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and placed the dish in the kitchen before coming back to her. He undid the chain around the leg of the chair and started down the hallway.
    “Come, téa.”
     

 
    A Little Restraint
     
    Brie followed behind Sir, quivering in excitement. Having waited for him for hours, her body was revved up and ready for whatever he desired.
    Sir led her into his bedroom, which was a stark contrast to the rest of the apartment. Whereas the color scheme of the rest of his place was dark and stylish, his bedroom was a sultry crimson with gothic accents of ironwork. It alluded to unspeakable acts of the sensual kind.
    He proceeded to attach the chain to the leg of the bed. He then left her, disappearing into his closet before returning with several items in his hands. The one that grabbed Brie’s attention was the spreader bar.
    Sir noticed her focusing on it and grinned. “Oh, yes, you will be quite restrained for this session. Feel free to call a safeword at any point, for I will not be asking.”
    Brie’s knees shook. There was no doubt Sir was going to push her limits with him. The thought both excited and terrified her. Such an experienced Dom would be used to compliant, fearless subs.
    He knows you, Brie, she reminded herself.
    Sir knelt down at her feet and caressed her ankle before he attached the first cuff. She felt the fire begin. His touch was like an electrical storm, sending jolts of sensation upward.
    “Spread your legs,” he said evenly.
    Brie stared down at him as she moved to comply with his command. Sir wrapped his strong hand around her ankle to help her get the proper distance. She moaned softly as he buckled her into the cuff. Sir stood up with a satisfied look.
    His eyes met hers and she caught her breath. The hunger she found in those eyes was overpowering. Sir laid out a large towel at the end of the bed and then picked her up. He placed her at the foot of the bed, pressing her stomach down onto the mattress. “Wrists.”
    Brie put her wrists behind her. He quickly and adeptly bound them with cord. Sir then took a silk scarf and tied it over her eyes. Her whole body was trembling by then. He’d effectively subdued her, leaving her defenseless to his ravenous appetite.
    “You are mine.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    He moved to the side of the bed and she heard the lighting of a match. The scent of sulfur wafted through the air. Then the sound of music filled the room, intense and beautiful. She felt the bed move as Sir leaned over and whispered in her ear, “A favorite composer of mine, Giuseppe Verdi.” Brie listened to the music, carried by the impassioned sound of violins. He moved to her other ear. “The opera is called La Traviata. A poignant tale of love and sacrifice. We must see it sometime.”
    Brie was instantly transported back to their last opera, the night he had played the role of Khan. There in the theater he had played out her King fantasy, with another male acting as the priest. God, how she had wanted him that night, but she had been denied the pleasure. Now here she was, bound and blindfolded, about to be fucked by Master. His choice of music added a sense of sophistication and substance to the intense scene.
    Sir stood behind her. “The oil will be warm.”
    Brie instinctively jumped when she felt the first few warm drops fall on her skin, as he poured it over her lower back and down the crack of her ass. The oil was incredibly erotic as it rolled down and slowly trickled off her mound, one drip at a time. Then he began to rub the oil into her skin—first her back, then her buttocks, until Sir was concentrating all his attention on her tight little hole.
    “Deny me nothing,” he stated, slapping her ass resoundingly. Brie’s surprised squeal rivaled the high notes of the woman singing in the background.
    He growled hoarsely, “I will hear your passion as I use you for my pleasure, téa.” He slapped her hard on the other cheek, causing another cry to escape her lips as she