Brie’s Russian Treat (Submissive in Love, #5) (12 page)

She smiled. “And I enjoyed waiting for you, Master.”

He led Brie to the car and told her to bend over the hood. As she lay against it, she glanced hesitantly at the leather straps as Rytsar handed one to Sir. They folded them over like a belt and stood behind her on either side.

Brie looked at the reflection in the windshield and held her breath as the two bare-chested Doms cocked their arms back to begin her punishment.

“Why are you being punished, téa?”

“I said no, instead of a proper submissive response.”

“What else?”

“I came without permission, Master.”

“Correct again. Now take your punishment like a good girl.”

Brie nodded, readying herself.

The two men worked as a team, starting on her ass and smacking her alternately as they moved down her legs with each strike. When they reached the sensitive area behind her knees, she cried out and bounced up and down on her tiptoes from the sting of it. They switched back up to the fleshy part of her ass again and started back down again. Brie hid the fact that she actually liked the feel of the leather and was super turned on by being the sole focus of these two Doms.

Once Sir felt she’d been punished enough, he put down the leather strap and picked Brie up, slinging her nonchalantly over his shoulder. He headed towards the cabin with Rytsar following, staring at her like a hungry wolf.

The Russian Dom hadn’t been able to satisfy himself with her earlier in the day and looked determined to make up for it now. She glanced down and noticed just how ravenous he was.

“Yes,
radost moya
, that is for you.”

She let out a little gasp and quickly looked at the ground, shivering with excitement.
Hell yeah, this session is going to be hot!

Little did she know just how hot. Sir set her down on the kitchen island and both men stood back to look at her while they talked. “I was thinking of starting with fire,” he told Rytsar.

“Fine. You light her up while I partake of that generous mouth.”

“Done.”

While Sir readied the materials, Rytsar walked over to undo her boots, sliding them off and setting them on the floor. He then moved to her head, pulling her closer to him so that her head fell from the edge.

“She’s never experienced fireplay while giving oral sex,” Sir commented as he dipped the large cotton swab into the alcohol.

Rytsar looked down at her. “Good. I like being a first.”

Brie squeaked when the cold alcohol touched her skin. Her heart started beating faster in anticipation of the flames that would soon follow.

“Take her slowly so she doesn’t move.”

She heard the unzipping of pants and opened her lips when Rytsar brought his rigid cock to her mouth. Just as Sir had ordered, Rytsar was excruciatingly slow as he forced his shaft down her throat.

Brie moaned when the heat of the fire raced up the trail Sir had made between her breasts. Rytsar growled in response, liking the extra constriction of her throat as Sir tapped the flames out.

Sir dragged the swab against each thigh next, coming dangerously close to her bare mound. Rytsar pulled out to let her catch her breath momentarily before slowly plunging back in.

Brie’s muffled moan filled the kitchen when Sir lit each trail and allowed them to burn a little longer. After he swept the flames away, Rytsar held her head still, forcing his entire shaft down her throat.

The rush of her heartbeat filled her ears as he kept her there.

Sir tapped the alcohol on each of her nipples and lit them on fire. She remained motionless, relishing the feel of heat on her nipples and the fullness of Rytsar’s cock in her mouth.

This is what it means to trust and be owned
. What a glorious feeling!

Sir cupped her breasts with both hands to put out the fire while Rytsar pulled his shaft from her mouth. She gasped for oxygen, tears having formed in the effort.

“Color?” Sir asked.

“Green,” she croaked. “I want more…”

Sir continued with the fireplay while Rytsar fucked her mouth with excruciatingly unhurried strokes. She was in pure heaven, and it was evident from the wetness of her pussy when Sir slipped his hand between her legs.

He grunted his approval. “Why don’t we try a real challenge? I’ll bring her off while you come in her throat.”

“
Da
,” Rytsar said gruffly, his cock twitching as he pulled out, obviously liking the idea a little too much.

‘Téa, you cannot move,” Sir reminded her.

She lifted her head and nodded, desperate to meet his unusual challenge.

Placing the container of alcohol beside her, Sir cleaned off his hands before moving between her legs. He gently slipped his fingers inside her moist pussy, then nodded to Rytsar.

Brie laid her head back and opened her lips for him. Just as the head of Rytsar’s cock grazed the back of her throat, Sir’s fingers began their magic. She struggled not to move as he quickly brought her to the edge.

Her whole body stiffened in response as she willed herself to remain still. Having come so many times already, she knew it was going to be quick and dirty. Brie moaned when she began to climax, feeling Rytsar’s warm seed release in her throat, his cock pulsating with each burst.

That was when Sir encircled her bellybutton with a trail of alcohol and lit her on fire. With Herculean effort she kept her hips from lifting as she came for them—fire, cock and pleasure her only reality.

Sir swiped away the flames with his free hand as Rytsar slowly pulled his spent shaft from her. She whimpered in pleasure, her pussy pulsing one last, glorious time around Sir’s fingers.

“I love feeling you come, babygirl,” Sir whispered hoarsely to her.

Brie pushed back her damp bangs, wiping the sweat from her face. “You are too much for me, Master—I love it.”

Sir smiled to himself as he gently cleaned her skin, removing the residue left by their play. Meanwhile, Rytsar grabbed three glasses and filled them up with vodka. When Sir helped Brie off the counter once he was finished, Rytsar immediately handed them each one.

“To my comrade and his lovely submissive.”

Brie lifted her glass and easily downed the smooth Russian vodka. She enjoyed the heat of the liquor as it went down and mused that she was finally becoming a Russian at heart.

Sir led Brie to the couch and had her sit at his feet while he played with her hair. While they sat, he asked Rytsar to explain what had happened at the club. Afterwards he asked, “How is Titov handling it?”

Rytsar sucked in his breath, shaking his head. “It isn’t easy, but this experience has been therapeutic—for both of us. If you cannot save the one you love, saving someone else is the next best thing.”

Sir patted him on the shoulder. “Well said.”

“Thankfully, the girl has a strong will and was not in the hands of the maggot for long. There is hope it will not end like it did for Tatyana.” Brie wondered what the story was behind Tatyana and Titov, and how Rytsar was involved. She hoped Sir would shed some light on it later, when they were alone together.

“I don’t expect any trouble. No one will report that the maggot has gone missing, and the girl doesn’t even realize he’s dead.”

“No chance Brie will be associated with this?”

“No. I kept her away from the girl, and my comrades at the club will never speak of it. It’s as if it never happened.” Rytsar leaned over and looked at Brie. “However, I don’t like to take any chances with her.”

Sir pulled Brie’s hair back to gaze into her eyes. “Are you doing okay after what happened?”

Brie licked her lips, still unsettled by the events from the night before. “I’m in shock, but grateful Rytsar did what he did, Sir.”

“Unfortunately, it means we’ll be heading out tomorrow night. I was hoping to spend more time here at the cabin.”

Rytsar stood up and put his hands on his hips, showing off his impressive chest muscles to Brie. “Since that is the case, I would like to sample more of your Brie,
moy droog.”

Sir nodded and looked down at her. “Are you ready to be fucked, téa?”

The butterflies started as Sir stood up and offered his hand.

Brie trembled as she took it. “Please, Master.”

They took her into the bedroom, where both men undressed before her. She swallowed hard, stunned by this rare chance to take in their handsome physiques. Sir, tall and striking, and Rytsar, all muscle and brawn—a girl’s fantasy.

It was obvious the men had already talked about how it would play out, because Rytsar lay on the bed, stroking his cock as he watched her.

“Kiss me,” Sir commanded.

Brie glided over to him, her body already aching with excitement. Standing on her tiptoes, she leaned up to kiss her Master. He took her face in his hands and kissed her hard, groaning as their tongues intermingled.

Oh, the taste and sound of Sir…

While they kissed, he took her hand and placed it on his rigid cock. Brie moaned, loving the feel of his physical excitement. She lost herself in him, floating on an emotional and sexual high as she stroked his manhood.

Her manipulation proved pleasing, as his cock became slippery with precome. Brie forgot herself in the joy of his tongue and cock, and started stroking him too vigorously. Sir abruptly grabbed her wrist. “Too much,” he growled, biting her on the shoulder as his cock pulsed in her hand.

Once he had successfully averted the orgasm, Sir gave her one more kiss and then pushed her towards the bed. “Please him, téa.”

Brie moved with sensual grace, knowing both men’s eyes were on her. She crawled onto the bed like a cat and straddled Rytsar.

“
Radost moya
, kiss your Russian.”

Rytsar wrapped his muscular arms around her and kissed her fiercely, taking out his pent-up arousal on her lips. She met his kisses with equal passion, her pussy longing to be taken.

Lifting her waist while not giving up her lips, Rytsar pressed his cock against her wet opening, guiding her down onto his shaft. She opened her eyes and gazed into his pale blue eyes as she took his length. The connection was so powerful that her heart fluttered unexpectedly.

Sir came up from behind, lathering his cock generously with lubricant. He placed his hand on her ass and guided his cock to her tight hole, but once there he stopped.

“Look back at me.”

Brie broke the kiss with Rytsar and turned back towards her Master. He swept her hair to the side so he could see her face clearly.

“There’s my beautiful girl,” he said soothingly, pressing his cock against her anus. “You have such a fine ass, my little sub.” He ran his hands lightly over her flesh, still pink and tender from her punishment, before grasping her hips and pushing into her.

Both men groaned as the head of his shaft forced its way in. Sir grabbed her throat, forcefully kissing her as he rocked his shaft, driving it deeper inside.

Brie had forgotten the challenge of taking two men at one time and had to mentally relax in order to accommodate the fullness of them. It took several minutes, but once Sir was deep inside her, Rytsar wrapped his large hands around Brie’s waist and began thrusting.

“Oh yes,” she purred when Sir met those thrusts with alternating strokes.

Hearing the guttural grunts of both men as they took their pleasure in her was powerful, and Brie joined in the chorus of their noisy pleasure—the three of them caught up in the erotic union.

Submissive bliss…

Soon, however, the men changed their focus, concentrating their efforts on rubbing her G-spot with their shafts at opposite angles as they stroked her in unison. It was too much stimulation, and she cried out for them to stop.

“Relax,” Rytsar commanded, caressing her cheek.

Brie gazed into his eyes again. Did she trust them enough to give over control even when her body was violently fighting against it?

Yes.

She let out a long, drawn-out breath and consciously untensed her muscles, moaning loudly when they amped up their efforts. Soon her breaths came in sharp, panting gasps as the overstimulation built a raging fire within her. Without warning, her body exploded in fierce rhythmic waves as she gushed in watery release.

“Fuck, that was a good one,” Sir commented, pulling out to look at her still-dripping pussy.

“Again,” Rytsar demanded.

Brie whimpered as they started up again, increasing the tempo as they got her close to the edge. She threw back her head and screamed the second time her pussy rushed with her come.

She couldn’t stop trembling after the second orgasm, her mind and body shocked by the intensity of it.

“One more time?” Sir asked.

“I can’t…”

Rytsar insisted, “One more.”

This time they did not slowly build up the tempo, but started off fast and furious. The sound of skin against skin filled her ears and Brie saw stars when she climaxed the third time, covering both men in her sweet-smelling release.

“Good girl,” Sir praised, collecting her limp body in his arms and pressing her back against his chest. He nuzzled her neck and kissed her sweaty skin as Rytsar played with her breasts, pulling and tugging on her erect nipples.

“And now we will be gentle,” Sir whispered gruffly.

He lightly pushed her down onto Rytsar’s chest and the two began thrusting slowly. Their hands explored her body as they stroked her with their cocks, but they were so tender in their taking of her that it felt as if they were making love.

As Rytsar leaned up for a kiss, Brie was caught by the openness in his gaze. This was the man not the sadist who was being intimate with her. Sir lay down on top of Brie as the two men finished off, Rytsar biting her neck on the left as he bit her on the right. In that delicious moment, she felt both men come inside her.

It was then that Brie realized Sir had carefully orchestrated this intimate moment between them and her heart overflowed with love.

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