Brie's Russian Fantasy (After Graduation, #3) Page 6

  Brie let out a primal scream that echoed throughout the room, desperate to express her passion and need for Sir. He met it with a roar of his own as he emptied his essence deep inside her.

  He pulled her up to him, one arm across her chest, the other hand concentrated on her pussy. “Come for me, téa,” he whispered through gritted teeth.

  Brie threw her head back and allowed all the emotion and sexual electricity to release at once. She writhed in his arms as the powerful climax washed over her, blurring her senses. Afterwards, she lay against him like a ragdoll.

  Sir murmured in her ear, “My beautiful goddess, see how you have captivated the audience.”

  Brie glanced discreetly at the men surrounding them. Their eyes were trained on her, holding varying looks of admiration and ravenous need. It was empowering to be admired by so many Doms, but she knew the truth.

  “Master,” she whispered.

  “Yes, téa?”

  “No one else in the room matters but you.”

  The Taking

  Katia, one of Rytsar’s favorite submissives, insisted on taking Brie out for a day of shopping. With only a few more days left before her return to the States, the Russian beauty with grey-green eyes suggested taking Brie to bargain for souvenirs at the Izmaylovo Market, a place popular for its rows upon rows of folk art, jewelry, and Russian crafts.

  Sir gave his blessing, but told Brie before she left, “I have arranged a special rendezvous for us today. Do not get so caught up in your shopping that you resist.”

  “Of course not, Sir.”

  “Do not resist,” he repeated. She noticed the glint in his eye, hinting to something clandestine. She felt a tingling in her loins. Is there a kidnapping in my future?

  Brie spent hours perusing the individual shops constantly on the lookout for Sir, but he didn’t show. Eventually she quit anticipating his arrival and immersed herself in the joys of bargaining with the shopkeepers and joking around with Katia.

  After an especially good bargaining session, Katia suggested they celebrate. “Shall we stop for a drink, Bennett-téa?” Brie liked the cute nickname Katia had given her, combining her last name with Sir’s pet name. With her hands already full with purchases, she readily agreed. “Sounds lovely!”

  Brie tried to keep up with her long-legged friend as they navigated the backstreets of the city, but it was a struggle with her bulky packages. “Wait, Katia!” she shouted when the girl rounded a corner ahead of her. Brie ran to catch up, but couldn’t find her when she made it to the corner. She ran on to the next street, but couldn’t find Katia anywhere. Brie doubled back, not knowing what else to do.

  Chills went down her spine when she first heard the confident footsteps behind her. Even though she knew it must be Sir, her survival instincts kicked in. The feeling of being chased was frightening even though it was thrilling, causing a reaction she had no control over. Brie understood she wasn’t supposed to show resistance, but she got ready to bolt.

  A strong hand covered her mouth, pulling her roughly backwards. Brie’s cries were muffled as she fought for her freedom. She was dragged kicking and screaming into a van and then everything went dark as the door slammed shut.

  “Shhhh…shhhh…” her captor whispered as his powerful arms held her tight against him. Brie realized she was in the hands of Rytsar and whimpered, relieved but still suffering from the adrenaline rush of her abduction.

  He forcibly bound her wrists and ankles together, securing them so that she was properly hogtied and unable to move. Before he placed the gag over her mouth he kissed her deeply, his tongue caressing the inside of her mouth.

  Brie heard another man speak Russian who was out of her line of sight, but she could have sworn it was her Master. The men’s exchange was lively. If it was indeed Sir, she suspected he was giving Rytsar a hard time for kissing her. The van screeched to a halt and the two switched places, with Rytsar now at the wheel.

  She was rolled onto her side and blindfolded. Hands roved over her body, rough and demanding, but she knew with certainty it was Sir. He ripped at her clothes, exposing both her breasts and pussy. Then he pressed his hand against her bare mound and spoke Russian in a low ominous tone as he pushed his fingers inside her. Instantly she became the willing but helpless captive.

  Brie moaned into the gag when his lips landed on her skin and she felt his teeth on her neck. Sir knew exactly how to subdue her for play. She did not move or make a sound as he rolled her onto her stomach.

  Brie wondered if this was a take on her warrior fantasy. She quivered at the thought of her pleasure being increased twofold. There seemed to be only one problem—it didn’t appear Sir wanted to share her.

  Brie giggled into her gag.

  Sir fisted her hair, pulling her head back. He growled into her ear, sending shivers of fearful pleasure as he ripped away the remainder of her skirt and slapped her ass hard. He let go of her then and moved away. It was her punishment for getting out of character.

  That will not happen again, Master, she promised him silently.

  Brie wondered where they were taking her and what their plans were. She knew they weren’t going back to mansion, because the drive had been far too long already. She’d lain on her stomach for so long that she was desperate to catch a full breath. Brie wiggled slightly in an attempt to find a more comfortable position, but was unsuccessful and groaned in distress. Sir quickly turned her on her on her side, brushing his hand over her body before abandoning her again.

  Rytsar said something and the two started arguing. Brie wondered if Rytsar had wanted her to suffer for longer, but he did not have the final say—which seemed to irk the Dom. It was certainly interesting having best friends scene together like this.

  Brie was extremely grateful to Sir for rolling her over. Even though Rytsar’s hogtie was exciting in its tightness and constraint, she found it far more provocative now that she could breathe again. It gave her the opportunity to fantasize about what was going to happen. Brie couldn’t stop herself from imagining taking both Sir and Rytsar at the same time, but she immediately dismissed the idea. Sir had been much too quick to switch places with Rytsar after the Russian kissed her. It appeared that her Master was a possessive lover… Brie thought back on her warrior fantasy. It revolved around the young maiden losing her virginity. She was curious what ‘virginal’ territories these two planned to plunder.

  The van slowed to a stop and she heard Rytsar exit the vehicle. The door of the van slid open and the northern wind blasted in, taking her breath away. Brie was dragged to the cold edge of the van floor and covered in a blanket before she was lifted up and carried between both men.

  They spoke in hushed tones, possibly going over the sequence of events. The men stopped and then she heard a key in a lock and the creak of a door being swung open. The instant they walked over the threshold, the warmth and crackling sounds of a fire greeted her. She was carried to another room and thrown unceremoniously on a hard bed.

  The blanket was ripped away. She felt the hands of both men pulling off the remnants of her clothes—the squeezing of a breast, the rubbing of her wet clit—and then they were gone.

  She listened to them moving about, the clinking of glasses and laughter. Were they celebrating her capture or what was about to commence? Her loins contracted in pleasure at the thought of two highly experienced Doms playing with her.

  Brie heard someone enter the room. She whimpered, keeping to her character but also hoping to instigate a response. The low rumble that escaped from his lips let her know it was Rytsar. She stiffened as he approached, unsure of his intent, remembering their last session together quite clearly.

  His hands were rough as he untied her from her bonds and removed the gag and blindfold. Then he massaged her limbs, loosening up the muscles that had been bound for so long. But the handsome Dom was not finished. He proceeded to bind her wrists together again. Then his hand trailed down her body until he grasped her ankle and secured it to a leg of the
simple bed set in the center of the room. He did the same with the other.

  “Please don’t hurt me,” she begged, keeping in character but secretly meaning it. He grunted in reply, his face remaining stoic—not a reassuring response. Rytsar grabbed her bound wrists and pulled her towards him so that her body was completely stretched and her head hung over the edge of the bed. He secured her wrists so that she was immobile.

  Despite her real fear, Brie’s pussy responded to his rough treatment, moistening itself for possible entry.

  He chuckled to himself as he looked her over, obviously pleased with his work. He called out to Sir, who entered with a smile on his face. Sir’s expression quickly changed to one of lustful avarice when he beheld his helpless sub.

  He nodded to Rytsar and then gazed back at her. The intensity of his stare made her squirm. She was no longer his submissive—she was his powerless captive.

  Sir descended on her, surprising her with the fierceness of his kiss. He grabbed her long curls in one hand and her chin in the other, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. At the same time, she felt Rytsar’s fingers on her inner thigh. He said something wicked-sounding in Russian as he explored the folds of her wet pussy. She groaned as the Dom expertly teased her clit.

  Sir’s kiss suddenly became more heated. He released her face and his hands moved down to her breasts. He flicked her nipples, making them taut before his lips left hers and he encased one with his eager mouth. He sucked hard on one while continuing to pull and tease the other.

  Meanwhile, Rytsar rimmed the entrance of her pussy with his fingers without penetrating. Brie’s body instinctively tried to arch in response, but could not because of the restrictive bindings. It caused a gush of moistness that Rytsar rubbed against her already sensitive clit, causing her pussy to contract in delicious pleasure. As soon as he felt her respond, Rytsar pulled away and left the bed.

  Brie concentrated on Sir. He’d pressed her breasts together and was sucking each nipple alternately. She thrust her head back, giving in to the electrical current he was shooting directly to her groin.

  Then she heard it…the distinctive sound of the Magic Wand. This time Brie’s whimper was quite real. Rytsar chuckled under his breath, anticipating the orgasmic torture he was about to unleash. Brie’s whole body tensed when she felt the vibration on her pussy.

  Sir pinched her nipples as his lips returned to her mouth. She closed her eyes as her whole body began to tremble with the vibration. The Russian Dom was forcing a quick orgasm. However, Rytsar commanded, “Nyet,” just as she was about to crest.

  Brie cried out as she fought against the desperate need to release. Sir pinched her nipples harder, giving her something to latch onto other than the fire within her loins. With a valiant effort she avoided the orgasm.

  Rytsar seemed pleased and eased up on the vibrating pressure against her clit. Sir got up and moved to the head of the bed. He unzipped his pants and presented her with a raging hard-on.

  Brie looked up at him, but did not open her mouth, in keeping with her character. He pressed his cock against her lips. The warmth of it enticed her. She pretended reluctance as she opened her mouth and he forced the head of his shaft inside.

  “Sosatʹ moy chlen,” he commanded gruffly.

  There was no need to translate that order. Brie began sucking his cock with timid relish. While Sir enjoyed her services, Rytsar pressed the vibrator against her clit with renewed fervor.

  Brie moaned on Sir’s cock as Rytsar played with her pussy. She took it all in, loving the dual attention. Her mouth was delightfully occupied by her Master while her clit danced with the vibrator.

  Master thrust deeper down her throat, demanding full access. She relaxed her muscles to allow his sexy invasion. However, Rytsar was not playing fair and she found herself about to come again without any warning.

  “Nyet,” the Russian Dom said with amusement.

  Brie’s muffled cries met his command.

  Sir stroked her throat with his hands, feeling the swell of his cock inside her. The pressure of his fingers distracted her enough to stave off the climax, but just barely.

  Rytsar eased the vibration momentarily. Brie wasn’t sure how much she could take, but all her concerns fell away when Sir held onto her face with both hands and began fucking her mouth. Suddenly, it was just the two of them as he derived pleasure from her throat and she reveled in giving her body over to him. Brie closed her eyes and drifted into an ethereal bliss.

  Instead of coming in her throat, Sir pulled out and released on her chest. She moaned with satisfaction as he spread his semen over her skin. It was a psychological and visual claiming. “I am Sir’s…” she murmured aloud.

  Rytsar’s blue eyes flashed with impish joy as he pressed the vibrator against her and turned it onto the higher setting. She had no hope and whimpered in protest.

  Sir knelt down by her head and growled passionately into her ear. She felt a deep contraction in her pussy in response to his voice. Then she heard the welcome word, “Da,” come from her Master’s lips. She followed his order and came fiercely in honor of both men. Her hips could not lift into the air, so she remained still as the muscles of her vagina pulsed powerfully and her feminine juices flowed in release.

  The wand was removed and then Brie felt Rytsar’s warm tongue as he gave her still reverberating sex a prolonged lick, while Sir seized her mouth and kissed her deeply. The double kiss was the perfect ending to the scene, and Brie sighed in satisfaction when they pulled away.

  Rytsar began untying her ankles while Sir took care of her wrists. Her Master kissed her one more time before helping her to her feet. She wobbled a bit, weak from the session, so Master picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, carrying her through the spacious cabin to a bathroom in the back.

  The place had a rustic feel, but everything was of the finest quality, including the tub. It was free-standing with golden claw-feet. He set her down and gently pushed her towards it. Obviously she was meant to clean up before the next scene. Brie immediately started the water as she watched Sir leave. She could barely hear their manly voices over the rushing water of the tap. It was deliciously provocative contemplating what they might do next.

  When she’d finished her bath, she was surprised to find Rytsar waiting for her just outside the doorway. He took hold of the back of her neck, sending a chill of possession through her. He guided her to the main room where Sir was waiting for them.

  Her Master watched silently as Rytsar tied her to a chair. After binding her wrists behind her and her legs to the chair, he picked up a set of gold nipple clamps connected by a chain. He smiled as he manipulated each nipple, readying it for the clamp. Then he pulled on the sensitive skin, attaching the clamp to the areola so that when he released it, her nipple stood erect and begging for attention. Rytsar moved to the other, performing the same procedure before tightening the pressure on both.

  The Russian Dom flicked her nipples playfully, sending an immediate burst of fire to her nether regions. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, taking in the sensation. He made one quick swipe against her slit and grunted his approval before returning to Sir.

  The two sat down at a small table and began a game of chess. With her nipples throbbing and her pussy wet, she watched the Doms battle it out in a contest of strategy and wit. They laughed and chatted in Russian the entire time, but there was an underlying intensity to their play. Despite being friends, the two were fierce competitors.

  Watching the two play chess, she better understood their success as Doms. Each was able to see several moves ahead and anticipate what the other was planning. The two were closely matched, making it a long and passionate game.

  Sir glanced at her several times during the match, apparently liking what he saw. Each time she felt his eyes on her, she melted inside. It would take only a simple touch and she would come for him. It was during one of his glances that Rytsar moved a piece without Sir’s knowledge. When Master looked back
at the board, Rytsar moved another piece and knocked Sir’s king over with a smug smile.

  Sir shook his head and looked over the board as if he couldn’t believe it. Rytsar glanced at Brie and winked. It was a wicked thing to do. She debated whether to tell Sir, but found there was no need as he quickly identified the false move. He shot Rytsar a humorous look before knocking his king over and declaring himself the winner.

  The two broke out in laughter. Then Sir looked at Brie again, his luminous eyes sucking her in, hypnotizing her. He stood up and she held her breath. As he approached, she squirmed in the chair, knowing the power of his touch. She whimpered when his lips came dangerously close to hers, and then he moved to her ear and whispered, “Téa.”

  Her pussy erupted in a small orgasm. Sir reached between her legs and felt the last of its tremors. He smiled before walking away, leaving her alone in the room with the Russian. She glanced in Rytsar’s direction. He stared at her as if he held some dark and delectable secret he was unwilling to share.

  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.