Brie Visits Master's Italy (After Graduation, #7) by Red Phoenix Page B

than Sir, she was a good swimmer and thought she could make it before he caught up.
    She heard a splash. Sir was coming for her…
    Brie kept her eye on her destination. He would not apprehend her easily if she could help it. Brie tried not to think about his long powerful strokes as she swam until she felt hands grabbing at her legs. She screamed and was rewarded with a mouthful of salt water.
    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