Brie's Montana Dreams (Submissive in Love, #4) (6 page)

What a wild place this commune was! Brie hadn’t expected that she would be so profoundly affected by it. Being free to play without any judgment or restrictions really did make for an erotic environment. She looked up at the night sky.
More than ever, I’m missing you, Sir.

Brie jumped when she felt something at her feet, then giggled when she saw it was only the black cat. “You scared me, big guy.”

She picked up the large cat, surprised he wasn’t heavier. She turned him to face her. “Are you made of just fur?” The cat meowed, so Brie cradled him in her arms and started petting him, grateful for the company. His whole body vibrated with a deep purr.

The sound warmed Brie’s heart, and the feelings of loneliness and desperation slowly eased. When her teeth started chattering from the cold night air, Brie put the cat down and made her way to Mary’s bedroom.

To her delight, the cat followed her into the room and jumped onto the bed. “I have something I have to do,” she explained to the beast.

Brie took off all her clothes, except for the jewelry snug against her clit, and knelt on the floor facing the direction of LA and her beloved Master. She placed her hands behind her back and thrust out her chest proudly for him.

She closed her eyes, imagining Sir standing in front of her. He had instructed her that the moment she felt his touch on her head, she could go to sleep. Brie concentrated on her vision of him, imagining him moving throughout his day, going to the meeting with his lawyer, eating meals alone, taking a hot shower to end the day… Her heart ached that she had missed that time with him. “I love you, Sir.”

The instant the words left her lips, she felt the warmth of his touch on her head. She opened her eyes in surprise, half expecting to see him there. The room was empty, but his presence lingered with her.

Brie stood up and slipped under the covers, the black cat curling up beside her. She felt content on a level she hadn’t expected. Sir was right; this simple nightly protocol would bring her comfort and a needed connection with him.

Mary came bounding in, scaring the cat out of the room. “Oh my God, I love it here!” She let out a happy sigh as she started stripping in front of Brie. “So sad you can’t partake of the fun, Stinky Cheese. Hope you brought your Hitachi, ‘cause you’re sure going to need it the next two weeks.”

Heading off to the communal showers, Mary called behind her, “There’s an outlet on the right side of the bed, just in case you feel the need.”

Brie wasn’t about to tell Mary about her orgasm restriction. That girl would cause her no end of grief if she knew. Instead, Brie curled up, wrapping the blankets tightly around her. After a long day of travel and the activities of the commune, it didn’t take long before she was sound asleep.

Mary’s Triumph

M
ary shook Brie. “Get up, sleepyhead!”

Brie grumbled and turned over, trying to ignore Mary. All week the girl had been hounding Brie to get up at the break of dawn. Just once, she wanted the chance to sleep in, but Mary refused to leave her alone.

“You have to get up. I’ve arranged a breakfast with all the Doms who are scening with me today. I want them to feel comfortable around you, so you aren’t a distraction during my scene.”

When Brie didn’t stir, Mary ripped off the blankets, exposing her to the cold morning air. Brie scrambled to get the blankets back, but wasn’t quick enough and finally conceded defeat, heading to the showers. Although Brie cherished her privacy, having communal showers had helped her to get to know a few of the other submissives.

“Hey, Arial, how’s that calf muscle?” she asked, knowing the girl had strained it in an extremely challenging suspension position the day before. Brie had filmed the outdoor session, enchanted that the Dom used the branch of a tree as support.

The brunette pixie got on her tiptoes and did a ballerina twirl. “Good as new.”

“I have to say, suspension in the wilderness certainly adds an element of magic to the whole experience.”

Arial smiled. “I do enjoy it whenever we have outdoor sessions. Being naked and bound in the warm sunlight is definitely arousing.”

Brie looked down at her own white mound and laughed. “Unlike your tanned self, my pussy would have burned to a crisp with that kind of exposure.”

Arial winked. “Oh, I remember the first day I experienced an intimate burn. Holy crap, that was intense!”

“Stop with all the jibber-jabber,” Mary griped. “The men are waiting for us.”

Brie hadn’t seen Mary so anxious or excited before. She hoped the scene would live up to Mary’s expectations and not end up being a painful disappointment. Mr. Gallant had warned them during training that there were some fantasies that might seem erotic, but were really a train-wreck waiting to happen—and Mary was famous for her train-wrecks. Brie dreaded witnessing another one.

Mary’s three Doms were eating breakfast at a table on the patio. Brie instantly recognized two of them. Rajah, one of the Gatekeepers she’d met on her first day, and the cowboy, Marcus, who had partaken of Mary’s lips. The third man was a lean, dark African. The three men stood up as they approached, and for the first time since she’d been there, all three Doms acknowledged Brie by looking her directly in the eye. She instinctively lowered hers, but realized that she needed to behave like a film director, not a sub. Brie met their gazes and smiled as she shook each of their hands.

“Thank you for allowing me to film you today, Rajah, Marcus and…”

The third Dom took her hand in both of his and nodded formally. “I am Kamau.”

She bowed instinctively—she couldn’t help herself. “Thank you, as well, Kamau.”

The entire party sat down, with Mary placing herself in between two of the Doms, looking mighty pleased with herself.

Rajah took Mary’s hand and turned it so her wrist was exposed. He lowered his head and bit down on it lightly as he stared at Brie with those mischievous green eyes. “We appreciate that our efforts will be recorded today. Not many women have the fortitude to attempt such a challenge.”

“I can’t wait,” Mary said, her eyes flashing with lust and excitement.

Marcus asked Brie, “Will you be filming several different angles for us?”

“I plan to film three. Two stationary cameras will capture all the action from underneath, while the other will capture Mary’s reaction to your multiple attention. I’ll film the action as well, using a wider angle.”

“Good,” Kamau stated. “I want to see the look on her face when I fuck her in the ass with two cocks already buried inside her pussy.”

“The most important shot is capturing that moment when the head of your shaft breaches her entrance for the first time. Then I will pull back to film the three of you thrusting into her.” Brie’s pussy responded just talking about the scene about to take place, and she felt a blush creep over her cheeks. “I also want to capture your individual expressions.”

The three men looked at each other and nodded. Marcus spoke for them. “That’s acceptable to us, Miss Bennett.”

“Excellent.” She turned to Mary. “Does that sound good to you?”

“Enough talk, already. I just want to get started, damn it.”

Brie noticed that Mary hadn’t eaten anything for breakfast, and assumed she was on a twenty-four hour fast to prepare herself for this three-cock invasion. While Brie liked the men well enough, there was no way she would ever have agreed to taking them all at once. However, she had a perverted sense of curiosity, wanting to know whether Mary would be able to handle them all.

The men finished their light meal, taking their time, knowing it was thoroughly testing Mary’s patience. It was obvious to Brie that they enjoyed the power play.

To Mary’s credit, she didn’t hound the Doms to rush, but she kept glaring at Brie as if she were to blame.

Faelan came up before they were done and shook the hands of all three men before pulling up a chair to join them. “Is she chomping at the bit?” Mary sat there silently while the men laughed. “Foolish question, I know. This girl of mine hasn’t talked about anything else for the past week.”

“Do you plan to watch?” Brie asked Faelan.

He smiled, shaking his head. “No, this little stunt is between Mary and these fine gentlemen. However, I do plan to watch the video.”

Brie wondered what Faelan was thinking. Was he really as okay with this scene as he appeared?

“It’s something all of us have been looking forward to,” Marcus said, touching the brim of his hat and nodding toward Mary.

The sexual tension between the group was palpable, and Brie found herself squirming in her seat because of it. It did not go unnoticed by Faelan, but he just smiled at Brie. “Well, I will leave you all to your little experiment.” He slapped Kamau on the back. “Be gentle with her—I want my girl back in one piece when you’re done.”

Faelan walked over to Mary, who stood up to receive his kiss. “Don’t push yourself too far. You’re more important than this little fantasy of yours.” His eyes glinted with that wild look Brie had seen before as he ran his hand down Mary’s front and cupped her pussy. “I consider this
my
property. Do not harm it.”

Mary growled in pleasure.

Faelan gave her one last kiss before leaving the group to help round up the horses. Marcus was the first to stand. He offered Mary his hand. “Let’s find out how much you can take, darlin’.”

Brie ran to get her equipment and followed the foursome into the woods. Her heart was racing by the time they made it to the Gang-Bang Altar. She felt almost as excited as Mary about the kinky scene about to take place.

As Brie set up the equipment, she found herself amazed that the rock truly looked as if it had been created with naughty sex in mind, with natural divots in the rock acting as hand-and-foot-holds to support different positions. She asked Mary to lie on the rock so she could get the right angle for both her stationary cameras. Once all her reflectors were set and adjusted, she announced, “You can start any time. I won’t speak, and will do my best to stay out of your way.”

“Good,” Mary said. “As far as I’m concerned, you don’t exist.” She ran her hands over the chests of all three men before taking the standing position of a sub ready to be commanded.

Marcus looked at Brie and tipped his hat, signifying that she was to begin filming. Brie bit her lip when she hit record, trembling slightly as she focused the camera on Mary. The three men removed their shirts before descending on her like hungry but polite wolves—each one taking turns pulling at her clothing, sucking exposed parts and running their hands over her shapely body.

They circled Mary like predators as they played, all three men teasing her with their sexual caresses and forceful kisses. Brie moved slowly with them, catching the rawness of their lust and Mary’s shameless enjoyment of it.

Mary moaned while they played, inviting them to use her more roughly. Brie noticed a change in their dynamic as the three men fed off each other’s rising lust for her. The air suddenly became more sexually charged.

Kamau was the first to strike, pulling Mary to him and ripping the last remnants of her panties away. He thrust his dark fingers inside her as he kissed her roughly. The other two watched as he fucked her with his fingers, forcing her first orgasm.

Kamau let go of her and Mary stumbled, struggling to remain on her feet. Marcus swooped in and picked her up, laying her on the rock and removing her remaining clothing. He stood back to admire her naked body. “Are you prepared to be fucked by three men, darlin’?”

She growled, nodding enthusiastically.

Marcus pulled her arms above her head and began sucking on her breasts, before leaving kisses from her stomach down to the feminine swell of her mound. Marcus was more gentle than Kamau, but no less aggressive in his enjoyment of her. Mary squirmed and moaned, her passionate cry echoing in the woods when he induced a second orgasm with his tongue.

Rajah was the last to play with her. He took her left wrist and lifted her arm, nibbling and biting down the length of it. Mary squealed when his teeth landed on her nipple. He chuckled, leaving a new trail of bite marks from her breast to her hip bone. By then, Mary was visibly trembling with desire.

He lifted her from the altar and told her to stand, being careful not to knock over the camera as he took off his clothes and lay down on it, motioning Mary to him. “Wet my
lund
with that needy
chut,”
he growled huskily.

Mary used the natural divots in the rock to climb back up and straddle him. She coated his shaft with her eagerness, grinding shamelessly against his cock. He aided her by grabbing her ass cheeks with both hands and sliding Mary’s dripping pussy up and down on his rigid shaft.

Meanwhile, the other two men undressed themselves and started stroking their cocks in anticipation. After Brie caught them on film, she focused back on Mary, certain the first penetration was close at hand.

Rajah held his cock as Mary slowly descended on it. She groaned in pleasure when his lengthy shaft slipped inside her. He gripped her ass, forcing her up and down on his stiff rod, then held her still, commanding her to grind harder. “Do not stop until you come.”