“Naughty girl…” Sir growled, slapping her on the ass before he pressed his cock against her wet pussy and pushed it into her.
Brie used the table as leverage as she took his cock deeper with every stroke. She felt a sense of triumph when her pussy started to pulse, warning her of an impending orgasm.
“I’m close…!” she cried out.
“I want you to come all over your Master’s cock,” Sir commanded.
Brie blissfully obeyed, fully embracing her climax while she listened to Sir roar in ecstasy as he reclaimed his beloved submissive.
Confrontation
Brie slept like a baby the entire night. The lyrics that had tortured her ever since her rescue had vanished and the scene last night had reignited her passion.
If that was true for her, then maybe Mary could find a way out of the darkness, too.
Sir smiled when she emerged from the bedroom. “Well, you look rested.”
Brie saw he was rocking Antony in his arms and walked over to them. “Best sleep I’ve had since I don’t know when.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“You are a miracle worker, Sir. Last night was pure magic!”
“I can’t claim all the credit. My inspiration came from a certain muse with a shapely ass and delectable lips.”
Brie glanced down at his crotch momentarily before meeting his gaze. “These lips long to show you their gratitude.”
He adjusted his pants, growling under his breath. “Says my wife five minutes before my ten o’clock conference call.”
Taking Antony from him, she laughed apologetically. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
He leaned down to give her a quick kiss. “I forgive you, but I’m taking you up on that ‘gratitude’ later.”
As she watched Sir retreat to his office, she called out, “I’m thinking of visiting Mary today.”
He turned to face her. “I think that is an excellent plan, babygirl.”
Brie nodded but sighed nervously after he shut his office door. “I just hope she’ll talk to me…” she muttered under her breath.
Antony responded by holding up his hand. Brie nibbled lightly on his tiny fingers, making him smile. His toothless grin seemed to melt away all her worries.
That was the enchanting thing about children—they lived in the moment. The past and the future didn’t matter, only what was happening in front of them now. “Maybe I should bring you with me so you can cheer up my friend, too,” she declared, kissing his soft baby head.
Brie headed out to visit Mary shortly after lunch. She was feeling overly anxious because this was the first time she’d left the house on her own since the kidnapping. But, it was important to her. The idea of living her life in constant fear because of Holloway was not an option.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spied the last remaining reporter taking pictures of her as she backed the car out of the driveway. It distracted her enough that she almost knocked out their mailbox.
Brie stopped the car and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “You got this, Brianna.” Opening her eyes again, she pulled forward and adjusted the car before pulling out again. Not giving the reporter another glance, Brie successfully backed out and onto the street, then headed on her way.
She was on a mission to see Mary, and nothing was going to stop her. But, as she pulled up to Captain’s house, she noticed several reporters just outside their door. “Maybe this was a bad idea,” she mumbled to herself when they started frantically taking pictures of her.
Her confidence started to crumble.
After all, why would Mary want to see her after the hell she had gone through? Hadn’t she suffered enough on Brie’s behalf?
Antony’s happy little squeak from the backseat helped Brie make her decision. If there was any chance of salvaging their friendship, she had to take it.
Before she could change her mind, Brie got out and opened the car door to unbuckle her son, cooing sweetly. “How could Mary ever turn away your cute little face?”
She covered him with a blanket to stop the reporters from getting photos of her son. Then, ignoring their shouts and attempts to get her attention, Brie walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. She stood there fidgeting uncomfortably while she waited for Candy to answer the door.
After several moments, she laughed uncomfortably and whispered to her son, “I guess I should have called first to make sure they were home…”
Brie was surprised when Captain answered the door. He looked uncharacteristically shocked to see her and said in a severe whisper, “You were the last person I expected to see, Mrs. Davis.”
She swallowed hard, realizing how foolish she’d been to think Mary would simply forgive her. “I’m sorry to disturb you, Captain. I’ll just go…”
As she turned to leave, he said firmly, “Absolutely not.”
Brie looked back at him in confusion.
Candy rushed to the door, crying happily, “Oh, my goodness, Brie. What a surprise to see you. And you brought the baby, too!”
Before Captain invited her in, he asked, “I assume you came to see Mary?”
“It’s the whole reason I came.” She lowered her eyes, stammering, “But…if she doesn’t want to see me…” She sighed uncomfortably. “…I understand.”
Captain let out an amused snort and glanced at Candy. Opening the door wider, he commanded, “Come in, Mrs. Davis.”
Brie silently questioned the private exchange between the two, but she took solace in knowing that Captain would not have invited her in to their house if he didn’t think she should be there.
They remained silent as Captain led Brie to the living room, but Candy glanced back at Brie with a welcoming smile.
“Take a seat,” he ordered.
Brie immediately sat down on the couch.
“Wait here while I speak with leif.”
Before leaving the room, he turned to Candy. “They’ll require refreshments.” He paused for a moment before adding, “And tissues, as well.”
“Yes, Captain,” Candy replied.
Candy gave Brie a big hug before heading into the kitchen, telling her, “This is such a wonderful surprise.” She looked at Antony and murmured, “I can’t believe how much he looks like his daddy!”
“I know,” Brie agreed, grinning down at her son.
Her anxiety began to increase with each passing minute she sat there alone with her son after Candy left the room.
Brie listened carefully. Mary wasn’t spewing profanities like the last time she’d visited. However, the house seemed eerily silent, and that did not bode well.
Antony stared up at her with wide eyes. His presence kept Brie rooted where she was, when all she wanted to do was run out the door.
The moment Brie heard Captain’s boots announcing his return, a feeling of dread washed over her. He entered the room first and pointed to the chair beside Brie. “Leif, you will sit there and listen to what Mrs. Davis has come to say.”
Mary looked at Captain pensively but did as he asked without making eye contact with Brie. Candy joined them a few moments later, placing a tray with two glasses of water and a plate of cookies on the coffee table. “I’m all out of iced tea, but I’d be happy to make you some coffee if you’d like.”