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</div>Hearing Brigitte's plea for release held more than a mere request to the dominant's ears. The detached demeanor she exuded while in the presence of her Mistress had ebbed to a trickle, and her words and actions betrayed a shift in her yearning for desire that Sterling did not expect--and although unanticipated, the energy Brigitte freely enacted in salacious offering was most welcomed. Laying with her back upon Sterling's muscled chest and abdomen, she seemed to writhe like a bitch in heat rather than the passive, sex-toy whose leash Mistress Minny handed over. Granting that Brigitte's Domme had warmed Brigitte up, Sterling held a thrill knowing that his actions had brought this loaned French woman to the point of orgasm so quickly.<br/><br/>Pleasuring a beautiful woman generated a lustful pride in men who sought sexual conquest. And though he had given up his days of trite philandering long ago, that lingering vestige remained: nothing stoked the ego like making a gorgeous woman erupt in rapturous orgasm. Unbeknownst to her, Brigitte held an esteem for Sterling--she was the most beautiful women he'd ever encountered. The discipline required to tamped down the pride that threatened to surge and consume the man's ego was immense, but he focused and continued urging the woman toward the brink as he prepared to allow her life's greatest pleasure.<br/><br/>Both supine, Sterling rode Brigitte from below while rubbing the submissive's drenched pussy and clit with inhuman focus and attention to her pleasure. Sterling's prowess could easily have been misconstrued as secondary to the women he fucked; yet his efforts were not sublimated but motivating and galvanizing--he became the undercurrent that fueled her meteoric rise to sexual heights as well as the technician who summoned her ultimate pleasure with tactics honed over years of domination. He observed her with penetrating eyes of terrible light-brown; his right hand quickly having become a fluid mess, his left hand ceased fondling Brigitte's tit and slid up her chest to roughly surround the French woman's pretty throat. Sterling always held women at the upper portion of their necks, as it served to direct their face as he willed. Brigitte learned the utility of his technique as her face was twisted to his waiting kiss.<br/><br/>Although her question lingered in the air filled with the sounds of sloppy fornication, the question was not whether Brigitte would orgasm--that much was certain. Sterling concealed a personal agenda well within the scope and purview of his authority delegated by the submissive's owner:<i>he wanted nothing less than to break Brigitte with desire</i>. Even if the result of his carnal work amounted to a minor fracturing of her willpower, Sterling aimed to give her something that she'd never experience before ... something she would never forget. Her memories and sexual life with her Mistress could never be forgotten, but Sterling felt a compelling need to prove himself and cleave their erotic souls in sympathetic union--not in place of Mistress Minny, but alongside in conjoined parallel yearning of mutual lust.<br/><br/>Their tongues wrestled with passion before the kiss broke. Foreheads touched and eyes stared an inch apart as Sterling spoke the words Brigitte begged with the tone she used. "Spread your legs ... wide ...," he commanded, panting from the exertion of curling himself up inside of her repeatedly. "You're my gorgeous slut ... I need you to cum on my cock ... do it ... cum<b>NOW</b>!" he told her in no uncertain terms.<br/><br/>Brigitte's body could flail all it wanted, her pussy would run or squirt her liquid desire freely; Sterling controlled her torso and face. Sterling stared into his new submissive's eyes like the proverbial windows into her soul, breathless at what her dark pools would exhibit as she was made to cum like the whore she was made to be.