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Excerpt from Brie Embraces the Heart of Submission:
Sir
returned, dressed in a thick coat, boots and a traditional Russian hat. Brie
had to admit he looked charming as a Russian and smiled bashfully at him when
he approached. He was carrying a fur for her.
He put
it down to release Brie from the chair. Before he untied her, he freed one
nipple from the metal clamp, sucking hard on her breast to reduce the pain. She
held her breath as he freed the other and encased her nipple with his warm
suction. Brie groaned in pleasure. Sir looked up at her before releasing her
nipple from his mouth with a sensual pop.
He undid
the bindings, picked up the fur, then helped his naked sub into it. Her Master
placed a matching hat on her head last, pulling it down over her ears. He gazed
at her tenderly. “Krasivaya.”
She
wasn’t sure of the meaning, but knew by his tone that it was meant as a
compliment. Brie wrapped her arms around his bulky frame and pressed against
him. Sir helped her into her boots and then took her hand to lead her outside.
The
scenery was unbelievably beautiful in its winter splendor. The cabin was next
to a secluded lake covered in a thick sheet of ice. Large flakes drifted down
lazily, changing direction only when a frigid breeze caught hold of them. She
stuck out her tongue to catch one of the huge flakes and giggled when one
landed on her nose and melted.
Instead
of taking her to the lake, Sir headed into the forest. They walked until he
stopped in front of an incredibly tall, ancient-looking tree. Sir pushed her
back against it, and opened her coat without warning. The freezing air caressed
her naked skin, making her nipples stand to attention, but soon Sir’s warm
hands were caressing them.
His
fingers moved to her clit and he growled in English, “Your pussy has come
twice, but it has not been satisfied. Let me remedy that.” Sir unbuttoned his
coat and fumbled with his pants. He pressed her against the tree as he thrust
his cock inside her.
Brie
cried out in satisfaction, overcome by the feeling of Master’s shaft. So hard,
so perfect, so needed… He grunted and lifted her up, giving her all of him. Her
fur coat protected her from the roughness of the bark as he pushed into her
with abandon.
“Oh,
Sir! Oh, God, Sir, yes!” she cried.
He
slowed down and looked into her eyes. “I love everything about you, Brie. Your
passion, your mind, your body, your need…all of it.” His lips landed on hers
again as he made love to her in the forest. Brie watched the large flakes
gather on his head and shoulders as he took her. It was magical, this
unexpected coupling in the forest.
“I love
you,” she lifted her mouth to his ear, “Thane.”
Sir
returned, dressed in a thick coat, boots and a traditional Russian hat. Brie
had to admit he looked charming as a Russian and smiled bashfully at him when
he approached. He was carrying a fur for her.
He put
it down to release Brie from the chair. Before he untied her, he freed one
nipple from the metal clamp, sucking hard on her breast to reduce the pain. She
held her breath as he freed the other and encased her nipple with his warm
suction. Brie groaned in pleasure. Sir looked up at her before releasing her
nipple from his mouth with a sensual pop.
He undid
the bindings, picked up the fur, then helped his naked sub into it. Her Master
placed a matching hat on her head last, pulling it down over her ears. He gazed
at her tenderly. “Krasivaya.”
She
wasn’t sure of the meaning, but knew by his tone that it was meant as a
compliment. Brie wrapped her arms around his bulky frame and pressed against
him. Sir helped her into her boots and then took her hand to lead her outside.
The
scenery was unbelievably beautiful in its winter splendor. The cabin was next
to a secluded lake covered in a thick sheet of ice. Large flakes drifted down
lazily, changing direction only when a frigid breeze caught hold of them. She
stuck out her tongue to catch one of the huge flakes and giggled when one
landed on her nose and melted.
Instead
of taking her to the lake, Sir headed into the forest. They walked until he
stopped in front of an incredibly tall, ancient-looking tree. Sir pushed her
back against it, and opened her coat without warning. The freezing air caressed
her naked skin, making her nipples stand to attention, but soon Sir’s warm
hands were caressing them.
His
fingers moved to her clit and he growled in English, “Your pussy has come
twice, but it has not been satisfied. Let me remedy that.” Sir unbuttoned his
coat and fumbled with his pants. He pressed her against the tree as he thrust
his cock inside her.
Brie
cried out in satisfaction, overcome by the feeling of Master’s shaft. So hard,
so perfect, so needed… He grunted and lifted her up, giving her all of him. Her
fur coat protected her from the roughness of the bark as he pushed into her
with abandon.
“Oh,
Sir! Oh, God, Sir, yes!” she cried.
He
slowed down and looked into her eyes. “I love everything about you, Brie. Your
passion, your mind, your body, your need…all of it.” His lips landed on hers
again as he made love to her in the forest. Brie watched the large flakes
gather on his head and shoulders as he took her. It was magical, this
unexpected coupling in the forest.
“I love
you,” she lifted her mouth to his ear, “Thane.”
