by Red Phoenix
Her heart skipped a beat when his warm lips landed on her throat. When she felt the pressure of his teeth against her skin, it sent currents of sensual electricity through her and she moaned in response.
Sir slipped off the material of her dress to expose her shoulder, leaving trails of kisses and light bites.
Brie trembled, feeling deliciously weak from his sensual attention.
“I enjoy seeing you in this dress. However, I love seeing you out of it even more.” Carefully lifting the dress over her head so she would not lose her grip on the rose, he let it drop to the floor beside them.
“Ah, yes…” he murmured, running his hands over her naked skin.
He gave her a ravenous smile as he turned her around, looking over every inch of her body. “Perfection.”
Brie cherished his praise, feeling fully and wholly beautiful in his eyes.
“I long to feel your naked skin against mine,” he stated with a sultry smile as he slowly undressed before her.
She stared at him, entranced by his masculine body. From his toned chest and hard shaft to his tight ass that flexed as he moved, the man was majestic naked.
Sir returned to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. Still clutching the rose, she leaned back against his chest, aroused by his scent—it was a combination of musk mixed with a hint of sweetness that reminded her of a summer’s day.
“Much better,” he growled, pressing his hard cock against her as he grazed her nipples with his hands, causing them to contract into tight buds.
The chemistry between them was so powerful, her body ached with need.
“I love everything about you, Thane,” she purred softly. Her heart thrilled every time she said his name.
“The feeling is mutual,” he told her lustfully.
Gripping the rose with both hands had a similar effect to being handcuffed. It gave her a feeling of vulnerability which she thoroughly enjoyed.
Brie bit her lip when he began lightly rolling her nipple between his fingers. The erotic stimulation instantly made her pussy wet.
“Do you know what I want, Brie?”
Her heart quickened. “Tell me.”
“To watch my cock disappear down your throat.”
Brie smiled up at him as he helped her to her knees while she still held the flower. The blossom rested between her breasts. It was a powerful pose Brie enjoyed and he had made it unique with the addition of the rose.
“Open that pretty little mouth.”
Brie parted her lips for him and moaned when he fisted her hair and guided his cock into her mouth. Sir was gentle and slow, making love to her throat like he would her pussy. The fragrant scent of the rose added to the familiar action of sucking his cock, enhancing the experience.
Brie looked up at him in adoration as she deepthroated him.
“I like it when you focus on my cock,” he murmured gruffly.
She moaned in agreement, completely at his mercy as he guided her movements. But the stimulation proved too much, and he had to pull out.
“Not yet…”
Helping Brie back to her feet, he led her to their tantra chair. “Lie down and let your husband play with you.”
Brie straddled the leather chaise lounge, still clutching the rose in her hands as she slid down into the comfortable curvature of it. The position left her legs spread wide for him.
Sir knelt beside her and began kissing her on the lips while his fingers sought out her wet pussy.
Instead of playing with her clit, he surprised her by lightly slapping her pussy with the palm of his hand. It was such an unexpected and possessive act that her pussy quivered. Each slap caused erotic jolts to reverberate through her, driving her to distraction.
Brie moaned, lost in the sensual spell he weaved with his passionate kisses and the magic of his masculine touch.
Knowing her body well, it did not take long for him to encourage the first telltale signs of her mounting orgasm.
She whimpered, pressing her pussy against his hand.
Knowing she was close, he commanded, “Come while I kiss you, Brie.”
She groaned in anticipation, eager for the intimacy of climaxing for him while he claimed her mouth. When the orgasm hit, it was quick and strong, leaving her breathless afterward.
“Again,” he stated hungrily.
Brie willingly gave in to his desire, not fighting the delicious feelings when she felt another orgasm building in intensity. Concentrating on his ardent kisses and the intoxicating scent of the rose, she surrendered completely to it.
The moment the second climax washed over her, she tensed, overwhelmed by the power of it.
“It seems you are desperate for release,” he growled afterward.
She blushed. “I guess my body is greedy for you.”
He chuckled. “Shall we see if you can come with just a kiss?”
She nodded, certain she could.
Brie closed her eyes, submitting to his demanding kiss as he explored her mouth with his tongue. Her body was primed for another climax, but she rode the intense crest of it for a few moments before surrendering to it.
Afterward, she stared at him in a state of awe. The man played her body like an instrument, knowing exactly which strings to pluck.
Sir smiled at her in satisfaction. “I love watching you come, but I enjoy feeling it even more.”
Leaning down, he began sucking on her nipple as he slipped a finger inside her and began stroking her G-spot. The spell he had her under made it impossible for her not to come immediately.
Within seconds, her body started tensing in preparation for the next orgasm. Sir groaned his approval as her pussy began pulsing around his finger.
“Good girl…”
Brie was in such an aroused state, she was completely at his mercy.
“Now, let’s change your position,” he stated. Helping her to her feet, he had Brie lean her torso against the higher curve of the tantra chair so her ass was exposed to him.
Smiling ravenously, he commanded, “Hold the rose directly in front of you. Do not drop it under any circumstances.”
Sir spanked her ass, causing pleasant tingles to course through her body. He then slid his cock into her pussy while his fingers played with her tight rosette. Brie moaned loudly, enjoying the dual stimulation.
“Are you going to come for me again, Brie?”
“Yes,” she purred in excitement.
He began ramming his shaft into her repeatedly, each stroke teasing her swollen G-spot while he slowly pressed his thumb into her ass.
Her orgasm climbed to dizzying heights. When her thighs began to tremble, she struggled to keep holding the rose.
Brie cried out when she climaxed, her pussy gushing as she released, covering the tantra chair in her come.
Sir let out a guttural growl when he felt her slick excitement.
She lay against the tantra chair, her body still trembling from her multiple orgasms, and held on to the rose for dear life.
“I think the time has come,” he murmured huskily as he bit her shoulder, “for me to unleash my love on you.”
“Yes, Thane,” she begged.
Fisting her hair, he pulled her head back. “Keep your eyes on the rose until you can no longer focus. I’m about to make you fly.”
Brie held her breath when Sir let go of her hair and grabbed her waist with both hands. He ramped up the strength and speed of his thrusts. She was far too stimulated not to respond to the ferocity of his claiming.
With his permission, Brie willingly dove into that sweet abyss of subspace and eventually dropped the rose.
Although she was partially aware of her surroundings, she was flying so high afterward that she was unable to respond when he picked her up and carried her to the bed.
“Brie…focus on my voice.”
She lay there, keeping her eyes open with great effort. Still floating on clouds of sensual bliss, she turned her head toward him as a slow smile spread across her
lips.
“I love you, Thane Davis.”
He grazed her bottom lip with the rose, declaring with a possessive look in his eyes, “There will never be another person who will love you as much as I do, Brie.”
Heated Exchange
Master Anderson returned with Hope at exactly ten o’clock that same evening. Shey was standing by his side.
The sexy Dom looked a little worse for wear, but Hope seemed to be sleeping peacefully in the car seat he carried. “Here she is, safe and sound,” he announced, holding her out to Sir.
“How did it go?” Brie asked, taking a quick peek at Hope.
“Like I said—she’s safe and sound.”
“So, no issues?” Sir confirmed.
Master Anderson took off his cowboy hat and swiped his hair back, chuckling. “Let’s just say that little girl is a ball of energy. Even the cats are wiped out.”
“Tell us all about it,” Brie encouraged, inviting them both inside.
Master Anderson escorted Shey into the house, then headed straight for the couch. He flopped down on it, laying his head back and putting his hat over his eyes before sighing in exhaustion.
Sir smirked. “Did our daughter prove to be too much for you?” he asked as he unbuckled Hope from the car seat and cradled her against him.
“I’m still standing, figuratively speaking,” Master Anderson answered, pushing his hat up.
“Oh yes. Brad had it handled the entire time,” Shey replied, laughing. “I was impressed by his mad skills.”
“Don’t be throwing your man under the bus, now,” he teased.
“I would never do that,” she assured him, then turned to Brie. “I even took pictures.”
Brie giggled. “I would love to see them.”
Shey fished her cell phone out of her purse. “Brad insisted on doing everything himself.”
Brie glanced at Master Anderson, who shrugged at her. “I wasn’t about to shirk on a challenge, although I was tempted a few times. Trust me.”
Shey chuckled as she showed Brie her phone. “This was his first attempt at trying to change her diaper.”
Master Anderson suddenly looked sick and covered his face with his hat again, muttering, “Don’t remind me.”
“As you can see by the expression on his face, it wasn’t going well.”
Brie burst out laughing when she saw the look of horror plastered on his face in the picture.
“But, Brad insisted on finishing the job,” Shey continued proudly, swiping to the next picture.
Brie shook her head in amusement as she stared at the photo of Master Anderson donning a leather BDSM mask that covered his nose, along with rubber gloves and an apron. “I’m surprised Hope didn’t freak out when she saw you in this getup.”
“Oh, Brad cooed and sang sweet words to her while he gagged as he changed her diaper.” Shey turned to Master Anderson, smiling. “You really were adorable.”
Master Anderson groaned. “Please, Shey. I’d rather not relive the moment, thank you.”
“You would think a man used to mucking out horse stalls wouldn’t even be fazed by it,” Sir stated with an amused expression.
“Don’t even go there, buddy. Horse manure smells like freaking flowers compared to what I experienced tonight.”
“I’m glad Hope’s asleep and can’t hear what you’re saying,” Brie chided him.
“I mean no disrespect to your little girl, young Brie.” He put his hand to his heart. “I’m just telling it like it is.”
Shey held out her phone to show Brie another picture. “Here’s Hope in the cat sanctuary. Talk about a kid in the candy store.”
Brie laughed. “I bet.”
“At first, the kittens didn’t know what to make of her,” Master Anderson told Brie.
He then turned to Sir. “That baby of yours is a crawling hellion. I have never seen a kid move that fast on all fours.”
Brie smiled. “Shadow’s been an excellent teacher.”
Master Anderson sighed. “Well, lucky for me, my cats entertained her most of the night. All I had to do was sit back and enjoy the show.”
“It was so precious, Brie,” Shey told her. “It’s like Hope and the kittens were all playing a complicated version of tag that only they understood. Every one of the cats got involved, and Hope was eating up all of the attention.”
Brie noticed Hope’s big smile in every one of the pictures as Shey swiped through them. “She looks so happy!”
“I kind of hated to break them up when it was time to feed her,” Master Anderson admitted.
Brie glanced at him, grinning. “And how did that go?”
“Naturally, I wasn’t going to feed her that baby jar crap I found in the bag.”
Sir raised an eyebrow. “What did you feed her, then?”
“A gourmet meal fit for royalty,” he stated proudly.
“Brad spent an hour in the kitchen making it,” Shey told them, smiling at Master Anderson tenderly.
Brie was impressed to hear it but was curious. “How did Hope like the meal?”
“She loved my cooking, of course. What baby wouldn’t?” He then turned to Sir and said accusingly, “The instructions I was given didn’t say anything about how to keep your kid still without a highchair, so…I had to improvise.”
Shey bumped Brie’s shoulder. “You’re going to love these pictures.”
Brie laughed when she saw the photo and walked over to Sir to show him. The picture showed Master Anderson in the kitchen, shirtless—which certainly wasn’t a surprise—but he’d used his undershirt like a baby restraint to secure Hope to a chair.
“Ingenious,” Sir praised him.
“That’s what I thought,” Master Anderson agreed. “Needless to say, the t-shirt was ruined.”
He turned to Brie. “Your kid sure is a messy eater.”
“She isn’t even one yet,” she reminded him, laughing.
“Anyway, feeding time was a huge success, so it was worth the sacrifice.”
“Bravo, Master Anderson!” Brie was truly impressed by his resourcefulness.
“It was smooth sailing after that.” He swept his hand through his hair. “I just set the kid down with the cats and the rest is history.”
He nodded to Shey. “Go ahead. Show them.”
Shey dutifully showed her a picture of Hope sprawled out, asleep on the floor with Cayenne curled up against her. All the other cats sat around her in a circle.
“Cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen,” Master Anderson stated. “Cayenne wouldn’t leave her side the entire time.”
Brie studied the adorable photo and smiled. “Cayenne probably smelled Shadow on her.”
Master Anderson threw his hands up. “Now, why did you have to spoil that perfectly sweet picture for me? I’ll never be able to look at it the same way again.”
Brie chuckled. “Someday, you’re going to admit that Shadow is one of the best things to ever happen to you and Cayenne.”
He shook his head slowly. “Never going to happen.”
Sir walked over to the couch with Hope in his arms and held out his hand to Master Anderson. “I didn’t think you had it in you, but you proved me wrong tonight.”
Master Anderson stood up and looked at him smugly. “Well, thank you, Thane. It’s good to see you eat humble pie for once.”
Sir glanced at Shey. “It must be a relief to know that under all of that bravado, he really could make a good father.”
Master Anderson snorted. “That’s not it at all. I just proved I’m man enough for any challenge, no matter how difficult or disgusting.”
He glanced at Brie, putting his hat against his chest. “Not that your child is disgusting, of course.”
Brie laughed.
Shey agreed with Sir. “This experience tonight has really opened my eyes, Mr. Davis.”
Master Anderson looked at Shey warily. “Now, don’t be getting any ideas, darlin’. This was just a one-time thing. That’s it.”
She
y wrapped her arms around him. “I know, you big softie.”
Master Anderson shot Sir a worried glance.
Sir smiled knowingly while he repositioned Hope higher on his shoulder. “I’d better get this little angel to bed. Brie, would you see our friends out?”
“Of course, Sir.”
Brie had to hide her smile as she escorted them to the door and thanked Master Anderson again for babysitting.
After shutting the door behind them, she shook her head in astonishment.
Sir certainly is a devious one…
Brie was relieved to hear from Rytsar early the next day when he called to update them on the Lilly situation. They put him on speakerphone to hear what he had to share.
The first question that tumbled out of Brie’s mouth was, “Are you okay?”
“I knew you would worry despite my best efforts, radost moya.” Rytsar chuckled. “Da, I am fine.”
She breathed an audible sigh of relief, which made him chuckle even more.
“How did Lilly seem?” Sir asked.
Rytsar paused for a moment. “That is a complicated answer, moy droog. The woman is physically healthy, but as far as her mental state…”
“What?” he pressed.
“She has changed.”
“In a good way, I hope,” Brie said expectantly.
“Not exactly.”
Sir growled. “What do you mean?”
“You will be gratified to know she is no longer in love with you, comrade. In fact, she loathes you.”
Sir snorted. “Well, that’s a relief.”
“Da.”
“What’s the problem, then?” Brie asked.
“The creature has a new interest.”
Brie’s heart dropped. “Who?”
Rytsar coughed uncomfortably. “She has developed an attraction to the Reverend Mother.”
“Oh, my goodness!” Brie looked at Sir in shock.
“It has made it…umm…uncomfortable for the venerable woman.”
“I can only imagine,” Sir muttered. “What did Lilly say about her?”
“It’s not what she said. It’s what she’s done.”
“Oh, God…” Brie whimpered.
Rytsar snorted. “Do you really want to know, radost moya?”
