His Goddess
“And now, téa, this man is going to think of you as a goddess even as I fuck you like a slut.”
Brie was on her hands and knees on the bed, naked before him. She turned her head, looking back at him hungrily and purred, “Yes, Master.”
Thane felt the rush of sexual domination as he grabbed her hips and forcefully thrust his cock into her. She cried out as her body took that first solid stroke.
God, it had been so long since he’d heard that sound come from her lips. It spurred him on as he let his primal urges take over. Thane grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back.
“Are you ready to be thoroughly fucked, my dear?”
She arched her back and begged, “Please, Master.”
With one hand pulling on her hair and the other grasping her waist, he began stroking his submissive with his cock, standing fully upright and in charge.
Thane felt like a kid in a candy store as he tried various positions with her.
Brie on her back, legs spread wide.
Brie straddling the tantra chair, back arched.
Brie with her knees together, ass in the air.
Brie bound in cuffs, hands above her head.
By the time he was done, she was left weak and trembling. It was then that he commanded she kneel on the floor to wait for him.
Thane left to wash, taking his time as he cleaned himself thoroughly. When he returned, he smiled down at Brie.
Lightly tracing her lips with his finger, he asked, “Do you remember your first lesson with me and this beautiful mouth of yours?”
She looked up at him, her eyes full of amorous lust. “I do, Master.”
“I remember it very well. In fact, I’ve been anticipating fucking your face for quite some time now.”
“You have?” she asked, obviously pleased.
“I have, babygirl…” He held out a strand of red satin and knelt behind her. “Wrists.”
Brie dutifully put her hands behind her back, and he bound them together. After he’d made sure his tie was secure, Thane stood back up and admired his gift to himself. Running his hand through her hair, he murmured, “You are a beautiful thing.”
Brie looked up at him, her nipples hard and her eyes luminous.
Stroking his cock, he looked at his goddess, admiring those big honey-colored eyes, those pink, full lips, and the long, dark curls that framed that exquisite face. Truly, she was a classic beauty and, fortunately for him, she craved his kinky desires.
“Open yourself to me, téa.”
She obediently opened her lips, gazing up at him in adoration.
Thane gathered her hair up with one hand and used it to guide her mouth onto his cock. He gradually forced her lips farther down his shaft. “First, my dear, we will start off gentle, and then I’ll give it to you rough.”
Brie moaned in pleasure as she relaxed her throat. He began slowly thrusting his shaft deeper. “Nice…” he complimented her as he watched her mouth drip with saliva, his thrusts becoming longer and more powerful with each stroke.
The erotic vision of his shaft disappearing into her mouth as she looked up at him was inspiring. “I won’t hold back.”
She broke away long enough to say, “Thank you, Master.”
He regathered her hair. “Open wide. I plan to thoroughly enjoy that lusty throat of yours.”
Thane forced his cock deep, reveling in the tight constriction. Brie took each thrust, her gaze never leaving his as he fucked her face with abandon. Watching her take it proved too much as the intense ache of his building orgasm reached its peak. Thane cried out, his entire body shuddering in release. With great satisfaction, he held her head still as he pumped his essence deep into her throat.
“Fuck…” he cried out in a masculine roar of satisfaction.
Brie disengaged and wiped her mouth afterward, grinning up at him.
“I have something else for you,” he informed her.
Thane left Brie momentarily, returning with her white strand of pearls—the ones that seemed to have a cursed history between them. Tonight, he would lift the curse and restore them to their rightful place.
He had Brie lay on the tantra chair and spread her legs wide. He smiled in admiration as he looked down at her red pussy, swollen with use.
“You know what’s about to happen?”
She nodded eagerly, biting her lip in anticipation.
Separating her wet pussy lips, Thane placed the pearls on either side of her clit. Pulling the necklace taut, he watched her squirm in pleasure as he dragged them down slowly, her clit dancing to the caress of the pearls. He did it several times, enjoying her reaction.
It brought back memories of when he had played her Khan during the final week of training. That night, she’d made the mistake that turned out to be his salvation—when she’d spoken those three dangerous words, “I love you”.
Although he had immediately ended their evening together, her declaration of love had remained with him and eventually changed the course of his life.
He leaned down and said to her what he could not that night, “I am deeply in love with you, Brie.”
She lifted her chin and kissed him. “I’m in love with you, too.”
He laid the strand of pearls on her pregnant stomach in a concentric circle and admired her decorated belly. “You always looked sexy in pearls.”
Brie smiled as she stared at the necklace. “This was the first gift you ever gave me.”
“These babies have had a bad history between us, but they were meant as a token of my sincerest admiration.”
She picked them up and pressed the pearls against her chest. “I’ll admit I may have had a love/hate relationship with them, but I still cherished them because they came from you.”
“And now you can associate them with tonight.”
She lifted her head and slipped them on, letting the pearls settle between her breasts. “Thank you for this beautiful gift, then and now.”
Thane stared at her. Truly, there was nothing in the world more beautiful than this woman. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly.
“My goddess.”
Durov had rescheduled the operation but had only shared the date and time with Thane. “I do not want radost moya anywhere near the hospital. There are too many germs there, and I know she will not stay away even if I forbid it.”
“She will not be happy, old friend,” Thane warned.
“Ah, but she will,” he insisted. “I have planned a special gift for both her and you.”
“We don’t need anything.”
“But you will appreciate it,” he said with a smile. “And she will love it. Trust me.”
“What if something happens to you?”
Durov shrugged. “There will be nothing you can do. Better I do this alone. You come visit me at the beach house after a few days.”
“I had assumed you’d stay with us.”
“Nyet, comrade. I do not want her fussing over me when she should be taking care of herself and moye solntse. I have hired medical staff to care for me so I can recover quickly like you did.”
Thane looked at him with concern.
“I will be fine.”
“If anything should happen, Brie will—”
“I have made my decision. If anyone questions it, they can answer to me later.”
Thane grabbed him in a firm embrace. “My thoughts will be with you.”
“Thank you, brother.”
“Look who decided to surprise us, Sir!”
Durov’s gift arrived the day of his surgery and came in the form of Tono Nosaka.
The look on Brie’s face when she opened the door and found Nosaka and Autumn standing in the doorway was priceless.
“What the heck are you guys doing in town?” she cried, hugging them both before ushering them inside.
Nosaka shook Thane’s hand while Autumn gushed over Brie.
“You look positively radiant with motherhood, Brie.”
Brie looked down at her large belly. “Radiant and huge.”
Nosaka smiled at her tenderly. “Durov flew us in today to capture your motherhood for all eternity.”
“What do you mean?” she laughed, glancing at Thane to see if he knew anything about this. He shook his head, although he had a good idea what Durov had planned.
“I’ll be taking pictures of you today and creating a decorative wax mold of your stomach.” He turned to Thane. “With your permission, of course.”
“You not only have my permission, but also my gratitude.”
“Wonderful. Autumn and I will get the equipment out of our rental and set things up. Mr. Davis, you will be part of the shoot, as well, so please dress formally.”
“What would you like me to wear, Tono?” Brie asked.
“A favorite outfit, and a flattering bra and panty set. I will be taking both traditional shots and ones that show off your bare stomach.”
“Nosaka.”
“Yes, Sir Davis.”
“I would also like photos of Brie completely nude with nothing to distract from her natural beauty.”
Brie blushed, looking at him in adoration.
She turned to Autumn and asked, “Are you okay with that?”
Autumn’s smile was genuine as she stared tenderly at Brie. “I have no issues, my friend. I think these photos will be stunning.”
Brie looked at Thane, her eyes reflecting her inner excitement. “I can’t believe Rytsar did this! We should invite him to come over and watch.” She grabbed her phone to call him.
Nosaka spoke up. “Actually, Brie, he wanted to be surprised by the photos we take. I am supposed to make a set of copies for both you and him.”
Brie grinned at Sir. “Well, there’s no harm in thanking him, at least.” She dialed his cell and frowned when he didn’t answer. “Hey, Rytsar, I was hoping to thank you for this wonderful gift, but am leaving you a message, instead. We’ll be sure to take a photo especially for you.”
While Nosaka and Autumn set up for the photo shoot, Thane and Brie readied themselves. Brie swept back her hair and secured it with the orchid comb Nosaka had given her, so that her curls tumbled down her back in waves.
“Very nice,” Thane complimented her as he tightened the knot of his tie. “I want to discuss a few ideas I have with Nosaka while you finish dressing. No need to rush, babygirl.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she said, beaming at him.
While Nosaka was setting up, Thane explained to him, “After you finish the shots of Brie and I together, I will be leaving to check on Durov.”
Nosaka was about to protest, but Thane stopped him. “Yes, I understand he said he didn’t want visitors, but I know him. He is terrified of hospitals, and I’m not going to let him face this alone no matter how much he fights me on it.”
Nosaka nodded. “Say no more. You are a good friend, Sir Davis.”
Brie came out from the back looking like the goddess she was. Regal and dignified, with a minimum of makeup to keep an air of youthful charm.
“I’m so excited about doing this,” she confessed. “Not only do I get pictures and wax, but I also get to spend the day with you two. This is such a wonderful surprise!”
Nosaka gazed at her, his voice warm with affection. “It is a pleasure and honor to be here today for such a happy occasion.”
“Things have definitely improved since the last time you were here. Thank you, Tono. For everything,” Brie said, her voice heavy with emotion.
Nosaka turned his gaze to Thane. “I always remained confident you would recover. You have a strong spirit and a devoted heart.”
Thane nodded, appreciating the man’s wisdom and influence in their lives. “I am grateful Durov thought to call you. It gives me a chance to formally thank you for what you did for Brie while I was in the coma.”
Nosaka picked up his camera and adjusted it, smiling at Thane. “What I did I considered a privilege because I think so highly of you two. It fortifies my heart to see you both now, whole and content.”
Nosaka asked Autumn to adjust the angle of one of the lights and then said, “Sir Davis, would you stand behind Brie and wrap your arms around her, placing your hands on her stomach…”
Thane left an hour later, pleased with the photos Nosaka had taken so far, including the one with Brie sitting on the floor naked, the infamous vodka bottle with the red line through it in-between her legs, artfully hiding her pubic region.
Before Thane left, he asked Nosaka privately, “Would you bind her belly in a decorative pattern? Your work is exquisite, and I know she will enjoy it.”
“Certainly, Sir Davis.”
Thane went directly to the hospital and met Durov in the prep room he’d been put in before surgery. The Russian’s face lit up the moment he saw Thane walking through the door, but then he frowned angrily.
“Moy droog, you are not supposed to be here. Go home and enjoy my gift.”
“I am not leaving you, old friend. Like it or not, you’re stuck with me.”
Durov turned his head away and growled, “This is totally unnecessary.”
Thane could hear the fear in his voice that he was trying desperately to hide. This was not a simple dislike for doctors, but the deep-seated belief that he would die in this place. Thane knew this, and put his hand on Durov’s shoulder to reassure him. “There is no shame in feeling troubled, brother. I hate this place, too. But you will leave here with your broken ribs mended. It won’t be long before you are swinging your cat o’ nines again.”
Durov turned his head toward him. “I want to pick the babe up and dance with her without pain.”
“Yes, because the last thing you want to be is a dyadya who grimaces whenever you cradle her.”
“That would be a great tragedy.”
“It would.”
A nurse came in holding a tray with a syringe. “It’s time, Mr. Durov. The shot will help you relax before we wheel you into the operating room. Can you hold out your left arm for me, please?”
Durov glanced at Thane.
“You’ve got this.”
With bravery only Thane understood, his friend held his arm out and surrendered to his greatest fear.