Her Russian Returns (Brie's Submission Book 15) Read online

  My Master comes to me first and lifts my chin to kiss me on the lips. I moan in pleasure, captivated by his passionate kiss. When I feel his hand close around my throat as his tongue enters my mouth, my body gushes with a need for him.

  I instinctively reach out and begin stroking his cock, the thickness of his shaft making my pussy ache with need.

  That is when I feel the distinct pressure of teeth as the Russian bites my shoulder. His hands caress my buttocks lustfully, causing chills of pleasure.

  Then the other two join in, touching my breasts, squeezing and gently tugging at my nipples as they explore my body for the first time.

  I moan loudly, overwhelmed by the attention of four men.

  My Master moves his hand between my legs and announces to the others, “She’s exceptionally wet.”

  Suddenly, all four men are touching my pussy, wetting their hands with my excitement. Their masculine groans fill the room as they taste it, exciting me even more.

  The sexual tension in the room increases as my Master tells the Russian to lie on the tantra chair and then orders me to mount him.

  The other two men each take one of my arms and help me straddle him before lowering me onto his rigid cock. He grabs my waist to grind his cock deeper into me.

  From behind, I hear the slippery sound of lubricant being applied, and I know what comes next.

  The Russian pulls me down onto his chest so my ass is exposed.

  My Master then straddles the tantra chair behind me, and I feel the electricity of his touch as he caresses me. “I have always loved this ass, babygirl.”

  I smile to myself, longing for him to possess it again with his cock.

  He spreads my ass cheeks apart and admires me for a moment before pressing the head of his shaft against my anus. I hold my breath. My pussy is already full with the Russian’s manhood, and I know his entrance will be challenging for me, but I crave it.

  “Relax…” he growls huskily as he pushes into me.

  I gasp as his shaft enters, even though I have been taken this way before. It is always a pleasant shock to my system having two men fuck me at the same time.

  As they begin to move inside me, I cry out in rapture as my body adjusts to their girth and measured thrusts.

  But my bliss is ramped up as the two men join us, standing on either side of me.

  I greedily take their hard shafts in my hands and grasp firmly as I stroke them. I am like a kid in a candy store, every wish fulfilled as I begin sucking on a cock, my hand still wrapped around the other.

  I am pleasuring four cocks at the same time—one buried deep inside my pussy, teasing my G-spot mercilessly, while another penetrates my ass, fucking me ever deeper and demanding more and more of me. All the while, my oral fixation is satisfied as I take a third cock in my mouth, sucking eagerly as I stroke the fourth enthusiastically. The sensation of taking so many shafts at once blows my submissive mind and I embrace the sheer joy of it.

  I don’t think it can get any better, but my Master isn’t finished yet. I hear an odd sound reminding me of metal spurs, and suddenly I feel a double trail of tiny pricks along my back that send chills throughout my entire body.

  I mumble with a cock still in my mouth, “What’s that?”

  My Master shows me, holding his hand in front of my eyes. I see that he has slipped a new tool over his index finger. On the end of this unusual instrument are two Wartenberg wheels.

  I moan from the delightful sensation his new tool adds to the experience. He deepens his thrusts, keeping a slow but steady pace as he crisscrosses the wheels over my back.

  My body is humming at the cusp of an orgasm and I beg, “May I come Master?”

  “Yes, téa.”

  I cry out in pure ecstasy at his answer. My climax takes over, and I give in to it completely.

  The men let out individual groans, which turns me on even more as they watch and feel the intensity of my orgasm.

  Once over, my mind and body become deliciously numb.

  “Good girl…” my Master murmurs, bringing joy to my heart.

  He then informs me, “Now, prepare for us to return the favor.”

  I throw my head back as both the Russian and my Master grab onto my waist and begin concentrated thrusts. I am only momentarily distracted, and quickly return my attention to the other two cocks I have been charged with to pleasure. I alternate between the thick, veiny shaft of the nurse and the long, hairless one of the physical therapist, loving the power my lips have over them.

  I revel in my role as the ultimate vessel of pleasure as the Russian comes first, closely followed by my Master, and then the nurse, whose cock is in my mouth. I swallow his come and quickly switch to take the therapist last, deepthroating him as he comes.

  Afterward, I collapse against the Russian.

  I am exhausted but flying high from the sensual experience as my Master gently runs his fingers over my back.

  I am in bliss…

  Rytsar finished the last sentence to the passionate cries of radost moya beside him.

  He watched in amusement as her hips bucked when her climax claimed her.

  Thane raised an eyebrow and held out the wand to him, now wet with her come.

  Rytsar smirked as he took the vibrator and placed it back on her quivering pussy.

  Oh, yes, he most definitely wanted to tease that naughty submissive for making him so damn horny with her words.

  No mercy.

  The Chase

  Rytsar got the call from Nick at two in the morning. He immediately called Wallace to let him know he was headed out to the jail to await the birth and would be waiting there when Lilly made her first move.

  “I’d like to join you,” Wallace stated.

  “But you have a job and other responsibilities,” Rytsar said, not wanting to have his hands tied by Wallace’s kinder demeanor.

  “Just for a day. I will go crazy if I remain here.”

  Rytsar could understand his point, and agreed. “I’ll pick you up on my way. Get ready, Todd. Lilly’s reeducation is about to begin.”

  “Thank you, Anton. I appreciate it.”

  Rytsar quietly got dressed and snuck into Thane’s room. He knew his friend was a light sleeper and simply touched him on the shoulder.

  Thane instantly opened his eyes and turned his head toward Rytsar.

  Rytsar put his finger to his lips. Making the sign for crazy, he then pointed toward the door and held up his bag to let Thane know he was leaving.

  Thane nodded, glancing over at Brie.

  Rytsar quietly walked out of the room with Brie none the wiser as she lay sleeping next to her Master. It made him glad to know she was safe, and he would do everything in his power to keep it that way.

  Wallace was waiting outside of Marquis’s house. For some reason, he had the dog with him.

  Rytsar unrolled his window. “We are not taking Mudryy with us.”

  Wallace laughed as the canine jumped up on Rytsar’s car door and began licking his face, bouncing up and down on her hind legs.

  “I know we can’t take the dog, but Mudryy would never forgive me if I did not allow her a chance to say hello to you. I’m certain she would have woken up the neighborhood, as well as Marquis and Celestia, with her barking.”

  Rytsar frowned at Wallace, saying doubtfully, “And you’re certain she won’t bark now?”

  Wallace rubbed the top of the dog’s head. “She’s a real smart animal. I’m not only positive she would have known you were here even if I hadn’t brought her out, but I’m just as positive she will go back in the house and wait patiently for our return.”

  Rytsar looked down at the dog, wagging her tail so excitedly her entire body was shaking back and forth from it.

  Her joy in seeing him was too much. Unbuckling his seat belt, he opened the car door and got out to kneel next to her.

  Mudryy went wild, trying to jump in his arms as she licked him all over.

  Rytsar chuckled, quite won
over by her obvious affection for him.

  “I never knew a dog could be that intelligent,” he said in wonder.

  “Some are, but not all of them. Much like people.”

  Rytsar gave her one more all over body rub before he stood up and pointed toward the house.

  Her ears fell and she whined softly but, when he pointed again, she dutifully followed Wallace back to the door and went in the house without protest.

  Wallace came back smiling. “I told you, man. That dog is something else.”

  Rytsar nodded in agreement as he got in the car. He turned on the ignition, smiling to himself. He agreed with Wallace that the dog was special and, for some strange reason, Mudryy thought he was too.

  “You won’t have any issues when it comes time for me to take her back. Once Thane is healed up, and I’m not needed there twenty-four/seven, I plan on moving to my beach house, and thought the pup would like living there.”

  “I understand she’s your dog. But, I won’t lie. I’m going to miss her when you come to get her. Best companion I’ve had—ever.”

  “As long as we are on the same page,” Rytsar said, staring at the road in front of him. “On that same note, I have something to ask you.”

  “Shoot.”

  “Brie mentioned that the producer Holloway has been fucking with you.”

  “Fucking Mary is more like it,” Wallace huffed.

  “Do you need me to have a talk with this man?”

  “Hell no,” he immediately answered.

  “Why not? It sounds like he deserves a punch in the face.”

  Wallace shook his head. “I have no idea what Holloway’s deal is, but if Mary wants him, she can have him.”

  “You don’t want your submissive back?”

  Wallace snorted. “Mary was never my submissive. I may have thought she was, may have even gotten her to wear my collar, but that girl was a submissive unto herself.”

  “You’re not man enough to punish her?”

  “Mary lived for punishment. It was not a deterrent, believe me.”

  “What was it, then?”

  Wallace sighed. “I think she wasn’t ready, or I wasn’t the right guy. I don’t know, but there’s no going back. She made her feelings very clear when she left. I may have a soft spot, and I do enjoy spoiling my subs, but try to emasculate me emotionally and I’m out. I may not be a sadist, but I’m definitely not a masochist. Humiliation can go fuck itself.”

  Rytsar burst out laughing. “You can say that again.”

  After the laughter died down, Wallace told him, “It really doesn’t matter now, anyway. I’ve got something good going with Kylie. Although I’ll admit I’m already in love with the girl, I am doing my damnedest to go slow this time. I’m not uttering those three words until I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that she feels the same about me.”

  “Wise.”

  Wallace shook his head, laughing at himself. “But, damn, it’s hard.”

  “So you are good with Holloway?” Rytsar asked, wanting to confirm it.

  “Hell no, I’m not good with him. I have no idea what the fuck he’s up to, but I’m not going to do anything about it. That’s Mary’s problem now. She kicked me to the curbside.”

  Rytsar shrugged. “Does she need a talking to?”

  Wallace grinned, patting Rytsar on the shoulder. “Look, you don’t owe this guy nothing.”

  Rytsar nodded but did not reply.

  “Hey, look, when you look at my eye, what’s the first thing that goes through your head?”

  “I remember how brave you were.”

  “Hmm…okay. What is the second thing you think, then?”

  “I’m indebted to you.”

  Wallace snapped his fingers. “See, that’s what I’m getting at. Listen to me, and listen good. You don’t owe me a damn thing.”

  “But—”

  Wallace shook his head. “Nope, not a Goddamn thing.”

  Rytsar gave him an exasperated look. “But the choice you made saved my life.”

  Wallace smiled, his face glowing with excitement. “Yes, it was my choice, and because of that, there is no obligation between us. You didn’t beg me to do it. You didn’t even ask me to do it. It was all on me. Nothing you could have said or done would have changed my decision. It was out of your hands.” He sat back in his seat, letting out a self-satisfied sigh. “You only owe someone if you specifically ask them to help. And, even then, paying it forward is equally effective. Maybe even more so.”

  Rytsar shook his head. “You are a strange one, Todd. You work in a world of grays, while I see it all in black and white.”

  “I hold nothing against your perspective, Anton,” Wallace assured him. “However, in the case of you and me, I’m right. From now on, when you look at my eye, what are you going to think?”

  “That you are a stubborn dick.”

  Wallace smiled. “Fine. I can live with that.”

  Both Rytsar and Wallace were shocked that Lilly made her escape just two hours after the infant was born. While the nursing staff gave her privacy to see the child alone and say her goodbyes before the baby was taken from her, Lilly escaped.

  Her breakout was quick and clean. Had they not been prepared, she would have disappeared without a trace.

  Rytsar was reminded again of just how smart and conniving Lilly was. She was not someone to be toyed with or underestimated.

  “Your man is handling the first one,” Rytsar explained to Wallace.

  Rytsar slowly drove the car, following behind Nick and his men.

  It appeared that Lilly had someone waiting for her in a running vehicle. Just as she tried to head for the car, Nick’s van pulled up and the side door swung open. Several hands tried to pull her in, but she struggled, and they let her break free.

  Lilly ran, now aware that someone not only knew she had escaped, but had plans to take her.

  Rytsar smiled at Wallace. “And the chase begins.”

  They spent the day keeping her on the move, never giving her time to rest or get her bearings. When she disappeared into an alley, Rytsar told Nick he wanted the opportunity to reintroduce himself.

  Walking between the bricks buildings, a smirk on his face, Rytsar made his way to her. He could hear Lilly scavenging in a dumpster, but when she registered the sound of boots walking toward her, she suddenly stopped moving.

  Rytsar stood there, patiently waiting, letting the time drag out, knowing it was killing her.

  When he heard movement again, he started to whistle a familiar tune…

  You are my sunshine.

  Lilly didn’t hesitate for a second, crawling out of the dumpster, screaming her fool head off as she ran blindly from him.

  She didn’t even look back, she was so intent on escaping him.

  Rytsar chuckled to himself as he returned to the car.

  He looked at Wallace and grinned.

  “You’re enjoying this too much,” Wallace said.

  “I admit it. I feed off her terror. All I have to do is think about what she did to Thane and Brie and her plans for the babe.”

  He nodded in understanding.

  “So, are you ready to continue?”

  “Of course,” Wallace answered. “There’s no other way to for this woman to comprehend what she’s done unless she experiences it herself. It’s like a toddler who bites, but can’t understand that it hurts until he gets bitten himself.”

  Rytsar agreed and was grateful that Wallace was willing to let this play out. Lilly had to experience the heart-stopping terror she’d subjected Brie to—and she had to be subjected to it multiple times.

  He didn’t return to Thane’s apartment for thirty-six hours. He planned to rest a few hours before heading back out, and he wanted to check in with Brie and Thane.

  To his surprise, Brie’s parents were already there, and the apartment was filled with the aroma of bacon and eggs.

  “Mr. Durov, you’re just in time!” Marcy announced when he walked in.
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  “For what?”

  “We’re flying out later this morning, so Bill and I wanted to share a last meal with everyone.”

  Bill was reading the newspaper on the couch and looked up briefly, nodding to him.

  “Where’s Brie?”

  “I told her to dress in one of the outfits we bought.”

  Brie came out of the bedroom dressed in a fashionable black skirt and a top that showed off her growing breasts and stomach. He raised an eyebrow, liking the look very much.

  “Good morning, Mrs. Davis,” he said, choosing not to whistle out of respect for her parents.

  When she saw Rytsar, Brie ran and hugged him. “You’re back!”

  “Back from what?” her father asked, putting down his newspaper.

  “I have procured temporary employment. It requires long hours, but the payoff is great.”

  “You mean pay?” Bill corrected him.

  Rytsar smiled in answer.

  “Please, you two, sit down while I take this plate to Thane,” Marcy told them.

  Rytsar looked down at the plate heaped with scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash browns. Ironically, there was a thinly sliced tomato on the plate and he knew how much Thane hated tomatoes.

  She noticed him staring at it and smiled. “Brie says he normally eats a healthy breakfast, so I added the tomato.”

  “Yeah,” Bill said as he walked past them to the kitchen table, “We don’t believe in eating rabbit food for the first meal of the day where we come from.”

  “Neither do I, Mr. Bennett,” Rytsar agreed heartily.

  He sat down beside Brie and planned on waiting for her mother to return, but her father told him, “Dish up. Marcy hates it when the eggs get cold.”

  It looked as if she’d cook at least a dozen eggs, and Rytsar was starving. He heaped pile after pile on his plate.

  “Leave some for the rest of us,” Bill complained.

  Marcy walked back just as Rytsar was about to put some back. “Oh, no. Please, Mr. Durov, I’ll cook some more. It won’t take me but a minute.”

  Rytsar smiled sheepishly at Bill, but then grabbed a handful of bacon off the serving plate.

  When Bill growled in disapproval, Rytsar put one piece back, grinning at Brie.