Baron waited until the last student left before slapping Sir on the back. “That was truly an inspired lesson, Sir Davis.”
Sir reached out to Brie, who melted into his embrace. “It was an honor for us to be a part of the community you’ve created here.” He glanced at Captain and Candy. “We’re grateful to all three of you.”
“I appreciate how easily you adapted to the needs of our students, meeting them where they are at emotionally,” Baron said with admiration. “You would have been right to reprimand Ralph for his interruption during your demonstration.”
“I saw no need. He was genuinely concerned and needed assurance, not reproach. It’s obvious how difficult the subject matter was for him. His emotional scars will take time to heal, and I knew keeping to a strict protocol would only have set him back.”
“Very astute of you, Sir Davis,” Captain stated.
“Sir is an incredible instructor,” Brie gushed, staring up at him.
Sir’s lips twitched. “‘Competent’ would be more accurate.”
It charmed Brie how humble he was.
“I agree with Brie,” Candy exclaimed. “It couldn’t have gone any better. I hope you both will consider doing another session with our group in the near future.”
Sir glanced at Brie. “I’m certain that can be arranged.”
Feeling a deep level of contentment, Brie leaned against Sir just before a big yawn overtook her.
“Although I would enjoy discussing this further, it’s been an eventful evening and I need to get my submissive home,” Sir told them, looking at Brie tenderly.
“Let me see you both to the door,” Baron insisted, walking them out. He shook Sir’s hand firmly. “You’ve made an impact on our student tonight. Thank you.”
On the drive home, Brie was silent as she relived every detail of the night’s lesson.
“Are you okay, babygirl?” Sir asked with concern.
She giggled. “I’m just flying on an emotional high, Sir.”
He smiled, his eyes flashing with satisfaction. “It was exhilarating.”
“I had no idea how rewarding tonight would be!”
“I’ve missed that level of interaction with students,” Sir admitted.
Brie turned to stare at him. “Tonight has left me feeling so empowered, Sir. To be able to help other subs is extremely gratifying. At least we still have five weeks before the baby arrives.”
“I appreciate your enthusiasm, babygirl,” he replied, placing his hand on her stomach. “But it’s important that we not overtax your body.”
When she frowned in disappointment, he added, “However, I’m certain we can squeeze in one more session before the baby arrives.”
She grinned. “That would make me happy, Sir.” Glancing down at her stomach, she shook her head. “It’s kind of strange not knowing if we will be meeting our little girl or little boy next month.”
“It definitely adds a new element to the experience, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
She glanced at Sir, overcome with happiness. “Being able to experience every part of this pregnancy with you has been pure heaven.”
He caressed her cheek while keeping one hand firmly on the wheel. “I cannot express what it means to me, babygirl.”
When they arrived home, Sir helped Brie out of his Lotus before giving her a command.
“Kneel by the Tantra chair while I select a tool.”
Brie nodded, eager to rekindle the flames he’d ignited during their lesson. “Would you like me to undress, Master?”
He surprised her when he answered, “No.”
Intrigued, she headed into their bedroom to the Tantra chair and eased herself down to the floor fully clothed.
“Keep your eyes lowered,” he directed when he entered the room. He then called out the code for the electronic lock.
She watched covertly as the door to their secret room swung open and Sir disappeared inside. Brie waited breathlessly while he took his time selecting a tool.
She kept her head bowed as he had commanded, even though she was dying to know what he had chosen.
When he returned, he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Do not move.”
Sir caressed her breasts with the instrument. With her head lowered, she was able to see he held a leather crop in his hand. However, the tongue was ornately decorated on one side with lace and satin ties in the crisscross pattern of a corset. Although she was familiar with this type of instrument, the tool was a new one in his arsenal.
He teased both of her breasts, causing her nipples to instantly harden. It had been a long time since he’d used an instrument while she was fully dressed. There was something so erotic about the unexpected element and it made her whole body quiver.
Damn, Sir knew how to constantly surprise her!
He slid the crop upwards toward her throat, caressing her jawline with it. Her skin tingled wherever the leather tongue made contact, sending a cascade of shivers down her spine.
Placing the crop’s tongue under her chin, he lifted her head. “You are mine, téa.”
Her pussy contracted in pleasure hearing the possessive tone of his voice.
“Yes, Master.”
Moving her hair over one shoulder so he would have better access, he moved his attention to her back. Just as he had with the front, he trailed the crop lightly down her spine, sending pleasant chills through her body.
It seemed unreal that he could make her gushing wet with just the light touch of the crop. “Oh, Master…”
His low chuckle turned her on even more.
Sir spanked both of her butt cheeks with the crop before grabbing her throat with one hand and sliding the crop underneath the collar of her blouse with the other. Goosebumps rose on her skin when she felt the sensual caress of the leather.
Giving in to it, Brie closed her eyes when the crop slid under her bra and touched her hard nipple. Brie let out a moan of desperation and pleasure, her pussy aching in need for him. The intimacy of his touch through the use of an object helped enhance the experience for her.
Sir stopped for a moment to unbutton the front of her blouse. She held her breath as it fell away, exposing her breasts.
“You are a cinema, téa. I could stare at you for hours…” he murmured lustfully.
Brie smiled to herself, remembering the song he used to play when he placed her in sensual poses and admired her for long periods of time while they were abstaining from sex in preparation for the honeymoon. She was supremely grateful it was not the case tonight.
Sir continued to tease her with the crop, using it as an extension of his fingers. It was an otherworldly experience, and Brie completely surrendered to his seductive caress.
Eventually, he removed her blouse and bra altogether, wanting full access to her skin.
“Hands behind your back,” he ordered.
Brie immediately obeyed and was treated to more teasing as he lightly slapped each breast with the crop. His intention was not to sting the skin but to warm it with the instrument.
When he was satisfied with her state of arousal, he ran the crop down her round belly and slipped it under her skirt, rubbing her pussy through her panties. “I can smell how wet you are, téa.”
She nodded without shame. “You make me that way, Master.”
Sir knew exactly how to play her body. With Brie having already experienced his sensual spanking during the lesson, she was primed and ready for him to take her.
Lightly rapping the crop against her thigh, he moved dangerously close to her pussy again. The thrill of it sent a cascade of chills through her body that traveled straight to her groin.
Brie was desperate for him and moaned seductively in invitation.
He let out a low growl. “Not yet.”
She bit her lip to prevent herself from voicing her disappointment, burning with an unquenchable need to be pounded by him.
“Everything you feel plays on your face,” he gently teased.
She looked up at him, risking punishment. “I can’t hide it. I was made to be claimed by you.”
Brie saw the flash of longing in his eyes and knew she’d hit a chink in his armor. Sir was a man of extreme control, but even he had his limits. She could feel his need to ravage her, but he was determined to deny himself a little longer.
Oh, to have the power to make her Master as crazy as he made her was exhilarating!
As punishment, he spanked her ass with the crop, but it only incited delightful tingles that traveled to her pussy, making her moan. Her cries of pleasure must have had a primal effect on him because he suddenly barked, “Stand, téa.”
Sir helped Brie to her feet and removed the last of her clothing so she was completely naked before him.
Instead of claiming Brie, he stepped back to gaze at her. “I am in awe as I stand here, looking at you. This exquisite vessel which brings me such pleasure also carries my child. I want you to know that I cherish your body.”
A warm flush crept over her chest as she stood before his admiring gaze. “Thank you, Master.”
“I must confess—I cannot resist your intoxicating smell any longer.”
Her pussy pulsated in response to his fervent desire. “Take me, Master,” she pleaded.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Please…” she begged.
He walked back to her. Grabbing her throat with a possessive hold, he pulled her head back and demanded, “What do you want?”
“I want you inside me…” she cried in desperation. “Deep.”
“How deep?”
“As deep as you please, Master.”
Sir grunted, “So be it.”
Her pussy gushed with wetness now that his claiming was close at hand.
Brie bit her lip when he ordered her to climb onto the tantra chair. She heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He then positioned himself behind her.
She purred lustfully when she felt the head of his cock rub against her swollen pussy.
“Damn…” he growled. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“I am, Master,” she agreed, pressing her slick mound against his shaft.
He immediately slapped her on the ass, the echo reverberating through the room. “Stay perfectly still. I want you to fully experience the thrust when I take you.”
“Yes, Master.” She closed her eyes so she could devote all of her attention to his passionate claiming.
Sir positioned his cock, letting out a deep-throated groan as he slowly thrust his shaft into her pussy all the way to the hilt.
Brie let out a strangled cry as she took the full length of his cock. He fisted her hair, pressing himself even deeper into her. The challenge of it heightened her arousal.
“Your body is desperate for me.”
She moaned in agreement, her body shuddering with satisfaction after receiving what she had been craving all evening.
“Do you want it gentle or rough?”
“Rough,” she cried, imagining the hard pounding she was about to enjoy.
Sir’s low chuckle filled the room. “What happened to your desire for my pleasure, téa?”
She immediately amended her answer. “Only if it pleases you, Master.”
Instead of rough sex, Sir was gentle with her. Each stroke was deep and challenging, but he thrust into her slowly, making it a sensual exchange that drew her even closer to him. Each measured stroke of his shaft stimulated her G-spot, making her thighs tremble uncontrollably.
“You’re close,” he murmured in her ear.
“So close…”
“Would you like to come?”
She purred, “Only if it pleases you.”
Sir leaned down, biting her neck. “It does…”
Brie whimpered in pleasure, submitting to the flames he had stoked so meticulously over the entire evening.
The orgasm Brie experienced was uniquely strong but tender, her pussy clenching his shaft with each pulse as she came. It wasn’t until the last powerful surge passed that she felt his cock stiffen inside her just before he filled her with his essence.
Brie moaned when he came, entranced by his control and dedication to their mutual pleasure. Afterward, he wrapped an arm around her and kissed the bruised area left by his teeth.
“I love you, Master,” she sighed, feeling completely satisfied, physically and emotionally.
“And I love you, my fuckable goddess.”
Brie received a box from Russia a couple of days later. She opened it up and found a card and two stuffed animals.
The card read:
The horse is for moye solntse and the bear is for the babe. They are to be played at bedtime.
There was also a box wrapped in red paper addressed to Sir. Curious, Brie opened the card attached:
You are not to open the red box, radost moya. It is for your Master’s eyes only.
Brie laughed, now even more curious about the red box. “Wicked sadist…”
She had no idea why Rytsar wanted Hope to play with her new toy only at bedtime, but didn’t question it. However, her daughter would not be denied once she saw the white horse.
Hope held up her hands for it as if she knew the gift was from her dyadya.
Grabbing it by one of the hooves, Hope ran off, dragging the horse across the floor with Shadow following behind her.
Out of the blue, Brie heard Rytsar’s voice fill the room, “Moye solntse…”
She turned to see Hope staring at the horse with wide eyes as the stuffed animal spoke to her. “I wish you sweet dreams tonight. May you ride the clouds of sleep on your brilliant steed and return to Earth safe and sound knowing your dyadya loves you.”
Hope stared at the stuffed animal in surprise for several seconds before crushing it in a tight hug. Standing beside her, Shadow gazed at the toy intently, quickly swishing his tail back and forth in a playful manner.
The two of them were so cute that Brie snatched her phone to take a quick picture to share with Rytsar.
Now understanding the significance of the stuffed animals, Brie took the brown teddy bear out of the box. Placing it against her stomach, she pressed the paw, and Rytsar’s gruff but soothing voice came from the bear.
“Little one, it is time to go to bed…” Brie smiled when he began signing the Russian lullaby his mother had sung to him as a boy. Pressing the bear tighter against her belly, Brie closed her eyes as she lost herself in the warm timbre of his song.
“…the sun’s gone to sleep. Close your eyes and I’ll rock you gently…”
Her eyes popped open when she suddenly felt the baby move as if reacting to Rytsar’s voice. Looking down, she saw her daughter toddling toward her, dragging the horse. She wrapped a chubby little arm around Brie’s leg and looked up. “Dyadya.”
Brie grinned. “Yes, sweet pea, dyadya is singing.”
Brie shook her head in amazement. Despite the thousands of miles that separated them, Rytsar had found a meaningful way to remain a part of both children’s lives.
She glanced at the red box again, now more curious than ever, wondering what gift was contained inside.