Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (52 page)

“Be good, babygirl.”

“I don’t think I’m the one you have to worry about, Sir.”

He chuckled and pulled her to him. “I’d trust that man with my life.”

She stood on tiptoes and kissed her Master gently on the lips. “If you trust him, then I trust him.”

“That isn’t to say I didn’t set strict parameters for Durov. I may trust him, but I’m not an idiot.”

“I disagree,” Rytsar stated, coming up behind them and slapping Sir hard on the back. “Based on your extensive list, there is little trust between you and I.”

Sir laughed. “I relish the idea of you struggling to meet your needs under the confines of my limits.”

“You are no friend.”

Sir looked down at Brie. “I want you to be open to his lessons, téa. He is not your Master in my absence, but I have given him permission to train you.”

Brie’s stomach did a flip. “I will do my best to learn, Master.”

Sir played with the collar around her neck. “Be true to yourself—it’s all I ask.”

Tears filled her eyes. “I love you.”

He kissed her, drawing out the tenderness of the connection before letting her go. “Until we meet again…”

Rytsar was unusually quiet on the drive up to the cabin. She wasn’t sure if he was contemplating the days ahead or if he was preoccupied by the loss of his familial home. Either way, she wanted him to know she was there as support. She did not stare out of the window but sat quietly, her eyes on her lap but her focus completely on Rytsar.

He cleared his throat and took her hand, placing it on his muscular thigh. There was no other contact made and no words shared, but that simple act touched her deeply.

When they pulled up to the secluded cabin—his birthday gift to her—Brie let out a surprised gasp.

Rytsar smiled as one of his guards opened the door, and helped her out of the vehicle.

“What’s this?” she asked the Russian Dom, staring at an elaborate wooden swing set with a big slide and jungle gym attached.

“I made the assumption my comrade had done right by you, and simply wanted my little niece to have her own swing set when she comes to visit her
dyadya
.”

Brie burst out laughing. “Even if I were pregnant, it would be a while before she was old enough to use this.”

He led her to the equipment. “Ah, but it is made strong enough for adults.” He pointed her to one of the swings.

When Brie sat down on it, he began pushing her. She let out a trill of laughter, feeling as lighthearted as a child.

“I see that you enjoy my equipment,
radost moya
.”

She grinned, noting the sexual innuendo behind the comment and answered, “Yes, I enjoy it very much, but that shouldn’t surprise you.”

Rytsar’s eyes glinted with mischievous delight as he held the swing still and ordered her to follow him. They walked beside the shore of the lake in silence.

“Did your Master tell you what is on the list?” he asked.

Brie sighed nervously. “No, he didn’t.”

Rytsar nodded his head thoughtfully. He led her out onto a wooden pier, his expression solemn and somewhat frightening when he told her, “I was instructed to challenge you.”

“I was afraid of that.”

“One area in particular.”

Brie swallowed hard, dreading his answer. “Which one?”

“Watersports.”

She stared at him in shock. “But Sir knows I struggle in that area.”

“Precisely.”

“It’s not even something I’m interested in.”

“I am quite aware of that.”

Brie stared at the calm lake water, feeling anything but serene.

“You should know that your Master has kept that side of himself hidden, knowing how you feel.”

She shifted uncomfortably beside him. It suddenly made sense that Sir hadn’t explained what would happen at the cabin. He was ashamed of his own desires. Yet, it was a fetish she’d never imagined Sir enjoyed—not in a million years.

“It must be important to him,” she mused out loud.

Rytsar said nothing.

Brie was put off by the idea of watersports and had no desire to pursue it. Still…if it was something that turned Sir on, shouldn’t she at least keep an open mind? Wasn’t that her duty as his collared submissive
and
lover?

“Be gentle with me, Rytsar,” she pleaded. “You know this is uncomfortable territory for me.”

“Gentle? I’m sorry,
radost moya,
I cannot be gentle.”

Brie screamed when he swept her off her feet and tossed her into the water. She came up sputtering and gasping for air to the sound of Rytsar’s boisterous laughter.

It wasn’t until then that she understood. Brie ignored the hand he held out to her and swam all the way back to shore. She’d stomped halfway to the cabin before he caught up with her.

“Now, now…” he chuckled, encircling her in his arms.

Brie struggled, but could not break free. She pounded his chest with her fists out of frustration. “That wasn’t nice!”

The low timbre of Rytsar’s laughter was sexy, but insulting in its mirth.

“I can’t believe you did that to me,” she cried, pounding harder.

Rytsar grabbed her wrists and held them up so that her face was inches from his. “I am not to blame, since I’ve been forced to derive pleasure based on the strict limits your Master’s given me.”

“But to joke about that?”

“Admit it was funny.”

Brie shook her head violently, droplets spraying everywhere. “No, it wasn’t!”

“It was,” he insisted.

She looked up at him and repeated, “No, it wasn’t.”

“Watersports…”

Brie’s frown slowly cracked into a smile against her will, as a drop of water traveled from her bangs down her cheek. “Yeah, watersports.” She giggled as he escorted her to the cabin.

Before they reached the door, she asked, “Just so we’re clear. You’re not going to start peeing on me, right?”

He stopped and answered seriously, “Only if it would turn you on.”

Rytsar said it with such conviction that she wondered if it was a kink he practiced himself. For a fraction of a second she actually considered it, but shook her head, shocked at his power over her.

She suspected that the Russian Dom could convince her to try anything, no matter her level of opposition. It made the man dangerous in her eyes.

Rytsar informed Brie that he was taking her to the underground BDSM club that evening. “Part of the reason I chose to buy this particular plot of land was the proximity to the club which meets a half-hour from here.” He chuckled wickedly. “This is like nothing you are used to in America. It’s been in existence for over a hundred years and distinguishes itself with its authoritarian rules.”

Brie was intimidated at the thought of facing such a foreign environment, terrified that she would fail. She was desperate not to disappoint Rytsar—or Sir. “What are the protocols?” she asked him. “Just how authoritarian are they?”

Rytsar chuckled again, enjoying her discomfort far too much. “In this club you must stand three feet behind me, and keep your gaze down at all times. They will respect your collar, but won’t hesitate to physically punish any sub who steps out of line.”

Brie’s anxiety increased two-fold.

“No need to worry,” he said soothingly. “Unless, of course, you forget yourself and make eye contact.”

“You’re not helping,” Brie groaned. “You know what a challenge that is for me.” She looked at him suspiciously and asked, “This isn’t another one of your jokes?”

Rytsar shook his head. “No,
radost moya
, this is very serious. I will not be able to protect you if you insult one of the other Dominants at the club.”

“Why take me, then?”

“Were you not the top of your class at the Submissive Training Center?”

His question both challenged and grounded her. Brie hadn’t been in a formal setting in months, but she understood her place. Although she was afraid of accidentally breaking protocol, she was a competent submissive. She smiled at him, feeling her confidence grow when she answered, “Yes, I was.”

“They will be observing your every move tonight.”

The thought of accidentally making a mistake and being punished by a sadist frightened her. Rytsar read the fear playing across her face and grasped her chin, forcing her to look into his pale blue eyes.

“It is very simple. Keep your gaze focused on the heel of my boots, and your hands behind your back. Do not speak. Although my friends will be admiring your body, they will not engage you.” She breathed a sigh of relief until Rytsar added, “In my circle, eye contact is a grave sign of disrespect and will be brutally punished.”

Brie felt the panic start to rise again.

“But you will not fail in this,” he stated firmly. “Even when we scene tonight, you will keep your gaze down at all times.”

She squeaked out, “We’re scening together?”

“Naturally my comrades want to observe you at play.”

“What kind of scene?”

“One you’re already familiar with,” he assured her.

“But which one?” she pressed, frightened it might be his cat o’ nines.

His lip curled into a seductive smile. “The cane.”

Brie wasn’t sure if a cane was any better than the cat o’ nines in the hands of Rytsar. “I can still call out my safeword, can’t I?”

“Of course,
radost moya
, but you will not. Tonight I’m going to teach you to enjoy the pain.”

Brie trembled at the confidence behind his words. She had no doubt that she would be crying out in both passion and pain this evening. Although she feared what the Russian Dom had planned, the prospect of scening with him again was thrilling.

Rytsar smiled at her. “You are agreeable, then. That pleases me.”

She felt the butterflies start. Why his praise had that kind of effect on her was a mystery, especially knowing his brand of kinky play. However, she had to silently thank Rytsar. By placing her in a new environment and setting up a challenging scene for her, he’d effectively sent Brie back to her training days.

It was strangely exhilarating to find herself in unknown territory again.

Savior

B
rie was a bundle of nerves when they pulled up to an ancient stone building that looked suspiciously like a church, with its lone spire and stained glass windows lining each side. Had Brie been a simple tourist driving by, she would never have suspected that sadistic kinkiness happened within its majestic walls.