Thane
“I think it would be best if we leave through the back,” Sir advised. “Your discussion with Tono will have to wait.”
“Yes, Sir.” She was grateful to be leaving, feeling far too emotionally raw to deal with any more drama.
“Everything you feel is written on your face.” He had said the same thing the night he’d put the protection collar around her neck the second day of class.
“I am grateful you can read me so well, Sir. It eases my mind, even though it alarms me.”
He chuckled softly. “It should. You can hide nothing from your Master.” Sir stood up and held out his hand. She gracefully rose to her feet and took hold of his arm as he guided her through the back hallways.
The night was warm. Brie found it pleasant strolling with Master in the dark, loving the sound of his confident stride on the pavement. As they rounded the front of the building, Sir stopped and commanded, “You will walk to the car and get in. Do not look anywhere but straight ahead.”
He nudged her towards the car while he stayed back and growled at Fealan, “Why are you still here?”
“Brie!” Faelan called out.
Brie hurried her steps, her eyes fixed desperately on the car. Do not look, do not look back… she commanded herself.
“Blossom, I’ll wait as long as it takes to prove the depth of my love for you.”
Sir’s voice was like ice. “You were told to leave, Mr. Wallace. I am dialing the police as we speak.”
Brie made it to the car and slipped into the seat, shutting the door. She heard their heated exchange, but could not make out the words. Sir eventually got into the car, slamming the door.
He said nothing until they were close to his apartment. “He’s a stubborn cuss, I’ll give him that much.”
Brie didn’t say anything as they walked into the high-rise, although she nodded to the doorman when Sir didn’t respond to the man’s greeting.
Faelan’s persistence astonished Brie and it did not help to serve his cause. By not respecting Sir’s position, he was only making a fool of himself and tarnishing his reputation as well as that of the school. Brie did not want that for Faelan, especially after all he had suffered.
“Téa, make me a martini,” Sir said when they entered the apartment.
She had watched him enough times to feel confident imitating the process. She doubted her martini would compare to his, but she smiled when she shook the drink vigorously. Shaken, not stirred, Sir.
He was on the phone the entire time she made the drinks. She walked up to him, holding the martini up, careful not to spill. Sir smiled as he took it from her, but did not stop his conversation on the phone. “Yes, I think it is for the best. I am glad you are in agreement.”
Brie went back to the kitchen to retrieve her drink. It had to be Faelan he was discussing, but who was he talking to and what was he planning? She knew Sir would not put up with his latest actions, but she desperately hoped that Faelan would not be banished from the BDSM community.
She returned to stand next to her Master, sipping her first attempt at a martini. It was definitely not as good as Sir’s.
“Hard to believe, I know.”
Sir chuckled at whatever was said by the caller. He clinked glasses with Brie and took a sip. “No, I agree. However, you have my expectation set unrealistically high. Do not disappoint me.” He took another drink, his face suddenly becoming solemn. “Affirmative. There are times when it takes an extreme catalyst to force change.”
Brie was certain he was talking about Faelan now.
“I need to make arrangements. Expect a call in a couple of days.” He paused, and then the smile returned to his face. He looked down at Brie. “That would be a definite yes.”
Sir tossed the phone on the couch and said, “I am not a man who will be pushed. However, when an opportunity presents itself, I’m not foolish enough to ignore it.” He said no more, but seemed much more relaxed after the phone call. She breathed a sigh of relief, taking another sip of her mediocre martini.
He nodded towards the Tantra chair. “Your Master is feeling amorous. Strip down, téa, but leave the boots on tonight.”
Brie set her drink on a side table and took off her clothes sensually for her Master. She couldn’t help noticing the outline of Sir’s erection straining against his pants. She swayed her hips in a seductive manner to entice him further as she ran her hands down her thighs and over the smooth black leather of her boots.
Both had been aroused by the fire play they’d engaged in earlier, but neither had experienced release. It heightened Brie’s sense of arousal now.
“Undress me,” he commanded.
Brie smiled as she began unbuttoning his shirt, feeling the familiar stirring in her loins as she exposed his muscular chest. She wanted to run her hands over his dark chest hair, but followed his order and undid his leather belt next. It excited her that Sir was observing her as she undressed him.
She unzipped his pants and pulled them down, helping him out of each leg. Brie looked up at him from the floor, in awe of his commanding masculinity.
“Stay.” Sir left her, walking back to his bedroom and returning with a blanket. He moved over to the Tantra chair and lay down, placing the blanket on the floor. He looked at her and ordered lustfully, “Come.”
The butterflies started as she approached him, moving with catlike grace towards her Master. He offered his hand for balance as she lifted her leg and positioned herself over his shaft. Brie closed her eyes as she lowered herself on his rigid member, letting out a moan of pleasure when he grabbed her hips and forced himself inside her depths. He then took the blanket and threw it over her shoulders, covering them both.
In that warm embrace he kissed Brie, moving her tight pussy up and down his shaft slowly, sensually. “I wanted to take you at The Haven, but I resisted knowing it would be far more satisfying to wait.” Sir did not kiss her wildly. Instead, he was tender and controlled. Not at all what she was expecting. It caused her to slow down and enjoy the teasing way his tongue played across her lips.
“I want you to touch yourself.”
Brie reached beneath the blanket and played with her wet clit. She became a little more adventurous and felt the rim of her opening as Sir pushed his cock in and out of her swollen lips. Apparently it turned him on as well because Sir groaned.
His pleasure encouraged her to continue exploring with her fingers, playing with his shaft as she felt their physical connection. Eventually, he took her hand and lifted it to his lips, licking her fingers. It was such an intimate gesture, a soft whimper escaped Brie’s lips.
He smiled, placing both of her hands on his chest as he continued to pump his shaft into her with unhurried movements. Brie tilted her hips and rolled with each thrust. They both cried out at the intensity of the new angle. He pressed further into her then, each stroke rubbing her clit as he cradled her ass and maximized his slow lovemaking.
Brie was surprised when Sir stopped and caressed her face. He pulled her close and breathed into her ear. “I love you, Brie.”
Those words had power over her. She closed her eyes, hardly able to breathe. “I love you, Sir,” she whispered.
“Say that again, but call me by my name.”
She stopped her movements and gazed deep into his eyes. “I love you, Thane.”
He crushed her to him, kissing her passionately—both seeking to meld into one another. It was like a dream, their open emotion mixed into the physical act of making love. In that moment there was no Dom, only a man desperately in love with his woman.
When he came, Brie threw back her head and shouted, “Yes, Thane, yes!”
He stopped in the middle of his release so she could feel the pulsing of his orgasm. With his shaft still throbbing inside her, he reached between her legs and caressed her to a sweet climax. She collapsed on his torso afterwards, totally and utterly in love with the man.
He tucked the blanket around her gently. “I find myself in new territory, téa.”
She smiled, her cheek pressed against his chest. “How so, Master?”
He paused. “Love is a challenge for me.”
She lay there listening to his heartbeat. Finally, she braved the question she was dying to ask. “Am I your first, Sir?”
He said nothing, but squeezed her against his chest in response.
She didn’t know why, but she suddenly blurted, “I promise to be gentle, Sir.”
He pinched her ass playfully. “Be gentle… who do you think you are? You deserve to be punished for that.”
She propped herself on his chest, grinning at him. “I wish everyone could be this happy.”
She saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes when he answered, “Yes. Wouldn’t that be ideal?” She wondered if the pained look had something to do with his father. The last thing she wanted was to lose this feeling of closeness. She kissed his shoulder lovingly before laying her head against it. They stayed in that position for a long time, staring at the lights of the city under the warmth of his blanket.
“I’m so happy, Sir. I never want this moment to end.”
His voice rumbled in his chest. “Never wish for stagnancy, Brie. It is important to grow—in our case, to grow together. You may be interested to know that I have just arranged an overseas trip for the two of us.”
She lifted her head. “Overseas, Sir?”
“Yes. It will give Wallace time to regain his senses with you nowhere in reach.”
She couldn’t hide her excitement. “Wow, I’ve never traveled out of the country before, Sir!”
He looked at her questioningly. “Do you have a passport?”
Brie shook her head.
“No matter, we leave in a week which will allow you time to finish up at the shop and get your passport in order.”
“I can’t believe it! Where are we going? I hope it is someplace exotic…”
His laughter was low and tantalizing. “I’m unsure if destination matters. We won’t be getting out much, my dear.”
She bit her lip to stop from giggling. It sounded a lot like a honeymoon. The idea of traveling with Sir as his partner made her weak inside.
“Brie, there is something that concerns me.”
Her bliss instantly disappeared. “What is that, Sir?”
“You have never spoken of your parents.”
Brie let out a sigh of relief. “Well, there’s really not much to say. They’re in Nebraska and live quite ordinary lives, Sir.”
“Tell me about them.”
She smiled, glad his request was something so simple. “Well, my dad’s name is Bill and he’s forty-three. My mom’s name is Marcy and she’s a year younger.” He looked at her expectantly, so she continued. “Dad works as an accountant these days and Mom has been a preschool teacher for years. Really, that’s about it, Sir.”
“Do they know about us?”
She hesitated. “No, Sir.”
“Is there a reason?”
Brie looked at him earnestly. “They wouldn’t understand, Sir.”
“We don’t have to detail our sex lives, Brie. However, they should know that you are in a committed relationship.”
She gave him an uneasy smile. “Sir, I don’t know how my parents will take the news that you are only ten years younger than my dad.”
“Whether they like it or not, they should be told. It is irresponsible to keep them in the dark.”
Brie lowered her eyes, knowing he was right but dreading the confrontation. She nodded her acquiescence.
“I will set up a layover so that I can meet with them in person before we leave the country. Hopefully it will help ease their minds about us.”
She kissed him tenderly on the lips. “I love that you are so thoughtful, Sir.”
“I expect you to call your parents tomorrow and explain that we have been seeing each other for the last six weeks. Do not lie, but keep the details simple.” He looked down at her with a half-smile that made her heart flip-flop. “I am interested in meeting your parents, téa.”
“They’re good people, Sir, but old-fashioned and fairly ordinary.”
“Your parents raised an exceptional daughter. That makes them interesting to me.”
Brie blushed and kissed him again. She’d already decided not to mention his age when she talked to them on the phone. She wanted her mother and father to judge Sir on his own merits, not any preconceived ideas they might hold. Surely once they met him in person they would see what an incredible man he was.
Sir stirred underneath her. “Let’s finish our martinis in the bedroom.” He got up and handed Brie her drink with a wicked little grin, clinking his glass against hers. “There are a few things I want to teach you before we head off to Russia.”
Brie followed him into the bedroom, shaking her head in disbelief. Sir and Rytsar together? Just the mere thought of it made her lightheaded and weak.