Brie Visits Master's Italy (After Graduation, #7) (9 page)

B
rie woke up wondering if Sir knew.

“Good morning, babygirl.”

He grinned as he pulled the sheet away and presented her with a morning gift. Brie took his hardening shaft in her small hand and began caressing it with self-indulgence. Waking up this way was always a treat, making that connection with Sir before the day had a chance to break in.

She swirled her tongue around the ridge of his cock and sighed contentedly as she took the warm head of it into her mouth.

Sir tilted his head back and groaned, making Brie wet with his pleasure. She tasted his precome, signaling that her mouth was exactly what his manhood desired.

“I want you to swallow, téa,” he commanded.

She smiled with his cock still in her mouth. Her lips made a popping sound when she opened them to answer. “My pleasure, Master.”

She tickled the frenulum with light flutterings of her tongue before taking the length of him deep in her throat. He grabbed the back of her head and began guiding her up and down his shaft, but it seemed this morning he wanted to take it slow—real slow.

That pleased Brie. When she concentrated on him like this, it invited a spiritual connection with him. As odd as it seemed, it stopped being about getting Sir to climax and became more about pleasing him. Sessions like this could last an hour and in that time she would read his changing needs and fulfill them, all without bringing him over the edge.

It was during those long morning sessions that Sir would speak to her openly about her triumphs and failures. Always in a positive way that empowered her to succeed in the future.

“I noticed you were more relaxed last night, little sub. I do not think I have ever taken you so deeply in that position before.”

Brie looked up at him and smiled without losing her rhythm or suction.

“Your body seems to be much more capable of yielding than it did the first time I taught you that position.”

She nodded in agreement, still pleasuring his cock as she listened to his critique.

“Yet I know, téa, as deep as I can force myself into your pussy, there are areas here,” he touched her temple lightly, “that you still have locked away.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but he pushed her back down on his cock.

“Yes, little sub. I see it in your eyes, that hope I will not ask this or that of you. However, it is my intent to continue to push. Do not mistake my inaction at this point as future protocol.”

Brie’s heart rate sped up, wondering what he had planned for her. That welcomed excitement of being his and knowing whatever he asked would open a whole new world of sensations.

“I, too, have areas I have been hesitant to tread. Just as I challenge you, I test my own boundaries.”

He lifted his hand from the back of her head, allowing her to disengage from his cock.

“I love being yours,” she purred.

He smiled as he brought her lips back down on his shaft and pushed for deeper penetration down the tight muscles of her throat. She willingly opened and took his entirety.

“That’s my good girl. Now play with yourself as I come.”

She drank his masculine release as she flicked her clit with enthusiasm. His praise and pleasure was gift enough on this, her special day.

Sir reached down between her legs and joined in her fingering. Soon her pussy was surging with its own pleasure. He leaned over and whispered, “Happy birthday, babygirl.”

That night, Sir presented Brie with a golden corset, a matching thong, black hose and a beautiful pair of stilettos. He told her to put them on and model it for him.

When she came out of the bedroom, he had her turn before him so he could admire her pretty new ensemble from various angles. He whistled in appreciation as he picked up a delicate tiara off the table.

“Come to me, birthday girl.”

Brie glided to him and smiled as he placed the delicate piece on her head.

“Perfect,” he proclaimed with pride.

His praise was more precious than any gift.

Sir hadn’t told her what his plans were for the evening, but the fact she was not wearing anything to cover her shapely bottom let her know it would be an in-house affair.

When the doorbell rang, he said with a mischievous glint in his eye, “Let the festivities begin…”

Sir placed Brie in the hallway and handed her a silver tray. He pulled out a silk blindfold from his suit pocket and told her as he tied it, “Stand still and follow my instructions, birthday girl.”

Her body tingled with excitement, wondering what surprises Sir had in store.

Sir opened the door and stated matter-of-factly, “Set the food in the kitchen, we will serve drinks in the living room.”

A stranger’s voice answered. “Thank you, Sir Davis. It is our honor to serve you tonight. We will make your night memorable.”

“Actually, not garnering my notice would be considered a success by my standards.”

“Of course.”

Brie heard several people move past her without acknowledging her existence. She quickly surmised they were the caterers by the drifting aroma of exotic foods. After several minutes of listening to them setting up, the doorbell rang again.

Sir answered it and greeted the visitor. “Glad you could make it.’

Brie was curious who it was and stood there anxiously, wishing she could take a quick peek.

That was when Sir revealed the game he had planned for the evening.

“As the invitation stated, you are not to speak until you leave your gift on the tray.
But
only give it to téa if she can guess who you are after your kiss.”

Brie felt the heat rise to her cheeks as the mysterious visitor walked towards her. However, she noticed there were two sets of footsteps. One was definitely female. It was easy to tell by the sexy click of the woman’s heels.

She had to commend Sir.
What a naughty and exciting way for a birthday girl to greet her guests!

Brie held her breath as the first person leaned over and pressed his lips against hers. The chemistry of the kiss immediately alerted her to who it was, but it was the feeling of peace that sealed the deal. Brie smiled while his lips were still on hers.

When he pulled away she announced confidently, “Tono Nosaka.”

“Well done,
toriko
.” She felt him drop something onto her tray. It was so light she surmised it must be a card.

The second person positioned herself for the kiss. Brie was all kinds of nervous, not really wanting to kiss a female. The image of Ms. Clark came to mind and she involuntarily shuddered.

However, her fear was dispelled the instant the soft lips met hers. An unexpected thrill went through her at the intimate contact, despite the gender of her guest. Brie had no idea who it was and silence filled the air as she contemplated who Tono might bring as a date. Thankfully, Brie heard a stifled giggle.

“Lea!”

“Damn, girl, I almost had you stumped and I could have kept my darn present.” Lea dutifully placed her card on the tray.

“Do you have a joke for me?” Brie asked half-kiddingly.

“That’s your present, girlfriend.”

Brie pouted. “Then you can take it back, Lea. Really, I insist.”

Lea patted her cheek in a motherly way. “No, sweetie. I’m not rude like you. While you stand there looking all pretty, I believe Tono and I will enjoy the delicious yumminess coming out of the kitchen.”

Are Tono and Lea a couple now?
Brie wondered.

“Yes, please enjoy,” Sir told the two. “Since you are our first guests, they are still setting up the bar, but y—”

The doorbell rang, announcing new mystery guests.

“Pardon me,” Sir said, excusing himself to answer the door.

Brie quivered. Who would be the next to kiss her? The pressure of guessing was exhilarating, but failure would be humiliating—there would be embarrassment for both parties if she guessed wrong.

Sir gave the same directions and a single male walked over to her. He lifted her chin and kissed her possessively, teasing her with his skilled tongue. Brie knew that kiss, but could not believe it.

“Rytsar?”

He placed his gift on her tray. “
Radost moya
, we meet again…”

Brie heard Sir slap his back with excessive force. “It was supposed to be a simple kiss, not an invasion.”

Rytsar chuckled and answered with his seductive Russian accent, “I could not resist.”

The two moved off to join Tono and Lea, leaving Brie alone. It was interesting to be the center of the party, but to play the role of blind observer.

She heard the clinking of glasses and Rytsar’s guttural laughter just before the doorbell rang again. Brie bit her lip as she felt Sir walk past by her to answer the door.

This time it was a large group of people, all laughing and chatting. She distinctly heard Headmaster Coen’s voice and felt sure he would be an easy one to pick out.

Most of the group moved past her and went directly to the kitchen. Only a few stayed behind to deliver gifts.

Brie couldn’t help smiling when the first leaned over to kiss her. The scent of perfume let her know this was
not
Headmaster Coen. The woman’s lips were supple and she surprised Brie by slipping a little tongue across her closed mouth.

Brie pulled back in astonishment. Which woman would dare to kiss her so brazenly? Brie shook her head, knowing the female was the wrong height to be Ms. Clark. That left only one person in her mind.

“Mary?”

“Seriously? There is no way you could know it was me.” Mary pressed her fingers on the edges of Brie’s blindfold. “You must be able to see. I thought for sure the tongue would throw you off.”

“Ha! It was the fact you were so bold that gave you away, but I am surprised you came. Last I heard, you’d disowned me.”

“I had a little talk with Sir Davis and he persuaded me that you still need me. Who am I to deny such a convincing man, especially when I know he’s right?” Mary grabbed her chin and shook her head back and forth forcibly. “And aren’t you just the cutest little gift table? Hope you like standing there while the rest of us enjoy your party.”

Brie grinned. “I hope your present is worth the lackluster kiss you just gave me.”

Mary grabbed her face in both hands and gave her a long and overly passionate kiss that left Brie breathless. Blonde Nemesis leaned in close and said endearingly, “Bitch.”

Brie heard shifting of feet and knew that Mary’s little performance had been appreciated by the male population watching.

“I’m off to get a rum and cock. Oh wait, I meant Coke…” Mary’s laughter trailed behind her.

The next person took the tray from her before pressing his lips lightly on the back of her hand. The sweet but nonsexual gesture gave his identity away.

Brie bowed her head, pleased that he had come. “Mr. Gallant.”

“Very good, Miss Bennett. Happy birthday. Another year down, a lifetime yet to enjoy.” He handed back her tray and placed his gift upon it.

The person who followed wore aftershave, which hinted at his gender, but the kiss was sweet and gentle. When he pulled away, Brie furrowed her brow. Although it seemed remotely familiar, she was stumped. It was comparable to seeing a face she knew but could not place.

Brie tilted her head. “Could you kiss me again?”

Sir answered for him. “No, téa. Only one kiss allowed.”

Brie sighed nervously. No one was coming to mind—she had no answer to give. “I’m not sure, Master.”

“Still, you must provide a name,” he insisted.

Being wrong in front of all these people was daunting. She stood silently, going over every Dom she’d been with.

Her guest took pity on her and leaned in, rubbing his cheek against hers. When she felt the hard scar tissue, Brie broke out in a smile, thrilled to be in the presence of the Dom.

“Captain.”

“Yes, pet. Happy Birthday. I must say you look lovely collared.”

She blushed with pleasure, grateful to be reconnected with the military hero. “Thank you, Captain. My birthday has been made better because you are here.”

He chuckled lightly. “That is kind of you to say, pet.” He placed his envelope on the tray and moved on.

A large hand with beefy fingers grasped her shoulder and firm lips met hers. There was no doubt who it was.

“Headmaster Coen,” Brie said with a coy smile and bow. “I am honored you came.”

“Tonight I’m simply Master Coen. No pomp and circumstance allowed.”

“Yes, Master Coen.”

Brie became curious when the next man stood before her and patted the top of her head as if she were a little girl. She was surprised, realizing that the man did not want to kiss her. Who would Sir invite who would react in such a way besides Mr. Gallant? Well, the answer was simple enough.

Brie grinned as she greeted him. “Mr. Reynolds!”

“Happy birthday, Brie.” He placed his card on the tray, adding, “I miss you at the shop, but I hear big things are ahead for you. I couldn’t be prouder. Congratulations, it couldn’t happen to a nicer person.”

“Thank you, Mr. Reynolds. Do you realize if you hadn’t given me the job at the tobacco shop, none of this would be happening now?”