by Vi Keeland
His thrusting came faster and faster as he gave in to his lust. She met him stroke for stroke, forcing him into her as deeply as her body would allow. “My Sir…”
He put his hand under the small of her back, tilting her hips more severely so that he could reach deeper inside her. She screamed out in pleasure as his cock claimed all of her. He fucked her, then—hard, deep, and without pity. She took it joyously, never wanting it to end, but then he commanded, “Come for your Master.”
“Yes…oh, yes!”
The instant his cock began its deep shuddering, Brie’s body responded by squeezing hard, caressing his manhood with her own intense orgasm. Reality blurred as she lost herself in him. Sir bit her neck as he shot his seed deep inside her, his love bursting throughout her entire body.
I have never known such bliss…
When he pulled away, she saw the look of vulnerability she’d seen several times before. This time, however, he did not hide it. He looked her in the eye. “You are mine, Brie Bennett. I will never let you go.”
After his pronouncement, he got up off the floor and went to his desk. He pulled something out of the drawer and came back to her with an impish grin. He took the top off the permanent marker and, with fluid strokes, wrote a word on her chest. He sat back with a self-satisfied smirk. Brie looked down and saw that he had written the word Mine in big, flowing letters.
He handed the pen to her. She smiled shyly as she wrote on his hairy chest. He nodded his approval when he read the word: Master. Sir fisted her hair and drew her to him, kissing her possessively. “Never forget that.”
She shook her head. “I won’t, Sir… I can’t.”
He commanded her to re-dress as he put on his clothes. When she came to her corset, she held it up to him and pouted.
Sir grinned lustfully and took it from her, then threw the useless piece of clothing in his box. “You won’t be needing it, babygirl. You already have on what I want you to wear.” He nodded at her chest.
Brie looked down at his word with pride. Yes, it was enough.
He hoisted the box, grabbing the golden cuffs from the hook as he walked towards the door. Sir looked over his office one last time. “It’s been a good run.” He escorted her out and locked it behind him.
Sir held out his right arm and she gratefully wrapped hers around it.
“Head held high, but at a respectful angle.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Chest out,” he commanded. Then Sir added with a captivating smirk, “Exude elegance and poise, confident in the knowledge you are mine.”
Brie hid her smile as they walked back to the commons, which was still full of people. The chatter stopped and the whole room became eerily silent as the crowd turned towards the couple. Brie scanned the masses, but saw no sign of Tono. She did notice Mary standing beside Faelan. He wore a look of sheer disbelief.
Sir gave Mr. Gallant the keys. “Call if I have forgotten anything or you have questions.”
“I will.” Mr. Gallant looked at Brie. “Are you happy, Miss Bennett?”
“Yes, Mr. Gallant. Very much so.”
“Fine. Then I wish you the best.” He nodded at Sir. “Both of you.”
“Thank you, Gallant,” Sir replied affably, moving towards the elevator.
Marquis Gray pressed the button for them and then stood to the side. When Brie snuck a glance, he nodded at her with the slightest hint of a smile. Did he know this would be my choice tonight?
When the elevator doors opened, the two walked into it and turned to face the assembly. Master Anderson held up his drink and toasted Sir. “Wishing you the best, Thane. You should know that your service to the Center has been greatly appreciated.”
“Hear, hear!” someone shouted.
Glasses were held up, to an enthusiastic chorus of, “To Headmaster Davis!”
The room filled with applause as the doors closed. Tears streamed down Brie’s face. She was overwhelmed by how much Sir had given up to be with her.
He looked down at Brie and winked. “No need to cry, babygirl. This is just the beginning.”
Khan:
Lasting Impressions
By
Red Phoenix
Khan: Lasting Impressions
Copyright © 2014 by Red Phoenix
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Edited by Jennifer Roberts-Hall
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Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those 18 and older.
Note from the Author
This extra chapter is taken from the novel, but from a different point of view. Fans of Brie begged for a scene from Sir’s point of view, but I resisted because this is Brie’s story. However, there is one scene in the novel I felt fans deserved to understand better, because they could not know all the work and attention Sir put into setting up Brie’s last fantasy before her graduation.
It is with a full heart that I give this gift to you:
A chapter from Brie Learns the Art of Submission written from Sir’s POV.
You know I love you, peeps! ~Red Phoenix
Khan: Lasting Impressions
(Sir’s POV)
Thane opened her journal. He knew Brie was a creative soul and was curious what she had written as her sexual fantasy. Her words instantly drew him in.
I am frightened. I know I have been sent to the King as a peace offering. This is my father’s desperate attempt to stave off the creditors. If the King accepts me, my family will continue to live at the manor. If not, we will be left homeless with no title and no means of support.
I pinch my cheeks one more time, hoping he will find the blush on my cream complexion appealing. I am escorted before the King, who is busy devouring a lavish meal. My stomach growls and a real blush creeps over my face.
My stately King looks up from his plate. “Is this the one?”
“She is, Sire.”
“Looks a little too young and untried. Not what I want tonight. Take her away.”
I blurt out, “I may be untried, my Lord, but I am willing.”
He gives me a second glance. “Willing? What does that really mean coming from a little girl? You know not what you propose.” He motions me away, but I am determined.
“I am yours, my Lord, to use as you please.” I bow before him in complete supplication.
“I will not be gentle or kind,” he warns.
“Let me please you, my King.”
He snorts in amusement. “So be it.” He points to the old servant holding the flask of wine beside him. “Pleasure him with your mouth while I watch.”
My heart beats fiercely as I approach the servant. I have never given oral pleasures before and have no idea how to go about it. My King takes the wine flask from the stunned man and laughs as he sets it down on the table. “Been a long time, has it, Thomas?”
“Yes, Sire.”
“Good. Then this shouldn’t take long.” My King looks at me and says drolly, “Go on, girl. Please your King.”
I fumble at untying the man’s trousers and I hear my King chuckle unkindly. I pull down his pants, along with his undergarments, and am shocked at the largeness of his staff. I’ve never seen one before and find it intimidating.
“Go on, child,” my King commands, pushing me down on my knees before the old servant.
I open my mouth hesitantly and stick out my tongue,
licking the end of his member. It twitches and I back away. I can hear the dissatisfied grunt of my King and quickly recover from my shock. I lick it again and a bitter taste fills my mouth. I do not retreat. Instead, I lick it more eagerly.
“Take him in your mouth.”
With my heart pounding, I open my lips and the old man’s shaft fills my mouth. My cry is muffled when he pushes himself in deeper.
“That’s it. Suck his staff with that virginal mouth until he comes.”
The old man grabs my head and starts thrusting his member harder and harder. I know my King is watching, so I moan, holding the thick member with one hand. Suddenly, the rigid member begins pulsing in my mouth. The old man groans loudly as copious amounts of bitter fluid burst forth from his manhood.
“Swallow it all,” my King commands.
I swallow without question, distressed when some of the liquid escapes my lips. The servant pulls his shaft from my mouth with a satisfied sigh. I wipe the extra from my mouth, but my King growls, “I said swallow it all.”
I lick my hands, making sure to clean off all of the bitter liquid.
My King sits back in his chair and smiles wickedly at me. “That was entertaining, but I am not convinced you are worthy.”
While Thomas pulls up his trousers, I bow to my King. “How may I prove myself, Lord?”
“I assume you are a virgin.”
“Yes, my King.” I am completely prepared to sacrifice my virginity to my sovereign.
But he surprises me when he says, “You shall give your maidenhood to my priest. That would entertain me on so many levels.”
I gasp at his audaciousness, but dutifully answer, “It would be my pleasure, my Lord.”
He snaps his fingers. “Get young Father Christopher. Tell him…tell him I have a special assignment only my priest can perform.”
I watch with frightened curiosity as the soldiers leave to retrieve the priest…
Sir shifted in his chair. Yes, her writing had quite an effect on him.
He picked apart her fantasy piece by piece. He did not desire to see her orally please an older man, so he picked up the phone and called Maccio, a graduate of the Dominant training. “I heard you have a fight tomorrow night. What do you give your chances of winning?”
The man laughed on the other end. “99.9 percent. The boy has no chance against me.”
“Good, because I have a sub I will be bringing to the fight. Her mouth will be part of the prize.”
He snorted. “That boy will be in the ground before the end of the first round.”
“I am counting on it. Otherwise you will miss out, and I will have to improvise.”
“No need, Headmaster Davis. I will be enjoying your sub in training tomorrow night.”
“Excellent.”
Thane knew he needed a priest as well. It had to be someone who could look the part, but not take over the scene. He called the manager at The Haven for the number of Adams, a young sub who would fit the bill.
With those two major players secured, he had only the finer details to iron out. He left the fur and clothing to his assistant, Rachael, but went to the jewelry store to pick out the strand of pearls personally. It would play an important part in the scene and would be given to her at the end. He knew it was unorthodox, but he wanted Brie to have something of lasting worth when the night was over.
The final order of business was to secure box seats at his favorite opera theater. Thane groaned when he learned what was playing. Of all the operas in the world, it had to be Madame Butterfly. The theme of unrequited love and suicide was a trigger for him. He determined to leave before the final act and avoid the tragic scene.
With everything in place, Thane sat back and contemplated the minute details of tomorrow’s event. He normally let a scene progress organically, allowing for changes as he went. However, with Brie it was imperative he stick with his plan. Any deviation would only result in compromising his resolve. Brie was simply a student—nothing more.
Thane knocked on her apartment door exactly at six. He waited, feeling confident about the night he had arranged. He would facilitate a deeper level of submission, one in which she would experience the delicious taste of humiliation without demeaning her strong spirit. It was obvious by her fantasy it was something she desired despite her many protests.
When Brie opened the door to him, he was taken aback. Rachael had outdone herself in picking the outfit. The girl looked stunning. He entered her small apartment and introduced himself as Khan before commanding her to turn around.
She turned slowly for him, showing off the tight embrace of her dress. He did not miss the gold zipper down the front. It had been a requirement for the night’s events, however, the slit in the back of the outfit was far too modest. He pulled at the seams and ripped it until the slit almost reached the curve of her ass. He grabbed onto her buttocks and caressed them hungrily, remembering the feel of being buried deep within her.
Thane removed the lace panties she was wearing, irritated by the barrier. But in doing so, he caught a whiff of her scent and wavered in his resolve. “Face the wall,” he commanded.
Brie did so without hesitation. He tied her wrists behind her back and contemplated bending her over and fucking her, but caressed her shoulders with the fur instead, leaning down to whisper, “My elegant property.” She trembled under his touch, and he felt a surge of excitement.
Thane led her to the waiting limousine outside. Her subtle movements and rapid breaths announced her desire to be taken. How little she understood his respect for the scene she’d laid out. He would not stray from it. The King did not fuck the girl in her fantasy…
They pulled up to the warehouse where the fight was taking place. It was enjoyable to see Brie’s look of disbelief when she was confronted with the rundown building. Surprising her held a unique thrill—it was unsettling as much as it was intoxicating.
Thane took her inside, noting that Adams was already in place, selling tickets by the door as he had been instructed. They walked to the caged ring in the center of the huge warehouse where Maccio was already pummeling his rival.
Brie turned away in disgust.
“Watch your victor, girl,’ he commanded.
She obeyed without question and observed a quick end to the fight. Maccio left the ring and came towards them after Thane’s driver intercepted his path and directed him.
Thane felt Brie stiffen beside him as the victorious fighter approached with a lusty grin on his face. Maccio looked at him. “My prize?”
“Yes,” Thane answered, untying her wrists and commanding Brie to give the man the pleasure of her mouth. He saw the understanding in her eyes and the approval of his choice of male.
Brie sank to her knees and took Maccio’s cock as an innocent would. However, the fighter was hyped up on adrenaline after the bout and handled her roughly. Brie took it with grace, moaning passionately for her victor. The sound of her pleasure sent Maccio over the edge and he pulled out, pushing Brie to the ground to fuck her.
Thane was incensed by Maccio’s aggressive handling—but to assume he could take her enraged Thane beyond reason. “No!” he shouted as he shoved the fighter off Brie. He helped her up and brushed off her knees, taking the time to straighten her dress before turning to Maccio in disgust. “Never take more than you are offered.”
He left in order not to spoil Brie’s evening, but there would be an exchange later. Maccio would be held accountable for his disregard of the set parameters the two had agreed upon.
Thane was certain Adams would follow his lead without question. Not deviating from his plan, he informed Brie that she still needed to prove herself to her Khan and then nodded to the boy. Adams instantly put down his tickets to follow the couple.
He could tell by the way her eyes lit up that Brie appreciated the look of the blond with boyish features that he had chosen. It was going to prove an interesting night with the three of them playing out her scene together.
Th
ane felt Brie quiver, and he had to hold back his smile. She was like putty in his hands. Beautiful, sensuous, receptive…perfect.
Once inside the limo he directed Adams to the back, for he had plans of his own which had nothing to do with Brie’s fantasy.
This was his fantasy.
Playing the part of Khan, Thane ordered her to lie down on the bench seat so he could ‘examine’ her and determine if she was to his liking or not. With drawn out pleasure, he unzipped her dress and exposed Brie’s full breasts. Her nipples were hard and begged for his attention, but it was her pussy he truly hungered for.
He pet her mound lightly and watched her struggle, trying not to respond with desire. He liked that she was keeping to her character; it would make the night easier to control.
With a wicked smile, he pulled out the velvet box from inside his jacket and held up the strand of pearls for her to see. “A test.”
Thane pressed his hand against her thigh, forcing her legs to open more. Brie’s eyes grew wide as he separated her pussy lips and placed the pearls on either side of her clit. He pulled the necklace taut. He watched her squirm as he dragged them down slowly, her clit dancing to the caress of the multiple beads. It was so beautiful that when he reached the end, he repositioned the necklace to do it again.
He glanced up when he heard Brie moan under her breath. The wanton lust in her eyes called to him. She was in need of him, but as headmaster it was imperative that he resist his student.
He lifted the pearls from her clit and admired how wet she’d made them. He twisted the necklace once and placed it over her head, laying the pearls carefully between her breasts. Truly, there was nothing more beautiful than Brie in that moment. He would remember it, a snapshot in his mind to savor in the future.
Satisfied with his little indulgence, he returned to her fantasy. “Girl, it’s time to expose the truth.” He caressed her mound before slipping his finger inside her velvety depths. Her whimper was exhilarating, but it was her slight movement inviting his fingers to explore further that nearly did him in.
