Brie Visits Master's Italy (After Graduation, #7) (8 page)

Survival mode kicked in and she powerhoused her way to the shore, crawling onto the sandy beach gasping desperately for breath. She glanced behind her and saw that he was rising out of the water.

This time Brie let out a terrified scream and jumped to her feet, sprinting across the tiny beach towards a wall of rock ten feet high. She looked behind her and felt butterflies. Sir had the look of a hungry predator about to devour his lunch.

Brie found she was trapped and darted to the right, but he cut her off her escape. She switched to the left, but immediately changed direction trying to trick him. Sir was not fooled and lunged.

She sprinted, but he grabbed her around the waist and brought her crashing to the ground. Brie struggled under his weight, fully caught up in the terror and excitement of being captured.

Sir grasped her wrists and pushed them into the sand as he lay on top of her. His low laughter helped to calm her wild struggles.

He ignored her protests as he pulled the strings on her bikini, leaving her naked and exposed. Brie thought he would take her then, but he stood up and threw her over his shoulder, leaving her little suit discarded on the beach.

As he walked towards the rocks, he slapped her ass hard. “Did you really think you could escape me, princess? I could have captured you at any point.”

It appeared he was giving her the opportunity to play out a version of her Queen of Sheba fantasy. She tested it out by replying snottily, “Do not touch me, you filthy swine. My father will have your head for this!”

He laughed loudly. “I don’t care who your daddy is, princess. Your cunt is mine.”

She smiled to herself, thrilled by his choice of scene.

Brie was about to protest when he put her down next to the cliff. “Climb,” he ordered, pointing to the rock.

Brie looked closely and noticed someone had carved handholds into the cliff face. She stepped back and folded her arms across her bare chest. “I will not!”

Quick as lightning, Sir had her bent over and was slapping her ass with enough force to bring tears. She totally deserved it and loved playing the bratty princess. Being a naughty submissive did have its benefits.

When he let her up, she wiped away the tears defiantly, refusing to speak.

“Climb,” he commanded.

With her head held high, she faced the rocks and started her ascent knowing that he was admiring her pinkened ass from below.

When she reached the top, the ground leveled off to a grassy area surrounded by trees and vegetation. It was so beautiful that Brie stopped for a moment to admire it.

She heard Sir moving below her and got her mind back in the game, trying to scramble away as soon as she crested the top, but Sir wrapped his hand around her ankle and pulled her back down to the ground.

He was on top of her in a second, squeezing the breath out of her with his weight. “You must have mistaken me for one of your imperial fools… but I am no fool, princess.” He bit her shoulder, causing her to cry out in passion. “You like that, don’t you. I bet I know what else you like,” he said hungrily, feeling the wetness between her legs. He added, “But I don’t care what you want.”

Sir pulled her onto her feet and slung her back over his shoulder, carrying her to a dead tree in the middle of the field. He put her down and pressed his large hand against her chest, pushing her against the bark. “Don’t move.”

“No one tells me what to do,” she protested.

He stared into her eyes with such a look of possession it stole her breath away. “I do.”

She lost herself in his gaze and nodded automatically.

He smirked, “That’s right, princess. I control you.” He whipped out a piece of rope and bound her wrists before lifting her arms above her head and slipping it over the end of a broken branch.

Sir stood back and admired her stretched form.

“Don’t look at me,” Brie snapped.

“Not only will I look at you,” he stated. “I will touch you.” He brushed her nipples and slipped his hand between her legs, forcing a finger into her pussy. She gasped, pressing against the tree as she tried not to give into her lust for him.

“I feel your excitement. Your cunt tells no lies.” He pulled his finger out and ran her wetness across Brie’s lips. “Taste.”

She licked her lips and sampled her salty sweetness before turning her head away as if in disgust.

He grabbed her chin and licked her lips. “Luscious…”

Sir thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, plundering her like the pirate he was. Brie’s body betrayed her, eagerly responding to his aggressive nature. It knew him too well to deny her Master pleasure.

“You are a wanton creature,” he teased, leaving her desperate and needy as he looked around as if searching for something. Once he spotted what he was looking for, he left her, stating, “Your captor has better things to do.”

Sir walked off leaving Brie bound to the tree. She sighed in contented frustration. She
loved
the way Sir played with her.

Brie watched curiously as he walked up to a crooked olive tree that split into two rickety fingers. He picked up something in the crook of the base and studied it. Then he counted out his steps as he walked further away from her.

When Sir finally stopped, he rolled a large rock over in a sandy gullet. He knelt on the sand and began digging with his hands.

Brie shook her head, wondering what the heck he was up to. After many minutes of laborious work, she heard him cry out in triumph. She was dying to know what he’d found.

Thankfully, Sir satisfied her curiosity by walking back to her hoisting a small chest over his shoulder, wearing a charming grin. It gave him a delightfully boyish appearance.

He put down the old chest and unlatched the rusty closure. Before opening the lid, he looked up at Brie and explained, “My father and I came out here to fish and play pirates every summer when I was a boy. He always hid something in the chest for me to find. I didn’t think there would be anything this time but old habits die hard. I had to check, but I can’t imagine what he put in here.”

Brie watched in fascination as he lifted the lid.

“Ah.” Sir pulled out a bottle covered in sand. He wiped off the label and then sat down on the grass, shaking his head. “
Papà
…”

Brie watched silently from the tree, wishing she was free to go to him.

Sir held the bottle and stared at it as if he was being bombarded with memories. Finally, he shared, “It is tradition in my family to share a bottle of Brunello di Montalcino as a rite of passage when a boy became a man. My father must have buried it when he visited my grandparents after his last European tour…” He added quietly, “How could he know he would never return?”

“Oh, Sir…” she said sorrowfully.

“No, Brie. I will not mourn him on this island.” He looked into the trunk and took out a corkscrew. “I can think of an appropriate use for this wine.” He stared at her as he licked his lips. “And I think he would approve.”

Sir uncorked the old bottle with a satisfying pop and took a long sniff, closing his eyes to take in the bouquet. “Amazingly, it is still sweet.” He lifted the bottle up and nodded at the sky before taking a swig. “Ahh… that’s fine wine,
Papà
.”

Sir walked over to Brie and shared the drink with her by taking another long draught from the bottle before kissing her. Red wine flooded her mouth with hints of musky berries and vanilla. She smiled when he pulled away. “That’s delicious, Sir.”

He cupped her breast and raised his eyebrow. “This is how I plan to enjoy his gift.” Sir poured the red liquid onto her breast and leaned in, sucking on her nipple seductively. He lifted her wrists from the branch and untied her before forcing her down on her knees. He poured the wine over his cock and ordered, “Suck me.”

Brie smiled, grateful for the chance to please her Master. As much as she enjoyed playing the spoiled princess, her joy was in pleasuring him. She ran her tongue over the length of his cock before concentrating on the smooth head of his shaft. When she pulled away, he poured more wine over it. She opened her mouth and took in the stream of the fermented grape. It was so wickedly hot drinking from his cock.

The wine ran down her chin and dripped onto her breast. He knelt down and put the bottle on the ground, ordering, “Lie on your back, but lift your ass off the ground.”

She lay in the grass and lifted her butt up, spreading her legs for him. Sir ran his hands over her thighs looking at her greedily. He took a swipe of her swollen pussy with his tongue before picking up the bottle and pouring the wine over her pussy. He lapped it up with obvious pleasure.

“The best way to drink wine, babygirl.” Sir did it again, drenching her sex with the red wine, but this time he settled in for a long session of cunnilingus. Brie moaned as he took her clit between his teeth and sucked hard before fluttering his tongue over it. She bucked against him, surprised by the intensity. He held her still, his fingers digging into her skin, helping to state his authority over her.

She cried out when her pussy began pulsing in pleasure. He did not let up, demanding her climax with his tongue. “May I?” she asked between gasps.

He said nothing, but increased the pressure and tempo of his tongue as he inserted two fingers into her and began pumping vigorously. There was no stopping such aggressive stimulation and Brie’s pussy burst with love for Sir.

He lapped up the mixture of wine and her watery juices, groaning in satisfaction as Brie’s thighs trembled with aftershocks. He looked up at her from her mound and growled, “I’m coming for you, princess.” He crawled up between her legs, pulling off his swim trunks as he positioned himself.

Sir took her face in his hands, looking her in the eyes as he plunged his cock into her fiery depths. “There is no escaping me…”

Brie focused on his mesmerizing gaze as he took her as his submissive, his goddess, his lover.

It was with remorse they left Isola d’Elba the following day. The hardest part by far was Sir’s goodbye to his grandmother. The tiny woman started crying before Sir even announced they were leaving. She refused to let Sir go, whimpering, “
Non andare via
,” over and over again.

Even the grandfather’s stern command could not get her to release her desperate gasp on Sir. Brie could not bear to watch him pulling away from the sweet old woman again and looked away.

It must have broken Sir’s heart as well, for he called out Brie’s name. When she met his gaze he asked, “Would you be willing to return in six months?”

Brie nodded vigorously, thrilled at Sir’s suggestion.

He turned back to his grandmother. “
Sei mesi, nonna
.” She shook her head as if she didn’t believe him. Sir touched his forehead to hers and said firmly, “
Sei mesi
.”

“
Promettere
?” the tiny woman whispered.

Sir smiled. “
Sì, nonna
.”

Her tight grip slowly loosened, but the tears did not stop. She looked at Brie and commanded, “
Promettere
.”

Sir told Brie, “She is asking you to promise that I’ll be back.”

Brie took the old woman’s arthritic hands in hers and said with confidence, “
Promettere
.” Whatever it took, Brie would make certain her grandson return to her in six months’ time.

With a gentle smile on her lips, his grandmother patted Brie’s cheek and said in broken English, “Good girl.”

Sir took Brie’s hand and escorted her down the stairs before the old woman’s tears began again. He guided her through the narrow streets just as he had the first day they’d come to the island, but everything felt different now.

Brie had faced a lover from his past and their relationship had grown from the challenge of it—they were more united as a couple.

She felt the refreshing tonic of the island, the love of his
famiglia,
and the healing power of his father’s gift would give them the strength needed for whatever lay ahead…

Birthday Girl