Brie's Russian Fantasy (After Graduation, #3) (19 page)

Sir returned, dressed in a thick coat, boots and a traditional Russian hat. Brie had to admit he looked charming as a Russian and smiled bashfully at him when he approached. He was carrying a fur for her.

He put it down to release Brie from the chair. Before he untied her, he freed one nipple from the metal clamp, sucking hard on her breast to reduce the pain. She held her breath as he freed the other and encased her nipple with his warm suction. Brie groaned in pleasure. Sir looked up at her before releasing her nipple from his mouth with a sensual pop.

He undid the bindings, picked up the fur, then helped his naked sub into it. Her Master placed a matching hat on her head last, pulling it down over her ears. He gazed at her tenderly. “
Krasivaya
.”

She wasn’t sure of the meaning, but knew by his tone that it was meant as a compliment. Brie wrapped her arms around his bulky frame and pressed against him. Sir helped her into her boots and then took her hand to lead her outside.

The scenery was unbelievably beautiful in its winter splendor. The cabin was next to a secluded lake covered in a thick sheet of ice. Large flakes drifted down lazily, changing direction only when a frigid breeze caught hold of them. She stuck out her tongue to catch one of the huge flakes and giggled when one landed on her nose and melted.

Instead of taking her to the lake, Sir headed into the forest. They walked until he stopped in front of an incredibly tall, ancient-looking tree. Sir pushed her back against it, and opened her coat without warning. The freezing air caressed her naked skin, making her nipples stand to attention, but soon Sir’s warm hands were caressing them.

His fingers moved to her clit and he growled in English, “Your pussy has come twice, but it has not been satisfied. Let me remedy that.” Sir unbuttoned his coat and fumbled with his pants. He pressed her against the tree as he thrust his cock inside her.

Brie cried out in satisfaction, overcome by the feeling of Master’s shaft. So hard, so perfect, so needed… He grunted and lifted her up, giving her all of him. Her fur coat protected her from the roughness of the bark as he pushed into her with abandon.

“Oh, Sir! Oh, God, Sir, yes!” she cried.

He slowed down and looked into her eyes. “I love everything about you, Brie. Your passion, your mind, your body, your need…all of it.” His lips landed on hers again as he made love to her in the forest. Brie watched the large flakes gather on his head and shoulders as he took her. It was magical, this unexpected coupling in the forest.

“I love you,” she lifted her mouth to his ear, “Thane.”

He went wild then, seeking deeper access. Her screams echoed in the forest as she gave herself over completely to his passion. His grunts soon turned into groans as he came close to climaxing.

She closed her eyes so she could feel the moment it happened—the thickening of his cock, the deeper thrusts as he released his essence. “Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Master,” she murmured into his neck as he gave his final thrusts.

Sir pulled out and set her down, then buttoned up her coat and readjusted her hat. He whispered hoarsely, “I have one last surprise.” He zipped his pants and buttoned his coat before taking her hand.

Master took her on a leisurely stroll back to the cabin, allowing her a chance to admire the winter scenery. He pointed out a herd of deer on the other side of the lake. Brie smiled, overcome by the natural beauty of the place. The mountains surrounding them were covered by clouds and the deep silence of the falling snow made it feel like they were the only people in the world.

Brie squeezed Sir’s arm. “I love this place.”

He patted her hand. “As do I, téa, as do I.”

A Gift

W
hen they returned to the cabin, Sir helped her out of her winter clothing and told her to warm herself by the fire. She gladly complied, curling up on the hearth as close to the warmth as her naked skin would allow.

Sir asked Rytsar in a joking tone, “Did you miss us?”

“You, no.
Radost moya
, yes.”

He chuckled good-naturedly. “Fair enough. I find her company far more agreeable than yours as well.”

Rytsar slapped him hard on the back. “Time for some vodka!” He marched to the kitchen and brought back three glasses and a plate of small pickles. He smiled gleefully at Brie. “Tonight we make you a real woman!”

Brie had avoided joining the drinking games the men had enjoyed nearly every night. Today it didn’t look like that was going to be allowed. Rytsar handed her the first glass and passed the other one to Sir.

“Brie, you are expected to drink it in one gulp,” Sir reminded her.

She looked at the large amount Rytsar had poured into the glass and shook her head.

“Do not insult the host,” Rytsar reprimanded, holding up his glass and a pickle.

Sir picked up one of the green appetizers and motioned to Brie. “You should take a bite after you down the drink. It helps, trust me.”

Brie picked up a small pickle and looked at it dubiously.

“Z
a zdarov’ye!
” Rytsar toasted with a mischievous grin.

Sir held up his glass in response to the toast.

They both looked at her expectantly, so she held up her glass and smiled.

Both men exhaled deeply to one side and then threw back their heads and gulped the drink down. Brie was horrified and amazed to see them drink so much at once. Before they were finished she exhaled quickly and threw her head back. She struggled to take a gulp and then another to down the burning liquid. She was about to take a breath when Rytsar tipped the glass back up.

“Drink,” he commanded with a wink.

With determination, she downed the entire glass, tears pricking her eyes as her whole nasal passage burned from the strong alcohol. “Eat,” he said kindly, taking the glass from her and holding the pickle to her lips. She struggled not to cough as she took a small bite.

Rytsar grinned and smacked her on the back. “Well done,
radost moya!”
He immediately poured another glass for all three. Brie looked at Sir nervously.

Sir’s smiled was reassuring. “Russian tradition, little sub, but you can call your safe word.”

“No!” Rytsar laughed. “
Radost moya
is no coward.” He handed her back the glass with the same amount of liquid as the first time. The alcohol was already warming her entire body. It was an agreeable feeling, now she’d got past the initial unpleasantness.

She held up her glass to show her willing participation.

Sir nodded his approval and gave the next toast. “To all the pigheaded aristocrats in the world.”

Rytsar looked properly insulted, but he and Brie clinked glasses.

It was just as much of a struggle as the first time, but she drank it all without any help. Afterwards, she took a big bite of the salty pickle and grinned at both men.

“You are now an honorary Russian,” Rytsar proclaimed, giving her a spirited pat on the back that sent her tumbling into Sir’s arms.

“Had enough?” her Master asked.

It took a few seconds to formulate the correct answer with all the warm yumminess coursing through her. “If it pleases you, Sir.”

He put her glass down and answered, “It does, téa. I think you’ve had enough.” He gave his own glass back to Rytsar. “I, however, would like another.”

Rytsar gladly filled it up. “My turn for the toast.”

Sir nodded with a grin. “You
are
the host.”

Brie had expected to hear a witty insult. Instead Rytsar said, “To you,
moy droog
. You have seen me through great troubles.”

Sir’s face suddenly became solemn. “Same here, my friend.” The two clinked glasses and downed their drinks, giving each other a heartfelt embrace afterwards. It was the most vulnerable Brie had seen Sir, other than with her. In that moment, she understood how close the two really were—like brothers.

Rytsar cleared his throat afterwards. “One more?” he asked, holding up the vodka bottle.

“No. I need to remain clear-headed,” Sir replied.

Rather than giving Sir a hard time, Rytsar nodded and poured himself a drink, then downed it easily. He gave a satisfied sigh and smiled at Brie. “Nothing like vodka to open up the soul.”

Brie giggled, flying on the warm cloud that was consuming her from the inside out.

“Come, Brie,” Sir commanded. She looked over to see him sitting on the couch with his legs spread open.

As she approached Sir, she asked, “How would you like me, Master?”

He patted the area next to him. She giggled, finding it funny that he didn’t want her between his legs. She gracefully sat down next to her Master. Sir told her to lay her head on his lap, and he began stroking her hair.

Rytsar joined them, sitting on the other side of Sir. He sighed loudly after he’d sat down. “I will miss you, peasant. It has been good to have you in my homeland.”

Sir continued petting Brie’s hair as he spoke. Tingles of electricity ran down her spine as his deep voice rumbled. “It is a shame it must end, Donkova. This has reminded me of old times.”

Rytsar chuckled. “
Da
.”

Brie closed her eyes and fell into the pleasant warmth of the vodka and the soothing feel of Sir’s touch.

Her Master continued, “I can’t imagine why I waited so long to visit.”

“It’s all right, idiot.”

Brie giggled on Sir’s lap. They definitely sounded like brothers.

“Did your sub just disrespect me?” Rytsar asked.

“I’m not sure.” Sir lifted her chin. “Did you just disrespect my longtime friend, téa?”

Brie looked at him and smiled. “No, Sir. I respect your friend very much.”

He smiled and cradled her face. “I suspected as much.”

Rytsar huffed. “If giggling is a sign of respect, I need another drink.” He got up and poured himself an additional glass.

The warm feeling coursing through Brie must have been coursing through Sir, because he suddenly changed positions, pulling her up and kissing her forcibly on the lips. “Undo my pants and grind on me,” he growled huskily.

Brie quickly obeyed and straddled him so she was face to face with him. She eased her pussy over his cock and coated it with her slick excitement as she moved up and down the length of his shaft without taking him inside her. He grabbed her hips and helped to guide her movements.

“Your pussy is so beautiful, téa.”

She felt warm butterflies stirring. “Thank you, Master.”

“Let me inside.”

Sir lifted her off, removing his clothes before positioning her pussy over his rigid cock again. She slowly guided his shaft into her, purring as she settled down fully on his manhood.

He threw his head back and groaned. “I love the feel of you.”

She ground hard against him, needing him deeper. She was oblivious to the world as she made love to her Master…until she felt manly hands on her ass.

Sir leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “My gift to you.”

Brie whimpered as she felt Rytsar’s fingers explore the valley between her legs. A tingling chill coursed through her body at the thought she was about to DP with both men.

Sir caressed her cheek. “Normally, I like to be the one teasing your ass, but not this time.” He kissed her on the lips before adding, “I want to look into your eyes today.”

She caught her breath, his words having a physical effect on her.

“Such a sexy ass,” Rytsar complimented. He kneaded her buttocks several times before inserting a lubricated finger into her anus.

Brie whimpered again. The thought of what was about to happen threatened to undo her.

“It’s okay, little sub. We will start off gentle,” Sir said, teasing her.

She moaned as Rytsar pressed his finger in farther. “She is extremely tight.”

Sir gazed directly into Brie’s eyes and smiled. “Don’t worry, she loosens up with play.” To Brie he said, “I know your desires, téa. Even those you are afraid to voice aloud. The two of us want to give this to you. It will be our first time as well, as he and I have never scened together like this before.”

“Oh, Sir…” Brie whispered.

Rytsar asked in a husky voice, “Are you ready,
radost moya
?”