Oh, Rhett…
“Brie, could you come here?”
She gave Hope a kiss before putting her down for a nap, then walked into their bedroom to see what Sir needed.
On the bed she saw a big box decorated with a large bow, with a much smaller box sitting on top. “What’s this?” she giggled excitedly.
“Open the smaller box first,” Sir answered.
Brie walked over, a smile playing on her lips. Picking up the small box, she lifted the lid and saw Sir’s old cell phone nestled inside. He’d been carrying it the day the plane went down.
For Brie, it held only bad memories, and that played across her face now.
“This gives you the reference,” he stated. “Now, open the larger box.”
Still having no clue what this was about, Brie lifted the lid and let out a gasp of surprise as she opened the folded tissue paper to find the extravagant dress inside. It was an exact replica of the green and white garden dress Scarlett wore at the Wilkes’ picnic in Gone with the Wind.
She glanced over at Sir, and a smile spread across her face. “Rhett?”
He nodded. “When I listened to the messages, I came across one that mentioned a desire to play out a particular scene together.”
Brie shook her head, a myriad of emotions flooding in. “I was watching Gone with the Wind when…” Her voice broke. “…I almost lost you.” She looked at him sadly. “I can’t bear to watch that movie anymore.”
“Well, tonight we are going to change that.”
“What do you have planned?”
He gave her a mysterious smile. “All you need to concern yourself with is getting ready. I will take care of the rest and meet you downstairs, outside the lobby, at exactly seven.”
Brie blushed, excited by the prospect of a night out together. However, other than her parents, no one else had babysat Hope up to this point. “Sir?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“If we are leaving, it means we have to get a babysitter, and I…”
“What?”
“I’m not sure I’m ready to leave our little girl with someone just yet.”
“Babysitting arrangements have already been made. It’s time for you and me to reconnect as a couple.”
Brie understood that he was honoring her request to keep their relationship strong, even as new parents. However, now that she was a mother, she felt hesitant to leave Hope with someone else.
“It’s time, téa,” Sir insisted, reading the uncertainty in her expression.
She blushed, touched that he had set up this romantic role play to ease her back into the world they both loved, and she did long to scene with him, as well—especially as Rhett and Scarlett. Still, she found it more difficult to leave Hope than she had ever imagined and looked at him pensively.
“You are curious about who will be watching our child?”
She nodded.
Sir said with a glint in his eye. “You will have to trust me.”
“A little hint?” Brie begged, giving him doe eyes she hoped he could not resist. When he did not respond, she nodded, accepting her responsibility to trust him without question. “It always seems to come down to a matter of trust,” she mused.
“That does define the D/s relationship.”
“Yes,” she agreed, bowing her head as she knelt before him. A feeling of peace washed over her as she took on the formal role again. Brie looked up and gazed into his eyes, fully his submissive.
He placed his hand on her head and said in his velvety smooth voice, “Stand and serve your Master, téa.”
Her heart filled with the familiar joy she felt as his submissive. She stood up gracefully before him, head still bowed, waiting for his command.
Sir put his finger under her chin and lifted it. “We are going to scene tonight.” She felt her loins contract with pleasure. “But first, you must take care of your hair and makeup. When you’re ready, I will help you into your gown.”
“Do you want a subtle look, or full-on Scarlett O’ Hara?”
He winked at her. “Rhett is looking to meet up with Scarlett.”
Brie loved his answer. “Then it may take a little longer, but I promise to be ready by seven.”
“I insist you start with a warm bath. I need you relaxed and pliable for tonight.”
She took his hand and kissed the palm before placing it against her cheek. “Thank you, Master.”
He chuckled. “For what? We haven’t even begun.”
She gazed over at her dress. “For reminding me of who we are together.”
He leaned down to kiss her. “I would never let us forget.”
Brie watched as he left the room, her heart rushing with love and excitement.
To do the dress justice, she spent nearly two hours getting herself ready. Wanting to look perfect, she whipped out her phone and studied still shots of Scarlett so she could re-create her look.
Brie curled her hair just right and painted her lips with the pert red arches that had made Scarlett’s mouth so kissable.
Standing back afterward, Brie stared at her reflection in the mirror with her cascade of brown curls, wearing those adorable frilly white bloomers, the petticoat adorned with eyelet lace, and the white corset included in the box.
“I’m ready now, Rhett,” she called out playfully, excited for him to see her.
Brie was startled when Rytsar walked into the room. “Where’s Sir?”
“What, radost moya? Am I not enough for you?” he joked.
Brie giggled, giving him a hug. “I’ve missed you!”
“I have been a good potato so that I could heal.” He lifted his arms wide. “And now I am a man once more.”
“I’m so happy.” She hugged him again, excited to see him looking so well.
“Your man is not here and has left me in charge of helping you with getting dressed. However…” he said with a seductive growl, looking her over, “…I think you look delectable just as you are. Let me help you out of that corset…”
“No, no,” she laughed. “But I would appreciate it if you would tighten it a little.”
He moved behind her and she felt his warm breath on the back of her neck as he grabbed the ties and yanked them tighter. “Like this…?” he questioned lustfully, his sudden action taking Brie’s breath away.
Rytsar quickly adjusted the laces. He then stood back and turned her around to admire his handiwork. She found herself blushing under his scrutiny, his eyes riveted on her cleavage.
He said in admiration, “Radost moya, motherhood agrees with you.”
Brie glanced at her reflection in the mirror and grinned. He was right. Her breasts were impressive these days, and the corset totally rocked them out.
“I see you like the look as well,” he observed. “Shall we skip the dress, then?”
“Absolutely not,” Brie giggled. “The scene requires the dress.”
“Very well, then,” he muttered good-naturedly, “but it is tragic to cover up such beauty.”
Brie kissed him lightly on the cheek, leaving a light imprint of her red lips. “Just you wait, Rytsar. When you see me in all my glory, you will understand.”
She had him help her into the hoop skirt and waited breathlessly as he slid the dress over her head and let it fall into place. Rytsar tied the sash around her waist, then commanded, “Turn for me.”
Brie felt like a true Southern belle as she turned slowly, basking in the joy of it.
Rytsar let out a low whistle. “I’ll admit, radost moya, while there are far too many layers, you wear it well.”
Just then, they heard a little cry come from Hope’s room.
As Brie started to leave, Rytsar placed his hand on her bare shoulder. “Stay. I will take care of this.”
Rytsar went to attend to the baby, leaving Brie standing in the room alone. Curious, she gave in to the urge to peek. She watched with a sense of pride as Rytsar gently picked Hope up. Cradling the tiny infant against his chest, he spoke to his niece in Russian and then began singing a haunting lullaby in a low, comforting tone.
Hope instantly stopped crying.
Brie was as mesmerized by Rytsar’s song as her daughter. He looked up and caught Brie staring. Rather than scold her for her disobedience, he winked while continuing to sing to Hope. It was a tender moment between dyadya and child.
Brie finally made the connection. Rytsar was the babysitter for the evening, and she felt totally at peace. “Thank you, Sir,” she said quietly as she watched the two together.
Brie left them to make a list of instructions for Rytsar but had to laugh when she found Sir had already written a similar list and left it on the counter. Reading over it, Brie was impressed Sir had not missed a single item.
Rytsar came out of the baby’s room, still carrying Hope in his arms. “Do not worry, radost moya, I will hold down the fort here.”
She smiled at him gratefully. “She couldn’t be in better hands.”
“Moye solntse and I understand each other,” he stated, looking down at the babe.
“I see the connection she has with her dyadya.”
“So there is no reason to concern yourself with us.” He held up the tiny babe. “We want you to have a good time with my comrade.”
Brie walked over to kiss Hope on the head and left a matching imprint of her lips on her forehead. “I thank you, both. If you need anything, don’t forget we’re just a phone call—”
“Do not fret,” he insisted. “Spending time with her is exactly what my heart desires.”
Brie smiled at him tenderly, touched by his devotion. “I love you, Rytsar.”
“And I you. Now, go. Do not make your Master wait.”
Brie gave Rytsar a formal curtsy with a full view of her impressive cleavage. He whistled in appreciation as she headed out the door.
Sir was waiting outside beside a limo when she exited the building. Brie suddenly felt butterflies. He had slicked back his hair in the style of Rhett’s, and he was dressed in the same classic black suit and vest from the movie. He also wore a devilish smirk on his lips.
“You are looking positively radiant this evening, Miss O’Hara.”
Brie felt the warmth of a blush on her cheeks. “Mr. Butler, you do know how to turn a girl’s head.”
Sir held his hand out to her. “Let me give you a real reason to blush, my dear.”
Brie sauntered over to him, causing her skirt to make delightful swishing sounds as she walked. She smiled to herself when she caught him staring intently at her cleavage.
“Do you like my new dress?” she asked sweetly, twisting back and forth where she stood.
“It’s not the dress that catches my attention,” he replied, opening the limo door for her.
Getting into the vehicle proved an amusing challenge with her voluminous dress. Sir chuckled as he helped maneuver the ungainly skirt into the car. Getting the seatbelt around her caused another round of giggles.
Sir kept their destination to himself, leaving Brie to wonder the entire ride. When they pulled up to the theater, she let out an excited gasp.
“Tonight’s play happens to be Gone with the Wind. I thought you would enjoy it,” Sir told her as he helped Brie out of the limo. She smoothed out the material of her dress, pulling down the ruffles on her shoulders to expose more skin for Sir while making a nice frame for her cleavage.
She laughed at herself, suddenly reminded of a scene in the movie where Scarlett had done the exact same thing. Harnessing the Scarlett vibe, Brie embraced her role as she took the arm Sir offered and they walked into the theater.
People couldn’t help staring and pointing, some even asking for selfies with the two as they made their way up to the balcony seats. Sir was patient, handling the attention with grace.
When he was finally able to guide her to their private box seats, she squealed in pleasure. “This isn’t the exact same balcony, is it?”
“It is, my dear.”
Brie grinned as she sat down, remembering the night when Sir had taken her to this theater, acting as her Khan. Naughty things had happened on this very floor, but the night had ended abruptly when she unwittingly said the word “love” out loud, causing him to conclude their evening.
It was astounding how far they had come since then…
While Brie watched the play, Sir made slight advances—lightly grazing his fingers along her bare shoulder, giving her a nibble on the ear or a kiss on the neck. Nothing overly sexual, but all incredibly erotic since she knew he had plans for her later.
“Are you enchanted with the story again?” Sir whispered huskily when Rhett carried Scarlett up the stairs to have his way with her.
She nodded, anxious to experience the same thing herself.
“Shall we leave, then, my dear?”
“Yes, please.”
The halls of the theater were quiet as everyone watched the end of the play. Sir took advantage of it, suddenly stopping and pressing her up against a wall with his body. “I can’t seem to resist you, Miss O’Hara,” he growled hungrily before planting an impassioned kiss on her lips.
Brie melted against him, thoroughly captivated by his heated desire.
Leaving her breathless, he led her out to the limo, and then the driver took them to the Submissive Training Center. Sir produced a black coat from the trunk and held it out to her.
“So we can be discreet,” he explained.
Regular business classes were about to end for the evening, and many who attended the regular college at this campus were oblivious to the fact that there was a BDSM Training Center on the lower level.
Although the coat poofed out excessively due to the dress, it did cover her cleavage. After her coat was buttoned up, he led her to the front desk, where Rachael stood waiting, greeting them with a warm smile.
“It is such a pleasure to see you two again. You look absolutely wonderful, Sir Davis,” she said with awe, having seen him in a wheelchair the last time.
“Thank you,” he answered.
“And how is the baby?” Rachael asked Brie.
“She’s doing well, and Uncle Rytsar is watching her right now.”
“That’s too adorable,” Rachael admitted.
“He’s wonderfully sweet with her.”
“I can imagine, and I can’t wait to see your little girl myself.”
“We will be having a gathering as soon as the pediatrician gives us the okay,” Sir assured her. He gave Rachael a curt nod, then fell back into his role as Rhett.
Placing his hand on the small of Brie’s back, he asked her, “Shall we take our leave, Miss O’Hara?”
She batted her eyes at him as Sir walked her to the elevators leading to the Submissive Training Center. On the way down, he explained, “I’m taking you to a place you have never been.” She smiled, assuming he was talking about a new kind of play they hadn’t tried.
Brie was surprised to see Master Nosh, the head trainer of the Dominant Training Center, when the doors slid open. The handsome Head Trainer had the distinct facial features and long black hair that spoke to his Native American heritage. Beside him stood another man whom she had never met before.
“Good evening,” Sir said, addressing the Head Trainer before holding out his hand and escorting Brie out of the elevator. He then turned to the other man while Master Nosh introduced him.
“Sir Davis, this is my top student, Hunter.”
Sir shook his hand firmly. “It is a pleasure to meet you. Such high praise from Nosh is unusual. You must be truly exceptional to have earned it.”
The man returned the handshake, nodding humbly in response. The two highly respected Doms standing beside him did not diminished his own aura of dominance. It was impressive for a student.
“It is an honor, Sir Davis,” Hunter said with respect. “Your reputation precedes you.”
“I look forward to hearing more about your endeavors in the future.”
“Thank you, Sir Davis.”
The two men entered the elevator, but as the doors were closing, Master Nosh looked directly at Brie and stated, “I would interview with you, should you request it.”
Brie sucked in her breath as the doors closed. Master Nosh was well known for his quiet, but uncompromising, nature, as well as his utter devotion to excellence. He was not one to trifle with something he did not feel strongly about. So, the fact that he had made such an offer to Brie was a bit of a shock.
“Did you ask to interview him?” Sir asked.
Brie shook her head. “I wanted to a while ago, but it never panned out.”
“Interesting…” Sir murmured, staring at the elevator doors.
Returning to her role, she snuggled against Sir’s arm.
He smiled down at her and said warmly, “Come, Miss O’Hara.”
Sir walked her past the Head Trainer’s office, and Brie had to quell her excitement as they continued into the wing reserved for the Dominant classes.
Although she knew where the classes were, she’d never been allowed on this side of the building. It felt exclusive and almost naughty for her to be here now.
Lea had been a submissive for the Dominant training course. The fact was, submissives were allowed in the Dominant area; they just weren’t asked to this side of the Center unless there was a reason for it.
Brie glanced up at Sir, finally understanding what he’d meant in the elevator when he’d mentioned taking her somewhere she’d never been. The man was always surprising her.
As they continued to walk, she wondered what was behind every closed door they passed. Were the Dominants’ classrooms and practice areas the same as the submissive side, or were they completely different?
As they were passing by another door, it opened and a student walked out. Brie quickly averted her eyes, looking to the floor, momentarily forgetting she was role playing the confident Scarlett by her Master’s side. She quickly snuck a glance, getting the opportunity to peek into the room before he closed the door behind him.
Brie had to laugh when she saw rows of desks similar to Mr. Gallant’s classroom. She overheard the instructor’s confident voice ringing through the room: “Safewords protect not only your submissives, but you as a Dominant—” His words were cut short when the door shut.
She smiled to herself as thoughts of those carefree days under Mr. Gallant’s instruction came to mind. Her life as a submissive had begun in his classroom…
Brie’s reverie ended when Sir stopped in front of a bright red door. Brie stared at it, taking a moment to put herself in Scarlett’s shoes. Tonight, she was hoping Rhett Butler would do unspeakable things to her during their clandestine meeting at this underground establishment. She knew it was unwise to be alone with him, but she couldn’t resist. The man was impossible and dangerously alluring in his charm.
Holding her breath, she entered the room, anxious to see what secrets it held. The walls were covered in luxurious curtains of burgundy velvet and braided cord. Her gaze drifted to the antique loveseat set in the middle of the room. Over on the right was a polished wooden bar with large, ornate bottles of various liquors displayed behind it. She was thoroughly enchanted and inspired by the romantic feel of this room.
She allowed Sir to take her coat off before she headed toward the bar. Taking on the sassiness of Scarlett, she looked back over her shoulder flirtatiously and said, “You really shouldn’t look at a lady that way, Mr. Butler.”
Taking a line straight from the movie, he replied, “You, my dear, are no lady.”
“And you, sir, are no gentleman!” she retorted, turning to face him. Following the scene in the movie, she raised her hand as if to slap him across the face.
But Sir grabbed her wrist firmly and tsked loudly. “Do you know what I do to spoiled little girls?”
Brie frowned. “I’m no child!”
The charming smirk returned to his lips as he brazenly looked at her breasts. “I can see that—quite clearly.”
Brie tried to wrestle her hand from his grip, but he held firm. “Rather than try to fight our mutual attraction, why don’t you give in to it? Have a drink with me.”
“But…”
Sir put his finger to her red lips. “There’s no reason to put up pretenses when there’s no one else around.”
When Brie stopped resisting, he released his hold. She watched in silent adoration as Sir set to work making martinis, his signature drink.
He looked so incredibly hot dressed as Rhett Butler. The man was every bit as handsome as Clark Gable—even more so, in her eyes. The butterflies started up as she continued to stare at him.
She was reminded of that first day at the Training Center, when he had spoken to her near the end of class. Sir had been an enigma then and, even now, after all they had been through, he still held a mysterious air.
She liked that about him.
Brie licked her lips, watching him intently as those masculine hands shook the tumbler. Her body remembered well just how talented those hands were.
He poured out the second martini and, with that devilish grin, offered her the glass. “See if that doesn’t help break down your resistance, my dear.”
Brie took a tentative sip. She smiled, momentarily forgetting her role. “Oh, Sir! I’d forgotten how good your martinis taste.”
Sir winked, pretending not to hear her slip-up. “There’s nothing wrong with a strong drink to begin a memorable evening together.” He took a long sip himself and stared at her lustfully as he put his glass down on the counter.
He looked her over with open admiration. “I must say, the gown suits you. The color and style of it gives you an air of innocence, but the bare shoulders and the way the neckline accentuates your…feminine assets are enough to inspire any man.”
“You are a cad, Mr. Butler. One minute you give me the sweetest compliment, then you go and ruin it by insulting me.”
Sir picked up his glass, raising an eyebrow. “I must correct you. I only give the highest compliments. I never insult.”
She said indignantly, “Didn’t your father teach you any manners? There’s a proper way for a gentleman to address a lady.”
“My father taught me plenty of things, dear Scarlett.”
Brie’s heart fluttered. Although Scarlett would have certainly given Rhett a snappy retort, she couldn’t help flirting with him. “Such as…?”
He set her glass on the counter, saying, “He taught me to give a lady exactly what she deserves.” Sir suddenly grabbed her by the back of the neck and kissed her hard on the lips.
The intensity of the kiss took Brie by surprise, and she stumbled when he let go of her. She was legitimately dazed.
Oh, Rhett…
“As you can tell, my daddy taught me well,” he stated with a smirk, picking up her glass and handing it back to her. “Now, drink, my dear.”
Brie took it from him and sipped absently at her martini, her whole body tingling from that forceful embrace.
Sir continued to stare at her hungrily. His heated gaze only added fuel to the fire.
“You look like you could use something, Miss O’Hara,” he growled in a husky voice.
“What?” she asked, her lips curling into a playful smile.
“Come over here and find out,” he stated, taking her drink and setting it on the counter before guiding her to the loveseat.
Brie followed him, her heart racing with anticipation. She was so deep into her character, she actually felt that delicious, nervous fear of physically connecting with someone new.
Sir sat down and patted the area beside him.
As she moved to sit down, Brie thought he would kiss her again, but he surprised Brie by grabbing her bodily and throwing her over his knees.
“What is the meaning of this?” she cried in protest.
“I’m going to give you a spanking, my dear.”
His hands began traveling up the inside of her skirt.
Brie began struggling, knowing Scarlett would never allow such a thing. “Don’t you dare spank me.”
“Fair warning. If you struggle, you’re only going to make it harder on yourself.” He started tugging on her bloomers.
“Not my bare bottom!”
“Yes. I am going to spank your naked ass, and you are going to take it like a good girl.”
Brie screamed, fighting to keep her modesty.
He suddenly let her go, and she got back on her feet, backing away from him when he stood up.
“Have you no shame?” she cried.
His lustful smile let her know that the games were just beginning. “I’m going to spank you, but not in that damn dress. Take it off.”
She looked at him indignantly. “I will not take off my dress.”
“Yes, you will,” he answered. “If you do not, I will rip it off you, and you wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty garment now, would you?”
Brie glanced at the door. “I’ll run,” she threatened him.
Sir chuckled. “We both know that’s an idle threat. You want to feel my hand against your skin. I see it in the way you look at me, and I felt it in the way you kissed me.”
She shook her head.
He nodded, his charming smirk daring her to disagree. “Enough of these silly pretenses. Take off your dress like a good girl and come over here.”
Sir sat back down on the loveseat and waited for her.
Brie was actually trembling, imagining how Scarlett would feel undressing for Rhett under these circumstances. She slowly untied her sash and wrestled with the dress as she lifted it over her head. Once free, she let it fall to the ground and put her hands to her hips in challenge.
“The hoop skirt and petticoat, too.”
Brie hesitated, but then stepped out of her skirt and shimmied out of the petticoat, kicking it to the side.
“That’s much better,” he stated, patting his lap.
She shook her head, still reluctant to give in.
“Come.”
The tone in his voice compelled her to obey. She made her way over to him and sighed nervously as she lay across his manly thighs.
Sir rubbed his palm over her lacy buttocks. “Frilly ass.”
Brie smiled to herself, remembering that she had asked him to spank her frilly ass in her phone message to him.
However, Sir was not satisfied with spanking her through the ruffled material and slowly pulled down her bloomers to expose her bare bottom. Her pussy tingled with anticipation.
“Are you ready for your spanking?”
She nodded, biting her bottom lip as a small squeak escaped.
The sound of the first smack echoed in the room.
Brie squealed, squirming on his lap, having forgotten the sting of a good spanking.
Sir was sensual about the way he spanked her, rubbing his hand over her skin, teasing it with a gentle caress before raising his hand slowly and making her wait a few seconds before he delivered another smack. Her whole body shivered with delight with each impact.
He was slow and thoughtful, drawing out this sexual exchange between them, reminding her that he controlled the moment—and her body. Each swat caused her pussy to contract with pleasure.
The idea that a man could bring her to the verge of climax by simply swatting her bottom with his bare hand remained a wonder to Brie.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, rubbing her pinkening ass.
She turned her head to look back at him. “Not yet…”
Sir smiled knowingly, raising his hand to spank her again.
Brie closed her eyes, acutely aware of his every movement. She reveled in the sound of his hand smacking her skin, the way her skin burned pleasantly with each contact of his hand. He was strategic in the delivery of each spank, varying the intensity so she was continually surprised—sometimes crying out in pain, while other times purring with pleasure.
Oh, how she marveled at his ability to make touch alone the center focus, bringing her body pleasure with the artful and varied ways he delivered it.
Brie whimpered when he lifted the material back over her ass. He chuckled. “You are a greedy thing, aren’t you?”
Brie smiled back at him, answering truthfully. “Yes.”
Sir pulled her up to him, whispering in her ear, “I love everything about you, woman. Your passion, your mind, your body, your need…all of it.”
He’d told her those very words once before when they were in Russia, visiting the cabin for the first time. After being accused by Tono’s father of being too ravenous to be satisfied, Sir had restored her confidence by proving daily that he meant those ardent words he’d spoken then.
They still held power over her today.
“I love you,” she told him.
He set her back on the loveseat, looking amused. “One simple spanking and you’re already declaring your love for me?”
Brie’s answering giggle was cut short when he kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. She instantly melted into his embrace, her body craving the release he could give.
Sir pulled back and smirked. “You are an eager young thing, aren’t you?”
“You can’t give me a taste, Mr. Butler, and not expect me to want more.”
“I thought you might say that,” he stated, getting up and walking over to one of the velvet curtains. He yanked on the material and it came cascading down, revealing a wall of kinky tools.
Sir walked over to it and pulled on a lever. A section of the wall lowered, becoming a table with attached restraints. He gestured to her to come to him.
Brie trembled as she approached, reminded of their second night after class, when he had strapped her down to a table.
“Let me finish undressing you,” he stated.
Her heart raced as he moved behind her and lightly traced his fingers over her bare shoulders, causing goosebumps on her skin. When he began slowly untying the laces of her corset, Brie closed her eyes, savoring his attention.
There was that almost orgasmic feel when the corset released its hold on her and fell away. “Ohh…” she purred. For Brie, both the restriction and the release of the constriction were equally pleasurable.
Sir ran his hands over the indents left by the tight corset. She purred in delight, loving the sensuous feel of his touch.
“You are truly beautiful,” he told her. “You inspire a man to embrace his baser desires, Miss O’Hara.” He lifted her up onto the table and began binding her to it. “I want you to feel completely helpless when I take you.”
Brie longed for that helpless feeling.
“You flirt with boys, but it’s a man you need,” he told her. “One who knows how to tame that wild spirit.”
While she watched, he started to undress in front of her. He was slow and purposeful about it. Taking off the jacket, and then the vest. Unbuttoning his cuffs, undoing his tie, leisurely unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his manly chest.
Brie was transfixed, watching his every movement, enjoying every new area of flesh that he exposed until Sir stood completely naked in front of her—confident and powerful.
When he walked toward her, she felt her pussy contract in lustful need, readying itself for his penetration.
Sir stood at the end of the table, keeping his gaze on her as he started rubbing his cock against her wet pussy. “You want this as much as I do.”
She nodded. The sexual excitement of coupling again after having the baby made it almost feel like this was the first time, with everything unfamiliar and new again.
She needed to know what his cock felt like inside her, longing to feel his possession and his release.
Brie could barely breathe when he positioned his cock and smiled hungrily at her as he grabbed her thighs and gave her that first deep thrust. Brie arched her back as she cried out, her body forced to take his full length. “Oh my God…yes!”
He held her tighter, stroking her pussy with a passion pent up from long weeks of denial. Brie hadn’t imagined it could feel this good, but she became lost in his lovemaking, connecting to not only the man he was now, but also the man he had been that first time.
Brie could feel her orgasm mounting and begged, “I want to feel you come when I orgasm.”
He gripped her thighs more tightly. “Prepare yourself.”
She started panting as he revved up the pace of his thrusts, sensations blurring as her orgasm quickly reached its peak. He held her there on the edge, her body begging for release as he pounded her hard.
The moment he changed the angle slightly, he took her over the edge and she screamed out in passion. Sir’s fingers dug into her skin as he released his seed inside her, his own cries of ecstasy matching hers.
Brie reveled in the erotic connection as they came together—one body, one mind.