3 comments/ 24900 views/ 2 favorites Brianna's Story Ch. 01 By: AngelSub Brianna sat in the staff break room taking a small break before her next rounds. Her mind was a morass of thoughts. Was Callie alright? Was Brie herself doing the right thing? Well, there really was no help for it she thought. Callie was a grown woman, wasn't she? Suddenly her pager went off, breaking into her thoughts as the overhead announcement blared "Code blue room 328. Code blue room 328. All visitors please refrain from using the elevators for the next five minutes. Thank you for your cooperation." Brie jumped up from her chair, her mind going quickly to the job ahead and the patient in room 328. Josh was only seventeen and Brie had fallen in love with him in the three months she had been taking care of him. She had been working in her capacity as a respiratory therapist in the emergency department when he was brought in with third degree burns on July forth. Josh's dad was supposed to work the fireworks display in one of the local city parks but he had gotten drunk and passed out. Josh knew they couldn't afford to lose the income, so he had taken his father's place. Unfortunately his father had made some faulty connections and when Josh went to fix it, the display blew up into a fireball. Josh had been at the center and had taken the brunt of the explosion. Since then his body had tried to fail him many times, but Brie had thought he was over the worst of it. As she reached the room Brie summed up the situation. A nurse was doing compressions trying to restart his heart. Brie quickly moved to the head of the bed, took the bag, turned on the oxygen and started breathing for Josh. As she watched the nurses push drugs into his IV, she prayed that he would make it through this. Dr. Weaver entered the room and asked what had happened. Brie listened as Josh's nurse for the night shift filled him in. Dr. Weaver ordered atropine to be administered. Brie could only stare for a moment and then cut in. "Dr. Weaver, you can't give him atropine." "Don't tell me what I can't do! I said give him the drug!" Brie took a deep breath before trying again, "Dr. Weaver, Josh is allergic to atropine." The doctor just gave her a cold look and ordered that epinephrine keep being given. "Hold compressions." Brie looked at the monitor hoping for a sign of life. There! A blip, another, then another, Brie let out the breath she hadn't been aware she was holding. Dr. Weaver looked around, "good job team." He gave Brie one last look and left the room. Brie hooked Josh back up to the ventilator and pushed the hair out of his eyes. As she looked at him, she couldn't help but think how much he had been through and how much he still had to go. She walked out of Josh's room and to the nurse's station. Betty, the night supervisor was there making notes. She looked up as Brie approached and her eyes filled with pity. "Brie, I know you have the patient's best interest at heart. I also know there will consequences from tonight. Dr. Weaver asked for your name." "What can he do Betty? I didn't do anything wrong! You were here the last time Joshie was given atropine, it nearly killed him!" "I know, but Dr. Weaver is the head of the burn unit. You could have been a little more diplomatic. You are one of the best therapists we have and I don't want to lose you! He could have you up on disciplinary charges before the board, not to mention your license." "On what charge Betty? If he bothered to keep up with his patients he would have known that Joshie was allergic." In disgust Brie walked out of the unit back to the break room to take some aspirin. She knew Betty was right. Some doctors had the God complex down to a T. Dr. Weaver was definitely was of these. He walked around the hospital as if he owned the place, which, she supposed was not a bad analogy. The board of directors let him get away with practically everything and now she was in his firing line. Brie managed to make it through the rest of the night without incident and went home. She needed to talk to Callie something fierce! But Callie was in Colorado meeting with a Dom. Brie really didn't understand what it was all about, but she was trying to support her friend in what she felt she needed to do. She called Callie's cell phone, listening to the ringing and then voice mail. Brie left a message thinking how bad she really needed her here. Deciding a hot bath would help, she went to the bathroom to run the water and add the oil. Thank goodness she didn't work tonight! She needed a couple of days to clear her head. She slipped into the hot water and eased back to let the warmth take the tension from her body. While she tried to clear her mind and relax the phone rang. She had a handset next to her on the floor so she looked at the caller ID. Great, the hospital, the machine could pick up. She would see what they wanted later. Brie finally relaxed as the water grew cool. She was getting out of the tub when someone knocked on her door. She was wrapping a robe around her body when the knocking became pounding she went to see who was being so impatient. Brie looked through the peephole and fell back on her heels as her mind reeled. Dr. Weaver was pounding on her door looking like an avenging angel. "Just a minute!" Trying to compose herself, Brie took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob. As she opened the door, Dr. Weaver pushed his way in. "Excuse me, but just what the hell do you think you are doing?" Brie demanded. "Shut up and sit down!" "First of all doctor, I am off the clock. Second, this is my home, not the hospital. You do not have the right to barge in!" Brie was so mad she was shaking. Dr. Greg Weaver took stock of the woman before him. Brianna James was about 30, 5"3', 120 pounds with emerald eyes that were spitting sparks at him. He remembered flame colored hair that was up in a towel at the moment. "Please sit down, we need to talk." His tone changed to cajoling. Brie contrarily did not want to sit just because he wanted her to. But her better sense won out, she knew she needed to straighten this out with him before it went any farther. She sat on the end of the couch as far from him as she could get. He sat down next to her. For some reason that Brie couldn't comprehend this disturbed her. Greg Weaver was a handsome man in his late 40's with black hair lightly peppered with grey. He had deep set brown eyes and a wide smile when he was getting his way. "You wanted to talk, so talk." Brie told him. He scowled at her as he gathered his thoughts which had quickly changed to other things when she had sat down and her robe had gaped open. "What you did was inexcusable Brianna." He began. "Stop for just one minute. What did I do that was so bad? I stopped you from giving a patient a drug that could kill him. I don't consider that a hanging offense." "While that is true, you called me on it in front of the entire code team." "Was I supposed to let the drug be given and then say by the way doctor, you screwed up?" "Certainly not, but there are ways to respectfully address superiors." "Doctor it was a code. Tensions are high. I'm sorry if I offended you, but I have taken care of Josh Myers for 3 months, in fact I was there when they brought him in. I know his chart front to back. If I am not an advocate for him, who will be?" She asked softly. "Well, I have to admire your passion for your patient's welfare, but I wonder if you are not too close to this one?" "This may get me fired, but maybe you are not close enough." Brie was startled by his burst of laughter. "Okay, you may have a point, Brianna. Tell you what, let's try starting over. Why don't you get dressed and let me take you out to breakfast?" "I really don't think that would be a good idea Dr. Weaver." "Call me Greg." "No, that would definitely be a bad idea. We have a professional relationship and I won't jeopardize my position." She looked at Greg with a determined light in her eye. As he stood to leave he offered her a parting shot. "Alright, I'll accept that for now. But, Brianna I won't take no for long. I am not a patient man." He quietly closed the door behind him. Brie shivered at his words, not sure if they were a threat or a promise. That day seemed to be a turning point. Greg would not leave her alone. It seemed to Brie that every time she turned around he was there. About a week after the code Greg summoned Brie to his office. "Brie, I'm taking you to dinner tonight." "I already told you Dr. Weaver that is not a good idea." "And I told you two things; first call me Greg, second I am not a patient man and my patience has come to an end. I will be at your house at seven. Be ready." Brie walked out of Greg's office muttering under her breath. Of all the high handed, egotistical, conceited demands. Maybe she didn't find him attractive. Did he think of that? Oh, who was she kidding? The man was a walking wet dream. Well, she would show him anyway. She didn't have to go now did she? Brie waited nervously for the doorbell that evening. She would tell him politely thanks, but no thanks. Although, to be honest, that hadn't worked too well this morning in his office. She paced in her living room, not being able to sit still. What was it about the man that made her so nervous? Granted, he could hurt her career, but it was something more than that. Greg disturbed her on a personal level. As the thoughts continued to tumble through her mind, the phone rang startling her. "Hi Brie." "Oh Callie! I miss you so much! How are you?" The words just tumbled out of Brie's mouth as her best friend listened with concern. She let the frustration and need fill her voice. Callie, for her part just listened and let her friend vent. When Brie's words drifted off Callie finally broke into the silence. "First of all, I am better than I have been in years and although I know you care about me, that isn't what you want to know. Brie, I have long suspected something and I think I am right. But, it is something you will have to find out for yourself. I think the reason Greg bothers you so much is that you can't control him. You have always been in control of any relationship you have ever had. Just see where this one takes you." "Callie, the man is technically my boss. It could end up very bad." "Or, it could end up being the best thing that ever happened to you." Callie said quietly. "I'm so confused. I don't know what to do!" "I know you don't, but just try going with it Brie, just let go for once in your life. I have to go now, remember I love you and I'll talk to you soon." Brie hung up the phone thinking about Callie's words 'just let go for once in your life,' could she really do that she wondered. She paced some more and then went to get dressed. When the knock sounded precisely at seven, Brie was dressed and ready for Greg. He was dressed handsomely in slacks and a dress shirt. "You look beautiful. I'm glad to see you are ready. I was afraid I would have to drag you out of here kicking and screaming." "You almost did. I talked to a friend though and she convinced me that maybe I was being too hard on you." They went to the car and he started driving through the neighborhood. "Where are we going?" Brie wanted to know. "Someplace I think you will like very much." They arrived at a spacious house on the other side of town. Greg escorted Brie up to the front door and led her through the house. "Where are we?" "My house, I want to get to know you Brie and not in some impersonal restaurant. I made dinner and want you to relax. Would you like a glass of wine?" "Um, sure, I guess." Brie stammered out. This is not what she had been expecting at all. He handed her the crystal glass with her wine while she looked around his spacious home. "Like what you see? I had it built about five years ago." "It's beautiful." And it really was; all wood and glass backed onto a wooded acre. A gorgeous view to dine by. As they ate and talked Brie found herself relaxing and enjoying herself. Greg was an interesting and knowledgeable companion. She found herself becoming a little emboldened by the wine and staring at his lips. When they were clearing the table Brie found herself brushing up against Greg and becoming aroused. As the last dish was put in the kitchen, Greg pulled her into his arms and met her lips with a hungry intensity that drained Brie of any thought. His tongue snaked into her mouth dueling with her own until he had her moaning and pulling him to her. Greg ran his hands over her voluptuous body undressing her before she even realized what he had intended. When she stood naked before his admiring gaze he pulled her into another room. Brie looked at the equipment in the room and tried to bolt but he held her firm. "You won't elude me tonight Brianna." He dragged her to a table where he laid her down, securing her arms and legs to the four corners. Brie struggled, testing the bonds that held her fast. "You can't do this! I will turn you in!" "I don't think so, Brianna. I am going to show you who is in control now. Something someone should have shown you years ago." He took something from a table that looked like a ball with leather strips running through it. He attached this to her head making sure the ball was firmly in her mouth. Brie could only groan helplessly around the gag. He then did something with the table and the end dropped out from under her leaving her bottom hanging in the air. He took something else from the table and moved to her left side. He began playing with her breast, paying particular attention to her nipple until it was hard and swollen with need then he took the clamp from his hand and tightened it on the blood engorged nub causing Brie to scream behind the gag. Greg walked around the table and played with the other breast and nipple in much the same way, taking the peak into his mouth to suckle and bite until she writhed. The clamp biting into her flesh caused a fire to begin to spread throughout Brie's body. She felt the moisture gathering in her cunt, her body betraying her need. She watched as Greg caressed her stomach and stepped back to undress. "This is what you need Brianna, whether you know it or not. This is what you ache for." He stepped between her outstretched legs and reached a hand between her thighs. She felt his fingers on her sex and moaned with helplessness. He smiled as he found her wet and needy. Wanting his touch, she tried to wiggle closer to the tormenting fingers. He laughed as she blushed at her wanton behavior. "Yes, this is what you need." He leaned down and ran his tongue over her breasts rubbing his hard cock over her swollen clit. His tongue slapped at her trapped nipples causing her to moan and electric sparks to spread through her body. He continued his exploration of her torso with his tongue as he ran his tongue down her stomach to dip into her naval. Greg moved further down to her cunt that was now flowing freely. He ran his tongue up the wet slit to taste her essence. He then began to lap at her cunt enjoying the taste and the whimpers she was making. Brie squirmed in her bonds, not sure whether she was trying to get closer or get away. He was doing delicious things to her body and she could feel the orgasm growing. Greg rose up guiding his rock hard cock to the dripping cunt before him. Slowly he pushed into the tightness that was Brianna. When he was in to the hilt, he stopped to savor the hot, tight glove that now held him. "Now Brianna, you are mine!" Greg began to fuck her hard and fast, reaching up to play with her tortured nipples. The orgasm that had threatened burst through Brie like a fire raging out of control. Her body tensed and then bucked hard as it raged through her body. Greg felt the contractions grip him in a vice. At her peak he removed the clamps which sent her on another tidal wave of pleasure. As Brie screamed over and over he spilled himself deep into her ravaged body. When she lay limp and exhausted, he tenderly removed the gag from her mouth. Brie worked her jaw and looked up at him. Greg looked into her eyes and kissed her long and deep. "That was just the start, Brianna." Brianna's Story Ch. 02 The next day Brie was sore and aching, her mind going over the events of the previous night. Had she really lost all control? Had she really enjoyed it? She blushed as she remembered she had more than enjoyed it, she had reveled in it, gloried to his total possession. As the thoughts went round and round in her head she wondered if this was what Callie had tried to explain to her. Just the thought of her was enough. Brie missed her horribly. Callie would be home soon. Brie could only think, not soon enough. The days passed and Brie was conscious of Greg as never before. She knew when he walked into a room. He haunted her dreams. Her body ached for his touch. She knew she was in trouble, but for the life of her she couldn't get him out of her mind. A few days later Brie found herself at Greg's office door. She reached up to knock and stopped. What was she doing? Had she gone out of her mind? Just as she convinced herself to leave, the door opened. Brie could only stare up into Greg's eyes helpless to speak. Greg could see the need in Brie, knew she was helpless to fight her body and heart. He knew she still didn't understand what was happening. He wanted to be the one to teach her, to show her, to guide her. He knew that in the end she would be magnificent when she finally gave up control and realized she was submissive to her core. Greg pulled her into his office and shut the door behind her. "What do you want Brianna?" "I don't know." She whispered. "I don't know what I'm doing here." Brie pleaded with her eyes. "Be at my house at eight tonight Brianna. Do not be late." Brie walked out of the office and let out a breath she hadn't been aware of holding. Her emotions were a mass of butterflies fighting to free themselves of her body. She felt weak and her knees were shaking. She knew she would be at Greg's house that night. What she didn't know was why? Brie felt out of control something she had never been in her life. As alien as it was, it was also tinged with excitement. As Brie pulled up to Greg's house that night, she again wondered at herself. Her body seemed to have a will of its own, and it wanted Greg. With a trembling hand she knocked on his door. He led her straight to his playroom. "Take off your clothes slowly for me Brianna." Her hands reached up to do his bidding without her conscious thought. When she bent over to lower her panties down over her calves he told her, "once the panties are gone, spread your legs wide and hold on to your ankles." Brie felt vulnerable and open, bent over and spread wide for his inspection. She felt his hands on her thighs, running over her heated skin as goose flesh broke out. She felt the wetness start in her sex, readying her body. His fingers roamed up over the bottom displayed so temptingly before him. He wanted to see it redden under the paddle, but not just yet. Greg ran two fingers between her lips and felt the wetness saturate his invading digits. Moving further up he pinched her clit, causing Brie to gasp and jerk in surprise. He put a restraining hand on her hip. "You are not to move Brianna. I will explore your body to MY satisfaction. You want this. You don't understand it, but you want it. You want what I can give you. You need me to teach you, and I will." He lightly tapped on her clit and Brie could not hold back the cry that was only part pain. Greg noted the effect the slight slap had on Brie. Her juices were flowing freely. "Stand up Brianna, keep your legs spread and clasp your hands behind your neck." Greg watched the full breasts slightly bounce with her ragged breathing as they were proudly thrust forth in her new position. The nipples were very hard and engorged as her excitement built. He reached out to cup those breasts in his palms. He ran his thumbs over the peaks. Brie shivered at the pleasure that coursed through her body. His touch was doing things to her that none had ever done. "I am going to do things to you Brianna. I am going to show you what you need and what you crave. I know what you desire, what is in your deepest heart even though you don't. I will teach you what it is to be owned. To belong to someone as never before, to serve as you need to serve, to be treasured for who you truly are." "I'm scared. I have never felt like this before. You confuse me." "I know this is all new to you. Trust me and let yourself go Brianna." She started to shake her head and Greg held her still. He looked deep into her emerald eyes. "You will be mine. Accept it and let go. I will help you." He led her over to a corner of the room where a St. Andrews cross was set up. "Step up on the platform and raise your hands to the top of the cross." Brie did and watched as he strapped her wrists to the cross. Then she felt him spread her legs and strap her ankles to the bottom. "Now I am going to blindfold you Brianna. This is to help you let go. You will need to reach out with your other senses." He felt the tremble that ran through her body as the blindfold lowered over her eyes. She could feel the warmth of his body as he pressed up against her back. "You are so beautiful Brianna, open and vulnerable to me." Greg was whispering in her ear, sending sparks of pleasure shooting down her spine. "Your skin is so soft and pliant begging for my touch. Your breasts fill my hands to overflowing, the nipples hard and aching for my mouth to take them. Your ass begs to be spanked by my hand, turned to a delicious shade of pink. Your sweet, wet cunt waits to grip my cock like a silken glove. Your mouth begs to be kissed and filled with my cum." As his voice flowed over Brie, she seemed to lose herself in his words. She could feel each part that he spoke of tingle and tighten, ache to be used as he described her body in detail. He stepped back and she felt cold. Suddenly warmth striped her back. Brie cried out as sensation ripped through her body. The flogger found its mark again and again as Brie strained in her bonds. Her body was on fire. Greg stopped and again pressed his body to hers. Brie pressed her abused back to him as tightly as she could. She wanted to feel him, all of him. "Please, please take me." She begged. "Not yet Brianna, does your body feel on fire? Do you need relief baby?" Her answer was to moan and push her body to him even more. He pushed his leg up to her sex letting her rub her aching clit on the rough material. "It's okay Brianna, let go. Just let yourself feel. I'm right here with you. Feel my hands on your swollen breasts. Feel my fingers pinching and twisting your aching nipples. It feels good doesn't, baby? Feel my body with yours, let go!" Greg bit into her shoulder and Brie screamed as the orgasm tore through her body. Wave after wave seemed to shatter her senses and leave her drained in their wake. She slumped in her bonds against Greg as the last crest finally ebbed. Greg released her and caught her as her knees gave way. He sat down in a chair and pulled a blanket around her naked body, holding her close. When she had rested, she looked up at him. "What would you have of me?" "All of you. But at this moment, I want you on your knees. My cock is aching to be in your mouth." Brie slowly slid off of Greg's lap to her knees. She reached up to unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. He raised his hips slightly to give her room to pull his pants down. She pulled his shoes off and then his pants. She lightly kissed her way up his legs to the juncture of his thighs. Brie took his shaft in her hand and kissed the head, savoring the texture against her lips. Her tongue reached out and licked at the underside of the mushroom head. Greg shuddered and Brie felt emboldened. She opened her mouth and took the head into the hot, wet cavern. She started sucking on just the head encouraging the precum to flow onto her tongue. Slowly, taking more and more of him into her mouth, Brie worked his erection. She loved the way he filled her almost to overflowing. She wanted him to fill her mouth with his delicious cum. Brie worked faster and kept moving until he was in the back of her throat. She tried to relax her muscles to allow him entrance. Greg grabbed the back of her head and started pumping into Brie's all consuming mouth. Just when she thought she couldn't take it, Greg erupted onto her waiting tongue. She swallowed as fast as she could. She wanted all of him. When she was done she looked up at him and smiled. "Brianna you are a very special woman. You are a true born submissive." She started to speak but he stopped her. "No, I want you to hear me out first. I want you to think about what I am telling you. You don't like people to be upset with you, you will bend over backwards to work it out with someone that is angry with you. You want to please people. You want to serve. And in your deepest heart, you want to please and serve one person." Brie thought about his words. No, she didn't like people to be mad at her. Yes, she did like to please people. Was the rest true? Thinking about it logically, it was. If she could be special to just one person, to serve and please and .... Oh God! She did want to be owned, to give herself completely. She looked to Greg with dawning horror in her eyes, her own thoughts scaring her to her toes. "But, I can't want this. It isn't right. I shouldn't want to owned and dominated." "Brianna, it is right. Just because it is not what is considered 'normal' does not make it wrong. We will go slowly. I will help you understand. I have wanted you since I first met you and you will be mine." "Now that you have started to accept, we will begin your training. Lie across my lap Brianna." Brie got up from the floor and placed herself across Greg's lap. "You will keep your hands on the floor. I am going to spank you now. Your ass begs for a firm hand and I am tired of holding mine." Brie felt the first blow and though it stung, it wasn't so bad. The second was harder and she gasped at the sting. The next had her crying out and starting to squirm. As the spanking continued Brie started to cry. It was starting to hurt more and more. But, underneath, she could also feel a undeniable tingle beginning in her sex. Incredibly this was exciting her! Greg stopped the spanking and rubbed the glowing pink cheeks before him. He had been correct; the color was perfect on her. He reached between her legs and felt the moisture overflowing her lips. "Stand up now Brianna." Shakily she got to her feet. "I want you to lie down on the table and put your feet up in the stirrups." Slowly Brie made her way to the table and hissed as she sat down. She laid down and he helped her put her feet up and adjust her position on the table until he was satisfied. He strapped her legs in and put a strap at her waist. "You are free to move your hands. You may stimulate your breasts if you wish. However, do not reach below your waist Brianna. If you do, you will be punished and your hands will be tied down." Greg pulled a table over by her legs and sat on a stool between her thighs. She felt his hot breath on her sex and a shiver raced through her body. She felt his tongue delve into her body and couldn't stop the moan of pleasure. "You taste so sweet Brianna, so creamy." As his tongue continued its assault on her cunt, Brie felt his fingernails roaming on the sensitive skin of her rear. The line between pain and pleasure was blurring. She felt his tongue moving back until finally it touched her anus. "No, not there. You can't do that." "Brianna, you are now mine to do with as I please. You will deny me nothing. Now, just relax and let go." His tongue plundered her and she finally abandoned herself to the sensation. She felt something cold and then felt stretched as a finger entered her virgin ass. When a second was added she groaned. "Please, no more." "Shh, just relax baby. It will get better in a minute. Play with your nipples." He started sucking on her clit and Brie felt herself relaxing and even liking the intruders stretching her sphincter. Then Greg began to pump the fingers in and out of her body. She began to move in time with the fingers trying to take more of them into her. Suddenly, something bit into her clit and she screamed as her body tried to rid itself of the intruder. Greg stood and removed his fingers from her grasping ass. "I have put on a clit clamp Brianna. It will take a moment for you to get used to it." He guided his raging cock to her dripping sex and very slowly entered her. As his body touched the clamp the fire burning in Brie exploded. Her nails raked the table as the only thing she could reach. Her body convulsed and flew in a million different directions. Her mind exploded and nothing seemed real except where his body joined hers. As she floated back to reality, she saw Greg looking at her with wonder. Brianna's Story Ch. 03 After having finally given in to Greg and her own mind and body, Brie suddenly felt free. All her life she had felt like she had to be in control, had to know exactly where she was going and how to get there. Now, she wanted nothing more than to let Greg lead her. To have him be in control and take her where he wanted her to go. It was scary for her but in a good way. Greg was taking her to heights she had never dreamed of. She had never thought of herself as someone who would enjoy pain or depravation or bondage, but she found herself looking forward to seeing Greg and what he would do to and with her next. Her body responded to his slightest touch, the mere tickle of his breath on her skin could send her to the point of orgasm. Greg, for his part found himself totally infatuated with Brianna. He loved her responsiveness and willingness to serve. She seemed to put everything she had into pleasing him. Greg decided he needed to take her to the next step. He needed to push her a little more. "I want you to be at my house at eight tomorrow night Brianna." Greg told her the next afternoon. "Yes Sir." She replied as she wondered what the night would hold. As she knocked on his door, Brie nervously smoothed down her skirt. Greg answered telling her to come inside. As she started for the playroom, he stopped her telling her they were going out. "Going out? Where to?" "A club downtown, but we need to make some adjustments." He told her. "First, I want you to remove your bra. Then I am going to insert a vibrator into you. I will hold the controller and turn it on and off at my whim. You will dance and entice with your swaying breasts as I amuse myself with playing with you." A shiver ran through Brie at Greg's words. The thought of him controlling her from a distance made her wet. She removed her bra and left her blouse partially unbuttoned as he instructed. Then he led her to the playroom where he had her bend over a table. Greg pulled her panties down and off her legs. He ran his hands over her backside enjoying the way she squirmed at his touch. He could just she her parted lips glistening moistly. He took a small vibrator with a thin belt attached and pushed it between those thickening lips. The belt was quickly attached around her hips and he gave the controller a testing start. Brie jumped slightly and moaned as her hips undulated to the vibrations going on in her sex. Greg smiled to himself and told her it was time to go. In the car Greg kept up small touches to her nipples and thighs, teasing her to keep her on edge. When they reached the club, the music pulsed all around. It seemed to Brie it pulsed inside her also as deeply as the vibrator when Greg turned it on. Sometimes it was just a short burst, others it was a long pulse that had her juices flowing. He got them drinks and a place to sit. After she finished her drink he ordered her on to the dance floor. He watched as she moved to the music, taking the opportunity to tease her with the vibrator at times. Greg would wait until her eyes closed and the beat of the music had her in its grip to turn it on high and throw her into a tailspin, then he would lower the frequency and let her body take over once again. Greg watched as a man came up behind Brie and started to dance with her. He watched as the man took her hips in his hands and led her in an undulating motion that had her ass rubbing against the increasing bulge in the front of his pants. Her arms raised and came down on the head of the man behind her. Greg waited until she rubbed against the man of her own accord and turned the vibrator up to full. He could see her lips part and knew her breath had rushed out. Brie began a mating dance in the middle of the floor as Greg watched. As the music ended Brie made her way back to Greg. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her until her head was spinning and she was dizzy with the desire to do anything he asked. He ordered her another drink and turned the vibrator off. She seemed to melt as the stimulus was removed. When the drink arrived, she drank thirstily trying to cool the fires that had begun to rage within her. Greg ran his hand up her thigh lightly, teasing the skin, causing a tremor to run through Brie. His tongue teased at her ear, causing her to close her eyes and a groan to escape her parted lips. His hand skimmed up her thigh under her skirt to tease her clit just a bit. Brie stiffened as she almost came. Greg whispered in her ear, "You are not allowed to cum just yet, Brianna. If you do, I will punish you severely." Brie held on, but it was very difficult. The alcohol was swirling in her head along with the desire that Greg that had been slowly building in her all night. "I believe it is time for you to dance again Brianna." She managed to make her way to the dance floor in a sensual haze. Once there a man immediately came up to her and took her in his arms. As Greg watched, the man stuck his leg between Brie's and moved his hands to her rounded cheeks to grind her against his leg. Her head fell back and her eyes closed. They began moving to the pounding music and Greg turned the vibrator buried deep in her pussy up to full. He could see the sweat break out on Brie's skin and knew she was close. When the song was over Greg met her at the edge of the floor. "It's time to go." They made their way out to the car and once inside, he ordered her to open his pants. Brie eagerly reached over to open his zipper and pull his thick, hard cock out. Her mouth descended on the head, wanting so badly to please and serve this man. Greg groaned as he felt the hot, wet cavern close over his engorged member. Her tongue went to work, laving at the velvety feeling skin that was hard as steel underneath. She engulfed the entire length until she could feel it entering her throat. She gagged as it went further down, Greg pushing her head. When he allowed, she began moving up and down the length, running her tongue over and over the head. Soon, Greg grabbed her head and began his own pace. Brie could do nothing but hold on. He began moving faster and soon shot his nectar deep into her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could, trying to keep every drop. When he was done, Brie cleaned him up and put him back into his pants. Greg started the car and drove home.