by Red Phoenix
She looked at him and smiled. He’d said that on the first night, too. She was curious if he was planning to replay that first night here, and she felt a thrill at the thought.
The bell chimed just before the elevator doors opened. On the ride up, Brie stared discreetly at Sir in the reflection of the mirrored walls of the elevator.
Sir’s chiseled good looks had matured over the last few years, giving him an even more commanding demeanor. She searched his face, trying to figure out the difference. He was just as handsome, but his look was leaner…and wiser.
Although Brie would never dare tell him that! She’d learned her lesson about using the word “wise” around Sir.
When they arrived on the fifteenth floor, Brie hesitated for a moment before stepping out.
This would be the last time…
Knowing that filled her with sadness. She had so many memories associated with this apartment.
Her entire life changed here!
Sir pressed his hand against her back, directing her forward as he escorted her to the dark wooden door of his apartment, which was engraved with the BDSM triskele. Brie wondered if the next tenant would understand the significance of the symbol.
When Sir opened the door, she entered the apartment hesitantly. She noticed her heels now made a hollow echo as she walked down the long, narrow hallway that was now bare of all the art that used to cover the walls.
Thankfully, for Brie, the apartment still smelled of Sir and made her smile.
They walked into the large, empty room with the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked downtown LA.
“I will miss this view,” she murmured as the two of them watched the last rays of the sun disappear behind the buildings.
Sir moved behind her, stating in a low growl, “It is an impressive view, but I know of one even better.”
He slowly began undressing her, running his hands over her bare skin, as he removed each piece of clothing. Sir’s light touch sent shivers through her, causing her nipples to ache with desire.
When she was completely naked except for his collar, Sir leaned down and murmured seductively as his lips grazed her neck, “I prefer you like this.”
Brie let out a soft moan, loving the feel of his sensual lips on her skin.
“Walk to the window,” he commanded.
Brie’s heart raced, certain now that Sir was reenacting the first night when she came home with him.
“Spread your legs shoulder width apart, put your hands on the window, and lean forward so your nipples touch the glass.”
Goosebumps rose on her skin as she opened her legs and put her palms against the window, leaning forward until her nipples touched the cold glass. There was a sense of vulnerability in being naked in front of the huge window with the city bustling below them. But that feeling was something she had come to enjoy.
Brie let out a soft gasp, reacting to the chilly temperature.
She distinctly remembered their first scene as Master and submissive, and she waited patiently as she stared at his reflection in the glass.
Sir stood back to admire her.
This was something that Brie had not only gotten used to but had come to crave—his lustful scrutiny of her body.
Sir stared at her for quite some time. She wondered if he was noting every detail so he wouldn’t forget it, or if he was being flooded with old memories as she was.
As if in confirmation, he stated, “Know that I will think of you as a goddess even as I fuck you like a slut.”
Her eyes widened, remembering those words that first night. They still had power over her, making her wet with desire.
Brie relished the unique stimulation of having her nipples pressed against the glass. The cool temperature made her nipples ache and she longed to feel his warm lips encasing them.
Sir moved up behind her and commanded in a deep voice. “Don’t move or speak, but you are allowed to come.”
His simple command made her pussy drip with excitement, knowing what was about to happen next.
He lightly traced his fingertips over her shoulders, causing her whole body to focus solely on his touch. She continued to sneak peeks at his reflection as he slowly lowered himself and began exploring her swollen pussy with his fingers.
Hearing his passionate grunt sent chills through her.
“Your body tells me everything I want to know, téa.”
Brie struggled to keep silent as he began fingering her pussy. With such skilled fingers, Sir was quickly able to bring her to the edge.
Closing her eyes, she relaxed and gave in to the orgasm.
“Good girl,” he murmured just before she felt his warm tongue on her throbbing clit.
Brie opened her eyes and suddenly let out a muffled squeak when she saw the silhouette of a woman standing at the window of the high rise across from them. She had her elbows up beside her head as if she were looking through a set of binoculars.
“I said not to make a sound,” Sir chided, spanking her ass firmly.
Brie was unsure if this was part of Sir’s plan or if the woman was an unwanted observer, so she broke her silence. “Sir…”
He grasped her ass cheeks with both hands. “This better be good.”
Pointing, she told him, “There’s someone watching us in the other building.”
Sir stood up and looked in the direction she was indicating, obviously surprised to hear it.
“Ah…” he muttered in a thoughtful tone. After a moment of contemplation, he turned to her. “We won’t be here in the morning.”
Lowering himself to the floor again, he said, “Let her watch.” Sir growled lustfully as he buried his face in her pussy.
Knowing they had an audience watching added an element of the taboo to their scene.
When Sir spread her outer lips with his fingers and took a long, drawn-out lick, Brie temporarily forgot about the voyeur.
Although she wasn’t allowed to make a sound, inside she was silently moaning, Oh, Master…
Sir drew her sensitive clit into his mouth and sucked lightly as he teased her with his tongue. It didn’t take long for another orgasm even more powerful than the last to hit Brie.
He then licked her clit as it pulsed against his tongue. She had to bite her bottom lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure.
Brie had no control, unlike Sir, who could take oral stimulation for hours. The minute he’d started teasing her pussy, she was completely at his mercy.
And, in true Dominant style, he showed her no mercy, slowly inserting his thumb into her ass as he continued to suck and lick her sensitive clit.
But this time, just before she was about to climax, he pulled away from her.
Her entire body was left hanging on the precipice, pulsing with desperate need.
Brie held her breath.
She felt crazy with desire. To distract herself, she stared at the woman watching them.
When Sir’s tongue returned to her wet pussy, she let out an unintentional moan.
“Tsk, tsk,” he murmured, the loud smack on her ass echoing through the empty apartment.
Brie bit her lip again. Of course, Sir knew she enjoyed the way he spanked her. His punishment tonight was acting more as a tease than actual correction.
Still, Brie wanted to impress Sir with her level of obedience.
She stared straight ahead, her eyes focused on the voyeur’s silhouette.
Slowly sliding his finger into her ass, Sir commanded, “Come.”
Her body was so primed that it immediately tensed, readying itself for release. She had no control as her thighs started shaking.
A cold chill took over and her nipples hardened against the glass as her body reached release in an explosion of pleasure. Tears came to Brie’s eyes because it felt so good.
Sir wasn’t done, pressing his tongue against her clit while it was still pulsing as her climax finished. With a will of iron, she stayed quiet and still.
“You taste so good, téa…�
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She stared at his reflection in the glass, knowing in every way that he was testing her resolve.
Then he kicked it up a notch, announcing in a gravelly voice, rich with lust, “Your ass calls to me, but that pussy is too damn hot.”
Her cry of pleasure caught in her throat when she heard him unzip his pants. She watched Sir’s reflection as he got into position behind her and she felt him press his cock into her swollen pussy.
Brie trembled as he pushed his shaft deep into her needy depths. She was so wet and ready, her body had no trouble taking his full length. He thrust hard into her, causing her nipples to rub against the cold glass with each stroke.
When he grabbed her buttocks and forced himself in even deeper, Brie braced herself against the glass, needing to take it hard and fast.
She looked at Sir’s reflection as he ramped up, his strokes solid and powerful. It was erotic to watch him fuck her as her body rocked with the impact of each stroke.
The rough claiming caused another orgasm to crash over her and she heard Sir’s masculine groan as her pussy contracted rhythmically around him. Afterward, she gushed with her come.
“Fuck…” he groaned when he felt it.
The orgasm was so intense, it left Brie weak afterward and she struggled to stay steady on her feet.
When Sir suddenly pulled out, her pussy literally dripped with come onto the floor.
He leaned forward, whispering in her ear. “You’ve got my cock so wet, téa, I’m going to have to fuck your ass now.”
Her knees almost buckled when she felt the head of his hard cock pressing against her anus. The fact that she was so wet that he didn’t need extra lubricant spoke to how incredibly turned on she was.
Brie was desperate for Sir to claim her.
Closing her eyes, wanting to feel every delicious sensation, she forced her body to relax as she felt his rigid cock opening her up and pushing inside her.
Brie wanted to cry out in ecstasy as he began stroking her tight ass, giving her exactly what she needed.
“You feel too good,” he murmured huskily.
Brie nodded vigorously, agreeing one hundred percent with him that it felt too good.
Sir stopped several times to regain control. Those short interruptions made it more exciting because each time he reentered her, her inner muscles squeezed his cock hard, causing exquisite feelings for them both.
“I’m going to come,” he growled.
Brie’s pussy contracted in pleasure. Her heightened sensitivity was one of her favorite aspects of anal sex. She could feel everything when he came and she needed to feel his come deep inside her.
The goosebumps started again when he began pumping his cock hard into her ass. It took everything in her not to cry out and tell him how good it felt when his cock pulsed as he released his seed inside her.
All of it was too much and her muscles tensed again, needing to climax.
“Yes…” he murmured huskily as she came a fifth time with his cock deep inside her ass.
Her muscles milked his cock as she whimpered in pleasure.
When he pulled out, she slowly slid down the glass, no longer able to support herself. Sir knelt down behind her and pulled her against him. The room was silent except for their rapid panting.
The two of them stayed in that position, oblivious to the rest of the world, while they recovered from their intense coupling.
Brie kept her eyes closed, feeling both wonderfully vulnerable and equally protected in his arms.
As a final act of dominance, Sir interlaced his fingers with hers and squeezed her tight against him.
“Mine.”
Sir stood up, helping Brie to her feet. She noticed their voyeur had turned off the living room light, but there was another light on farther inside the apartment. Brie imagined she was making good use of the scene she had just witnessed.
After getting dressed, Brie asked Sir if she could say goodbye to the apartment.
He chuckled softly, “Certainly.”
Brie went to their kitchen first. This room had been a source of humiliation, triumph, and love. It was here that she learned Sir didn’t eat eggs—or breakfast, for that matter—after her failed attempts at trying to make him an omelet that first morning. But this was also the kitchen where she had finally succeeded in making Sir’s favorite dish, Ribollita. In this very kitchen, Sir, the man who hated Christmas, had surprised her with a Christmas scavenger hunt that she would never forget.
Running her hands over all the counters and appliances, she looked to where the table used to be and said in a wistful voice, “I remember all the conversations we had here.”
Sir touched her temple and said, “They’re all still in here, babygirl.”
She nodded, knowing he was right.
Brie headed to their bedroom at the end of the hall. Gone were the gothic ironwork and crimson walls. In its place were completely vanilla walls painted a plain eggshell white with an empty closet devoid of fun toys.
She let out a small sigh. It was in this room that Brie truly came to understand Sir—not only his preferences and many talents but the man behind the Master. It was also in this room that Sir had learned to walk again and reclaim his life after the accident.
So much had happened in here, and now it had all been erased. It was a clean slate for someone else to create memories in.
Brie headed to the baby’s room last.
She chuckled, remembering that in the beginning, this room had been a storage room for all her stuff. Sir had not been prepared the night he collared her, but he still insisted that she quit her job at the tobacco shop and start on her first film while she moved in with him.
It had all been a wonderful shock to her.
At the time, Sir told her that he would never have kids and, eventually, the room was turned into a guestroom that Master Anderson, Tono, and Rytsar had all ended up using. But, it finally found its real purpose when Hope graced the world.
Running her hand down the doorframe, Brie held back the tears.
This was Hope’s room.
Brie had spent countless hours in here breastfeeding her and rocking her when she couldn’t fall back to sleep.
So much of her was tied up in this place…
“No need to cry, babygirl,” Sir told her. “Life is out there and we need to pick up our little girl so we can take her home.
Home…
A permanent home where Hope could grow up and have a lifetime of memories.
Brie smiled up at Sir and took his hand. “Yes, it’s time to go home.”
The Letter
The tranquility of their new lives was shattered when Rytsar received a letter from Russia.
Brie was visiting Rytsar at his beach house so she could give her favorite Russian a little dyadya time with Hope. While he played with the baby, Brie entertained herself by throwing a tennis ball for Little Sparrow. Brie threw the ball in the air but when the dog leaped up to catch it, the ball bounced off her nose and rolled under a desk.
She looked at Brie and whined.
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” she told the dog, getting down on her hands and knees to look for the ball. When she reached out to grab it, however, she noticed a letter that had slipped behind the desk. She pulled it out and stared at the envelope, intrigued by the flowery handwriting.
Suspecting it was from a woman, she got back on her feet and walked over to Rytsar, who was making Hope giggle with a game of peek-a-boo.
Brie was curious about who had sent it, and asked, “New secret admirer?”
“I have many, radost moya,” he answered with a teasing smirk. Shifting Hope over to one arm, he took the letter from her. Rytsar studied the return address and smiled as he tore open the sealed envelope.
“It’s from a submissive of mine—a girl I’ve scened with many times,” he explained, chuckling as he pulled out the letter. “She is a feisty one and often needs to be punished.”
As he read it, the smile on
his face slowly disappeared.
“What’s wrong?” Brie asked, now worried.
He shook his head.
Watching him as he read it through again, Brie saw the color drain from his face.
“Is she okay?”
Without answering, he handed Hope to Brie, set the letter on the counter, and walked out the front door, heading toward the beach.
Stunned, Brie stayed rooted where she was and watched him through the large window. Rytsar walked to the water’s edge and just stood there, staring out at the ocean.
Her heart raced as she glanced at the letter again. Although she was sorely tempted, she did not pick it up to read it. After her dealings with Ruth, Sir’s mother, Brie had learned her lesson about reading letters that were not addressed to her.
Knowing that Rytsar would have handed her the letter if he’d wanted her to read it, she left it where it was and walked out with Hope to join him on the beach.
Once she reached him, she stood beside him in silence.
“Did you read it?” he asked gruffly.
“No.”
“Good.”
Brie’s heart ached, knowing whatever that letter contained had deeply upset him. But not understanding the cause of it was eating her up inside.
“Is there any way I can help?” she offered.
Rytsar put his arm around Brie, pulling her to him as he continued to stare at the ocean in silence. Hope seemed to sense the gravity of the situation and did not squirm as he hugged Brie in his tight embrace.
She laid her head against his chest and could hear his heartbeat—it was racing.
Brie closed her eyes, trying to calm her own heart, which had begun racing, too. Whatever was in that letter had shaken Rytsar to the core.
They stood there for so long without moving that Sir must have noticed from their own home, because he came up behind them and asked jokingly, “Are you having a private moment or can I join?”
When Rytsar turned to meet his gaze, Sir immediately asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m not ready to talk about it, moy droog.”
Sir’s expression changed from a look of concern to one of compassion as he placed his hand on Rytsar’s shoulder. “I’m here for you, brother.”
