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  Sir gave her time to adjust before he seized her hips for leverage and pulled out so he could thrust back inside her. Rytsar waited to ascertain his rhythm before grabbing her waist and alternating his strokes. The men kept the rhythm slow but consistent, allowing her body to grow accustomed to the movement before they began fully thrusting inside her.

  Brie screamed the first time they each gave a full stroke. It was almost too much. Sir kept his eyes on her. “Give in, téa.”

  She closed her eyes as a tingling sensation grew from her core and slowly spread outwards.

  “Good girl.”

  Brie opened her eyes for Sir and basked in the glory of receiving both cocks deeply. Pleasing both Doms at the same time was deliciously decadent—the ultimate fantasy.

  Rytsar changed things up when he stopped thrusting and grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her up so that her back was against his chest. He wrapped one hand around her throat and nibbled on her neck as he clasped her right breast possessively with his other hand. “My cock missed you, radost moya.”

  Brie moaned, her body remembering quite well the last time he’d taken her.

  Sir used the opportunity to rub his fingers vigorously against her clit. Her pussy was already on fire, engorged with fierce desire. She twitched in Rytsar’s arms as Sir stoked the flames. She thrashed her head against the Russian’s chest, a captive to the orgasm they were about to unleash.

  She started screaming, unable to form coherent words. “Ah… Ahh…!”

  Brie turned her head and bit down on Rytsar’s wrist in desperation. He roared his approval, forcing his cock deep into her ass as his hand tightened around her neck. “Yes,” he growled hoarsely. “Come for my cock, radost moya.”

  She looked down at Sir, her whole body melting when she saw the intensity of his gaze—as if he could swallow her whole. He mouthed the words, “Come now.”

  It was a confusion of sensations as her pussy tried to contract but could not, being stretched unnaturally tight. Instead, it became an intense burning that radiated from her pussy and blew through her. Her scream caught in her throat as her senses were blinded by the rush.

  When she regained her awareness, she found herself staring down at Sir while Rytsar breathed low, haunting words into her ear, probably Russian—Brie was oblivious.

  Rytsar let go of her and she returned her head to Sir’s chest, reveling in the unique subspace they had evoked.

  Brie purred, “Yes,” when they started up again, thrusting deep into her body. She became a ravenous canvas for them, anxious to be transformed into something new by the two sexual artists.

  Sir ordered her to cross her arms behind her. He then wrapped her in a tight embrace. “Fuck her,” he commanded of Rytsar, while he remained still, buried in her quivering pussy.

  Sir effectively became her bindings as he gave Rytsar free rein over her ass. Instead of pumping into her hard, he experimented with different angles. It took time until Rytsar found the one that made her shudder all over.

  Being held captive by Sir was sexy on all kinds of levels. She listened to his heartbeat as Rytsar began stroking her at the perfect angle. Each thrust brought a symphony of pleasure. She reveled in the feeling, allowing it to carry her higher.

  Rytsar grunted as she tensed. The sound of his lusty pleasure turned her on further. She felt her pussy start to pulse in time with her Master’s heartbeat. She was sexually in sync with him, and the thought of it sent her to the edge.

  “Master, I want to come for you.”

  “Yes, téa.”

  Tears of joy ran down Brie’s cheeks as she lost herself. She heard the lustful releases of both men as they rocked her body with their orgasms, and then all became warm and silent. She floated higher, as if in a dream, the alcohol enhancing the natural high of her subspace.

  When she felt Rytsar move, she protested. Sir chuckled beneath her. “All good things must come to an end, my little flyer.”

  It was with reluctance that she returned to earth as the lonely sound of a cell phone echoed in the other room.

  Rytsar finally disengaged to answer it. He returned, holding the cell phone out to Sir.

  Sir took it and answered in an official tone, not giving away the fact he was naked and buried inside his sub.

  The person on the other end was speaking so fast, Brie could not make out what was said, but she grew concerned at Sir’s serious expression. “We will be leaving in a few days. Surely, that will leave enough time.” He paused again. “I’m afraid so.”

  Brie quietly detached herself from him, trying to conceal her worry.

  When Sir finally ended the call, he surprised her by laughing.

  “What’s going on?” Rytsar demanded.

  “Sorry, friend. I’m not allowed to speak of it. But I need to see if we can’t get a flight out sooner.”

  He turned to Brie with a wistful look on his face. “Well, babygirl…it looks like your life is about to change.”

  His Pride

  Rytsar was an influential man in Moscow, and was able to secure Brie and Sir a flight back to the States. On the drive to the airport, he complained, “I do not like this sudden leaving, moy droog. Nor the secrecy behind it.”

  Sir smirked. “Sorry, I was instructed not to divulge any information. You will know it as soon as Brie has permission to share.”

  Rytsar looked at her, defiance flashing in his eyes. “I had better be the first you inform, radost moya.”

  She opened her mouth, ready to assure him that he would be, but Sir interrupted. “Make no promises.”

  Brie suddenly became worried. How serious is this secret?

  Rytsar frowned at Sir, sounding deeply offended. “I deserve to know.”

  Sir placed his hand on the Russian’s shoulder. “There is no need to get your feathers ruffled, my friend. I simply think Brie will want to share it with others first. Rest assured, you will be told in a timely manner.”

  He growled in dissatisfaction. “I do not care to be left in the dark.”

  “It seems fitting you should suffer after your airport shenanigans. To abuse my sub in such a manner when she’d barely stepped onto Russian soil…”

  “She handled herself fine, moy droog. You were the one who had me in stitches,” said Rytsar, laughing.

  Sir shrugged off the laughter at his expense. “Insulting me won’t help your cause. Brie is capable of putting you farther down the list of people to call.”

  The Russian gave Brie a domineering look and barked, “Don’t.”

  She struggled not to smile. It was humorous that the secret Sir was keeping was bothering Rytsar almost as much as it was bothering her.

  Once they were safely on the plane, a private business jet with only a few prominent Russians on board, Sir shared the remarkable news with Brie. “Mr. Holloway has run into an unforeseen snag in his latest project. They are on a forced hiatus while it is being ironed out. His insistence on confidentiality is to prevent already gun-shy investors from backing out of his project before he has a chance to remedy the situation.”

  Brie stared at Sir, not really hearing anything after he mentioned the name ‘Holloway’. Her heart began racing. This is my big break!

  Sir continued, “He only has a few days, but said your documentary has been on his mind. He wants to see it in three days’ time.”

  That was when reality hit. “Three days, Sir?”

  “Yes. That’s why I cut the trip short. You will basically have forty-eight hours, by the time we make it back to LA, to finish editing your documentary.”

  “It’s not enough time,” she protested.

  “It is enough time,” he corrected, “since it is all the time you’ve been given.”

  She bit back the feeling of panic and nodded. “Yes, Sir. I will make it work.”

  He covered her with a blanket. “Go to sleep, Brie,” Sir commanded. “This will be the only chance you have for the next three days.”

  Obeying him was nearly impossi
ble, but she forced herself to count sheep and then gave up on that, concentrating on Sir’s breathing instead. It eased her into slumber—the reassuring force of his presence.

  She had to fight back the thought that kept invading her head: This is the beginning…

  Brie spent the next two days hunched over her computer, drinking coffee and eating apples at Sir’s insistence—his idea of a more healthy energy booster. He took it upon himself to cook and care for her so that she could focus solely on editing the film.

  Brie lived and breathed her documentary, from her first night at the Submissive Training Center to the last, when she, Lea and Mary had contemplated what the future held for them. She was obsessed with the last part of her footage, where both Lea and Mary had questioned her choice to be collared. At the time, she had only been considering Tono and Faelan, with no idea how the night would end up playing out.

  However, it was difficult to listen to Mary. Brie had to fight back the bile rising in her throat when Mary mentioned wanting to take a spin with Faelan. Lea had jumped on her for it, but Brie had actually defended Mary. At the time she’d mistakenly thought the backstabber was her friend.

  It shocked Brie just how many times Mary had called her an idiot for wanting to get collared. Her claim that Brie just needed to ‘play the field’ in order to find better Doms had been a lie. The truth was that Mary hadn’t wanted Brie to be happy at all, and had been willing to do whatever it took to prevent it.

  Mary was the lowest, most spiteful person she knew. Brie’s only consolation was that despite her nemesis’ best efforts, Brie had still got her happy ending. Although graduation night hadn’t gone the way she’d envisioned, the end result had been far better than Brie could ever have hoped for. It turned out that Mary’s hatred had been unable to stop what was meant to be.

  Brie imagined seeing Blonde Nemesis in a club someday and walking up to her just to say, “Thanks for being such a backstabbing bitch. I couldn’t be happier because of you.”

  It was difficult not to cut Mary out of the film altogether. Just seeing her beautiful but stone-cold face brought back a flood of emotions. Her nemesis might have become a capable submissive, but she was a wretched excuse for a human being.

  There was only one problem: Brie knew Mary added to her documentary. Despite failing miserably as a friend, Blonde Nemesis was an ‘interesting character’. That was how Brie had decided to think of her as she edited—just a two-dimensional character. To see Mary any other way only caused her pain.

  Once Brie had selected the scenes she wanted, she spent the rest of the time finding and timing the music to match, as well as adding graphics and text. It wasn’t going to be a polished piece of work by any means, but the meat of the story was well represented.

  When she announced she was finished, Sir asked to watch it. “I want to see what you’ve been able to create.” He sat down and pulled her to him, wrapping his arm around her waist. She’d missed his touch over the last two days in her mad rush to get the project completed, and was thrilled to feel that familiar electricity his touch evoked.

  Brie was nervous when she hit play. She tried not to be obvious as she observed his reactions while he watched the film. Her heart soared whenever he smiled, but she saw the look of genuine concern when Brie spoke of the incident between Mary and Tono.

  Because Brie hadn’t become friends with her yet, it was simply Brie’s impressions of the evening Blonde Nemesis had flipped out. The girl had been purchased by Tono at an auction, but had had a psychological breakdown in his care because of her failure to disclose her serious underlying issues.

  Brie was surprised to see Sir’s smile return when Lea questioned Brie about her Kinbaku experience with Tono. Brie had been flying high after such an incredible and unusual bondage session with the talented Dom. It was apparent she’d fallen for Tono that night by her actions and words, despite Brie’s attempts to edit. She had wanted to avoid hurting Sir, but had remained true to the documentary.

  Sir maintained that smile when, later in the film, she shared with the other two girls about her day with Faelan after he’d won her at the auction. The only times she saw Sir twitch uncomfortably were when she talked about her growing feelings for Sir himself.

  When the credits rolled across the screen she turned it off, but was startled by his silence. Finally, Sir turned to her and said, “This is a telling piece.”

  She smiled uncertainly. “Do you feel it is worthy of distribution?”

  “You have done a fine job depicting your journey as a submissive…the insecurities, triumphs and eventual growth. Your humor is a nice touch.”

  She blushed at the compliment, but she still wanted to know. “Thank you, Sir. But…do you like it?”

  He touched her cheek lightly. “Your raw honesty in the film has given me new understanding of your personal journey. I hope you are prepared for the exposure, Brie. You are quite open in this film. There are many people who do not understand the lifestyle and will attack you for it.”

  “I’ve taken that under serious consideration, Sir. I fully accept what will come because of this film.”

  He tilted his head slightly. “Even with your own parents?”

  She sighed, hating the thought of it. “Yes, Sir. I am willing to face anyone who does not understand.”

  He stood up and walked to the expansive window overlooking the city.

  She stayed where she was, very aware that he had not answered her question—not directly—so she quietly asked it one more time. “Sir, did you like it?”

  He held out his hand. She instantly got up and approached him, then knelt at his feet. He put his hand on the top of her head. “I admire this piece of work you have created. However, I cannot say ‘like’ is a word I would use. I can foresee that this will subject you and the other two girls to unnecessary strife.” He helped her onto her feet. “That being said, considering how much time you’ve had to edit it, I find it an exceptional piece of work.”

  She wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you, Sir. It means so much to me to hear you say that.”

  He lifted her chin to look into her eyes. “No matter how this affects our lives, I am proud to stand with you in this moment.”

  I love this man!

  Brie stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. “I’m truly honored, Sir.”

  He grasped the back of her neck and kissed her deeply. “I believe we both need to connect on a more intimate level.”

  Brie’s heart leapt with joy. “I’ve missed your touch these last few days, Master.”

  “As have I. Undress and kneel by the Tantra chair while I select a new tool for you.”

  She felt weak inside as she removed her clothes and folded them neatly by her feet. Brie walked over to the lounger and knelt beside it, waiting for his return. In mere seconds, she’d gone from a tired filmmaker to a willing submissive. It was a glorious transition.

  Sir was naked when he walked back into the room, his strides confident and lithe like those of a predator. He held only a spreader bar, but this was different from the previous one he had used on her. This bar had four cuffs on it.

  “Today you learn a favorite Kama Sutra position of mine, téa.”

  “It is my pleasure to do so, Master.”

  “It is challenging in its depth.”

  Brie moaned softly, the thought of it making her loins ache with pleasure.

  Sir placed the bar on the floor and asked her to stand before it. He buckled each ankle to an outer cuff, the bar forcing her legs apart. Then he commanded, “Give me your left wrist.”

  Brie bent down and Sir secured her wrist to the middle of the bar. He took her right wrist and did the same, leaving Brie standing with her legs straight, her head between her knees and her ass in the air.

  He stood up and moved behind her to admire the view. “Your ass is a piece of art, woman.”

  Sir rubbed his hands over her buttocks and down her back. Brie glanced at the window to stare at her reflection. I
t was a defenseless pose, leaving her completely open to Master’s whims.

  “I see your pussy is swollen with desire, téa.” He spanked her mound lightly, sending bursts of sensual electricity to her core. Her nipples hardened in response. He slapped it again with a little more enthusiasm, making her whimper with pleasure.

  “Your pussy has missed its Master.”

  “Yes, Master. It’s desperate for you.”

  He caressed her ass again, squeezing and releasing the flesh, randomly patting her mound when the urge struck. Brie struggled to keep her balance as he played with her.

  Sir ran his finger over her wet slit and commented, “You appear ready.” Instead of plowing into her, he walked into the kitchen. She heard him take down a glass and make himself a martini.

  He knew exactly how to play her mind and body. Waiting for his attention in this suggestive pose was extremely effective. She glanced at the window again and smiled.

  Sir walked back in several minutes later and stood beside her, sipping his martini. “The position is called the Second Posture, but I modify it slightly for the added benefit the chair provides. It requires flexibility and arousal to accomplish. Are you aroused, téa?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Remember this position, as I plan to use it often.” Sir put down his drink before he slipped his arm under her stomach. Brie squealed when he lifted her off the ground. She felt like a sexy sack of potatoes, completely at the mercy of the man who carried her.

  He deftly laid her on her back, the Tantra chair cradling her body with its gentle curvature.

  Brie relaxed in the chair, but Sir instructed, “Legs straight up.”

  Brie obeyed and watched in excitement as Sir straddled the chair and sat facing her, his cock resting on her bare mound. He grabbed the bar and pushed her legs towards her head, lifting her buttocks off the chair and her pussy at an inviting angle to receive his manhood.

  Sir smiled as he slid his shaft into her and pressed his torso against her legs, still holding onto the bar with one hand. Brie let out a gasp as he thrust deeper, the angle of the chair and his position demanding that she relax in a major way.