Hope's First Christmas (Brie's Submission Book 19) Read online

  “Did you open the gifts I gave you both tonight?” Rytsar demanded, handing them each a shot glass.

  “No. We didn’t have any time to,” Brie explained.

  Rytsar frowned. “It is rude to leave gifts unopened when Santa is present.”

  “But, it’s not even Christmas yet. Don’t you want us to wait?”

  “Nyet.”

  Brie grinned. “Well, I have to admit I like the way you think.”

  Sir nudged him. “You do realize I’m trying to teach her patience.”

  “I do.” He smirked.

  “Fucking sadist.”

  “I wear the badge proudly, moy droog.”

  Brie went to the car and came back with two small boxes, handing Sir the larger of the two which was addressed to him.

  “Go ahead, radost moya. Open it,” Rytsar commanded excitedly.

  She smiled as she tore into the paper of the tiny box, wondering what it could be since his gifts tended to be extravagant. Lifting the lid, she smiled as she took out a silver toe ring with a white flower in the center.

  She admired the pretty white petals and the bright yellow center and gave him a hug.

  “This is lovely, Rytsar. Thank you.”

  When she pulled away, Rytsar sighed, taking off his Santa hat. His expression suddenly became serious. “After everything that’s happened this year, I’ve had a profound epiphany, radost moya. Material things do not matter. It’s not about what you can buy, but what you can give. When I saw this, it made me smile. I hope when you wear it, it will make you smile, too.”

  Brie hugged it to her chest before slipping it on the index toe of her left foot. “It’ll make me smile every day when I look at it.”

  “I agree with you about the gifts,” Sir told him. “It’s one of the reasons I don’t care for this holiday. A simple gift given in love is worth far more than anything money can buy.”

  “Well said, brother. Now, open my gift.”

  Sir tore at the paper and pulled out a set of black leather gloves. He studied them curiously.

  “You don’t like the gloves?” Rytsar asked, sounding offended.

  “It’s not that I don’t like them, but I don’t wear gloves when I scene.”

  “Well, maybe you should.”

  Sir nodded, putting them on. “They are comfortable,” he admitted.

  “Da, and they make women go crazy. Just look at radost moya. She can barely keep her hands off you.”

  Brie giggled. “It’s true, Sir. I’m crazy about you.”

  Sir cupped her chin with his gloved hand and kissed her hard on the lips.

  “See? They are like magnets for the pussy,” Rytsar asserted.

  Sir chuckled, taking them off and placing them back in the box. “When I use them, I’ll let you know what I think.”

  “Perfect,” Rytsar said.

  “Unfortunately, you’ll have to wait for your gift, old friend. We don’t open presents early in this house.”

  Rytsar shrugged. “It matters little to me. As I said, it’s what you can give that counts.”

  He glanced at Brie hungrily. “And I am in the mood to give generously, over and over until you beg Santa for mercy.”

  Brie’s desire shot through the roof when Sir replied, “Should we move this to our bedroom, then?”

  “Da.”

  She was trembling with excitement as she followed the two men. After a night of kinky teasing she was in desperate need of release!

  “Let Rytsar undress you, then lie on the bed, téa.”

  Goosebumps rose on her skin as Rytsar unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. He chuckled when he saw her festive panty set. “Your ass is covered in candy canes, radost moya.”

  She smiled. “Isn’t it cute? Sir gave them to me as a gift.”

  Rytsar snorted. “It’s good to see you have a sense of humor, moy droog.”

  Sir looked at Brie lustfully. “I happen to enjoy the taste of peppermint.”

  Brie blushed, remembering the time he gagged her with a large peppermint stick.

  Rytsar unclasped her bra next and tossed it to the floor, cupping her breasts in his big hands. Leaning down, he bit her neck, sending delightful chills through her body.

  After slipping off her panties, he swatted her ass. “To the bed, woman.”

  Brie smiled at Sir as she climbed onto the bed and lay down, her nipples already tight buds and her pussy soaking wet. She was so ready for this!

  Rytsar lay down beside her, still dressed in his costume and smiled wickedly. “Tonight, I watch.”

  Brie raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked over at Sir.

  “So be it.” Loosening his tie, Sir laid it on the nightstand.

  Brie watched in rapt attention as he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off. Piece by piece, Sir undressed in front of her, slowly exposing his sexy body.

  Even before he lay on the bed, she ached to be claimed by him.

  Based on the hardness of his cock, it was obvious that Sir was in an equal state of arousal.

  “Oh, Master…” she murmured. An electric current coursed through her when she felt his touch.

  Sir claimed her lips roughly, his tongue penetrating her mouth. Brie moaned as he kissed her passionately.

  Her body burned with desire, needing to feel him inside her.

  “Please,” she begged.

  Normally, he would make her wait but, tonight, Sir seemed especially ravenous for her.

  Moving between Brie’s legs, Sir pressed his cock against her swollen pussy. She coated with her wet excitement.

  Arching her hips, she beckoned to him with her body, inviting him to claim her now.

  “Please,” she begged again.

  He could not ignore her need and thrust into her.

  Brie cried out in pleasure as he filled her with his cock.

  He groaned in satisfaction as he forced her body to take his full length.

  “Yes!” she screamed—needing and wanting to be fucked hard.

  Brie looked up and met his gaze, reveling in the raging lust she saw in his eyes.

  Images of their fire play danced in her head as he rammed his cock into her, showing her pussy no mercy.

  When Rytsar started teasing her ass with his finger, her entire body clenched as a tremendous climax took away all thought. Brie momentarily lost touch with reality as she experienced a long and powerful orgasm.

  Sir groaned, unable to control his own release because of the strength of hers. Brie’s eyes fluttered and she was unable to voice a sound.

  In that moment, he threw his head back and growled, “Fuck…!” as he came.

  Brie had tears in her eyes when her climax finally ended.

  “What was that?” she gasped breathlessly. “I think I just had the come of the century.”

  “It was quite impressive to watch,” Rytsar stated, his eyes glinting with intense desire.

  Sir rolled off Brie and lay there panting. “Holy fuck…” he groaned.

  “Was it as good for you as it was for me?” she asked, still panting herself.

  He turned toward her, his body drenched in sweat. “I came so hard that my balls still ache.”

  Brie gave him a gratified smile and turned her head to see Rytsar stroking himself through his Santa suit.

  It was damn sexy.

  “May I, Santa?” she asked.

  Rytsar removed his hand.

  Although still weak from her orgasm, Brie moved into position and freed his cock, taking his hard shaft into her mouth. His manly groan caused her pussy to contract in pleasure.

  Needing to come again, Brie asked Sir, “Would you play with me, Master?”

  Sir smiled as he moved closer to her, reaching between her legs. Her pussy seemed extra sensitive to his touch, and she purred on Rytsar’s shaft in excitement.

  While she took her time and leisurely loved on Rytsar’s cock, Brie came three more times. During her last orgasm, Rytsar grabbed her head and held it in place as he pumped his seed deep into her throat.

  When she pulled away with his come coating her lips, she murmured seductively, “Oh, how I love the taste of Santa.”

  Christmas Morn

  Brie woke up while it was still dark outside and smiled. She was bursting with excitement, knowing it was Christmas morning.

  She rolled over slowly, not wanting to wake Sir, and was surprised to see he wasn’t in bed.

  “Sir?” she called out.

  Silence.

  As she walked out of their bedroom, she saw the light in the kitchen was on. Walking to the kitchen, she noticed Sir stirring a small pot on the stove.

  “What are you doing up so early?” she asked playfully.

  He turned to see she was still naked and smiled, holding his hand out to her. “Dressed in my favorite outfit, I see…”

  Brie came to him and purred when he wrapped his arm around her. “You told me once that your family made hot chocolate together—a special cocoa that your mother reserved only for Christmas morning,” he stated as he stirred the pot. “I had special chocolate delivered from Italy so I could treat you to a cup of hot chocolate that my nonna is famous for.”

  As Brie looked into the pot at the warm milk chocolate, tears came to her eyes. She had once surprised him with Ribollita on Christmas morning as her Christmas gift to him, and here he wanted not only to connect to her family’s traditions but also to give her a taste of his.

  She squeezed him hard, deeply moved by the gift. For a man who didn’t care for the holiday, Sir truly knew how to give her the perfect present.

  Once he’d poured the warm chocolate into two mugs, he sprinkled cinnamon on top. Before giving it to her, he turned on some music at a low volume. The sound of Alonzo’s violin filled the kitchen as he played a soulful and poignant version of “What Child is This”.

  “Oh, my…” she whispered in awe, turning to Sir. “His violin is truly magical.”

  Sir smiled at her tenderly. “My father privately recorded a Christmas album for family and friends as his Christmas gift to them. I haven’t listened to it since he died.”

  Brie closed her eyes, focusing on the emotion behind the instrument. Despite the fact that Alonzo was no longer on this Earth, the emotions he’d poured into his instrument were as alive now as they were the day he recorded it.

  “He’s here with us,” she said, overcome with emotion.

  Sir nodded with tears in his eyes. “Yes, he is. It feels as if he is speaking to me directly through his music.” He handed her a mug as he took a drink himself.

  Brie took a sip and moaned in pleasure. His nonna’s hot chocolate was rich and thick, and the hint of cinnamon enhanced the flavor. “It’s like drinking a melted bar of the most exquisite chocolate I’ve ever tasted.”

  “Nonna believes in feeding the soul with her cooking.”

  Brie smiled. “I consider my soul well fed today.”

  “Nonna would be pleased,” he said with a smile.

  They finished the chocolaty cup of love without speaking as they listened to Alonzo quietly serenading them with his violin.

  Once she was done, Sir kissed her deeply. He tasted of chocolate as he explored her mouth with his tongue. It was decadent and sensual, making Brie purr in pleasure.

  He broke the kiss and murmured, “I want you.”

  Those three words made her heart race. Taking her hand, Sir led her outside to their private hot tub. The sun was just breaking and coloring the sky with its pink hue. Brie shivered in the cold morning air, her nipples contracting into tight buds as he led her to the hot tub that he had already prepared.

  Taking her hand, Sir helped her climb the steps and settle into the bubbling water.

  “Wait…is that mint I smell?”

  Sir smiled as he undressed to join her. “I added candy cane aromatherapy crystals to the water.”

  Tickled by the idea, Brie cupped the water and brought it to her nose, taking in the minty scent. “I love it, Sir.”

  He settled in beside her, stating lustfully, “I want you to associate candy canes with being thoroughly fucked on Christmas.”

  Sir pulled her to him, claiming her mouth as his hands ran over her body. Brie melted against him, enjoying the heat of the bubbling water contrasting with the cool morning air.

  That contrast alone was stimulating, but when she felt how hard his shaft was as it pressed against her, it made Brie that much hotter.

  Sir lifted her and told her to straddle him as he pressed his cock against her pussy. Brie reached down and guided the head of his shaft into her, moaning as he penetrated her.

  He put his finger to her lips. “Remember, there may be early risers out on the beach.”

  Brie’s eyes widened. She had momentarily forgotten that someone might hear them. She nodded, blushing.

  Sir took his finger away and ravaged her mouth while she ground against his hard cock. Brie’s nipples rubbed against his chest as she rode his cock, sending her body into ecstasy.

  She looked up at the sky streaked with colors. At the same time, the scent of peppermint filled the air and her thoughts.

  Merry fucking Christmas to me!

  Changing position, Sir moved behind her. The strategically placed “seat” of the tub had Brie at just the right height for her to lie on her stomach against the rounded edge of the hot tub while the jet stimulated her pussy.

  Sir thrust his cock into her and she let out a muffled squeak, enjoying the strength of the thrust. Brie concentrated on the delicious combination of his deep penetration mixed with the intensity of the jets against her clit.

  “Let’s come together,” he whispered huskily.

  “I want nothing more, Master,” she moaned, excited at the thought.

  “I’m going to count down slowly when I am ready to come.”

  She only nodded in answer, trying desperately to stay her orgasm until his release.

  “Look back at me, Brie,” he commanded.

  Looking back to meet his gaze, Sir slowed down his thrusts so her body could concentrate on his movements. With precision, he rubbed the head of his shaft against her G-spot.

  She held her breath, chills of anticipation coursing through her body as he started to count down.

  “Three…two…one…”

  Her eyes never left his as her inner muscles squeezed his cock and he came inside her.

  She was overcome by the love and passion in his gaze as they climaxed together. It was such an intimate and glorious feeling.

  Afterward, he leaned down and kissed her. “Maybe it’s time we start thinking about baby number two.”

  Brie’s heart thrilled at the thought.

  Sir stood up and reached over, grabbed one of the large beach towels he had laid out for them, and held it up for her. He helped her out of the hot tub and wrapped her in the towel.

  “Merry Christmas, babygirl.”

  She stood on tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. “Thank you for the best start to Christmas I could imagine.”

  “It’s about to get even better,” he stated, wrapping the other towel around himself. “Once we clean up, we’re going to wake up Hope and experience the magic of Christmas through our daughter’s eyes.”

  Brie couldn’t wait.

  Once they were both dressed, they walked into her room and Sir turned on the light. Hope squirmed in her crib and slowly opened her eyes.

  “Merry Christmas, my little angel,” Sir said tenderly, smiling down at her.

  Hope broke out in a grin and held her hands out. Brie picked her up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Here’s to the first of many Christmases, sweet pea.”

  She carried her to the Christmas tree and settled down on the floor while Sir turned the lights on the tree on and set them to twinkling.

  Hope’s eyes widened as she stared at it. Her joy only increased when Shadow appeared and sat next to Brie. “Dow!”

  Brie petted the cat as she looked at Sir, smiling.

  “Which present do you want to unwrap first?” Sir asked Hope, pulling three presents out from under the tree.

  Hope grabbed for the one with the red bow.

  “This one it is, then,” he said, sliding it over to her.

  Brie pulled off the bow, gave it to Hope, and then she slowly unwrapped the box. “Oh, look, sweetie. It’s a stuffed teddy bear.”

  She was touched that Sir had purchased her gift himself, after examining a multitude of them at different stores.

  “Feel how soft he is,” Brie said, rubbing the soft fur against Hope’s cheek.

  Hope smiled but her attention was immediately drawn back to the red bow in her hand.

  “Why don’t you open the big box?” Brie suggested to Sir.

  With great fanfare, Sir tore the paper and let it flutter to the ground. He opened the box itself and pulled out an activity table with tons of fun things to press, pull, and twist. He pressed a big yellow button and the funny noise it made caused Hope to laugh.

  “That’s more like it,” Sir said, setting it next to her. Hope hit the button with her left hand and squealed in laughter, clapping her hands together when it made the sound again. In her excitement, she’d dropped the bow.

  Once again, she focused on it as she picked it back up.

  Sir chuckled, handing the last one to Brie. “Let’s see if this last one will grab her attention.”

  Brie pulled off the silver bow. and set it aside as she tore at the pretty paper of the box she had carefully wrapped.

  “Oh, Hope, look at all these fun books to read!” Brie had bought her a set of soft cloth books, each with a different animal on the cover. The books had peek-a-boo flaps and a variety of sounds and touch-and-feel textures for Hope to interact with. She held up the one with the cat on it. “What do you think?”

  Hope took it from Brie and shook it several times before dropping it and reaching for the silver bow. Brie laughed and handed it to her.

  “I think we could have bought a bunch of bows and she would have been just as happy.”

  Sir winked at her before getting up and leaving the room for a moment. When he returned, he had the bag of the extra bows. He let them fall all around Hope, and he was immediately rewarded with her squeals of laughter.

  Hope let go of the silver one and grabbed a green one, trying to give it to Shadow.

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