They lay on the sand afterwards in thoughtful silence, listening to the peaceful sound of the waves.
When Hope let out a big yawn, Brie took it as her cue that it was time for a nap. Rytsar insisted on tucking Hope in for her nap, stating, “I do not know when I will be back again.”
Brie could feel his sadness as she watched Rytsar carry Hope upstairs. The pain of a dyadya was real.
When he didn’t come back after several minutes, curiosity got the best of Brie and she snuck up to see what he was doing. She heard his low voice coming from the room. He was singing the Russian lullaby that his mother used to sing to him—his deep, masculine voice resonating in Brie’s soul.
Hope stared up at Rytsar, transfixed.
Brie hated that Hope was facing the loss of her dyadya again. It was unfair, and it had everything to do with Lilly.
Brie hoped there would come a day when Rytsar would not have to sacrifice himself because of that evil woman—that someday, their lives would not be controlled by her.
Until then, Rytsar would stand as Hope’s protector, making sure no one ever hurt his moye solntse.
After he shut the door to the nursery, Rytsar told Brie, “I hope she does not forget me.”
“I won’t let her, Rytsar,” Brie promised.
The burly Russian looked away for a moment to swipe a tear from his eye. When he turned back to her, he smiled. “Now, I get to enjoy a second goodbye with you. It is an unforeseen luxury.”
Her heart fluttered.
When they entered the bedroom, Sir was already showered and waiting for them. “What is your instrument of choice, old friend?”
Rytsar looked Brie over and cocked his head. “No need for a formal instrument. I am going to use the traditional tool of a Russian.” He leaned over and whispered in Sir’s ear.
Brie shivered anxiously, wondering what the sadist had in store for her.
“While I get the needed item, why don’t the two of you rinse off?” Sir suggested.
Rytsar placed his hand on the back of Brie’s neck and squeezed. It instantly sent chills through her body, making her feel like a helpless kitten.
Escorting her to the bathroom, Rytsar reached into the Roman shower to turn on the water. While it ran, Rytsar quickly stripped out of his swim trunks and then helped Brie out of her bathing suit.
Once she was free of the wet material, he commanded she join him. He scrubbed every part of her body with luxurious suds. Then he used her body as his personal sponge, rubbing his body against hers. It was a sensual exchange of suds.
Once he was satisfied, Rytsar turned both showerheads on full blast so they were drenched in hot water. It guaranteed that there would be no grain of sand left after he toweled her off, but it left her feeling like a drowned cat.
Rubbing her thoroughly, he was as methodical drying her off as he had been lathering her up. Her skin quickly got pink under his intense care. When it came time to dry her hair, he used the towel like he was drying off Little Sparrow after a bath, leaving Brie’s hair a tousled mess.
Rytsar smirked at her when he picked up her golden paddle brush.
Sir walked into the bathroom carrying an ice bucket.
Brie’s eyes widened when she realized what Rytsar had planned for her after their hot shower together.
Handing the brush to Sir, he stated huskily, “See to her hair while I tend to her arousal.”
Brie dutifully sat down on the bench Sir slid to the middle of the bathroom. Where Rytsar’s hands had been rough, Sir’s were gentle as he took on the challenge of carefully brushing out the wet tangles the Russian had created.
She basked in his soothing touch as he patiently brushed through her hair, creating a cascade of sensual tingles from her head down to her toes.
Naturally, that’s when Rytsar kicked things up a notch.
Brie let out a little squeak when he slid an ice cube against her warm skin. “Da…” he growled hungrily, satisfied with her reaction.
She bit her lip, trying to hold back her squeals as he used those ice cubes in the most indecent ways, beginning with every inch of her skin before moving to every orifice. By the time he was done, she was sitting in a puddle of water, goosebumps covering her entire body.
“Welcome to Russia!” he chuckled as he leaned down to kiss her.
The ache of the cold instantly flared into desire when he claimed her mouth. The heat of his tongue was a sharp contrast to the coolness of her mouth, causing them both to moan.
When Rytsar finally broke the embrace, Sir helped Brie up and guided her to the bed. With her entire body trembling from Rytsar’s icy attention, Brie whimpered in excitement as the two men lay down on either side of her and began devouring her—licking and nibbling her chilled skin.
“I need to dive into that frigid ass,” Rytsar growled huskily.
Brie enjoyed the humor behind his statement and watched in anticipation as he coated his hard cock with lubricant.
Sir distracted her by taking a piece of ice and placing it in his mouth before leaning down to kiss her. She moaned as she parted her lips and they shared the ice between them. The act was so sensual and intimate that Brie willingly invited the chill that coursed through her body.
When Sir pulled away, the ravenous look in his eyes gave her butterflies.
“Kneel on all fours, téa.”
Too far along in her pregnancy to take both men at the same time, Sir piled pillows to support her upper torso. He joined her on the bed and fisted her hair, pulling her head back. “I’ve always enjoyed watching my cock disappear down your throat.”
Sir groaned in pleasure when she parted her cold lips for him. Brie eagerly took his shaft, relaxing her throat to take the fullness of his cock.
Brie felt Rytsar settle on the bed behind her. Her stomach fluttered as he spread her ass cheeks and pressed his warm shaft against her cold rosette.
“I’ll go slow, radost moya. I wouldn’t want you to harm my comrade’s manhood with those teeth.”
“How thoughtful of you, old friend…” Sir muttered, pushing his cock farther down her throat.
Brie closed her eyes as Rytsar’s cock invaded her icy depths. His shaft felt so hot that she whimpered around her Master’s shaft in surprise.
Sir immediately pulled out. “Color, téa?”
“Green, Master,” she assured him.
She looked back toward Rytsar. “You’re like fire!”
The Russian’s low chuckle filled the air as he slapped her ass before continuing his sensual invasion.
Brie turned back to Sir, purring, “I’m hungry to please you, Master.”
The two men took their time, their strokes slow, measured, and ever-deepening. There was a primal satisfaction in pleasing both men. It filled Brie with a profound sense of feminine power.
Before long, the friction of their bodies began to warm her from the inside out. The men took turns, Rytsar holding still, his shaft buried deep in her ass while Sir pumped his cock into her mouth. Then Sir would stop and command her to slowly stroke his shaft with her hand while Rytsar had his way with her. It went on and on, the momentary breaks giving each man more stamina.
As for Brie, she was in pure submissive heaven…
When the two Doms were close to orgasm, Sir broke away from Brie and stroked himself while Rytsar vigorously fingered her clit. Watching Sir was sexy as hell—but having Rytsar play with her at the same time took it to a whole new level.