When Sir was ready, he commanded, “Open for me, téa.”
Brie eagerly parted her lips while Rytsar pushed himself deeper into her ass.
Her pussy was pulsing with need when she felt the men tense just before climaxing. Their lusty groans filled the air as both men released inside her. It took Brie over the edge and her pussy began contracting as she joined them in climax.
Both Doms lay on either side of her afterward, the three of them basking in satisfied silence. If Brie could have had her way, she would have spent the rest of the day like this.
However, Sir got up and started dressing. “Why don’t you finish with her aftercare while I prepare for the afternoon meeting I have scheduled today?”
Clutching Brie to him, Rytsar tsked in mock disgust. “Such is the sad life of a peasant.”
Sir chuckled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He then glanced at Brie and smiled. “Enjoy this time, babygirl. No need to rush it.”
Brie looked at him lovingly. “Thank you, Sir.”
After he left, Rytsar commanded Brie to lie back down. He ran his hand over her entire body, stating, “It amazes me that your body is so perfect, radost moya.”
She snorted in amusement, feeling anything but perfect at this stage of her pregnancy.
The harsh look Rytsar gave her instantly silenced Brie.
“As I was saying…” he continued, grazing his fingers lightly over her skin. “Everything about you pleases me.”
She gazed into his piercing blue eyes, deeply touched by his words.
Running his fingers down her arm, he stopped at her elbow. “How is it that even your elbow turns me on?”
She smirked.
Raising his eyebrows, he stated, “You don’t believe me?” He glanced down at his crotch for emphasis.
Brie followed his gaze and was surprised to see he was already growing hard again. “It may be your incredible libido rather than my elbow.”
He shook his head slowly, his gaze intense.
Brie dared not contradict the sadist, but asked in a playful tone, “What about my swollen ankles?”
He smirked, his hands slowly traveling down to caress them. “They are even more arousing to me, knowing that the babe growing in your belly is the reason for it.”
Brie held her breath as he kissed her left ankle tenderly before nipping it. When she squirmed, he held her ankle tightly and kissed it again before moving to the other.
Tears welled up in her eyes, amazed at how he could make her feel so loved.
Rytsar glanced down at his shaft, which had grown more rigid.
She giggled. “Surely there is something about my body you don’t find attractive.”
With a look of determination, he examined every part of her body with embarrassing thoroughness, flipping her from side to side so no inch of skin, no crevice, was left untouched.
“Nyet. There is not,” he finally answered. “You are fully and wholly pleasing to me.” His shaft was now rock hard after his thorough examination.
Brie blushed under the force of his gaze and high praise. “How may I please you further?”
Rytsar took her hand and placed it on his cock. “Your Master and I have an unspoken agreement. I will never claim you when we are alone unless there is a prior arrangement.”
Brie thought back to the time Sir had given Rytsar permission to couple with Brie just before the Koslov brothers captured him and dragged him to Russia. It had been such an achingly sweet moment when the burly Russian made tender love to his Tatianna vicariously through Brie.
She stared into Rytsar’s blue eyes as she tightened her grip around his cock and began stroking him slowly. He groaned in satisfaction as he lay on the bed, propping his head with his hand so he could stare at her while she played with him.
Her aim was not to build him up for a quick release but to make love to his cock using only her touch. Brie needed him to know the depth of her feelings, especially with him leaving for Russia tomorrow.
She held his shaft tighter as she moved up and down the length of it, twisting her wrist each time she reached the head of his cock. Brie varied the speed and firmness of her grasp, her eyes never breaking his gaze.
Soon, her fingers were slippery with his precome.
Brie used it to increase the intensity of her sensual caress while still being careful not to take the Russian over the edge.
“Tighter,” he growled huskily.
She tightened her grip but slowed her strokes considerably.
He shook his head and smirked, obviously enjoying her focused attention but fighting to maintain control.
“Do you know, radost moya, that last night with you was the first time I ever willingly offered myself to a woman?”
Brie was about to reply when he placed his finger on her lips. Her heart began to race as he continued. “I have never wanted to before. Could never imagine myself doing such a thing as a Dominant…” His voice trailed off and he was silent for a moment.
Brie continued to stroke him, her love growing for the man.
“In retrospect, I find it interesting that I needed the safety of our threesome despite the fact I trust you with my life.”
She looked at him with understanding. Brie knew about the betrayal and violation he’d suffered under the hands of Ms. Clark many years ago.
Rytsar’s eyes softened when he added, “I suppose I needed to test that boundary with you. But, I have no idea why.”
She crinkled her brow in concern.
“What?” he asked. “You have permission to speak.”
“Do you regret last night, Rytsar?”
A slow smile spread across his face. “Nyet.”
He pulled her to him. “I feel closer to you now.” He kissed her then, his fingers finding their way between her legs. Brie moaned in pleasure, her body fully in tune with his as he explored her mouth with his tongue.
Wanting to ride this crest of ecstasy with him, Brie grabbed his cock and began stroking him again. Brie lost herself when he claimed her mouth.
She felt him tense just moments before he groaned deeply. Her orgasm followed the moment she felt his warm seed on her belly. It was so erotic, she thought she might burst into flame from the heat of it.
Afterward, they both lay together in comfortable silence.
Rytsar surprised her when he started chuckling.
She grinned. “What’s so funny?”
“I was just thinking back on your little prank. Would you like to know how it played out?”
Brie blushed—she knew there was no point in denying she had a hand in it—and nodded eagerly.
“Just minutes after arriving at the beach house, after weeks of being gone, one of my men sat down on a barstool at the kitchen counter. We had no idea what we were in for until the smell of the bomb wafted through the kitchen. My man quickly located the source and picked it up, then opened the trashcan, which naturally triggered another bomb.
“We opened all the windows and doors to let the kitchen air out, but the smell was too obnoxious. I went to grab a bottle of vodka…and that’s when I tripped the next little nugget of putridness.”
He chuckled ruefully. “I was cursing Anderson the entire time as I had my men scour the place. There was no way to disarm the booby traps, so my men and I were forced to scurry about, trying to throw the bombs outside before they exploded.”