Page 23 of Brian and Mina's Holiday Hits
And yet I can’t stop the words from coming out of my mouth.
“You are going to show everyone here just how deeply I own you. You’re going to lay your submission at my feet for everyone here to see. There will be no question who the fuck you belong to after this moment, do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
She doesn’t hesitate. There is no falter or fear in her words. She trusts me, and I don’t deserve it. Am I about to break her right now? Just like all the other monsters? Just when she’s discovering and unleashing her own fire?
I unzip my pants and free my cock. It’s long and hard, ready to penetrate that sweet mouth of hers, ready to claim her in front of every gawking onlooker who neither has the courage to stop me nor the will to look away. I guarantee every person both trainer and trainee is turned on right now. There’s a fifty percent chance this could devolve into an orgy.
“Then show me what a good obedient cocksucking whore you are for your master. Show them all.”
She looks up at me and actually… smirks. There’s is nothing demure in her right now. I don’t know how she’s running this show, but somehow she is. And I feel something like relief and an unclenching of the tightness in my chest.
She greedily takes my cock into her mouth as though she’s a succubus who needs to drink my come for her very survival. No woman has ever looked at me like this. No woman has ever taken my cock down her throat with such relish.
TWELVE
mina
Electric arousal shootsthrough me as I suck Brian’s cock, right here out in the broad daylight beside the pool. With an audience. So many things shut down inside me after Japan. So much became numb. There was just the fire of my anger, and the fire between my legs that only Brian could ignite. He became like oxygen to me, my lifeline. And I didn’t care what he did to others so long as he kept touching me the way he did—so long as he kept pulling orgasm after orgasm from my body to prove I was still real, I still existed in this world. And however broken we both were, we were in it together, anchoring each other.
I’ve felt connected to Brian for a long time, but I thought my deepest kinks had died with Jason. I thought that last motherfucker who left scars on me, humiliated me, passed me around to his friends, and abused me in a thousand other subtle ways… I thought it had killed the desire in me that had led me down this dangerous road with men to begin with.
But now, as Brian fucks my mouth, that thing, coiled like a serpent at the base of my spine… It awakens. And it is hungry, hungry to be the good little slut. Hungry to please a master. Hungry to be pleased in return for being such a good girl.
I moan around his rigid cock, and it’s not an act. I’m not pretending like some porn star on a screen. I need him. I’m so wet and throbbing right now that if he did decide to pass me around to the other trainers, I’d probably go for it without complaint. I’m too far gone, too far over the edge to feel anything but lust and need.
A strange mix of power and powerlessness flows through me. I may be on my knees right now, but in so many ways, I own Brian in this moment. He groans, his fingers threading into my hair as he thrusts one final time, releasing down my throat. I greedily swallow him down. I’m shaking now, vibrating with power, with surrender, with need, with so many things I don’t have words for. Everything just… woke. up. And when I get up off my knees, I will never be the same woman again.
That’s saying a lot, considering all I’ve been through and each metamorphosis that has taken place shapeshifting me first into one thing and then something completely different. Right now I feel… unbroken—as though delicate ripped butterfly wings have reknit and mended themselves, becoming something even stronger.
“Good girl,” Brian says, stroking my hair.
He helps me to my feet and kisses me possessively, his tongue invading me as aggressively as his cock. It steals my breath and the last tight-fisted grip of sanity I was clinging onto. It’s the most passion I’ve ever felt from him, the most feelings pouring out of him, into me. And I do my very best to contain them, to hold them.
“I need you,” I gasp into his mouth. “I need your cock inside me.”
He pulls back and studies me for a moment. “But, you already had my cock inside you. Are you telling me the pleasure of my cock ramming down your throat wasn’t enough for you?”
I roll my eyes. “You’re hilarious.”
“Oh, somebody’s in trouble,” he says, but his tone is light as he grabs my hand and drags me away from our audience and to the privacy of our dungeon room.
When we get to our own private space underground away from prying eyes, he orders me to kneel in the center of the room with my legs spread, gaze down, and wait for him. My heart is beating so fast right now. I obey him and wait. I have no idea what’s coming next, but I wait. I kneel on the ground like his pliant doll. Minutes feel like hours, but I wait.
He finally returns.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I look up to see he has one of the house’s chastity belts in his hands. This isn’t your normal, everyday chastity belt. These come with a stainless steel phallus, so that when the belt is on, you are full, constantly reminded of the thick hardness inside you, but without any movement, it drives you more crazy than not having it at all.
My eyes widen when I see what’s in his other hand. The arousal cream. It’s one of the top training tools of the house—the most potent arousal cream anyone has ever experienced. I’m honestly not even sure if it’s legal. It seems to be safe. No one has ever suffered any ill effects, but it’s so powerful, and so much like a drug that it’s hard to believe any regulatory agency would put a stamp of approval on its distribution.
The world isn’t prepared for this much pleasure.
“M-Master? Please… I need…”
“I know what you need. But I’m very large, and I need you prepared and ready for me.”
