Sir walked off leaving Brie bound to the tree. She sighed in contented frustration. She loved the way Sir played with her.
Brie watched curiously as he walked up to a crooked olive tree that split into two rickety fingers. He picked up something in the crook of the base and studied it. Then he counted out his steps as he walked further away from her.
When Sir finally stopped, he rolled a large rock over in a sandy gullet. He knelt on the sand and began digging with his hands.
Brie shook her head, wondering what the heck he was up to. After many minutes of laborious work, she heard him cry out in triumph. She was dying to know what he’d found.
Thankfully, Sir satisfied her curiosity by walking back to her hoisting a small chest over his shoulder, wearing a charming grin. It gave him a delightfully boyish appearance.
He put down the old chest and unlatched the rusty closure. Before opening the lid, he looked up at Brie and explained, “My father and I came out here to fish and play pirates every summer when I was a boy. He always hid something in the chest for me to find. I didn’t think there would be anything this time but old habits die hard. I had to check, but I can’t imagine what he put in here.”
Brie watched in fascination as he lifted the lid.
“Ah.” Sir pulled out a bottle covered in sand. He wiped off the label and then sat down on the grass, shaking his head. “Papà…”
Brie watched silently from the tree, wishing she was free to go to him.
Sir held the bottle and stared at it as if he was being bombarded with memories. Finally, he shared, “It is tradition in my family to share a bottle of Brunello di Montalcino as a rite of passage when a boy became a man. My father must have buried it when he visited my grandparents after his last European tour…” He added quietly, “How could he know he would never return?”
“Oh, Sir…” she said sorrowfully.
“No, Brie. I will not mourn him on this island.” He looked into the trunk and took out a corkscrew. “I can think of an appropriate use for this wine.” He stared at her as he licked his lips. “And I think he would approve.”
Sir uncorked the old bottle with a satisfying pop and took a long sniff, closing his eyes to take in the bouquet. “Amazingly, it is still sweet.” He lifted the bottle up and nodded at the sky before taking a swig. “Ahh… that’s fine wine, Papà.”
Sir walked over to Brie and shared the drink with her by taking another long draught from the bottle before kissing her. Red wine flooded her mouth with hints of musky berries and vanilla. She smiled when he pulled away. “That’s delicious, Sir.”
He cupped her breast and raised his eyebrow. “This is how I plan to enjoy his gift.” Sir poured the red liquid onto her breast and leaned in, sucking on her nipple seductively. He lifted her wrists from the branch and untied her before forcing her down on her knees. He poured the wine over his cock and ordered, “Suck me.”
Brie smiled, grateful for the chance to please her Master. As much as she enjoyed playing the spoiled princess, her joy was in pleasuring him. She ran her tongue over the length of his cock before concentrating on the smooth head of his shaft. When she pulled away, he poured more wine over it. She opened her mouth and took in the stream of the fermented grape. It was so wickedly hot drinking from his cock.
The wine ran down her chin and dripped onto her breast. He knelt down and put the bottle on the ground, ordering, “Lie on your back, but lift your ass off the ground.”
She lay in the grass and lifted her butt up, spreading her legs for him. Sir ran his hands over her thighs looking at her greedily. He took a swipe of her swollen pussy with his tongue before picking up the bottle and pouring the wine over her pussy. He lapped it up with obvious pleasure.
“The best way to drink wine, babygirl.” Sir did it again, drenching her sex with the red wine, but this time he settled in for a long session of cunnilingus. Brie moaned as he took her clit between his teeth and sucked hard before fluttering his tongue over it. She bucked against him, surprised by the intensity. He held her still, his fingers digging into her skin, helping to state his authority over her.
She cried out when her pussy began pulsing in pleasure. He did not let up, demanding her climax with his tongue. “May I?” she asked between gasps.
He said nothing, but increased the pressure and tempo of his tongue as he inserted two fingers into her and began pumping vigorously. There was no stopping such aggressive stimulation and Brie’s pussy burst with love for Sir.
He lapped up the mixture of wine and her watery juices, groaning in satisfaction as Brie’s thighs trembled with aftershocks. He looked up at her from her mound and growled, “I’m coming for you, princess.” He crawled up between her legs, pulling off his swim trunks as he positioned himself.
Sir took her face in his hands, looking her in the eyes as he plunged his cock into her fiery depths. “There is no escaping me…”
Brie focused on his mesmerizing gaze as he took her as his submissive, his goddess, his lover.
It was with remorse they left Isola d’Elba the following day. The hardest part by far was Sir’s goodbye to his grandmother. The tiny woman started crying before Sir even announced they were leaving. She refused to let Sir go, whimpering, “Non andare via,” over and over again.
Even the grandfather’s stern command could not get her to release her desperate gasp on Sir. Brie could not bear to watch him pulling away from the sweet old woman again and looked away.
It must have broken Sir’s heart as well, for he called out Brie’s name. When she met his gaze he asked, “Would you be willing to return in six months?”
Brie nodded vigorously, thrilled at Sir’s suggestion.
He turned back to his grandmother. “Sei mesi, nonna.” She shook her head as if she didn’t believe him. Sir touched his forehead to hers and said firmly, “Sei mesi.”
“Promettere?” the tiny woman whispered.
Sir smiled. “Sì, nonna.”
Her tight grip slowly loosened, but the tears did not stop. She looked at Brie and commanded, “Promettere.”
Sir told Brie, “She is asking you to promise that I’ll be back.”
Brie took the old woman’s arthritic hands in hers and said with confidence, “Promettere.” Whatever it took, Brie would make certain her grandson return to her in six months’ time.
With a gentle smile on her lips, his grandmother patted Brie’s cheek and said in broken English, “Good girl.”
Sir took Brie’s hand and escorted her down the stairs before the old woman’s tears began again. He guided her through the narrow streets just as he had the first day they’d come to the island, but everything felt different now.
Brie had faced a lover from his past and their relationship had grown from the challenge of it—they were more united as a couple.
She felt the refreshing tonic of the island, the love of his famiglia, and the healing power of his father’s gift would give them the strength needed for whatever lay ahead…
Birthday Girl
Brie 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.
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p; 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.