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M y vision narrows to Briar’s lithe form slithering towards me. That tantalising sway of her hips as she advances elicits a dull throb of arousal. Calves flexing with each shuffle, her haunches undulate in a hypnotic rhythm that holds me transfixed.

Christ, does this defiant minx even comprehend how gorgeous she appears right now? Submitting to my debasing commands after fighting tooth and nail against them. The way she doesn’t hesitate to obey, shapely limbs propelling her forward through the blackness in blind faith, is the epitome of submission.

A growl rumbles from my chest at the visceral sight, fingers twitching to curl into fists. Ever since that night at the club when I took Briar so ruthlessly in front of Jace and Hayes, there’s been a shift in how I view the feisty hellion. Something primal awakened within both of us amidst the haze that night.

Sure, she maintained that defiance at first, snarling and twisting from my grasp. Yet her cunt betrayed the truth, gushing arousal that coated my aching cock with each punishing thrust into her depths. By the time I was done ravaging that luscious form, Briar writhed against me with abandon, begging for my release in wordless whimpers.

The memory of her spirited mewls resonates through my mind while I spiral back into the present. Remaining motionless upon the dais across from the audience, I allow my heated stare to drink in every nuance. From the flexing of toned thighs to the shallow rise and fall of Briar’s chest with each quickened breath.

Fucking Christ, this beguiling display of raw submission is more intoxicating than any vice known to man.

Grinding my jaw to stifle a groan, I pivot and slowly circle the stage with sinuous strides. That gait shifts my perspective, allowing me to drink in Briar’s graceful movements from every angle as she tracks the sound of my loafers scuffing the hardwood.

“Over here,” I rumble with obscured direction. Briar swivels ninety degrees towards my resonant baritone, never faltering in her trajectory. Shite, the earnest way she seeks to please me is staggering.

Sinking onto the leather chaise lounge mere feet away, I prop an elbow on the armrest and watch. I allow the hypnotic cadence of Briar’s advance to sear itself into my being, stoking the embers of desire into an inferno raging through my veins.

“Good girl.” The gravelly murmur slips from my lips, each consonant laced with visceral approval. A shudder visibly wracks Briar’s spine at the hushed benediction, that graceful momentum grinding to a halt while her breath hitches in a gasp. Does she realise how thoroughly she surrenders to the subtlest utterances of my praise?

I find myself bizarrely captivated by the sight of this woman reduced to such a quivering state. All it took was two words from me, and the veil of self-assurance cloaking Briar’s spirit shredded. Leaving nothing but raw, unfiltered need shimmering across each plane of her face, even concealed behind that blindfold.

Christ, the power this entrancing vixen has unwittingly handed me coils around my heart and squeezes. Each inhale dragging cooler air into my lungs stokes the ravenous flames blazing within. I feel untethered from any semblance of restraint, no force possessing the capability to wrench me from Briar’s seductive grasp in this moment.

Shifting my weight, I allow my thighs to part. The subtle cant of my hips presses the rigid line of my cock against my trouser leg, straining behind the fabric like a beast demanding freedom. The hunger clawing at my psyche demands satisfaction, snarling for Briar’s submission.

Perhaps sensing the fresh undercurrents of tension vibrating through the air, Briar’s head swivels towards me like a compass drawn to magnetic north. Those plush lips part on a quivering exhale, torso swaying as if fighting the pull.

Unable to stifle the bestial need a second longer, my hand drops to the buckle of my belt, yanking the leather aside to thumb open the fly beneath. A harsh growl spills past my teeth at the friction of linen abrading my sensitive length as I pull my cock free, Briar’s head jerking in my direction at the sound.

“Crawl over here and choke on my cock, you perfect fucking slut,” I snarl over the slow rasp of my fist stroking along my throbbing shaft. Every muscle in Briar’s body goes rigid, frozen for a couple beats before her thighs shift once more. That graceful slink resumes, each motion radiating desperation to attain her next unspoken benediction. My balls draw up tight at the sight, already anticipating the heat of her throat engulfing my flesh.

Wanton need seems to eclipse whatever shred of decorum clung to Briar. By the time her trembling fingers brush my knee, she’s wheezing through parted lips like some feral thing enthralled by the scent of my arousal. Without ceremony, my free hand snakes around her nape, hauling her upright with brute force.

A protracted whine gurgles from her chest, yet the minx doesn’t offer resistance. Only teeters forward until her core plants against the edge of the chair, tits inches from nuzzling my rigid cock where it remains fisted. Baser instincts take over from proximity alone, her face angling blindly towards the musk of precum beading at my tip.

“Open your filthy mouth and let me skull-fuck you,” I grind out over the roar of blood in my ears. Briar’s lips part in invitation, an agonised whine tearing at her throat.

Every ridge and vein glistens from the trickle of seed leaking down the shaft. Precum smears like warpaint across Briar’s lips without prodding. The frantic pant of need scalding over my cockhead unleashes a fresh swell of desire coiling in my core.

My grip tightens on her nape, exerting pressure to guide her face along my length’s trajectory. Those lips part further with a desperate whimper, nose grazing my trimmed pubes as she runs her tongue over the ladder’s bottom rung.

Another growl rents the air as her exhales waft over my cock. Briar’s lashes flutter against the blindfold, lids squeezing shut in rapture as she drinks in my aroma. Bollocks, I’m perilously close to detonating without even breaching that honeyed mouth.

Since she seems determined to drive me to madness, who am I to begrudge her the courtesy of a formal introduction? With a feral snarl, my hips buck without preamble. The crest of my cock smears across her lips, curved steel rasping against flesh, sliding past to slap her cheek and forehead before reclaiming its starting position.

Briar grunts at the abrupt marking, head rocking back from the force yet never fully dislodging me. A reckless whimper punches free at the unexpected claiming, raw need radiating off her in waves. Desperation exudes from every pore as her torso sways towards me once more, silently pleading for permission to worship my cock.

Acquiescing with a chuckle, I bridge that final distance separating us. My pierced head slots against Briar’s heat, smearing a glistening trail along her lip without fully breaching the sanctuary of her mouth. Taunting her. Testing the limits of her restraint like one might a feral beast starved for sustenance.

And like that slavering creature finally offered succour, Briar lunges with a muffled whine. Her lips fasten around my head with bruising suction, hollowing those cheeks while her tongue laps at the pearls of precum crowning my tip. The euphoric glide of her lips consuming me ignites every nerve ending in a wildfire.

Punching an incoherent stream of obscenities, I throw back my head and bask in the friction scalding my shaft. Tendons cord across Briar’s throat as she works, swallowing around my girth with ravenous gulps that send lightning arcing along every fibre.

Shite, this enthusiastic slut was born to be on her knees.

A ferocious growl tears from my chest as Briar’s throat engulfs me balls-deep. Needing no encouragement, I brace one palm against the cushion, splaying the other against the back of her skull. My hips promptly begin pistoning in sharp thrusts. Each slam buries my length until the flared ridge butts against the convulsive clutch of her throat, forcing her to submit inch by inch to the ruthless face-fucking.

Briar’s larynx constricts around the invader lodged in her gullet, triggering her gag reflex. Yet she doesn’t retreat, merely wheezing past the obstruction with resolve as ropes of drool streak down her chin. Defiant to the last, clinging to that mercurial shift between submission and rebellion that enthrals me.

“Take it all, all the way down,” I rasp through gritted teeth, punctuating the command by jackhammering my hips. The lewd squelch of my pelvis colliding with Briar’s face resounds like a depraved overture. Each thrust buries me fully, her throat fluttering in convulsive swallows to accommodate the invasion of not just my cock but the steel adorning it.

By the time I’m hammering into her with abandon, harsh slaps ringing out to accompany the wet squelch of her spit-soaked lips getting pulverised, Briar’s body has gone utterly lax. Nothing more than a boneless weight dangling from my grasp, surrendering to my primal hungers with trust.

Christ, the sight of this once proudly independent woman allowing herself to be used so viscerally as a cock-sleeve is enthralling. A fresh snarl lashes past my lips as I increase the tempo to frenzied jolts, that taut abdomen undulating with the strain of suppressing her gag reflex.

“You’re doing so fucking well,” I growl down at the dishevelled vision, “letting me skull-fuck you into a drooling mess while onlookers drink in your debasement.”

Pearly streaks of drool and precum mingle in rivulets from the corners of Briar’s mouth, glistening across her cheekbones like depraved cosmetics. Those lush lips remain tight around my cock, lids fluttering behind the blindfold as she fights her body’s urge to retch with each stroke into her gullet.

Every ragged breath that wheezes past her nostrils further ignites the primitive hunger blazing through my veins. I’m untethered from restraint, my world narrowing to the friction of Briar’s throat milking me. Those slender fingers claw at my knees as she surrenders, not to pleasure but the debasement of being used solely for my gratification.

A spasm of ecstasy blinds me as that coiling furnace in my groin detonates. Fists clench in Briar’s curls, locking her in place as the first blast of seed scorches down her throat. Wave after wave of hot spend paints the velvety confines, my balls drawing up tight as every muscle seizes in rapture’s throes.

Even as the pleasure ebbs, my hips keep jerking in shallow thrusts, wringing every rivulet of cream from the spurting crown. Only when the final tremor shudders through me do I withdraw from that ruined orifice, allowing Briar to collapse in a panting, drooling heap against my thigh.

My cock remains erect despite the abuse, glistening with spit and cum. Snapping my head away from the expectant hush blanketing our captivated audience, I drink in Briar laid bare at my feet with undisguised gratification. Thankfully, she has surrendered the last vestiges of her defiance, at least for now.

“Well?” The succinct demand slices through the weighted silence. Hansley’s hooded gaze flicks over Briar’s dishevelled form sprawled in my lap before that granite countenance softens. A subtle dip of her chin is the only response required to convey I’ve passed this latest crucible in Briar’s Trials.