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</div>Brigitte was desperate in those brief moments between her desperate plea to cum and Regents demand that she do so.  It was probably only the span of a dozen heart beats, but each throb of his hard cock inside of her reverberated with a sensation she hadn't felt in years.  She would have denied with all sincerity that there was anything missing in her life with Mistress.  But that living pulse of him so deep inside of her made it impossible to deny, however, that this was something she hadn't realized she had missed.  She would not claim to have been denied in any fashion, but god it was an undeniable reminder that this was indeed a man inside of her.<br/><br/>Of course Mistress had not found just any man to lend her prized<i>Chaton </i>to for even a day let alone this months long engagement.  The man chosen to be Regent over Brigitte was an experienced lover who knew how to please a woman.  This much was obvious to Brigitte even now.  Mistress may well have warmed up her<i>Chaton </i>with her own exceptional talents, but it was Sterling's cock and talented fingers she would remember bringing her over the edge into bliss this day.<br/><br/>The genesis of this coupling may have been business negotiations, in some ways making Brigitte little more than a high class prostitute in the eyes of some, but that would ignore the devotion between the two women that went well beyond business.  The Regent may never reach that level of connection with her, but she would deny him nothing in the name of her Mistress.  She would also treat him with a level of devotion that could not be bought with cash alone.<br/><br/>Brigitte was not unfamiliar with the egos of men when it came to pleasuring women.  Though she often suspected men of equating pleasuring with conquering when their egos were involved.  While she would not fake an orgasm for the Regent, or any man, neither would she attempt to hide the pleasure honestly given by him.  She was under no instruction from or obligation to Mistress to deny her own pleasure and her response would be true and genuine.<br/><br/>Their relative positions, both supine with her on top, spoke highly of Regents physical prowess and stamina.  Brigitte could not recall ever being driven to climax in such a fashion.  The way his technique lifted her as much as conquered her was as unique as it was precious.  Her body quivered and her mind could only focus on her need to not climax until he finally uttered his ascent.  She had been well trained in climaxing only with permission, a standing rule in Mistress' boudoir but she was quickly being driven to the point beyond control.<br/><br/>He turned her head for a kiss, one last delightful hurdle for her to clear, or so she hoped, before he would give her the consent she so desperately needed.  One might not think she could spread her legs wider, but she complied in a show of flexibility that might make an Olympic gymnast jealous.  As their kiss broke the demand was finally articulated.<br/><br/>In this case, she was able to comply with the immediacy his words and tone demanded.  Her body reacted to sit bolt upright, but he held her face and torso in place as she strained against him, clearly in control of her posture as well as her pleasure.  Her core muscles clenched his cock as if wanting to milk him of the seed she wasn't even sure he was allowed to fill her with.  But such considerations were not her concern.  "Oh...oh....mmmm...uugghhhnnnn" her usually precise and articulate phrasing turned to feral gibberish as she came atop him and around his cock.  "oh ouiiiiiii mon Régent oh ouiiiiii"  She cried out just before relaxing atop of him, her pussy still quivering but her body spent.