Sir used the flower like an extension of his hand, grazing it lightly over her skin as he planted tender kisses on her shoulders and neck. After he brushed the soft petals against her breasts, he followed it up with a passionate kiss that left her utterly breathless.
He had her completely under his spell when he swept Brie off her feet and placed her on the bondage table.
Per their agreement, no bindings were being used during the scene. Although she enjoyed the feeling of helplessness that bondage inspired, Sir was concerned it might trigger her after the trauma she’d endured.
Holding up the massage candle, he asked her, “Color, Miss Bennett?”
She smiled as she stared at the black jar with a spout, the wick barely peeking out above the rim. “A definite green, Master.”
Sir lit a match and Brie watched as the wick burst into flame. Setting the candle back on the table, he stared at her as he unbuttoned his jacket and casually hung it on the St. Andrew’s cross. Next, he loosened his silk tie and slipped it off, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt, exposing the hair on his manly chest. Undoing the buttons on his cuffs, Sir rolled up his sleeves, never breaking his gaze.
Brie always found it sexy to watch him prepare for a scene.
“I want to get comfortable for this,” Sir stated, slipping off his dress shoes before unbuckling his belt and sliding it through his belt loops. He let it fall to the floor with a satisfying clank.
Walking up to the table, still dressed in his opened shirt and dress pants, Sir picked up the candle. Brie held her breath as she watched him slowly lift it to his lips and blow it out, leaving a wisp of smoke curling up from the wick.
“We begin with the massage.”
Her heart raced a little as he tipped the jar slightly and the oil poured out. Even though she knew it was coming, she jumped when the warm oil first contacted her skin.
“Too hot?” he murmured huskily.
“Just right, Master,” she assured him.
Sir poured the oil between her breasts and slowly trailed it down to her mound. He then set the candle back on the table. With his skilled hands, he began sensually spreading the warm oil over her skin. Although it was exceedingly pleasant, the magic didn’t happen until he began massaging her body.
This wasn’t a normal, relaxing massage. Sir’s hands glided over her skin like liquid electricity, causing a tingling sensation wherever he touched her. What enchanted Brie even more was the reverent look in his eyes as he touched her. Sir wasn’t just massaging her, he was making love to her body with his hands as he caressed her breasts and then moved lower to tease her mercilessly with those magical fingers.
Brie would never forget the way he massaged her that night. It was as if he was in the presence of the woman he had worshipped from afar, and he was now basking in the decadent pleasure of touching her for the first time.
It was exhilarating and had her dripping in excitement.
When he told her to turn onto her stomach, Brie thought she might just combust. While she did as he asked, Sir lit the candle again and waited patiently for it to heat up.
“I’ve always been mesmerized by that ass,” he growled seductively, spanking it sensually several times. Each contact sent shivers of pleasure through her.
When he picked up the candle again and drizzled it over her buttocks, Brie moaned softly, certain she would burst into flames when he touched her again.
Sir meticulously covered her in the oil, then began to massage her shoulders, slowly making his way down to her ass. She moaned in pleasure when he began to squeeze and knead her buttocks, teasing her with his erotic touch.
Brie longed for him to take her anally, but his fingers only pressed against her tight rosette, never penetrating her.
His focused attention only made her ache for him more.
Once he had her whole body burning with need, Sir picked up the glass toy. “Color, Miss Bennett?”
“Fiery hot green,” she moaned. His light chuckle only fanned the flames of her desire.
Sir poured more of the warm oil between the valley of her ass cheeks and then teased her with the glass toy until she begged, “Please, Master…”
“As you wish,” he answered huskily, spreading her ass as he slowly pressed the warm glass into her.
Her pussy gushed with wetness as her body eagerly accepted the invasion of the butt plug. “Yes…”
“Damn, Miss Bennett,” Sir stated in admiration, “That decorative addition suits you.” He spanked her ass again, obviously turned on by the look of it.
Grabbing a wet cloth to clean his hands, Sir picked up the nipple clamps next. “Color?”