Brie's Tokyo Tryst (Submissive in Love, #1) (8 page)

Tears of pure bliss were soaked up by her
blindfold as she gave in to the continuous orgasm and flew…

“Come back to me.”

Brie heard those words several times before
realizing they were meant for her. She had to concentrate on
following them. She opened her eyes and found Sir looking down at
her, the blindfold removed.

“Enjoy yourself, téa?”

“Yes, Master…thank you.”

“Thank Nosaka as well.”

Brie lifted her head groggily and smiled at
Tono. “Thank you, Tono Nosaka.”

Sir caressed her cheek. “Now we will reward
your tenacity, my sub. Swallow my pleasure while Nosaka covers you
in his.”

Brie opened her mouth to take in Sir’s
shaft, while Tono positioned himself, kneeling between her legs.
She heard the slippery sound as the Asian Dom stroked his own
manhood, while Sir began gently thrusting in her mouth, increasing
the pace until he threw back his head and cried out.

Her muffled cries of pure ecstasy filled the
room. Brie swallowed her Master’s seed as Tono’s hot come covered
her bare mound. Having both men orgasm at the same time was a
glorious experience.

Brie kissed the tip of Sir’s cock tenderly
when he pulled out of her mouth, then focused her attention on
Tono’s gentle hands as he cleaned his essence from her skin. Every
touch was meaningful, articulating his thoughts without voice, and
what he was expressing tonight was appreciation—and love.

Brie was slow to dress and needed to lean on
Sir as they made their way out of the karaoke club and through the
narrow alleyways back to the car. She was still flying from the
encounter, and giggled periodically as they walked.

“What’s so funny, Brie?” Tono asked.

She tried to formulate an answer but her
thoughts were scattered because of the pleasant, lingering haze of
subspace.

Sir answered for her. “She sometimes gets
like this after an intense session. It’s been happening more often
lately. Unsure why that is.”

Brie giggled. “Because I’m a very happy sub,
Sir. Very happy.”

Sir patted her hand, which she had wrapped
around his arm for support. The sweet gesture made Brie giggle
again.

He raised his eyebrow, giving Tono an
exasperated look. “See what I mean?”

Tono smiled. “It pleases me to see her so
giddy. It is not an emotion I’ve encountered recently.”

His statement reminded Brie of his tragic
circumstances. The joy she felt fled her heart and tears started
running down her face.

“What’s wrong, Brie?” Sir questioned,
stunned to find her suddenly crying.

She didn’t want to ruin the evening, so she
smiled up at him and stated, “I’m just grateful, and it makes me
teary.”

Sir gave her a private grin. “You are a
mystery, Miss Bennett. One I believe it will take me a lifetime to
solve.”

A New Kind of Kinbaku

B
rie was tickled that Sir
had convinced Tono to perform part of his traveling Kinbaku act for
them. Sir explained to her that getting Tono involved in it again
would help the jute Master to process the grief that was
coming.

“There are times when you must be forced to
do those things that are healthy for you. Nosaka will benefit
greatly from the escape of Kinbaku in the months ahead.”

Sir was always observing people and
assessing needs. Even though he was no longer part of the Training
Center, that part of his nature could not be quelled. Brie admired
that about him, but it also worried her. Sir was meant to train
others; his natural talent, as well as his passion and experience,
made him an exceedingly effective trainer. She hadn’t felt guilt
about his resignation from the Center in months, but now it
returned with a vengeance.

Brie wondered if Sir still missed his
position as headmaster. How could
her
personal training make
up for all that he had given up? She shook off her doubts,
reminding herself that Sir was an upfront man. If it was truly a
problem, he would find a way to resolve it.

That second night, Brie and Sir visited
Master Nosaka’s studio. It was kind of eerie, knowing that Tono’s
father was fighting for his life just a few miles away, but it was
obvious from Tono’s countenance that for him the place brought
peace.

Brie understood that this place was a
tangible connection to his father, and wondered how many hours Tono
had spent inside these walls, training and learning with the man.
How young had he been when his training began? She’d never thought
to ask him.

As she glanced around, Brie imagined Tono as
a young boy, his long bangs hiding his lack of confidence as his
father corrected him on a malformed knot. It made her smile to
envision the scene.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a woman
entered the large studio wearing a bright yellow kimono and dark
red lipstick. She was young, like Brie, but with straight,
waist-length hair and soft brown eyes. The girl bowed low to Tono,
speaking words Brie did not understand.

He smiled, and told her to rise as he
introduced her to his guests. “This is Chikako. She is one of my
father’s favorite partners to work with.”

The girl turned to Brie and Sir and bowed
again. In perfect English she said, “It is my pleasure to entertain
you tonight.”

Brie bowed to her as Sir answered, “We are
honored to observe the scene.”

Tono directed Chikako to sit on a jute mat
in the middle of the room while he explained to them, “I’m going to
show you a new routine I have been working on. Something that
embraces the old traditions while adding a modern element to the
mix. I hope to attract the younger generation to the ancient
art.”

“You have me intrigued yet again,
Nosaka.”

Brie felt a thrill of sensual excitement
knowing she was going to see Tono’s mastery at work. “I can’t
wait!”

Tono directed them to sit on the floor as he
pulled multicolored jute from his bag and placed it beside the
girl. There was a psychological component to his placement. Brie
knew the girl was already anticipating the caress of the rope as
she watched him lay out the different colors of jute. Each new
bundle meant another length of rope that would sensually constrict
her. It made Brie shiver just to think about it—she could only
imagine what Chikako was feeling.

Tono turned down the lights and put on music
to accompany the performance. Although it was his customary flute
melody, this one had drum beats behind it, giving it an edgier
sound. Brie smiled, liking the new element.

“What makes this performance unique,” Tono
informed them, “is the rope I am using. It has been specially
treated to glow under black light.” He switched on ultraviolet
lights from above, and suddenly the rope on the ground glowed in a
multitude of vibrant rainbow colors.

Brie clapped her hands. “Oh, I love it,
Tono. I really love it!”

Tono smiled at her. “I thought it might
appeal to you.”

“Very clever, Nosaka,” Sir complimented him.
“Please enlighten us further.”

Tono bowed slightly, then sat behind the
girl. He whispered to her as he gathered her in his arms and closed
his eyes. Brie knew they were matching their breaths, finding their
connection.

The young woman began to sway slightly in
time with the music, the look on her face one of peaceful
expectation. Brie was envious; there was no way around it. Any time
she saw Tono performing his craft, there was a touch of
jealousy—not for his partner, but for the rope’s caress under his
skilled hands.

Tono whispered a command, and the girl took
a kneeling position. He took a length of glowing blue rope and tied
her long hair into a ponytail, binding it in a pattern of
decorative knots. He secured it to a second rope he had wrapped
around her chest, forcing her head back, her throat now in a long,
graceful curve. Then he took the end of her long rope of hair and
secured it to a ring above her.

Once she was immobilized, Tono began to
tease the girl with the slide of his rope and his gentle caresses.
In time with the music, he raised her arms above her head and bound
them into an attractive ballerina pose.

As the music began to build in tempo and
sensuality, the anticipation in the room heightened. From behind
the girl, Tono took hold of the front of her silk kimono and
waited, ripping it open at the dramatic crescendo of the song. The
aggressive movement caught Brie by surprise, and she found it
exhilarating.

She held her breath as Tono readied the girl
for flight, reliving that incredible feeling herself—the moment
when the body leaves the ground for the first time. Brie moaned
softly as she watched the girl lifted into the air, bound in the
glowing rope, the full beauty of the intricate bindings and her
pose finally realized.

It was visually stunning!

Tono caressed his partner as he checked the
knots, his movements in time with the melody. When the intensity
and mood of the music changed, Tono’s binding changed with it. He
began to bind the sub roughly, slapping the jute hard on the floor,
pulling and tugging on it as he tightly constricted her chest with
his rope.

Brie trembled, imagining the feel of the
forceful binding, and grabbed Sir’s hand in response. He lightly
trailed his finger over her skin, sexual energy flowing from
him.

The feeling of eroticism between Tono and
his partner definitely transferred to their audience, making it a
shared experience. There was no doubt that Tono was on to something
huge with this new kind of Kinbaku.

Brie’s nipples ached as she watched the
Asian Master possess the young woman with the jute. The act was raw
in nature, but as always, Tono created beautiful art as he
interwove the different colors, making simple designs that
transformed into something unexpected and visually captivating.

He untied certain portions of rope as he
went, turning the girl and binding her into new positions. Tono did
it with such precision and speed that it became a slow dance as the
young woman moved from graceful pose to graceful pose.

Brie was thoroughly entranced, admiring the
strength of the sub as well as Tono’s exceptional skill. It was
easy to see how deeply she was under Tono’s spell from the look of
sensual bliss on her face. Brie could almost feel their
connection—every touch, every slide of rope, every tug tingling on
her own skin.

Tono gently touched his partner as he
checked the knots, his movements always in time with the song. Then
he pushed her heel and the girl began to spin like a ballerina.
Brie gasped, captivated by the pose.

“You like, téa?” Sir whispered.

“Yes…”

His hand lightly brushed against her erect
nipple, sending sensual shockwaves to her groin.

“Feel my desire,” he growled, biting her
earlobe as he placed her hand on his hardening cock.

Brie moaned softly.

He placed her hand back in her lap and
patted it, looking forward with a sexy smirk on his lips.

Such a wicked Master.

Tono’s light caresses and careful unbinding
as he released the sub from the jute were every bit as sexy as when
he was tying her up. When he was finished, he held the girl in his
arms and spoke to her softly as he kissed her.

Brie always loved seeing aftercare between
partners, being that it was so intimate and sweet.

“Shall we leave Nosaka and tend to our own
needs?” Sir suggested.

Brie purred, “Please, Master.”

Sir went over to the couple sitting on the
mat and quietly thanked them both for the scene, not wanting to
disturb their aftercare any more than necessary. As Brie walked out
of the studio behind Sir, she turned back and stared at the pair,
wondering if Chikako might be the one…