She glanced up at him, vowing, “I promise to call ‘red’ if I need to.”
He clapped his hands together. “Excellent! Then I’m going to take a seat right here.” Grabbing a kitchen chair, he turned it backward, swung a leg over it, and sat down to face her. With a wicked grin, he commanded, “Strip for your Master.”
When Brie glanced at Sir’s closed door, a sense of peace came over her. This objectification challenge was a charming way to begin the healing process. Nyotaimori was a beautiful art form that had nuances of bondage because she had to stay completely still while Master Anderson laid out the pieces of sushi and nigiri all over her body.
With graceful movements, Brie slowly undressed the way she had been taught at the Training Center. She teased him with glances of bare skin before letting the pieces of clothing fall to the floor. Once she was fully naked, she bowed her head. “Would you like me to turn, Master?”
“Of course.”
Brie smiled while she slowly turned before him, blushing under Master Anderson’s intense gaze. Sir had shaved her pussy earlier that morning—a sexy interlude in itself—so she could be a blank canvas for Master Anderson’s creation.
Standing up, he held out his hand to her and commanded, “Come to me.”
Brie walked to him, then squeaked when he swept her into his arms and laid her on the marble island. Goosebumps rose on her skin the moment she made contact with the cold stone.
“I brought this pretty pillow for your head,” Master Anderson informed her, holding up a black silk pillow with a word stitched on it. “I prefer my exquisite platter to be comfortable.”
Brie lifted her head, and he nestled the pillow under it. Master Anderson then began adjusting her limbs, laying her arms to her sides. He straightened her legs next, spreading them a little so her pussy was slightly exposed.
Studying her body intently, he appeared to be mapping out the design he planned to create. Once he was satisfied, he told her, “You know the drill. Pick a spot on the ceiling and don’t move until I give you the command to.”
“Yes, Master.”
Brie stared up at the textured ceiling, finding a splotch that reminded her of a tiny violin. It brought her joy, and she was able to relax into the position she would have to hold for hours.
Master Anderson turned on the sound system, rocking the house with the deep, driving beat of dubstep. It took Brie back to the night the three of them had gone to the Beta Nightclub. Sir teased her mercilessly with the remote-controlled vibrator the entire evening, even while she danced with Master Anderson.
Although she kept her gaze obediently focused upward, Brie could see him out of the corner of her eyes. He was like a symphony conductor as he moved to the beat of the music, laying bamboo leaves over strategic areas on her body before filling them with the different sushi he had made. His touch was subtle, and Brie felt a thrill every time he added a new piece to her body.
As a finishing touch, Master Anderson cut the blossoms from the bouquet and placed them artfully on her body as floral accents, concentrating most of his effort between her legs.
When he was finished, Master Anderson turned off the music and stood back, stating proudly. “Damn, I think this is my best work yet!”
He got out his phone and hit record. Walking around her slowly, he spoke to the camera. “I call this art piece ‘The Blooming Vagina.’”
Brie struggled not to laugh. The last thing she needed was for him to catch it in a video when she had fought so hard to remain still this entire time.
After he was done videoing her, Master Anderson placed the camera above her head and hit play so she could see it. Despite the humorous name he’d given her, he had truly transformed her body into a thing of beauty.
Brie was so touched that a lone tear escaped and slowly rolled down her cheek, unintentionally breaking the illusion of her being an inanimate object.
Master Anderson surprised her by quickly licking the tear away—and then snatched a piece of sushi from off her stomach.
“Perfect amount of salt to enhance the flavor,” he stated, before popping it in his mouth. Because of his quick thinking, he’d saved her from the sting of failure.
She couldn’t love Master Anderson any more than she did at that moment.
Grabbing another piece from the counter to replace the one he’d eaten, Master Anderson walked to Sir’s office and rapped on the door. “Come admire my greatest achievement.”
Brie heard Sir open the door. “Well, that certainly took longer than I expected.”
Slapping his back. Master Anderson told him, “You can’t hurry perfection, buddy.”
The two men returned to the kitchen. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sir nodding as he looked her over. “I have to agree with you, Anderson. I have never seen such a stunning display in my life.”
Being the focus of their admiration was exhilarating. Not wanting to distract from Master Anderson’s work, Brie tried doubly hard to breathe slowly and keep her gaze trained on the tiny violin above her.
When Sir’s stomach growled, Master Anderson handed him a pair of chopsticks. “The beauty of this art is that it’s only temporary but leaves an indelible mark.”
Brie felt goosebumps when Sir grazed her skin with the chopsticks as he took a piece from her thigh. Such a simple act, but he already had her body buzzing with a sensual current.
While the two men teased her with every bite they took, Master Anderson told Sir about his plans to propose to Shey. “She can’t expect anything, buddy. I want it to be a complete surprise.”
“Understood,” Sir replied, taking a piece of nigiri that had been placed in the hollow of her throat. It sent delicious shivers through Brie.
“I had to case a few restaurants before I found one with a floor plan that allows you to take the photographs without being seen.”
“You got permission from the owner, I hope.” Sir chuckled. “The last thing I want is to be confronted as a stalker.”
“I can just imagine it,” Master Anderson said, grinning. “There you are, taking pictures of my grand proposal, and then you’re dragged off by staff and kicked out of the restaurant. Wouldn’t that be a hoot?” he laughed, slapping his thigh in amusement.
“Not for me,” Sir replied drolly.
For the next hour, Brie listened with rapt attention as Master Anderson laid out every minute detail of his plan. It was over the top, but charming, and so totally Master Anderson.
Brie was certain Shey would love it!
After Master Anderson consumed the last bite, he commanded, “Eyes on me, young Brie.”
She immediately gazed into his sparkling green eyes and squeaked as he swooped her off the counter and twirled her around, sending the leaves and flowers flying all over the kitchen.
He laughed as he set her down. “I couldn’t resist.”
Sir brushed the flower petals off his shoulder and smirked. “Did you enjoy the challenge, babygirl?”
Brie glanced at Master Anderson and smiled. “Very much so.”
“Good.”
Turning to Master Anderson, Sir asked, “Did you encounter any issues during the scene?”
Master Anderson beamed at Brie proudly. “She is brave and determined. A pleasure to scene with.”
Brie bowed her head, thrilled to have completed her first challenge successfully.