I like the effect I am having on all three…
Now that I have Panya’s attention, I deliver three more strokes, hitting the same note before changing things up. I vary the strength behind each lash and listen as the tone of her cries suddenly changes from pain to pleasure as she enters subspace.
I’m keeping this first session short since I plan to play with her extensively during our long flight. I set my ’nines aside and walk up to her. Grasping her ass, I kneel and start playing with her pussy.
The clamp makes her outer lips frame her dripping cunt nicely. Slowly undoing the screws, I take it off, knowing that her pussy will ache as the blood rushes back to it.
I take advantage of that sensation and quickly undo her bindings, carrying her to the bed. I prop her against the side of the bed and stare at her swollen pussy as I unzip my pants.
Then I dive right in.
She cries out in pleasure as I penetrate her with my cock. The release of the clamp increases her sensitivity and makes it much easier for her to come.
I thrust into her without restraint, enjoying the wet sound of her excitement as I pound her. In a matter of minutes, she’s already come four times.
“Would you like to come again?”
She looks back at me with tears of pleasure in her eyes. “Please, Rytsar.”
I grasp her waist and she moans in anticipation.
Instead of ramping up, I pull out and smile when she whimpers in disappointment. I play with her, slipping my cock into her and then pulling all the way back out at a leisurely pace. I enjoy watching her body conform to me as I claim her again and again.
I glance at Thane lying on the bed next to me while Manya continues to suck his cock.
“You ready to come?” I ask him.
“Yes,” he says through gritted teeth, obviously on the edge of climaxing himself.
“At the same time?” I suggest with a wicked smirk.
“Wait.” Thane repositions Manya so she is lying in the classic sixty-nine position, her pussy in line with his mouth. He pushes his thumb inside her cunt, grasping her ass cheek with his fingers.
“All of us at once,” he tells me.
“So be it,” I answer, enjoying the challenge.
He starts eating her pussy while I turn my attention on Panya. “Let’s see who starts the chain reaction.”
With no other goal than to come deep inside her, I grab her waist and plow into her pussy. All four of us teeter on the edge together until I hear Manya gasping in short, rapid breaths.
I know she’s close, and I hold nothing back as I fuck Panya like a jackhammer.
As if the twins are in sync with each other, the girls orgasm at the same time.
The moment I feel the rhythmic contraction around my cock, I roar like a lion and release my load into Panya.
Thane follows right behind me, groaning against Manya’s pussy as he thrusts his cock down her throat. In that moment of divine ecstasy, we ride the powerful wave of pleasure together.
I collapse on Panya after my last thrust, panting heavily. I look over at Thane and chuckle. “I say we switch twins and try that again.”
“I’m game,” Thane replies, giving Manya a playful spank on the ass.
After hours of debaucherous fun, Rada knocks on the door. “The captain says we will be landing soon, gospodin.”
I look at the twins and pick up my ’nines, gifting them both a final lash for their excellent service. Their cries of pain warm my soul.
Taking a fistful of their hair in each hand, I pull the twins’ heads back, gratified by the tears in their eyes.
“You have proven so entertaining, I completely lost track of time.”
“It has been our pleasure,” they answer.
I give them each a kiss on the forehead before I release them and order, “Get my suit.”
Thane suddenly frowns. “Damn it, Durov. A pair of sweatpants isn’t going to cut it for me in the frigid Russian air.”
I grin, finding his distress humorous. “There’s no reason to be concerned, moy droog.”
Panya and Manya return and dress me in my finest suit. I pull at the cuffs of my pressed shirt, allowing them to put on my diamond cufflinks. Once I am fully dressed, I command them to get Thane’s suit.
I can’t help chuckling to myself as I straighten my blood-red tie in the mirror. I know how our expensive suits will provoke the people we will be seeing tonight.
Thane shakes his head when they bring out an identical suit in gray tailored to his specifications. I purposely chose the color to compliment the black one I am wearing.
Just like me, he is wearing a blood-red tie because it denotes power and strength.
Once he is dressed, I nod in approval.
“Now, you will look respectable, comrade.”
He snorts with amusement. “Why all the pomp and circumstance?”
“We are headed to a special event tonight.”
He cocks his head. “What kind of event?”
I grin, already knowing his response to my answer. “It’s a surprise, moy droog.”
“I despise surprises.”
“I know!” I chuckle, slapping him on the back as we walk back into the main cabin.
When he can’t get any answers from me, he sits down in preparation for the landing, and I distinctly hear him grumble, “Fucking sadist.”
I pretend not to hear it, but I am laughing inside.
Fair Fight
As I step out of the plane, I breathe in the Russian air with satisfaction. “It is good to be back in my homeland!”
“I’m sure it is.” Thane follows me down the steps, but stops once he reaches the bottom. Turning to the twins, he gives each a kiss on the back of her hand.
“Thank you for a memorable flight.”
Panya and Manya blush under his attention and praise.
My comrade’s insistence in treating submissives as if he’s just been on a vanilla date still amuses me.
Next, the twins walk over to me and bow in reverence.
“I will speak to you both later,” I tell them. “You may stand. A car is waiting for you.”
They look up at me, smiling as they stand together and say in unison, “Thank you, Rytsar.”
I give them each a hard smack on the ass before they leave and smile when I hear their giggles of appreciation.
Clasping Thane’s shoulder, I walk over to my own vehicle. “Now, to experience a completely different kind of fun.”
“Am I finally going to learn where we are going?”
“Let’s just say, I plan to show you a side of Moscow you have never seen before.”
He smirks. “Does it involve whips and chains?”
“Nyet, but it does involve pain.”
My driver Igor takes us to the seedier side of Moscow. This used to be my old stomping ground when I was young. Being part of a well-respected family is not looked upon with favor in this part of town—which was exactly why I prefer it here.
You have to prove yourself to gain respect, which is something my family is never forced to do.
“What do you think, moy droog?” I ask with pride as we pass block after block of abandoned factories.
He chuckles as he looks out the window. “It reminds me of a certain warehouse in LA that’s famous for its dungeon.”