with her excitement. Brie pulled away and smiled wickedly as she gave her first instructions. “Remove your shirt and belt, as well as your socks and shoes. Lay them beside the chair neatly and kneel before me.”
He kept his eyes on her as he slowly followed her commands. She felt her stomach flutter when he lowered himself to the floor. Brie bit her lip as she put the silk blindfold over his eyes and tied it securely behind his head. She stepped back to admire this new view of her Master. He looked so manly and vulnerable, kneeling down before her with his naked chest and black blindfold.
“Ah, the allure of the unknown. Where will I touch you?” she purred.
A smile played across his lips. It pleased her greatly that he remembered that he’d used those words on her right after the collaring ceremony.
“I want you to lie on the Tantra chair, Sir, hands above your head.”
“On my back or stomach, téa?”
She’d forgotten to be specific in her instructions. “On your back, Sir.”
He stood up and felt for the lounger, lying down on it with masculine grace.
Brie bit her lip. Where to begin?
She picked up the gold cuffs Rytsar had given her. Would he have ever expected they would be used in this way?
Probably not…
Brie grinned as she moved to the head of the Tantra chair, feeling incredibly wicked as she got ready to bind her Master. Brie’s heart raced as she tightened each cuff around one of his wrists. She watched him open and close his fists, getting used to the restriction. It was an unexpected turn-on for her.
Moving back to stand beside him, she carefully straddled the chair so that her pussy hovered just above his cock. “Don’t move, Sir…” she commanded before her lips landed on his hairy chest. She left a trail of kisses across his muscled torso, ending with a lick of his right nipple.
But his lips were irresistible, so she kissed her way up to them and claimed them for her own. She started off with light butterfly kisses and then nibbled on his bottom lip. His deep, passionate kisses called to her…but in true Dominant form, she denied her own pleasure to intensify his and pulled away.
“I know what I want,” she announced. Brie left the chair and went to the kitchen to get a large strawberry from the pantry. The thought of feeding it to Sir made her quiver inside.
Brie returned and straddled him again, this time pressing herself against his hardening cock. “Open your mouth, Sir.”
He did so immediately.
Such a good Master… she thought, warming up to her new role.
Brie put the ripe strawberry to his lips. “Take a bite.”
She watched his teeth break the skin of the soft fruit and juice burst forth, covering his lips. She took the strawberry away and leaned over to lick the sweet nectar. “That’s very nice, Sir,” she complimented, before returning it to his lips. She enjoyed the sensual vision as he took another bite.
But the urge to consume his lips became too much for her. She discarded the rest and kissed him deeply, exploring Sir’s mouth, running her tongue over his teeth, and sparring playfully with his tongue. She ground against him as she made love to his mouth.
His hands came down and he encased her in his cuffed embrace, pressing her against his shaft as he moved his pelvis in time with hers.
She tsked. “You are being very bad, Sir.” Brie lifted his hands back up above his head and left the lounger to grab the rope. With a loop of the rope and a few quick knots she had picked up from Tono, she had Sir’s cuffs secured to the chair so that he could not disobey her again.
“I apologize for my over-enthusiasm, téa.”
She was not buying it. “I believe it was willful disobedience. Therefore you must be punished.”
She could read amusement in his expression. “As you wish, téa.”
Brie picked up the Wartenberg wheel before straddling him again. She ran the spiky wheel over the inside of her own arm to get an idea of what kind of pressure to