She was surprised when Sir took her to a busy restaurant next to the canal, but noticed he handed the host a tip before they were taken to the back of the small restaurant to a private table in a little cove area.
Sir pulled out the chair for Brie and moved his chair next to hers before sitting down. He examined the tablecloth thoughtfully and stated, “Not quite long enough, but we will have to make do.”
Brie smiled, understanding his meaning.
“Grazie,” Sir told the waiter when he handed over a menu. He ordered for both of them, picking a local seafood dish for himself and a caprese salad for her, along with a bottle of wine.
“It’s such a shame you dislike seafood, my dear. You’re missing out on some of the best.”
Brie grinned, holding up her glass of wine. “Actually, I enjoy ‘sea’men. It has a saltiness similar to seafood, but features an extra tanginess I crave.” She took a sip and added quietly, “Especially yours.”
“Naughty girl,” he reprimanded.
Rather than have Brie sneak under the table and take him in her mouth, Sir instructed her to lay her napkin over her lap while he did the same. “Adjust your clothing appropriately to allow for access,” he instructed.
With a little maneuvering, she had her panties pulled down just above where the hem of the skirt ended and hiked the material of her skirt up on his side. The side facing the fellow restaurateurs would not reveal anything out of the ordinary.
“Very good,” he said, when he too had made the needed adjustments. “Scoot closer to the table so we can enjoy our lunch.”
Once settled, Brie felt Sir’s hand sneak under her napkin to her exposed mound. He ran his finger between the soft folds of her pussy, lightly stroking her clit. She bit her lip, enjoying his intimate touch far too much.
In return, she slowly reached under his napkin and grasped his already erect shaft. Brie looked out over the crowd of customers as she sipped her wine leisurely and stroked her Master’s cock.
The waiter returned with their meals. Neither stopped their intimate caresses while the server asked if they wanted extra parmesan.
“Certainly,” Sir answered.
Sir flicked her clit and then slowly sank a finger inside as the waiter began grating the cheese over Brie’s plate. “Just tell me when, signora.”
Brie stifled a moan as Sir traveled deeper, her whole body focused on that one wicked finger.
“Signora?” the server questioned.
Brie blushed when she looked up at him and then down at her plate where there was a small mountain of grated cheese growing. “When,” she said meekly and then added, “I have a thing for cheese.”
Sir replied with a smirk, “As do I.”
The waiter nodded and started vigorously grating the cheese over Sir’s dish, determined to give him an equal amount. “Bene,” Sir replied quickly. “Although I enjoy a good Italian cheese, I prefer to actually taste the meal.”
“Very good, signore,” the man replied, eyeing Brie’s plate with amusement as he left.
Once the server was out of hearing range, Sir asked her, “A little distracted, were we?”
Brie giggled as she stared at the mound of parmesan. “Just a little, Sir.”
“Bene.” Sir began teasing her clit again while he took his fork and twirled the thick noodles, taking a bite and vocalizing his pleasure. “Authentic Bigoli in salsa is a rare treat.”
She pursed her lips, trying to concentrate on his shaft while she took a spoonful of the grated cheese and popped it in her mouth. “Yum, cheese.”
Brie took a sharp intake of breath as he fingered her more vigorously. She responded by dragging her nails against his shaft as if they were her teeth. Sir stopped mid-bite, quite frozen. He put his fork down, looking straight ahead.
Brie was feeling immensely powerful getting that kind of reaction from him. She brushed away a section of the grated cheese to cut into the fresh mozzarella and tomato, picking up the bite-sized piece. As she closed her lips around it, Sir started stroking her pussy as if he were licking her. Brie forced herself to chew, moaning softly when the waiter returned to ask if everything was satisfactory.
“We’re quite satisfied,” Sir replied.
“Is the parmesan to your liking, signora?” he asked when he noticed she’d only had one bite of her salad.
“Oh yes,” she assured him. “I like to savor my meals.”
“Understood,” he said, glancing at Sir.
Brie wondered if he had figured out what was going on under the table with their hands “resting” on each other.
After he left, Sir picked up his fork and re-twirled his pasta, looking at her lustfully as he bit down on it. She watched his sexy lips as he chewed, imagining those lips on her.
“Eat, my dear. I want you well fed before I devour you.”
She squeaked when he started back up, hitting just the right spot to set her entire nether regions ablaze. It took concentration to eat another bite, but while she chewed she ramped up her own teasing, lightly fingering his frenulum as if it were her tongue.
They continued their meal, completely enraptured with each other. Brie could have been eating fish and she wouldn’t have noticed at that point. The best part was that the hotel room was not far away. All their teasing at lunch would result in heavenly release for dessert.
When their meal was done, Sir took out the kerchief from his pocket and handed it to her.
“Sir?”
“A substitute for a towel.”
“Ah…” She dried herself off inconspicuously and pulled her skirt down before lifting her napkin from her lap to dab at her lips demurely.
Sir took his kerchief from her and brought it to his lips with a twinkle in his eye before stuffing it back into his breast pocket.
The waiter returned. “Any dessert, signora?”
“No, thank you. We have dessert waiting for us back at the hotel.”
“Of course.” He bowed to her before leaving the check on the table and gathering their plates. “I hope you enjoyed the meal.”
“It was quiet delicious.”
“Wonderful. Please come visit us again.”
“I hope to every time we visit,” she confessed.
“Wonderful.” He gave a final bow to Sir before walking away.
Sir stood up and took Brie’s hand, leading her out of the restaurant. She noticed he walked a little more stiffly than normal, which warmed her subbie heart.
Leaving the hotel room, much less Venice, was hard because Brie was totally in love with the romance of the city.
When Sir saw her mournful look he teased, “Would you rather I cancel my other plans?”
“No, of course not. I just can’t imagine anything being as wonderful as this.” She wrapped her arms around his waist. “This place seems to bring out the sexy animal in you.”
His kissed her forehead. “I assure you it has nothing to do with Venice and everything to do with you.”
She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. “Prince Charming in Dom’s clothing.”
Sir fisted her hair and pulled her head back to kiss her more forcibly, letting her feel his power over her. “But a Dom to the core, never forget that.” He kissed her hard before letting go.
Brie purred, “I do love that about you.”
He threw the overnight bag over his shoulder. “Are you ready to live out a fantasy of mine?”
A huge grin spread across Brie’s face. “Absolutely, Sir. Any hint as to what it might be?”
He surprised her when he actually provided one. “Think privacy.”
“That’s not much to go on.”
“But it’s more than you knew a second ago,” he replied with a smirk.
Brie laughed as she took his hand and walked out of the hotel room, looking back wistfully.
Goodbye, my Fertility Room of Love…
Heaven on Earth
To Brie’s surprise, Sir had arranged a private jet for them. As he helped
her up the steps onto the small plane, a young, dark-skinned woman with black hair accented with a tropical flower greeted them inside.
“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Davis. My name is Talei. May I offer you a drink while we wait to take off?”
“A dirty martini for me, and you?” Sir asked Brie.
She was riding high on love and everything Italian, not quite ready to leave it yet, so she asked for a glass of red wine. Dying to know where they were headed, and certain the stewardess was another clue, Brie told her, “Talei is such a beautiful name.”
“Thank you, my father gave it to me.”
“What does it mean?”
“Precious one.”
“That’s so sweet.”
With that little bit of information, Brie got out her phone and googled baby names to discover the origin of it. What popped up thrilled her. She put her phone down and took a sip of wine, looking at Sir knowingly.
“What’s the Cheshire cat grin for?” he asked.
“I take it this will be a long flight.”
Sir raised an eyebrow, pleased by her question. “How long do you think?”
Brie picked up her phone again and typed in the travel time by air. “I’m thinking maybe twenty-two hours. Am I right?”
Instead of answering her, he stated matter-of-factly, “This jet is equipped with a comfortable bed.”
“I’m glad, because I will need my beauty sleep to properly show off the sexy bikini I brought with me.”
Not budging an inch, he replied, “I’m unsure how much rest you will be getting on that bed.”
Since he wasn’t giving out any more hints, Brie returned to her phone, googling popular foods of the region. There was one popular dish that involved a pit, hot rocks, and banana leaves. “So Sir, I’m pretty sure most of the food there will be seafood, but I’m hoping to try the Lovo. It sounds interesting.”
The glint in Sir’s eyes let her know she’d guessed correctly. “I believe a traditional Lovo can be arranged.”
Brie jumped up from her seat and climbed onto Sir’s lap. “How exciting! I’ve always wanted to travel somewhere tropical.”
His low chuckle delighted her as he pulled her tight against him.
“The only thing I’m not quite sure about is how your fantasy is involved.”
He picked up his martini with one hand while still holding her, giving her a mischievous wink as he downed his drink.
Brie laughed, conceding defeat. “I truly have a love/hate relationship with your cruelty, Sir. But still, we’re going to Fiji!”
“Yes, but it won’t be anytime soon unless you buckle yourself in. Talei just signaled they are ready for takeoff.”
Brie gave him a quick peck on the cheek before sitting back down and adjusting her buckle. She looked out the window and took in a deep breath, hardly able to contain herself.
Fiji!
What fantasy would they be playing out together in that exotic location?
When they stepped off the plane after the long trip, feeling deliciously stated, Brie was hit by the intense blue waters and beautiful variants of greens of the tropical vegetation. It was far more beautiful than the pictures she’d seen of the islands. They didn’t do Fiji any justice.
Brie was taking it all in when Sir surprised her by directing her to a smaller plane with pontoons. “This is not our destination,” he informed her.
Although she would have appreciated more time to stretch her legs, she got onto the tiny plane, excited to see what a puddle jumper would be like.
Sir clasped her hand as they took off, the look in his eye holding excitement she didn’t normally see. It gave him a boyish charm that made her love him that much harder.
As they flew past many small islands, Sir yelled over the roar of the engine, “I had to have everything shipped—from food and water, to the little extras.”
“Little extras?”
He only laughed, looking out the window with an infectious grin on his face.
Sir never let his inner child out—whatever this fantasy was, it had the power to bring out that side of him. Brie loved seeing it.
The pilot pointed to a tiny island coming into view.
Sir nodded and looked at Brie, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “That’s our island.”
“What?” She pressed her head against the glass to get a better look.
It was a small island covered in trees, with white beaches, surrounded by insanely blue waters. A lone isle in the middle of all that blue. Rather than the luxurious resort Brie had expected, they were going to stay on a deserted island.
Sir explained as the small plane began its descent, “I thought to myself, ‘Where would I go and what would I do if I could go anywhere for our honeymoon?’ Venice was for you, but this…” he pointed to the island, “this is for me.”
Brie held onto Sir tightly as the plane skidded across the water and slowly made its way closer to shore.
“Do you remember when we visited my father’s little island?”
“I do, Sir. I have so many wonderful memories of that day.”
He leaned over her to open the door on her side. “Do you remember how we got onto that island?”
“Yes, you chased me.”
“Well, there is only one way off this plane, so I suggest you started undressing.”
“I don’t have my bikini on,” she giggled, thinking he was only kidding.
“You won’t be needing it,” he answered. “Let’s see if you can escape my clutches this time.”
Brie’s eyes widened as she saw Sir start to undress. Without thinking, she started ripping off her top. “But shouldn’t I bring them with me?” she blurted.
“Only if your clothes won’t slow you down.”
There was no way she could swim faster than Sir with clothes, so she tossed her shoes off, undid her bra and shimmied out of her skirt and panties. Sir was already taking off his belt. With no time to lose, Brie positioned herself at the edge of the doorway and launched herself into the water to avoid the pontoon below.
Brie started swimming with long, controlled strokes, spying an opening in the vegetation on shore. Her plan was to get lost in the foliage and hide from him.
Her heart fluttered when she heard him hit the water, knowing she’d have to swim even faster. The adrenaline kicked in and she picked up steam, nearly getting to the edge of the beach.
Her illusions of escape were quickly squashed, however, when she felt Sir grab her ankles. Struggling proved pointless as he easily pulled her into him with those strong arms.
Sir wrapped one around her and dragged her onto the shore, and then collapsed on top of her body, looking down at her with devilish eyes as they both panted, catching their breath.
“I saw your ship go down, and when I saw you struggling I swam out to recue you.”
“My hero,” she smiled up at him.
“As the only survivor of the shipwreck, you’re fortunate to have ended up here. Welcome to my island.”
“Your island?” she questioned.
“Yes, I have been waiting to unleash my deviant passions on a woman. And here you are…”
Brie wasn’t sure where his roleplaying was headed, but she definitely wanted Sir to unleash his passions all over her.
Before Brie could react, Sir leaned down and kissed her, plundering her mouth with the salty taste of the ocean as his tongue darted between her lips. As much as she wanted to resist for the sake of his roleplay, she completely melted into that kiss, wrapping her arms around him.
Sir pressed her into the sandy beach with his weight as the water lapped against their naked bodies. “You’re mine now,” he stated possessively.
“Bound by honor to repay you for saving my life,” she replied.
“Oh, the things I have planned for this naked body of yours…” he growled lustfully. “But first I will show you my island.”
Sir stood up and lorded over her in all his naked glory as he brushed the sand off. “Come,??
? he commanded in an authoritative voice, pulling her up and swiping his hand against her skin to remove the gritty sand. But his swipes were slow and sensual, lingering overly long on her intimate parts.
Once he was finished wiping her off, Sir took Brie’s hand in his and led her through the opening in the vegetation Brie had spied earlier. It turned out to be a small path.
What had made it? she wondered.
Brie looked up at the canopy of trees above her, seeing several different kinds of birds flying from limb to limb.
The crowded forest of trees and vegetation eventually opened up to a large clearing. Here in the middle of nowhere, a miniature home had been constructed. The front of it was made of glass. Inside she could see a sizeable bed, tiny kitchen, a freestanding tub and, to her great delight, a tantra chair set in the middle of the one-room structure.
Brie shook her head in amazement as he opened the door and escorted her inside. “I have everything we need,” he stated proudly. “There’s a full tank of water in the back, enough for a week, and…” He opened the cupboards in the miniature kitchen. “A fully stocked pantry.”
“How?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I have connections.”
She glanced around the tiny but impressive living space. “Very important connections, by the looks of it.”
“That’s not the best part.” Sir pointed to the sizeable bed. On it sat a large leather bag. “Those are special tools I requested.” He ran his fingers over the length of her arm, causing goosebumps to follow. “Tools I plan to use on you.”
Brie felt a pleasant chill run through her. “What kind of tools?”
“The kind that makes a young woman scream. On this island no one will hear you.”
She looked at him warily. “Happy screams, I hope.”
Sir only smiled. The glint in his eye made her uncertain.
He sniffed the air and grinned. “I want to show you something else. It demonstrates how in sync I am with your needs.”
Brie followed him out of the miniature home and they walked to the far end of the clearing where smoke was rising from under banana leaves carefully laid on the ground. The odor coming from it had Brie’s mouth watering.