Rytsar pulled her legs down and lay on top of her, still fully clothed. The pressure of his chest resting against the clamps was excruciating, but she was soon distracted by his insistent tongue as he kissed her deeply.
The Russian was aroused on a level she had never experienced with him. It was almost as if his kisses sucked the life from her soul, and she was willing to be emptied completely.
The hardness of his cock pressed against her mound through his pants as Rytsar began biting her, leaving a trail of painful kisses down to her collar bone. He grabbed her throat with one hand and came back to her lips, his kisses aggressive and demanding as he ground his cock against her.
“Oh, Rytsar…” Brie panted, caught up in his ravenous desire.
“Are you ready?” he growled.
“Yes.”
The Hitachi came back to life as he repositioned himself between her legs and pressed it against her swollen pussy.
“No matter how painful it becomes, know that the clovers will not break the skin.”
Brie nodded in understanding, taking in deep breaths of Sir as she gave over her will to Rytsar, letting him have his way. He teased her cruelly with the Hitachi, bringing her to the edge only to whisk it away, making her crave the release he refused to give.
She knew he was waiting for her. Waiting until she couldn’t take any more and begged for the pain.
“You are a fighter,” he praised, “but I will not lose.” He switched the wand to the higher setting.
“Mercy,” Brie cried when it vibrated against her clit.
Rytsar chuckled under his breath, showing her none.
He’s right, Brie thought as her body longed for release, this is the ultimate power play.
To experience release she had to submit to his pain, something she would never willingly do under normal circumstances. With her thighs quivering uncontrollably and her body covered in a sheen of sweat, she finally gave in to Rytsar’s will.
“Please.”
He began pulling on the clovers as he repositioned the Hitachi. The clamps squeezed like devilish vise grips as the raging fire below caught hold.
“Let it happen…”
The intense pain overwhelmed her and a terrified scream escaped her lips when he gave the clovers a final tug, ripping them from her body. In that moment of excruciating pain, she orgasmed with such delicious violence that everything went black.
She heard Rytsar’s voice calling her name, but she wasn’t ready to come back quite yet, still flying on the cloud of ecstasy he’d created. The Russian called her name again, lightly slapping her face.
With determination, she opened her eyes for him.
Rytsar shook his head as he wrapped his arms around her and nibbled on her shoulder. “Your Master mentioned your propensity to fly, radost moya, but I didn’t realize you soar as deeply as some of my masochists.”
Brie slowly floated down from her sub high, listening to Rytsar whisper to her in Russian in his husky voice. It was a beautiful way to come back to Earth.
She turned to face him and gazed into his pale blue eyes. Rytsar seemed unguarded in that moment. Ever since she’d first met the Russian he’d been daunting and mysterious, but now she saw a glimpse of the man behind the tough exterior.
He wiped away a remaining tear from her cheek. “You were brave.”
She glanced away, his praise unsettling—but in a good way.
Rytsar lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. “I’m impressed.”
Heat rose to her cheeks as she admitted quietly, “That pleases me.”
He gazed into her eyes, saying nothing. It was an exchange unlike any she’d had with the Dom because it was intimate and real.
“I have known you from the beginning, when you were new and uncertain.”
She giggled. “Yes, you have.”
“You’ve grown since. Yet even then I understood my comrade’s fascination with you.”
“I’ll never forget how you made my fantasy come true with such thoughtful accuracy, like a craftsman.” Brie laughed to herself. “Of course, I found out you were a sadist months later. I felt kind of sorry for you.”
“No need. Taking you so early in your training was a privilege.”
“I was shocked when Sir told me that you were friends and that he’d specifically invited you to bid on me.”
“We are brothers, he and I. The only person I trust.”
Brie smiled sadly. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
Rytsar stroked her cheek with his rough hand. “I do not trust easily, and yet I expect it from my subs.”
“You are demanding, but you earn that trust.”
“Trust begets trust. Therefore I will allow you one question.”
In the Woods
“I can ask you anything?”
He nodded solemnly.
Brie looked into Rytsar’s intense blue eyes. “What were you like as a child?”
He laughed. “I tell you to ask me anything and that is what you choose?”
She shrugged. “I always wonder that when I meet people.”
Rytsar rubbed his bald head, a slight grin on his face. “I was precocious. My mother had her hands full.”
“What was she like?”
“Only one question.”
“But your mother is a part of your childhood,” she protested.
He gave her an exasperated look, but his eyes shone with tenderness when he told her, “I would describe my mother as beautiful. Stunning in looks, but it was her passionate soul—and endless patience—that I remember most.”
“Did you take more after her or your father?”
“So many questions,” he growled.
“But still related to your childhood,” she reminded him.
Rytsar frowned, but she noticed the twinkle in his eye when he answered, “The Durov line runs deep, obliterating any genes that cross with it.”
“So you look like your father?”
“A spitting image of my father.”
“He must be a handsome man, then.”
Rytsar’s eyes narrowed. “Are you flirting with me?”
Brie shook her head. “No, just stating the obvious.”
“Hah!” he exclaimed, but she saw the flash of a smile. “My father was well known for his looks, but it was my mother who stole people’s hearts.”
“Then you do take after your mother.”
“You are playing a dangerous game, radost moya.” He laughed, then looked away, sighing. “I wish I could show you a picture of her, but the fire destroyed all my memories.”
“Then describe her to me,” Brie encouraged. “Help me see her in my mind.”
“Ah, well, she had extraordinary pale gray eyes and playful arched eyebrows that could charm the bitterest man. Her high cheekbones complemented those soulful eyes, but it was her smile that bewitched and conquered all who met her.”
“She sounds stunning.”
“Her looks only hinted at the exquisite soul underneath.” He looked at Brie with a serious expression. “But nothing could withstand my father’s will, not even her. You see, a woman does not choose a Durov, she is chosen. Needless to say, when my father met my mother, her fate was sealed.”
Rytsar abruptly changed the direction of the conversation. “If it weren’t for her patience and understanding, I would be a different man, radost moya. Never underestimate the power you will have as a mother.”
Brie blushed, embarrassed he was bringing up the prospect of her motherhood again.
“I have brothers,” he told her. “Did you know that?”
Brie shook her head.
“Da, four of them.”
“Wow, I can’t even imagine.” Brie was enchanted by the thought of there being four more Rytsars in the world, but wondered why she had never met them. Not wanting to lose this rare peek into his life, she said, “Your mother must have been an exceptional woman to raise so many strong-willed men.”
“You will be too,” Ryt
sar stated confidently. “I look forward to seeing you with your offspring.”
“So where is she now?” Brie asked, secretly hoping he would offer to take to her to meet his mother.
“What has that got to do with my childhood? We’re done.”
“But—” She wasn’t ready to give up her aftercare so soon and quickly changed tactics, laying her head on his muscular chest. “Thank you for guiding me through the scene, Rytsar.”
A low rumble of satisfaction emanated from deep within his chest. “Now that you’ve made it to the other side, what are your thoughts?”
“It was an incredible rush, but equally frightening.”
“Although I find your tears as charming as your smile,” he murmured gently, “with a little patience I could condition your body so that you would come to anticipate my pleasure, not fear it.”
Brie lifted her head from his chest and grinned. “Still determined to convert the non-masochist?”
He shrugged. “You are an itch I can’t scratch.”
She was shocked to hear those words coming from Rytsar. They were the exact ones Ms. Clark had used with her.
“What?” he asked when she stiffened.
Sir had warned Brie never to bring up Ms. Clark to Rytsar, so she quickly answered, “It’s nothing.”
Rytsar grasped the back of her neck and squeezed, demanding, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m not allowed to talk about it,” she explained.
“There are no secrets when it involves me,” he said, becoming noticeably irate.
“Trust me. It’s not worth repeating, Rytsar.”
His grip became tighter. “No games, radost moya.”
“Ms. Clark said the same thing once.”
His tone became cold and guarded. “About me?”
“No, she said it to me off camera, during my documentary interview with her.”
Rytsar growled. “Does your Master know what she said?”
“Of course.”
“And he still lets you interact with her?”
“Yes, I saw her in Denver during my last visit…”
Brie was afraid to say more and stopped, for fear of upsetting him, but he wouldn’t have it and demanded, “Go on.”
“She’s working at Master Anderson’s Training Center now.”
He snarled, “I must talk to moy droog.”
“Rytsar, Sir believes she’s changed, and I would agree after seeing her this last time.”
His nostrils flared. “She is not to be trusted, especially not with you. Just because he helped train her, Thane feels responsible, and that blinds him to the truth.”
Brie wasn’t sure if Rytsar was being overly protective, or if he perceived something Sir could not.
Rytsar asked in a deadly serious tone, “Do you trust her?”
She frowned. “No, not completely.” But then she quickly added, “Still, I trust Sir’s evaluation of her.”
“I appreciate your loyalty, but I will be speaking to your Master when I see him today.”
“What do you mean, today?”
“I called him this morning to collect you.”
Brie was taken aback. “Why?” She was heartbroken to hear that her Russian trip was ending so soon.
“You cannot be associated with what happened last night. No one knows you are here other than my men and those at the club. They will not talk. However, I cannot risk your further exposure.”
“So you really killed that man?” Brie asked in the barest of whispers.
“I killed no man, only a maggot.”
Brie shuddered, remembering the cowering girl at the club. “I can’t believe a person could treat another human being that way.”
“The soulless don’t have a place on this Earth.”
She recalled the look the girl had given Rytsar as she was carried out of the club, and asked, “What did you say to the girl?”
He pulled Brie against him, smashing her face against his broad chest. “I told her that she was never a puppet, only a survivor.”
Tears came to her eyes. After the horrors the young woman had experienced, Brie could only imagine how empowering those words must have been to her. “You’re a good man, Rytsar.”
“Enough,” he growled, squeezing her tighter.
Rytsar ordered Brie to ready herself for Sir’s return and then meet him outside next to the woodpile.
Knowing that her Master was coming, Brie pulled out all the stops. She took a long bath in scented oils, styling her hair and dressing in her sexiest outfit, even taking extra time applying her makeup.
When she met Rytsar out at the woodpile, he laughed at her. “All that extra primping was unnecessary. Now strip down to your snow boots and take out that fancy doodad in your hair.”
“But it’s cold,” she protested, while still dutifully unzipping her skirt.
He pointed to a large tree and stated with amusement, “It’s not cold in the sunlight, radost moya.”
Brie undressed, laying her clothes on a fallen log before placing her decorative comb on top. She stood beside the large tree he’d indicated, wearing nothing but her fur-lined boots. Her tender nipples hardened from the chill in the air.
“Much better,” Rytsar praised, as he approached her with three long strands of leather in his hand.
She looked at him warily. “We aren’t having another lesson on pain, are we?”
He laughed without answering, as he pressed her against the rough bark of the tree trunk and lifted her arms above her head. Rytsar secured her to the tree with the leather, tightening it firmly around her wrists.
The second one he wrapped around her torso, just above her mound. He kissed her on the lips as he cinched it tight. It was deliciously sexy, and she purred when he pulled away.
Rytsar smiled seductively as he instructed Brie to place her feet together, then knelt to bind them to the tree. He ran his hands over her body when he was done, starting from her bound ankles, over the swell of her womanly hips up to the curve of her breasts. Then he stepped back to admire her more critically.
“Yes, a very nice form to be greeted with,” he stated, before moving back over to the woodpile. He started chopping again.
It was curious to be bound to a tree, completely naked in broad daylight, waiting for her Master’s arrival. Brie looked at the birds in the trees above her and wondered if they found it equally odd.
Rytsar’s remaining guard came out and spoke to him in Russian. As he turned to leave, the man glanced briefly at her. Although his overall expression did not change, she could have sworn she saw him lift his eyebrows as he walked by.
She looked back at Rytsar, who was wiping his brow of the sweat caused by the strenuous work. It seemed he was putting all of his unspent sexual energy into the act. When he put down the ax and took off his shirt, Brie was tempted to let out a whistle of appreciation.
He looked in her direction as if he could feel her admiration and nodded with a smirk on his lips before picking up the ax again to chop the next block of wood.
Brie studied his rippling muscles every time he swung the ax. The man was impressive in both form and confidence, as he precisely cut the wood into quarters and stacked them up.
She vividly remembered what he’d looked like when he’d been fucking the sub during her shoot in Moscow and shivered. Soon that would be her—with Sir.
Trinity
When Rytsar had cut all the wood, he slammed the ax into the chopping block and grabbed his shirt. He looked at her with a mischievous grin before walking into the cabin.
Brie couldn’t believe that he was leaving her bound and alone in the woods. She looked around nervously, certain the Russian countryside had huge, fearsome bears. Suddenly the sounds of the forest became almost sinister as she imagined a giant Kodiak meandering through the woods, heading towards her.
“Rytsar,” she called out. When she got no response, she yelled toward the cabin, “Rytsar, please don’t leave me ou—”
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p; It was then that she noticed he was standing by the window, silently watching her as he chugged down a glass of vodka.
Of course…
This was another experience he wanted her to have, to embrace, while he watched over her protectively.
Feeling his eyes still on her, she lifted her head, standing up straighter so that she kept a long, lean line, while she pressed her shoulders against the tree so that her back arched slightly, thrusting her breasts forward.
If she was to be his bound captive, then she wanted to be the best-looking sub he’d ever tied to a tree. Brie closed her eyes and lifted her face towards the sunlight, relishing its warm caress on her skin.
She stayed in that position for what seemed like hours, fighting against the ache in her muscles as she listened and became connected with the nature around her. She secretly hoped that the two men would play with her outside. It would be exhilarating to know that kind of uninhibited freedom.
In the far-off distance she heard the faint rumbling of a car engine. Her heart rate increased.
Master is here!
What would he think when he found her here, bound outside in nothing but boots? Brie purred at the thought, her eyes glued to the vehicle when it rounded the bend. Sir got out of his car and looked her up and down with appraising eyes, but she was startled when he headed towards the cabin without saying a word to her.
She watched in disbelief as Rytsar opened the door and invited him in, leaving her outside—alone again.
A taste of objectification.
Brie looked at the cabin and felt butterflies when she saw both Rytsar and Sir watching her from the window. She could see their lips moving as they spoke to one another. Knowing they were talking about her as they admired her bound form was incredibly arousing.
The two came out a short time later, both shirtless and holding tools in their hands. She wanted to squeal with happiness, tickled it would be an outside session with them.
Sir laid his assortment on the hood of his car and approached Brie with a dark purple flogger in his hand. Brie bit her bottom lip, anxious to feel its caress on her skin.