Enchant Me:Brie's Submission #10By: Red Phoenix
MrRed – my fantasy, my reality
To Brandi, who not only created these covers, but has been my dear friend for years! Thank you for believing in me and my stories—it all started with Blissfully Undone…
To Becki, I remember you were the VERY first one to make an “I googled it, Sir” shirt. You have remained my good friend and dedicated proofer all these years. Hugs!
To Marilyn, you wowed me with your Brie art, then won over my heart. Thank you for your friendship, enthusiasm and creativity.
A special thankyou to all my fans who have followed Brie’s journey with me!
Romance meets wicked fun
After the wedding of the century, Brie is whisked off to begin her honeymoon. She falls madly in love with the romance of the city, enjoying the delights of its secret BDSM society. Brie is then transported to the wickedness of the isle, where Master will play out his own private fantasies…
But Fate is a cruel mistress the two must fight. Will they survive the approaching Darkness that seeks to destroy them?
The Honeymoon Begins…
Brie woke up slowly, the pleasant fog of sleep quickly clearing as a sense of excitement took over. She opened her eyes and gazed on Sir as he slept; he had a peaceful expression on his face. Brie had always felt she could see a hint of the young boy he’d once been when the worries of the world weren’t reflected on his face.
“My husband…” she whispered.
Her soft words were enough to wake him. She held her breath as those soulful eyes opened and focused on her.
Brie smiled, thrilled that she now carried that title.
“Come here,” he commanded with a low growl, pulling her closer to him. “I want to start our first full day as man and wife filling you with my manly essence.”
Her insides did a flip-flop, remembering the passion and excitement of being taken without any barriers between them—chemical or physical—the night before.
“How would you like me to make love to you this time?” he asked, rubbing his hard shaft against her.
Brie blushed when she answered, “I’d like to do it missionary style again.”
He stopped moving and looked her in the eye, asking in a serious tone, “You’re not turning vanilla on me now that we’re married, are you?”
“No,” she giggled softly. “I just like looking into your eyes when you come inside me.”
Sir’s growl was husky, his eyes lustful when he answered, “You should not say that or our session will end up unsatisfyingly short.”
He left the four-poster marriage bed and returned to her minutes later wearing a wicked grin. “Before we begin, I want to feel the passion of your lips.”
Brie smiled, eager to please him that way. When he joined her back on the bed, she took his princely shaft in her hand and lowered her head. “I have always loved this cock,” she mumbled seductively.
“It has always loved you,” he replied, pushing her mouth toward the head of his shaft.
Brie opened her lips, gratefully encasing his manhood with their soft caress. He tasted of fresh soap, but still retained the manly musk that was uniquely him.
She moaned as she licked the charming head of his cock, tasting the tanginess of his pre-come, excited because his masculine essence now had the power to make a baby inside her. The thought of it sent delightful chills through Brie’s body.
She pushed his shaft slowly down her throat as Sir lay back on the bed, sighing in contentment. Unlike most men, he could take the attention of her mouth for over an hour without orgasming. It seemed that the sexual stimulation was relaxing for him, rather than being overly arousing.
It made the experience much more than a simple physical connection; it was a spiritual melding, which Brie cherished. However, in her enthusiasm she lavished too much adoration on his cock. He placed his hand on her head and commanded, “Slow down, wife.”
She looked up at Sir, his cock between her lips and smiled apologetically. She knew better; he’d taught her how he preferred it. Thankfully, her Master understood that her excitement over their recent nuptials was the cause for her forgetting the basics.
Brie slowed way down, concentrating on the smoothness of the head of his hard shaft, the delicious ridge that she lovingly caressed with her tongue—the feel of it thrilling her in a way he would never know. Then there was the frenulum, which she thoroughly enjoyed licking and teasing.