Her Russian Knight (Brie's Submission, #13) Page 4

  “Very nice…” he murmured lustfully. He drew closer and began playing with one of her breasts as he watched the sensual progression of her efforts. She was determined to please him, but she did not realize yet that the phallus was actually a form of bondage. Once it was inside her, she would be immobilized and vulnerable to his every whim.

  “Deeper,” he demanded when it seemed she could take no more.

  She held onto the pole behind her and used it as leverage as she forced it even farther inside, the length of phallus slowly disappearing into her sweet little ass.

  “Well done,” he complimented once he was satisfied with the depth. “Now raise your right arm.” He took her small wrist and made her stretch to reach the cuff. He cinched it tight. “And the left.”

  She offered him her other wrist and he secured it, stepping back to admire her when he was done.

  “Exactly what I envisioned. Your body stretched into a long, lean line…” He walked around the pole, looking her over appreciatively from every angle, “and your magnificent ass stretched taut with my instrument.”

  He ran his hands over Brie’s skin, entranced by her soft femininity. He noticed she was breathing rapidly as her eyes followed him. His shaft responded to her heightened focus—and her growing angst.

  Rytsar picked up the Hitachi and grinned at her. “Open your thighs.”

  Brie repositioned her feet to give him freer access to her pussy. She stared at the Hitachi with a look of excitement, knowing well the joy it could bring her.

  But when he turned it on the highest setting, her expression quickly changed to one of worry.

  “Oh,” she whimpered when the wild vibration made contact with her clit. She instinctually tried to move from its demanding intensity, but she was held in place by the phallus wedged deep inside her.

  It wasn’t until that moment that Brie finally grasped how truly helpless she was. Her look of surprise warmed his sadist’s heart. Rytsar used more pressure on the wand against her clit and commanded simply, “Come.”

  Her thighs began to tremble, responding to the fierce demands of the tool. Few women could handle the higher setting, especially without an initial warm-up. That’s where the challenge lay for her.

  He enjoyed watching Brie struggle to make the decision to give in to the demanding vibration or be undone by it.

  Rytsar observed her as he moved the wand slowly up and down her clit, relishing the inner battle playing across her face.

  Brie’s whole body began shaking as it fought against the intense stimulation while she mentally attempted to harness the wild vibration to incite an orgasm. There came a point when she had to close her eyes to concentrate.

  With droplets of sweat forming on her upper lip, Brie broke through her own body’s resistance and obeyed him, crying out as the first orgasm took over.

  Rytsar lifted the wand from her so he could watch the muscles of her pussy contract in rhythmic movements, her overstretched ass muscles squeezing the toy buried inside her. The visual was a turn-on, so he opened his fly and began to stroke his hard shaft.

  Without giving her body time to recover, Rytsar pressed the buzzing tool back on her clit.

  “Please, no,” she begged.

  “Radost moya,” he said in a firm but teasing voice, knowing his little sub would not deny him.

  Tears formed in her eyes as she battled for control in a situation where she had none. Sadism wasn’t about dominating the body as much as it was about conquering the mind.

  His will over hers…

  For a second time, Brie gave in to his desire and forced her body to accept the challenging vibration. This time she screamed when she came, the effort proving almost too much.

  Rytsar left the wand pressed against her clit a few seconds longer once the orgasm was over before turning it off.

  Caressing her face, he said tenderly with only a hint of sarcasm, “Was it hard for you to obey me?”

  Brie looked into his eyes, a shudder flowing through her body when he stroked her overstimulated clit with his fingers.

  “Ahh…” she whimpered.

  “Despite your obvious resistance, you’re still very wet.” He ran his finger over her slick pussy, and put it to her lips so she could taste her own excitement. “It leads me to think you enjoy my treatment of you.”

  Her eyes were glimmering with passion as her body trembled under his touch. “I long to please you, Rytsar,” she said in earnest.

  Rytsar undressed, his cock rock-hard and eager to penetrate her. “You are mine to play with as I will, and right now I want to fuck that hot little pussy.”

  He grabbed on to her thighs, lifting them up and spreading her legs wide, her body pinned to the pole by the phallus.

  Rytsar’s cock was so hard that he had no trouble positioning it without his hands. He thrust into her wet opening as he looked into her eyes. The girl was so incredibly tight that he was forced to her enter slowly, like a virgin.

  It took incredible self-will not to come at that moment. He paused to regain control before sliding back into her warm depths.

  Rytsar was too close to last and gripped her thighs forcibly, readying himself to jackhammer her…

  He heard the light knock before the door of his cabin slid open. “Pardon me, Mr. Durov. My name is Becki and I’ll be serving you on this flight. Is there anything I can get for you?”

  Rytsar looked up at the stewardess with curly red hair and could only smirk. There was no point in hiding his erection when her eyes were already glued to it.

  “I can help with that,” she offered with a winning smile.

  When Rytsar nodded, she slid the door closed and daintily knelt between his legs.

  He undid his pants and watched with satisfaction as she grasped his rigid shaft. It throbbed, needing release in her capable hands. Rytsar grunted as she began stroking him with a pleasantly tight grip.

  “That is nice,” he replied, “but your lips would be even better.”

  With a twinkle in her eye, the stewardess lowered her head. Rytsar closed his eyes as her warm lips enclosed the head of his cock.

  “Chyort voz’mi…” he mumbled to himself, surprised how close he was to climax.

  Becki paused briefly to ask, “What does that mean? It sounds so sexy.”

  Rytsar pushed her head back down, groaning. “It means ‘Oh shit’ because I am about to come.” His balls contracted as he shot the first load into her mouth. To her credit, the sexy redhead swallowed each burst of come.

  Afterward, he fisted her curly copper hair to pull her head back. She smiled up at him, wiping away a drop that had escaped from her lips.

  It was good to be a Durov.

  After the plane landed, Rytsar’s instincts alerted him to the fact he was being followed while he walked through the international airport. Although he could not locate the man in the crowd, he knew with certainty he was in danger.

  Rytsar was missing his normal entourage because of the personal nature of his recent travels, but he now regretted that decision.

  Calling Titov, he quietly stated into the phone, “Do not meet me out front. I’m headed out a side entrance and will meet you on the lower level.” He skirted past the flow of human traffic and disappeared down an unmarked stairway.

  Just as he made it to the bottom step, he heard someone enter the stairway above him. Once outside, rather than wait for Titov to arrive, he started walking briskly in the direction the vehicle would be coming from. Luckily, he spotted Titov’s car and was inside it before his pursuer made it out the door.

  Rytsar unrolled the window and fisted his hand, giving the Russian equivalent of “fuck you” as they drove off.

  “Definitely bratva,” he snarled.

  “It appears the brothers are calling in reinforcements,” Titov agreed.

  Rytsar felt raw, black rage boiling up inside him. “It seems you cannot alter fate.”

  Titov looked in the rearview mirror to address him. “But you must try.
”

  Rytsar huffed, but he knew Titov was right. He was not the type of man to sit back and let others determine his future. He met Titov’s gaze in the reflection. “I feel the need for liberation.”

  “The dungeon, then?”

  “Da. The secluded one west of Moscow. I’ll need to be more cautious now that the Kozlov brothers know I’ve returned to Mother Russia.”

  Rytsar texted a quick message and slipped the phone back into his pocket, trying to keep his emotions at bay. He could feel the walls closing in around him, as if the air was being sucked out of his lungs. It was only a matter of time before his past caught up with him.

  He’d known it was inevitable, but he’d hoped for more time.

  The Twins

  Emiliya and missi were waiting for him when he arrived.

  The naked twins bowed low as soon as he entered the private dungeon. They were just the distraction he needed at a time like this. Leaving all other thoughts behind, Rytsar embraced the control a scene with them would give him.

  “I am in a playful mood today,” he commanded, going over to the wall to decide on his instruments for their scene. Once he’d made his selections, he returned to the twins, tapping a rattan cane against his open palm.

  The two brunettes turned to each other and smiled before returning their gaze to the floor. They answered in unison, “We are eager to please, Rytsar.”

  He liked their genuine enthusiasm, as well as the unique bond they shared as twins. Those sweet little masochists had a slightly sadistic streak for one another. It turned out they enjoyed watching each other receive his demanding attention. In fact, the sister watching usually orgasmed while he was playing with the other.

  “Hold out your hands, palm side up.”

  They exposed their palms to him, holding their breath. Instead of striking the sensitive area, he simply placed the cane in their open hands without saying a word.

  Rytsar walked over to one of the wooden bondage tables and pulled it closer to the other. The harsh sound of the heavy piece of furniture scraping across the stone floor echoed through the large space.

  “Come,” he ordered, gesturing to both tables.

  The girls moved toward him, concentrating to keep the cane balanced and equidistant between them as they walked. Their care brought him pride. Tonight he would treat them to a scene they would not forget. He paused for a moment.

  Was that to be his lot now? Treating each encounter as a final good-bye in case it were the last?

  Rytsar shook his head. He couldn’t allow himself to think that way or he might as well hand himself over to the Kozlov brothers now.

  “Lie face down on the tables, heads turned so you are facing each other.”

  The girls giggled as they mounted the tables and laid themselves out, positioning their breasts in two cutouts designed so those beautifully sensitive pieces of flesh dangled freely, inviting play.

  The twins then laid their delicate necks into the open metal chokers screwed into the tables, turning their heads toward each other with their cheeks pressed against the wood.

  Rytsar secured the metal collar around emiliya’s neck and locked it. It was tight enough to prevent her from moving her head. Bound in this way, she was completely open and vulnerable to him. The only way of escape from his sadist desires would be her safeword.

  He stepped back from her and asked, “Do you like the view of your sister I have provided?”

  “I do, Rytsar,” she answered, grinning at missi.

  He tapped his cane several times under the table, teasing emiliya’s nipples with the rattan. She squirmed as her sister looked on with pleasure.

  Rytsar changed tactics, giving emiliya a sharp stroke on her ass, causing her to squeal out in surprise, the sting of the instrument bringing tears to her eyes.

  Missi purred in excitement.

  Grinning wickedly, Rytsar moved over to her. With sure hands, he bound her to the wooden table, feeling between her legs to confirm she was already aroused. “So you like seeing your sister squirm in discomfort, do you?”

  “I do, Rytsar,” she agreed lustfully.

  “Let’s see if she feels the same.” He gave missi a quick stroke of the cane across her buttocks, making the flesh ripple from impact. Rytsar immediately followed it up with another stroke in the same spot.

  Missi cried out, not expecting the double hit, but then she let out a long, satisfied sigh. “Oh, how I’ve missed this.”

  Heartened by her response, Rytsar danced the cane against her breasts under the table to the utter delight of her sister.

  “Are you wet now, emiliya?” he inquired.

  “Da, Rytsar…”

  Rytsar moved to the back of the tables and began striking the bottom of emiliya’s bare feet. She didn’t react at first, trying hard to take it silently, but soon she was wiggling and whimpering.

  “Be still.”

  Emiliya instantly froze and only made soft mewing sounds as he tapped the cane several more times on those pink, vulnerable feet. He then turned his attention on missi, giving her the same order to be still before tormenting her feet to the delight of emiliya.

  Moving slowly up their calves, he savored his power over their increasing arousal. The twins played both observers and participants in this scene, and he—the Master over it all.

  It was intoxicating.

  Rytsar alternated between them as he continued up their thighs to their buttocks, choosing to spend extra time on those delectable asses. When both were decorated with pleasing peppermint stripes, he put the cane down.

  “Please don’t stop, Rytsar,” missi begged.

  The girls stared at each other, tears glistening on their smiling cheeks. They wiggled their hips in a desperate attempt to stimulate their swollen pussies. Greedy little cunts.

  He chuckled as he left them to walk over to a chest of drawers. He slid the top one open and pulled out two realistic silicone dildos. His low laughter filled the space as he strolled back to his helplessly bound subs, who could only look at each other, unable to see what he had in mind for them.

  Rytsar stood between the two tables with his hands behind his back. “Open your legs wide so I can see how swollen those pussies are.”

  The twins did as he asked, glancing nervously at him, hoping to read on his face what he intended to do.

  For his own amusement he gave them a harsh look, which made them shudder in fear.

  “Who wants to go first?”

  “Emiliya does,” missi volunteered.

  Rytsar turned to emiliya. “Which do you prefer, dark cock or light?”

  Her eyes widened. “I love yours, Rytsar.”

  “Good answer,” he replied with a satisfied smirk. “Since your sister was so quick to volunteer you, I think she should go first.”

  Emiliya grinned at her sister. “If it pleases you, Rytsar.”

  He placed the dildo she’d requested down on the table beside her so she could anticipate having it stuffed inside her, then he moved over to missi.

  Missi whimpered, biting her lip when he pressed the large head of the hefty dildo against her wet pussy. He began thrusting it slowly, watching her body eagerly embrace its girth.

  “I’m fucking your sister with a big black cock,” he growled huskily.

  “Ohh…” emiliya cried beside him, squirming as she watched her sister’s expression as Rytsar forced the phallus deeper. Missi let out a passionate moan, causing emiliya to squirm even more. Once it was wedged deeply inside, he slapped missi on the ass and moved over to emiliya.

  The girl’s eyes were transfixed on the huge dildo that was soon to become her silicone lover.

  “Kiss it,” he demanded, holding it close to her mouth. Emiliya pressed her lips against the head of it with a mischievous smile.

  Her sensual kiss was a turn-on, and a rush he felt instantly transferred to his groin. Tonight he was intent on keeping control for the long session. He moved the dildo away from her beautiful lips and positione
d it against her “other” lips.

  Keeping his gaze on emiliya’s face, he eased the dildo into her. She was looser than her sister, which meant he could challenge her more with the instrument. Gritting his teeth, he thrust the phallus, enjoying her look of surprise at the depth.

  Missi started panting loudly as she rolled her pelvis against the table, using the pressure of the dildo inside her to increase her pleasure as she watched Rytsar pound her sister with the huge phallus.

  When it appeared that emiliya was about to orgasm, Rytsar immediately stopped.

  He left her panting in need as he went over to the wall to get two floggers. Tonight would be an extended session of cruel temptation, pain, and denial. He was in a particularly devilish frame of mind, and wanted to explore their limits far more than he had in the past.

  By the end of the evening, not only would the twins know each other on an entirely new level, but they would know just how exceptionally creative he could be…

  Light in His Darkness

  Sleep had become a fickle mistress since Rytsar had returned to Russia.

  He often found himself awake at that odd time between the death of the last day and the birth of the next. That strange hour when the world seemed to stop for everyone except the insomniacs. Rytsar used to fight it, but now he embraced it. Living on borrowed time made every second precious.

  But he was growing tired, unsure if fighting the inevitable was worth it.

  He’d just settled down in his favorite chair with a shot glass and a bottle of vodka beside him. In times like these, vodka was a good and faithful friend.

  Rytsar’s phone buzzed on the end table so he picked it up, curious who would be texting him at such a strange hour. The picture that popped up on the screen surprised him. It was a bottle of Zyr vodka surrounded by a red circle and a diagonal line through it.

  “It can’t be…” he muttered to himself in disbelief. He immediately dialed Thane’s number and shouted, “I’m a dyadya!”

  “It’s true, old friend,” Thane chuckled, affirming his claim.

  “So you finally made your fucking count.”