Serving her Khan
Brie received a text message at precisely eight o’clock the next morning: Dress in clothes provided. Prepare your body for your Dom. I will come by to pick you up at 6 PM.
She couldn’t even think straight after that. Spending a whole night with Sir was unimaginable! She fumbled her way through work. Mr. Reynolds was startled when her drawer came up fifteen dollars short.
“What’s going on, Brie? This is so unlike you.”
As embarrassing as it was, she didn’t really care. She would be in Sir’s arms tonight. “Mr. Reynolds, can I just pay you the fifteen dollars?”
“That’s not how it works, Brie. I have to write you up, per store policy.”
She smiled. “Okay. Do whatever you have to.”
Mr. Reynolds shook his head. “What’s happened?”
Brie giggled and blurted, “I have a hot date tonight!”
He frowned, but she could tell it was forced. “A hot date is not an excuse for a short drawer.”
“Honest, I will try to keep more focused tomorrow, but I feel too wonderful to care right now.”
“I think you should stay home tomorrow,” he stated.
“No, Mr. Reynolds, I’m sorry! You know this isn’t normal for me.”
“It would be best if you don’t come in tomorrow. Understand I will send you home if you show up.”
Brie felt horrible. “Mr. Reynolds…”
“Think of it as a vacation. Of course, it is an unpaid vacation, but you can sleep in tomorrow morning.”
She gave him a quick hug and left with a skip in her step. Tonight she would be under the domination of Sir…
Brie came home to find a large package at her front door. She excitedly picked it up and took it into her tiny apartment. Surprises were a weakness of hers, so she ripped into it before shutting the door. When she’d lifted off the lid and pulled back the tissue paper, she gasped in delight. Not only was there a sequined gown of gold and black, but there were also classy six-inch heels, a black lace garter belt, silk hose, and a sexy front-clasp bra and panty set. His taste was impeccable.
Brie purred when she lifted up the dress, noting the sleek gold zipper down the front, and held it against her. She danced in a circle, imagining how the night would play out. How would Sir take her kingly fantasy and make it a reality? It was obvious he would be going with a modern scene. Would he end up playing the priest? She desperately hoped so!
She took extra time shaving, caressing her skin with oils, manicuring her nails, and styling her hair. She wanted to be perfect for Sir. Then she waited anxiously by the door, willing the doorbell to ring.
Exactly at six, he came for her. She straightened her dress and smoothed out her hair one last time before opening the door to him. She couldn’t breathe when she saw the man standing before her. Sir was dressed in a striking suit of dark gray. His brown hair was brushed back loosely and he wore a naughty smirk—the kind that turned Brie into putty. Over his arm, he carried a fur.
She held onto the doorknob for support. “Good evening, Sir.”
“Tonight you will call me Khan.” So he was playing the role of a ruler. What did that mean for the evening—for her?
“If it pleases you, Khan.”
“Turn around for me, girl.”
Brie turned slowly for him, basking in his rapt attention. He shut the door before he exclaimed, “This will not do.”
Sir put down the fur wrap and grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling at the seams. She heard them rip.
“Better.”
Brie looked back and saw that the slit of her dress nearly reached the crease of her ass now. He caressed her buttocks before peeling off the black lace panties. He threw them in the box. “It was a mistake to include these. Totally unnecessary.” The authoritative way he handled her was sexy and already had her moist between the legs. “Face the wall.”
She turned away from him and purred when he took her wrists and tied them together behind her back. Was he going to ravish her now?
Instead of being taken by Sir, she felt the fur caress her shoulders as it covered her arms from view. “My elegant property,” he murmured in her ear. He placed his arm on her back and guided her out of the apartment.
Brie felt the butterflies start as he led her to a limousine. The driver opened the door and Sir helped her into the vehicle. The oversized seats were made of leather and it looked as if the limo could hold at least twelve people.
Sir sat down beside her and nodded to the driver before he shut the door. Sir grasped her chin and kissed her roughly. Brie’s heart did a flip-flop.
“You are here for my pleasure,” he stated, setting up the fantasy.
“Yes, Khan.”
“You will not deny me.”
“No, Khan.”
She expected him to take her then, but he buckled her in the seat and moved across from her. He sat with his legs open in a relaxed but powerful position. Sir spent the drive staring at her, saying nothing.
When they arrived, Brie expected to see an upscale restaurant but was greeted by the sight of a warehouse instead. Sir guided his shocked submissive over the cracking asphalt and into the building. The expansive warehouse housed an arena. The place was smoky and crowded with men, making it difficult to see the main entertainment, a large metal cage in the middle of the building. Inside the enclosure two men, both bloody and beaten, fought ruthlessly as the crowd cheered on. Brie shuddered and turned away as one of the men took a solid kick to the head and crashed to the floor.
“Watch your victor, girl,” Sir told her.
Brie watched in dismay as the downed man was repeatedly beaten until the referee finally called the fight. The crowd went wild as the champion raised his fist in the air. He exited the cage and was accosted by fans as he made his way through the multitudes. The fighter was stopped by Sir’s driver. After a brief conversation, the muscle-bound man turned and headed straight towards Brie. He looked fierce with his large muscles and tattoo-covered chest.
She held her breath, wondering what Sir had in mind. The wild-eyed man approached her, obviously high from the fight. A smile spread across his face as he looked her over. “My prize?”
“Yes,” Sir said as he removed the fur and untied Brie’s wrists. “Pleasure your victor with your mouth, girl.”
Ah, Thomas… But a much sexier version compared to her fantasy.
She knelt on the cement in her beautiful dress before the fearsome fighter. The man jerked down his shorts, exposing a throbbing, hard cock. She hesitantly grasped his shaft, in keeping with her virgin persona, and tentatively licked the head of his manhood in front of the now hushed crowd.
Brie inhaled his musky scent, getting off on the manly aroma. She lightly fluttered her tongue across his frenulum and felt his body stiffen. Then she took his meaty shaft into her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her farther onto his cock. Luckily, Brie was experienced enough to take his enthusiastic handling. She whimpered softly on his manhood, lightly caressing his balls with her hand.
He wasn’t satisfied with a blow job, however, and pushed her onto all fours, hiking up her dress. She fully expected to feel his shaft ram into her, but Sir heaved him off her. “No!”
Sir helped Brie off the ground, straightening her dress and brushing off her knees before he turned to the stunned fighter. “Never take more than you are offered.”
Brie stood there quietly as he placed the fur back over her shoulders and walked her out. He murmured in her ear as they were leaving, “Although that proved entertaining, I am not sure you are worthy yet.” He nodded to a young male selling tickets at the entrance. The gossamer blond with an angelic face immediately handed over the tickets and cash to another employee and followed them out.
Brie’s heart was racing. The boy had to be her ‘priest’.
Sir escorted her back to the limousine and helped her inside. The boy was directed to the back to watch while Sir sat beside Brie. He looked her over critically, as if he were still deciding her merit. “If I do not find you pleasing, the evening will end.”
She swallowed hard, unsure if he was acting or if he actually meant it. “I long to please you, Khan.”
“Lie down, girl. Let me examine your feminine wares.”
Brie lay down on the leather seat that stretched the length of the limo. Sir moved closer and slowly ran his hand up her leg. She tried to look into his eyes, but he was focused on watching his hand move up her thigh. He lifted the hem, exposing her bare mound. She felt a rush of heat as he stared at her lustfully. “A fine flower, ripe for the picking.”
His hands went to the zipper between her breasts. With deliberate precision, he pulled it down one link at a time. His agonizing slowness made the reveal that much more exciting. When he finally pulled the material aside, Brie gasped. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as he caressed her lace-covered breasts and trailed his fingers down her stomach.
“You are beautiful, girl, but are you appropriately responsive?” Sir’s hand moved between her legs and petted her sex. Brie bit her lip and resisted the urge to press against his hand, determined to continue her role as a virgin.
Sir reached into his jacket and pulled out a velvet box. “A test.” He opened it and held up a long strand of pearls. He placed the strand over either side of her clit and pulled the necklace taut so that the pearls caressed both sides of her sensitive nub, then he slowly pulled the strand down. Each individual pearl rubbed against her clit as it passed. She appreciated the length of the necklace as she squirmed under its sensual caress. When he reached the end, he repositioned it and dragged it down again. Brie moaned softly in pleasure, trying not to behave as wantonly as she felt.
He held up the strand of pearls and twisted them once, then placed them over her head and laid them on her chest. She felt the moistness of her excitement on the jewelry.
Sir slipped his hand in between her eager pussy lips, his fingers sliding over her clit leisurely. She tried to remain still in order to pass the ‘test’, although she coveted his touch.
“Girl, it’s time to expose the truth.” She whimpered when he slowly inserted his middle finger inside her. He swirled it over the smooth walls of her vagina and her body inadvertently moved with him, ravenous for his attention. “For an innocent, you are exceedingly wet.”
“You have that effect on me, Sir,” she whispered.
With his finger stroking her from the inside, he corrected, “Khan.”
Brie blushed, realizing she’d slipped out of character. She licked her lips, ready to apologize, when he hit her G-spot. She groaned, her body automatically arching in pleasure. A fire instantly ignited, one she did not have control over. She shook her head, trying to keep the orgasm at bay. It was too soon, since she was playing a virgin. “No, no…”
“Do not deny me.”
She opened her eyes and looked into Sir’s as the chill took over and her nipples hardened. A small cry escaped her lips as her muscles caressed his finger in their undulating rhythm. He growled under his breath, his eyes gleaming with lust.
He pulled his finger out and tasted her. “Sweet as an innocent should be.”
Brie lay there staring at him, totally enamored by the man. Again, she thought Sir might take her then, but he instructed her to dress. She sat up and slowly zipped her gown. “Pearls underneath,” Sir instructed.
She glanced at the boy, who had witnessed the whole scene. He stared at her intently, but remained where he was.
Sir tied her wrists behind her back again and covered her shoulders with the fur. The limousine pulled up to an opulent theater famous for its operatic performances. Sir helped Brie out of the vehicle and told the young man to follow.
It thrilled Brie to be bound in public and not have anyone aware of it. People nodded at the attractive couple, with no idea of the plans Sir had for Brie. She held her head up proudly, honored to be seen with Sir, excited to be his submissive for the evening.
He took her to a private box and ushered the boy in. He directed Brie to the seat nearest the stage. Sir sat next to her and the young man stood in the shadows. Brie wondered when Sir would reveal the boy’s purpose.
Sir leaned over and slid the fur off her shoulders before untying her wrists. “Have you been to an opera before?”
“Khan, may I be brutally honest?”
“Yes,” he answered with a smirk.
“I have avoided them. I’m not into foreign singing.”
“You have done yourself a grave disservice, girl. Have you heard the story of Madame Butterfly?”
“I only know it ends sadly.”
“Indeed. Unrequited love that ends in tragedy.”
As if on cue, the lights went down and the opera began. Brie enjoyed the costumes and the elaborate set, but it was the soulful voice of the girl that moved her. The tender and consuming love the girl expressed for her indifferent husband touched Brie’s heart, and she felt tears prick her eyes.
“Girl!”
She turned to Sir, realizing she hadn’t heard him calling her name. “Yes, Khan?”
“Over my knee, now.”
Brie lay down over his muscular thighs and felt Sir pull her dress up over her waist. The darkness gave them the illusion of privacy, although anyone in the adjacent boxes would be able to see what he was doing if he or she simply stood up.
His warm hand caressed her ass, soothingly, teasingly… She closed her eyes, enjoying his sensual touch. When he lifted his hand, she held her breath. It came down forcefully but without pain. Instead, the contact reverberated through her loins. His swats were slow, solid and controlled, meant solely to arouse—his was a powerful, masculine caress that possessed her body and soul.
He fisted her hair and pulled her head back, kissing her with more than just passion. Brie responded, communicating her love for him through her lips. He pulled away abruptly and commanded, “Stand.”
Sir moved the chairs to the side and ordered her to lie on her back. She eagerly complied, thrilled when he lay beside her. He unzipped her dress, playing with the pearls hidden underneath. There in the dark, with the music echoing through the theater, Sir readied himself to take his devoted sub. Only, he didn’t…
Once he had unclasped her bra, Sir motioned the boy over—her priest. She was naked except for her garter belt, hose and heels, her legs wide open to him. The angel-faced boy knelt before her, undoing his buckle before unzipping his pants. He freed his long, hard member and began stroking it. Brie’s loins tingled. She knew he was about to take her, but she wanted it to be Sir. Screw my fantasy!
Sir began caressing her body as he licked and nibbled her breasts. She responded to his attention, but stiffened when she felt the boy’s hand on her. Sir looked up and commanded, “Let him touch you.”
Brie forced herself to relax as the young man explored her soft folds with his fingers, lightly flicking her clit. She jumped when she felt the warmth of his tongue.
“Prove yourself worthy of your Khan’s attention,” Sir ordered.
His words changed her perception. This was her fantasy that Sir had thoughtfully set up. Instead of fighting off the boy’s attention, she allowed herself to yearn for it. Brie opened to the boy and felt the fire begin to build. The whole time, Sir ravished her with his hands and mouth. It was the best of all worlds. Two men focused on her pleasure, demanding her orgasm.
The music was building up to a crescendo, just like her body. Sir leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Let him take your innocence.” His lips came down on hers, his tongue entering her mouth at the same moment the blond penetrated her with his lengthy cock.
Brie forgot she was in public and cried out. Then she kissed Sir fiercely, releasing all the love and passion she had built up over the weeks. He groaned into her mouth, returning the intensity as the boy rammed his cock deep and hard—the three of them a ball of human lust. Sir bit her neck, sending ribbons of electricity to her groin.
She threw her head back and moaned. The music matched the fervor churning inside her, and then the chills began. Sir leaned over her possessively. Even in the dark, she swore she could see love expressed in his gaze.
“I want you to come for him.” He locked lips with her as Brie’s body stiffened and then shuddered in a forceful release—all the passion, all the love mixing into the physical embodiment of pleasure. It was a feeling like no other, and she embraced the climax to the very last spasm.
Sir pulled away from her and his expression changed as he reconstructed the wall between them. She could sense the distance he was creating, but was powerless to stop it.
The boy distracted her by kissing her thighs tenderly in gratitude. She appreciated the sweet gesture, but could only stare at the intricately carved ceiling, wondering if her heart could take any more games.
Sir helped Brie dress before the intermission. She’d barely had her dress zipped before soft lights illuminated their box. She was shaken by the intensity of their encounter and sat in her chair, pretending to watch the crowd of people milling below.
Sir turned to the boy and whispered something. Brie glanced over and saw the young man nod to him and then give her a meaningful glance before exiting the balcony. Sir turned to her and held out his hand. “We are done here, unless you want to watch Butterfly commit jisatsu.”
Brie popped out of her seat and took his hand hastily. He pulled her to him, bringing their lips within centimeters of each other, but then he slowly turned her to face away from him. His hands ran down her arms and then grasped her wrists forcefully. He bound them and covered her with the fur, biting her neck lightly in the process. They left the theater just as the last act began.
The limousine was waiting for them outside. She noticed the blond was nowhere to be seen. It was just Brie and Sir… Her heart began to race as she thought of the possibilities.
Sir buckled her in and sat opposite her, just as he had at the beginning of the evening. She watched him covertly, hoping he would finally make his move.
“What did you think of the opera, girl?”
Still playing his role…
“It was more beautiful than I expected and,” she paused and looked him directly in the eye, “far more exciting, Khan.”
He had a slight smirk on his face. “Now that we have your deflowering out of the way, I can use you however I see fit.”
She felt delightful shivers run down her spine. “Yes, most revered Khan. I am yours for the taking.”
“After I untie you, remove your dress and bra. Brace your waist against the seat. I don’t plan to be gentle.”
Brie’s whole body trembled with excitement. She followed his instructions and laid her stomach against the seat with her legs spread wide for him. She whimpered softly when she felt his hand grasp her sex. “Mine!”
He trailed his hands over her body, seeming to relish every inch. Then he grabbed her ass with one hand and guided his cock with the other, rubbing and teasing her moist lips. He tormented her with his manhood, arousing her desire to greater heights. She wiggled against his rigid shaft, needing him to take her with that princely cock.
“You want this, girl?” She felt Sir move into position, his shaft ready to penetrate her soul.
“Yes! Love me hard, Khan,” she cried.
He pushed violently away from her.
“I do not love,” he growled. Sir moved back to his seat and sat there in silence.
She braved a peek and saw him staring intensely at her. “I’m sorry, Sir. It was a bad choice of words.”
His whole countenance changed and the trainer returned. “Miss Bennett…” Oh, how Brie hated it when he called her by her last name. “You cannot confuse the emotions of a scene for real life.”
“Sir, I…”
“Enough. We are done for the evening.”
They spent the rest of the car ride in silence. Brie was sure she’d seen love smoldering behind his gaze at the theater, and she had certainly felt it in his kisses. She hadn’t been imagining things and there was no way it had been part of the ‘scene’. Why couldn’t Sir forget the rules for one night and love her body, the way they both wanted—both needed?
When the limo pulled up to her apartment Sir said, “Although the fur comes with me, the rest is yours to keep. Have a good evening, Miss Bennett.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Brie got out of the limo, feeling shell-shocked. How could the evening be ending like this? Everything had been so promising, so deliciously exciting. She could still feel Sir’s passionate lips pressed against hers.
As she watched the limousine exit the parking lot, she lifted the pearls out from under her dress and dragged them across her teeth. Whatever it takes, I will get you to say those three words tomorrow, Sir. I’ve been patient long enough.