Submissive bliss…
Soon, however, the men changed their focus, concentrating their efforts on rubbing her G-spot with their shafts at opposite angles as they stroked her in unison. It was too much stimulation, and she cried out for them to stop.
“Relax,” Rytsar commanded, caressing her cheek.
Brie gazed into his eyes again. Did she trust them enough to give over control even when her body was violently fighting against it?
Yes.
She let out a long, drawn-out breath and consciously untensed her muscles, moaning loudly when they amped up their efforts again. Soon her breaths came in sharp, panting gasps as the overstimulation built a raging fire within her. Without warning, her body exploded in fierce, rhythmic waves as she gushed in watery release.
“Fuck, that was a good one,” Sir commented, pulling out to look at her still-dripping pussy.
“Again,” Rytsar demanded.
Brie whimpered as Sir plunged back into her and they started up again, increasing the tempo as they got her close to the edge. She threw back her head and screamed the second time her pussy rushed with her come.
She couldn’t stop trembling after the second orgasm, her mind and body shocked by the intensity of it.
“One more time,” Sir suggested.
“I can’t…”
Rytsar insisted, “Once more.”
This time they did not slowly build up the tempo, but started off fast and furious. The sound of skin against skin filled her ears, and Brie saw stars when she climaxed the third time, covering both men in her sweet-smelling come.
“Good girl,” Sir praised, collecting her limp body in his arms and pressing her back against his chest. He nuzzled her neck and kissed her sweaty skin as Rytsar played with her breasts, pulling and tugging on her erect nipples.
“And now we will be gentle,” Sir whispered gruffly.
He lightly pushed her back down onto Rytsar’s chest and the two began thrusting slowly. Their hands explored her body as they stroked her with their cocks, but they were so tender in their taking of her that it felt as if they were making love.
As Rytsar leaned up for a kiss, Brie was caught by the openness in his gaze. This was the man, not the sadist, who was being intimate with her. Sir lay down on top of Brie as the two men finished off, Rytsar biting her neck on the left as Sir bit her on the right. In that delicious moment, she felt both men come inside her.
It was then that Brie realized Sir had carefully orchestrated this intimate moment between them, and her heart overflowed with love.
A Call for Help
It was with regret that Sir and Brie left Rytsar at the cabin later that evening. As they pulled away, the Russian Dom pointed to the swing set.
Brie grinned while waving both her hands back and forth vigorously in a gesture of no.
“Why is there a swing set at the cabin?” Sir asked her.
Brie giggled. “Well, Sir, that’s for the baby he thought we were having.”
“Good Lord.”
Brie threw Rytsar one last kiss, then snuggled up to Sir in contented silence as he drove them back to Moscow.
“I assume you want children,” he stated later, as the city lights appeared on the horizon.
She looked up at him in surprise and smiled. “I do, Sir. When we’re ready.”
He let out a prolonged sigh, which frightened her a little.
“You want kids, don’t you, Sir?”
He turned to her. “I’m not fit to be a father.”
“Of course you are!” she assured him, squeezing Sir’s arm in encouragement.
“Hell, Brie, I struggle enough with you. What child needs an emotionally distant father?”
“No parent is perfect, Sir, but you have a good heart. That’s all a child needs.”
He chuckled sadly. “If only it were that simple.”
“I firmly believe a child created in love is blessed.”
Sir shook his head. “Are you forgetting my mother?”
“No. I can never forget all that you’ve suffered. However, I’m selfish when it comes to you.” Brie kissed Sir on the cheek. “If your parents hadn’t fallen in love, I wouldn’t be so deliriously happy now.”
“To be honest, the idea of children scares me. It scares Durov too, which is why he wants us to have one so he can be an uncle, and not endure any of the complications of parenthood.”
“Sir, I think it’s normal to be unsure whether you’ll be a fit parent or not. All we can do is strive not to repeat the mistakes of our parents, but hold on to the things they did right.”
“So you’ve been thinking about this a lot, have you?”
She shook her head, giggling. “No, it was only Rytsar’s incessant baby talk that had me pondering it.”
“But you definitely want children.”
“Yes.” She laid her head on his shoulder, hearing the tension in his voice. “But not until you want to start a family. There’s no reason to worry about it now.”
Sir kissed the top of her head, saying nothing. Brie was still flying high from the day’s events, and randomly burst out in a fit of giggles.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing. I just love everything about you, Sir.”
While Sir finished up with his clients the next day, Brie packed for their long trip home. She looked around Rytsar’s stylish apartment and sighed to herself. It was really a shame they had to leave so soon, but she was extremely grateful for what Rytsar had done.
Not many would risk themselves to help another, especially a defenseless girl. In her eyes Rytsar was a hero, but no one would ever know that except the girl, Titov and Brie.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. It was an unfamiliar number, so she picked it up hesitantly. “Hello?”
“Brie, is that you?”
“Yes.” She couldn’t recognize the woman’s voice because it was so shaky with emotion. “What wrong?”
“They’re kicking me out. They say I can’t stay here anymore.”
She was shocked when she realized it was Mary. “Who’s kicking you out?”
“The commune! Master Gannon says I need…” Mary let out a painful sob, “professional help.”
“Where are you now?”
“I’m still here, but he wants someone to get me as soon as possible.” She started sobbing again. “I don’t have anyone…so I called you.”
Brie could hear how close to the edge she was, and took charge. “Mary, I’ll talk to Sir and see if we can stop by to get you on our way home from Russia.”
“How long will that be?” Mary cried.
“We’re leaving today. I’ll have Sir call Master Gannon once the arrangements are set. Trust me, we’ll be there as soon as we can.”
“Brie…I need Faelan.”
Brie held back the tears, knowing that was not an option. “Don’t worry, we’ll be there soon.”
Mary’s voice was listless when she answered, “Okay…” Then she hung up.
Brie stared at her phone, stunned. It’d finally happened. Mary had hit rock-bottom. Brie desperately hoped they would be able to pick up the pieces.
She immediately called Sir and explained the situation.
“You call the airlines, while I find a suitable place for her to stay in LA.”
“Sir, Mary’s a mess. I don’t think she can handle staying with strangers.”
“I called Gallant about my concerns with Miss Wilson after we left the commune. He suggests Captain might be a viable option, should she need a safe haven.”
“Yes! That’s a perfect solution.”
“It remains to be seen if Captain is up for such a challenge.”
“But he likes Mary, and Candy is a survivor in her own right.” For the first time since getting the call, Brie felt a glimmer of hope. “Thank you, Sir.”
“The Center always looks after its graduates,” he stated with compassion. She heard some men talking in the background and
Sir said, “Look, I need to finish up here. Are you done packing?”
“Almost, Sir.”
“Don’t pack my extra belt.”
Brie smiled to herself, suddenly anticipating the long flight home.
She spent the rest of the afternoon going over her footage from both Montana and Russia, having no doubt that Mr. Holloway would be pleased.
However, her mind kept drifting back to Sir. He’d explained to her father that he enjoyed tweaking the details of her life.
Well, that man tweaked them in the most delicious ways…
Pieces
Brie arrived at the Sanctuary with Sir just as the sun was setting. It had been a long flight from Russia, full of delays and unexpected layovers. Both were exhausted, but Brie felt her nerves hit when they drove up to the rusty gate. What would Mary be like, and could Brie handle her, given her current mental state?
The intercom crackled to life, and the rickety gate opened as soon as Sir stated his name. “Park your car and make your way to Master Gannon in his office, Sir Davis. He’s expecting you.”
“What about Miss Wilson?”
“She’s with him now.”
Sir drove directly to the main building, where they found Rajah waiting for them. “Please follow me,” he instructed, glancing at Brie briefly with a look of concern. She picked up her pace, troubled by his unease.
Master Gannon greeted them at the door and ushered the two into his office. Mary was looking out of the window, sitting on a chair, curled up in a protective ball.
As soon as Brie saw her, she called out, “It’s okay, Mary. We’re here now.”
She slowly turned to Brie, a look of desolation on her face. Brie raced to her, and was surprised when Mary offered no resistance to the hug she gave her.
“What happened?” Sir asked Master Gannon as he sat down next to the girls.
He took his time to answer. “The community has endured several incidents with Miss Wilson, which leads me to conclude professional counseling is necessary.”
Mary buried her head in Brie’s chest.
“What was the nature of the incidents?” Sir asked.
“On numerous occasions she hassled and threatened one of our newest members, at one point even assaulting the man.”
Sir turned to Mary. “Is this true?”
With her head still buried in Brie’s chest, Mary nodded.
“Why, Miss Wilson?”
Mary did not answer Sir’s question, choosing to remain silent.
Sir addressed Master Gannon again. “I’m sorry to hear that one of our graduates has behaved in such an intolerable manner, but I wonder if she was provoked.”
“He was apprised of Miss Wilson’s instability, and immediately stopped all private contact with her. We wanted her to succeed here, Sir Davis. I even took her under my wing once Mr. Wallace left, but Miss Wilson has become unruly, and the entire commune has suffered her irrational rants. It wasn’t until she became physically violent that I made the decision to dismiss her.”
Sir nodded.
“Unfortunately, this problem is much bigger than we can address here at the commune. I’m sure you agree that she needs professional help and I cannot further compromise the wellbeing of the community.”
Mary groaned into Brie’s chest.
“We will see that she gets the professional help she requires,” Sir assured him.
Master Gannon called to her in an authoritative tone, “Mary.”
She pulled away from Brie to face him, answering meekly, “Yes, Master Gannon.”
“Although you are being sent away, you are important to this community. You will be welcomed back, should you want to return, but only after your counselor deems you fit and you have a partner who can join you.”
Mary sucked in the sob that looked ready to burst forth, and nodded to him.
“All of her belongings have been set beside your vehicle,” Master Gannon informed Sir. “I think it’s best that you leave now. The sooner Miss Wilson starts on the road to recovery, the sooner she can move forward with her life.”
“Agreed.” Sir stood and took his outstretched hand. “Thank you for your care in this matter, Gannon.”
Mary was slow to stand up, but quietly followed Sir out. While he put her luggage in the trunk, Brie was visited by Shadow. The cat rubbed against her leg, letting out a single meow.
She bent down to pet him, whispering, “It’s good to see you too, my friend.”
The cat sauntered back to its master, who stood watching the encounter from the porch. “I was told that Shadow had an affinity for you, Miss Bennett.”
Brie smiled up at Master Gannon. “He was a great comfort to me while I was here.”
He stooped down and picked up the large black cat, cradling it in his arms. “I’m convinced he is an old soul with exceptional intelligence.”
“I don’t doubt it. I got the distinct feeling he could read my mind.”
Master Gannon chuckled. “I feel that way myself at times. The fact that he comes to you when he is skittish around everyone but me, I find utterly fascinating.” He scratched the cat’s chin. It looked up at him, closing its eyes in blissful pleasure. The strong bond between the two was easy to see. “There are times when I wish he could speak, but I suspect it would lessen our connection.”
“I can appreciate that,” she agreed.
When Sir slammed the trunk shut, Brie headed towards the passenger-side door, but Mary stopped her. “Sit in back with me. I don’t want to be alone.”
Sir nodded his approval.
After saying their goodbyes to Master Gannon, the two women piled into the back seat. “Make sure you’re both buckled in,” Sir ordered as he slid into the front seat and started the engine.
Mary dutifully snapped on the belt, but slipped the shoulder strap behind her so she could curl up and lay her head on Brie’s lap. It reminded Brie of the night at the Center when Mary had suffered a trigger while scening with Tono, which had left her an emotional wreck.
Brie stroked her long, blonde hair, knowing what a comfort it was when Sir did it to her. The drive to the airport was uneventful and quiet, almost peaceful.
Sir informed Mary, “You will be staying at Captain’s home. Dr. Reinstrum has agreed to begin counseling you again, since he’s familiar with your situation and feels he can help.”
Mary only grunted in response.
“If you have any objections, you can stay wherever you wish.”
Mary said nothing. Brie stopped petting her head and was surprised when Mary quietly pleaded, “Don’t stop, Brie.”
Brie looked at Sir in the rearview mirror, worried about the girl. This wasn’t the Mary she knew. It was as if the life had been sucked out of her.
It wasn’t until the airplane was on its final descent into LA that Mary began acting more like her old self and shared some of what had happened with her.
“After you left, I kind of lost it, I guess. God, I needed Razor to take the pain away, but the asshole refused. He avoided me like the plague—like I wasn’t worth his time anymore.”
“You know that’s not true. He was instructed to leave you alone.”
She rolled her eyes at Brie, growling. “All I know is how it made me feel…still makes me feel.”
“They were only trying to protect you.”
Mary snarled in disgust. “The fact that Faelan could just abandon me like that… What the fuck?”
“Don’t even go there, Mary,” Brie warned. “You disobeyed his direct order and were insolent when he called you on it. I’ll never forget the look on his face.”
“Don’t,” Mary snapped, tears forming in her eyes.
Brie took solace that Mary was showing some emotion at least. “You’re lucky.”
“I’d sure like to know the fuck how,” she growled.
“You’ve got the entire Training Center behind you.”
Mary pressed her forehead against the airplane window and said in a defeated voice,
“You don’t understand. Sometimes a person can be so fucked up there’s no coming back…”
“The trainers believe in you. Captain does too. You’re not alone, woman.”
“What about Faelan?” Mary asked.
Brie hated to be the one to break it to her, but it had to be done. “You have to face the fact that his journey is no longer part of yours.”
She turned to Brie, her stoic expression crumbling as she started to sob. Brie wrapped her arm around her and murmured softly, “Shh…shh…”
The people around them started to get visibly uncomfortable as Mary’s sobs became louder.
“Miss Wilson,” Sir said quietly from the seat behind them. “Although there is a time and a place for tears, now is not one of them.”
Mary nodded, taking a deep breath before accepting the tissues he handed her. Brie looked back at Sir, at a loss for how to comfort her friend.
It was a helpless feeling.
Sir wasted no time getting Mary into the hands of Captain, driving straight to his home from the airport. Candy greeted them at the door with a welcoming smile. “Please come in, Sir! It’s wonderful to see all of you again.”
She took Mary’s hands and squeezed them. “You especially, Mary.”
Candy guided them into the sitting room, where Captain was waiting. Brie was shocked to see a collar in his hand.
“Before I allow you into my home, Miss Wilson, I insist you wear a protection collar. By accepting it, you are agreeing to follow my house rules, and I am agreeing to care for and protect you. I will only warn you once if you break any of my commands. A second infraction will garner swift punishment, and a third will be cause for dismissal. I do not tolerate disrespect in my home.”
Mary looked at him in disbelief as she stared at the collar, but regained enough composure to ask, “What are the house rules?”
“You will not leave this house without my permission, you will perform duties to keep this household running smoothly, you are to remain in my presence at all times unless I command otherwise, and you will show the utmost respect to my submissive and myself. Do you understand?”