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

“How shall we punish such wanton behavior, téa?”

Brie swallowed, unsure if her answer would be well received but feeling too giddy to stop herself. “Make me come again?”

This time Sir was the one who started laughing.

“You have a cheeky sub,
moy droog,
” Rytsar said, chuckling with them, but then he became scary-serious. “She must be punished.”

The smile on Brie’s lips disappeared when Sir replied, “I agree, Durov.”

Brie whimpered as each man undid his buckle and slid his belt from his pants. “I’m sorry, Master. I was trying to be funny. Please…”

“What you consider humor, I call insolence,” Rytsar replied coldly. “This will hurt you far more than it will hurt me. Kneel on the table with your hands behind your neck.”

Brie looked at Sir and he nodded. Shocked by the turn of events, she pulled herself up into a kneeling position and clasped her hands behind her—her whole body shaking with fear.

Instead of hitting her with the belt, Sir fastened his around her neck, pulling tightly so that she felt the constrictive pressure of it.

“That is a pretty picture,” Rytsar complimented him.

Sir reached over and pulled on the belt, forcing her head back. He kissed her deeply, keeping his hold on the belt so that she felt the pressure and knew who was in control.

Damn if her pussy didn’t pulsate with desire. She was hopeless in the hands of these two.

Rytsar forcibly bound her knees together with the belt, announcing, “There will be no more release for you.”

The men unzipped their pants and presented her with their rigid cocks.

“You will pleasure us at the same time.”

Brie beamed inside, realizing they’d been teasing her, but she continued to act the part of a repentant submissive. She gazed up at them with a remorseful expression, eager to pay for her disobedience.

Grasping both their shafts, she began stroking and was rewarded by their mutual grunts. Her pussy ached in response. She leaned over and licked the precome from the head of Sir’s cock and began sucking while still keeping the rhythm of her hand’s stroke on Rytsar.

The luxury of two cocks was deliciously extravagant, and Brie moaned as she moved to Rytsar’s shaft, not wanting either man to feel neglected. She looked up as she took him into her mouth.

Rytsar did not move or make a sound as he watched her. It was unnerving, the way he gazed at her so intensely. She knew she’d failed to please him orally the first time they’d scened together, and she was determined to show him how far she’d come since that day.

She relaxed her throat and took his shaft deeper. Still there was no reaction from the man, just an intense stare that challenged her. What more did he want?

Her attention to Rytsar did not go unnoticed by her Master, who pulled on the belt around her neck. She disengaged from the Russian and returned to Sir. He pulled back her head as he applied pressure to the belt.

“The challenge is to please us both at the same time,” he reminded her. “Not an easy task.”

She nodded, amping up her hand motion on Rytsar’s cock as she flicked her tongue under the ridge of Sir’s shaft.

“Deeper,” he commanded.

Brie opened her lips wide and took his entirety.

“Good girl…” he growled.

Brie moaned on his shaft, loving his praise. She added a little twist to her wrist action with Rytsar so he would know she hadn’t forgotten him, and was rewarded with a release of precome. It lubed his shaft, allowing for more energetic handling.

Sir pulled on her belt, forcing her to disengage.

Brie stroked his shaft, using the twisting motion as she returned to the Russian. She started down at his balls, licking, nipping and sucking her way up the length of his shaft. Although his expression remained stoic, she noticed a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth. It was all she needed…

Brie took him into her mouth and began slowly taking him deeper, making him anticipate the total constriction of her tight throat around his shaft. She played him as she continued to stroke Sir’s shaft vigorously. Opposite ends of the spectrum—one slow and deliberate, the other fast and furious.

When her lips encircled the base of his shaft, Rytsar actually let out a low grunt as he looked down at her.

Triumph!

She slowly pulled away from him and returned to Sir. It pleased her greatly to tease Rytsar as she took her Master deep, giving him what Rytsar had only tasted for a moment.

Brie took the fullness of Sir’s shaft to the base and then did her signature shallow pumping to tighten her throat around him. “That’s it, babygirl.”

She changed up her stroking of Rytsar to match the movements of her mouth on Sir’s cock. Slow, deep, gentle…

“
Hvatit
,” Rytsar snarled under his breath.

Without warning, he pulled on the belt, prying her from Sir’s cock. He then forcefully guided her lips onto him and held her head with both hands as he pumped her mouth.

So much for teasing the sadist.

Brie relaxed her throat and looked up at him, taking his hard thrusts with the same grace she’d seen Mary achieve.
I am your vessel of pleasure…

But she had not forgotten her Master, and stroked his shaft with the same intensity that Rytsar was pumping her mouth. She knew that as Sir watched, the sensations of her hand would mimic the feeling of being deep-throated.

“Fuucckkk…” Sir groaned.

Rytsar pulled away from her and commanded, “Stroke me until I come.”

She stroked both men with long, tightfisted caresses. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out in anticipation as she stroked more rapidly and was rewarded with their tangy release. She licked the heads of their cocks, taking as much of their seed as she could. Her chin and breasts were covered in their white reward by the end, despite her best efforts, and the refreshing smell of their come filled her nostrils. Brie moaned in satisfaction, grateful for the honor.

Sir pulled on the belt and she tilted her head up to look at him.

“Go clean up, babygirl, and present yourself to me when you are done.”

Rytsar undid the belt around her knees while Sir released her from the one secured against her throat. She felt a sense of loss when it slid from her, appreciating the submissive feeling the belt evoked.

Before Rytsar let her leave, he pulled her to him and murmured, “You are much improved,
radost moya
. Much improved…”

She blushed as a smile crept across her lips. It pleased her that he had noticed her enhanced skills.

Brie hurried down the hallway to the bathroom and took a quick shower, readying herself for more play. She was curious what else the two had in mind but was disappointed when she returned to discover Rytsar lying on the couch, snoring.

Sir was nowhere to be seen, so she headed to the bedroom and found him working on his laptop.

He saw the disappointment on her face and smiled, motioning her over to him. “Losing his ancestral home has affected Durov more than he will admit. It’s exacting an emotional toll he refuses to acknowledge.”

“It’s true he’s lost so much,” Brie agreed, curling up beside Sir on the bed.

“Having you here will prove a good distraction for him. I’ve asked him to take you out tonight to film a session with one of his subs.”

“Thank you, Sir. Will you be joining us too?”

He chuckled. “No, I’ll be sleeping. Until then, you can keep me company while I work.” He stroked her hair and Brie felt the familiar tingles down her back start.

“It’s my honor, Sir.”

She looked at his computer screen, but it meant nothing to her because it was written in Russian. The fact that he was fluent in Russian was just another aspect about Sir that amazed her.

The minutes passed pleasantly, but her curiosity wouldn’t let her be silent for long. “When did you learn Russian, Sir? Before or after you met Rytsar?”

He said nonchalantly, as if it were a common occurrence, “Soon after I met Durov. It only seemed natural once we became blood brothers.”

Brie shook her head, now with a million more questions she wanted to ask, but Sir put his finger on her lips. “I have no time for a question and answer session. I suggest you plan out tonight’s shoot. Rytsar said he was open to pretty much anything you wanted to see.”

It was with great effort that Brie switched gears, her head still swimming with the knowledge that Rytsar and Sir had a rich history she knew very little about. She hoped the Russian would be more forthcoming about their past once she got him alone.

Brie grabbed a pad and pencil from the nightstand and snuggled up to Sir, grateful to have this quiet time together. The fact he enjoyed her presence as much as she enjoyed his was of great comfort to her.

Wicked Sadist

R
ytsar was raring to show off his skills for the camera, and wasted no time once he had awakened from his nap. Brie shared her ideas for the scene, but he disagreed.

“No, we start with something simple. It is always best to start that way.”

She shrugged. “You’re the expert, but I
had
hoped for footage that people wouldn’t be able to stop talking about.”

He smiled confidently. “No need to fret.”

His guard, Titov, escorted Brie into the vehicle and then loaded all of her equipment while Rytsar called to make the necessary arrangements with two of his subs. Brie was taken to an apartment on the other side of Moscow.

“One of my girls is setting up the scene at my old apartment so we won’t have to waste time,” he informed her.

“Great,” Brie answered calmly, although she was suddenly unsure how well she would handle watching Rytsar from behind the lens. This was a first for both of them.

His sub met them at the door and bowed low at Rytsar’s feet. Without talking to her, he touched her head on his way in as acknowledgement, then began barking commands. The older woman rocked off her heels and quietly closed the door before responding to his numerous requests.

Brie looked around the apartment, noting how small but comfortable it was, with female touches such as flowers on the kitchen table, frilly pillows on the couch and paintings of animals on the walls. Not Rytsar’s tastes at all. She wondered if this was a ‘perk’ to being one of Rytsar’s favorite subs.

While the sub busied herself with last minute details, Brie got out her equipment and starting positioning the reflectors. Rytsar disappeared into the bedroom, leaving the women to their respective jobs. They worked together in silence, but Brie was struck by how comfortable she felt in the presence of the woman, despite their language, age and fetish differences. She seemed almost regal in the way she held herself, but there was no arrogance radiating from her. Rytsar certainly had good taste in women.

The Russian came out a short time later, dressed only in brown leather pants and dark boots. Brie had to admit that the dragon tattoo stood out prominently on his left shoulder, only adding to his sex appeal. The filmgoers were going to love him.

When the doorbell rang, Rytsar turned to Brie. “Start filming. Say nothing, just observe what I do. I will explain as I go.”

Brie nodded, her heart racing as he opened the door to a young, petite woman. The first thing Brie noticed was her stunning crystal-blue eyes and those sensually arched eyebrows. The girl looked to be the same age as Brie, a sharp contrast to the other sub in the room.

Rytsar invited her inside, speaking to her in Russian. The two seemed to have a casual vanilla conversation as she undressed down to her underwear in front of him. He wasn’t even looking at her as they spoke, because he was too busy preparing his instruments for the scene.

The way they spoke was so relaxed that Brie imagined they were talking about the weather or some equally mundane topic. She got so caught up in listening to the lilt of their conversation that she was caught off-guard when the girl suddenly bowed and he directed his other sub to grab her wrists.

What started out as vanilla and safe quickly took on a kinky tone as the new girl was forced onto her feet and dragged to the St. Andrew’s Cross in the corner of the room. Rytsar explained to Brie, “She does not care for other women, and wishes I would bind her to the cross.” His smile was dangerously charming when he added, “However…I prefer to see her challenged. She needs to be reminded who is in control.”