A Little Restraint
Brie followed behind Sir, quivering in excitement. Having waited for him for hours, her body was revved up and ready for whatever he desired.
Sir led her into his bedroom, which was a stark contrast to the rest of the apartment. Whereas the color scheme of the rest of his place was dark and stylish, his bedroom was a sultry crimson with gothic accents of ironwork. It alluded to unspeakable acts of the sensual kind.
He proceeded to attach the chain to the leg of the bed. He then left her, disappearing into his closet before returning with several items in his hands. The one that grabbed Brie’s attention was the spreader bar.
Sir noticed her focusing on it and grinned. “Oh, yes, you will be quite restrained for this session. Feel free to call a safeword at any point, for I will not be asking.”
Brie’s knees shook. There was no doubt Sir was going to push her limits with him. The thought both excited and terrified her. Such an experienced Dom would be used to compliant, fearless subs.
He knows you, Brie, she reminded herself.
Sir knelt down at her feet and caressed her ankle before he attached the first cuff. She felt the fire begin. His touch was like an electrical storm, sending jolts of sensation upward.
“Spread your legs,” he said evenly.
Brie stared down at him as she moved to comply with his command. Sir wrapped his strong hand around her ankle to help her get the proper distance. She moaned softly as he buckled her into the cuff. Sir stood up with a satisfied look.
His eyes met hers and she caught her breath. The hunger she found in those eyes was overpowering. Sir laid out a large towel at the end of the bed and then picked her up. He placed her at the foot of the bed, pressing her stomach down onto the mattress. “Wrists.”
Brie put her wrists behind her. He quickly and adeptly bound them with cord. Sir then took a silk scarf and tied it over her eyes. Her whole body was trembling by then. He’d effectively subdued her, leaving her defenseless to his ravenous appetite.
“You are mine.”
“Yes, Master.”
He moved to the side of the bed and she heard the lighting of a match. The scent of sulfur wafted through the air. Then the sound of music filled the room, intense and beautiful. She felt the bed move as Sir leaned over and whispered in her ear, “A favorite composer of mine, Giuseppe Verdi.” Brie listened to the music, carried by the impassioned sound of violins. He moved to her other ear. “The opera is called La Traviata. A poignant tale of love and sacrifice. We must see it sometime.”
Brie was instantly transported back to their last opera, the night he had played the role of Khan. There in the theater he had played out her King fantasy, with another male acting as the priest. God, how she had wanted him that night, but she had been denied the pleasure. Now here she was, bound and blindfolded, about to be fucked by Master. His choice of music added a sense of sophistication and substance to the intense scene.
Sir stood behind her. “The oil will be warm.”
Brie instinctively jumped when she felt the first few warm drops fall on her skin, as he poured it over her lower back and down the crack of her ass. The oil was incredibly erotic as it rolled down and slowly trickled off her mound, one drip at a time. Then he began to rub the oil into her skin—first her back, then her buttocks, until Sir was concentrating all his attention on her tight little hole.
“Deny me nothing,” he stated, slapping her ass resoundingly. Brie’s surprised squeal rivaled the high notes of the woman singing in the background.
He growled hoarsely, “I will hear your passion as I use you for my pleasure, téa.” He slapped her hard on the other cheek, causing another cry to escape her lips as she instinctively struggled to avoid the pain. The spreader bar kept her in place, her body helpless and open to his ravenous need.
The skin on her tender ass tingled as he changed tactics and played with her buttocks, lightly slapping and squeezing them—reacquainting her with the sensual power of his touch. She lay there, helpless and completely turned on.
Sir knew her, knew exactly how to make her body crave him.
His play stopped and then he left her again. She heard the sound of running water from the adjoining bathroom before he returned. Suddenly, Sir’s hand was between her legs, confirming her state of desire. “My goddess is dripping for her Master.”
“Most desperately, Master,” she agreed.
Brie soon heard the distinct sound of Sir liberally applying lubricant to his cock. Sir was silent as he coated the outside of her anus with gel and then eased more inside her tight hole. He made sure her ass was thoroughly prepared for the pounding she was about to receive. He separated her buttocks with his slippery hands and she felt the warm head of his shaft slip into the valley of her ass.
Sir’s cock rested against the entrance of her taut hole. He grabbed her hips and began pressing his thickness into her. Despite being willing, Brie’s body resisted his manly conquest—making the encounter that much more exhilarating.
In the past, Sir’s entering had been gentle but demanding. This time was different. He pressed into her with more force, slapping her ass lightly to weaken her resistance. “Give yourself to me,” he demanded. She consciously relaxed her inner muscles and cried out as his generous shaft opened her up, body and soul.
Sir used her hips to give him leverage, thrusting deeper into her ass while the music swirled around them. It was surreal, profound. When he was buried deep inside her, Sir grabbed her bound wrists and remained motionless, pressing even harder, forcing her to take all of him.
Brie’s body struggled to embrace the fullness of Sir. She gasped and then moaned as he began moving, slowly stroking her tight recesses with his impressive cock. “I remember when you struggled to take me halfway.”
Brie remembered their first encounter well. She’d had no idea then how forbidden their coupling had been. It hadn’t been until the next day, when she had almost been kicked out of the program and Sir had been asked to resign, that she’d understood the ramifications. It still amazed Brie that Sir had been willing to risk his career to be the one to take her anal virginity.
Had he suspected what the final outcome would be? Had that been his method of marking his potential mate? The possibility of it excited her.
“I love your cock, Master.”
“My cock loves your ass, téa.”
She purred, but soon cried out as Sir held her down more securely and fucked her hard. In an instant there was nothing but Sir’s cock powering into her ass. Master held nothing back as he dominated her with his formidable shaft.
Brie gasped, her face buried in the bedcovers as she desperately tried to hold on to reality. Her whole body began to tingle as it slowly moved to another level of awareness. When he slowed down and snaked his fingers below, rubbing her clit furiously, she could only gasp for air like a fish out of water.
“You are my instrument. Sing for me,” he stated. The violins sounded in the background as Sir pushed deep into her and brought her over the edge with his skillful manipulation. Brie suddenly found her voice and screamed out in ecstasy.
Before the last contraction had ended, he was pounding into her again. Her body was no longer hers, transformed into his instrument of pleasure. She began crying in pure joy, loving his hands clasped around her bound wrists, the restriction of the spreader bar, the opera music swimming in her head and his masterful cock that demanded everything of her.
He suddenly changed angles and she tensed. The head of his shaft began hammering her in a spot that made angels sing. She lost all connection with her surroundings as she felt her spirit floating upwards; exploding in pure rapture the moment Sir released his hot seed.
Brie slowly came back down to a light caress on her cheek. She opened her eyes and gazed straight into Sir’s, blinking several times. All her bindings had been removed and the music was now playing softly in the background, more like a whisper than a song. Sir was lying naked beside her.
“My pleasing little sub, how you do fly.”
She smiled and closed her eyes again, needing to concentrate on his touch. His soothing voice gently brought her back down to earth.
“I love you, babygirl.”