Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (95 page)

The natural lube made pleasuring him easier, and she soon found her rhythm as she stroked his length in slow, twisting motions.

Sir groaned, enjoying her attention. He removed his hand from her throat and began to caress her wet clit, giving as good as he got.

Brie arched her back, trying hard not to succumb to the delicious flood of heat he was creating. When he slipped his finger inside and found her swollen G-spot, she knew she was in trouble.

With a tighter hold, she pumped his shaft, hoping to break him before he broke her, but hearing Sir breathe heavily was such a turn-on… Her pussy started to pulse and she struggled to get away, but being bound to Sir made it impossible.

“Please…” she cried.

“You want to come?” he growled huskily in her ear.

“No…oooohhhhh,” she moaned when Sir swirled his finger over the swollen spot.

Out of desperation, she changed the tempo of her stroking, slowing down rather than speeding up, concentrating all her attention on the head of his shaft.

When he stiffened against her, she felt victory was near. That was when his lips sought out her neck and he whispered, “And she comes…my goddess, my slut,” as he bit down, sending chills rocketing straight to her groin.

Brie tensed as the first wave of her orgasm rolled over her against her will. She threw her head back, crying in frustration, “Nooo…” but it felt so good that soon she was moaning, “Yes…oh, yes…”

Before she’d finished climaxing, Sir joined her, his whole body shuddering as the warm liquid of his release covered her.

“That was so hot,” she sighed as she looked up at the stars.

“And I won,” he added with a grin.

“Not by enough to count.”

He turned his head, raising his eyebrow at her. “Close only counts in horseshoes, babygirl.”

“Cheater.”

“Winner.”

She laughed and sought out his warm body as the cool night breeze played with the sweat on her skin. She lightly kissed the ‘t’ on his chest. “Where will the honeymoon be?”

“As with the wedding, it shall remain my secret.”

She giggled, feeling too content to care. She held up their interlaced hands and gazed at them thoughtfully. “I know it will be amazing.”

“I hope to take your breath away.”

“You already do, Sir.”

Sir leaned over and kissed her before undoing their pearl bond. He gathered her into his arms and they lay there, listening to the soothing sound of the ocean as the fire crackled beside them.

“This is enough,” she declared.

White Russian

B
rie woke up to the sound of two male voices in the kitchen. She quickly donned her silk robe and made her way out of the bedroom. She immediately recognized the deep tones of the Russian’s laughter.

“Rytsar! What the heck are you doing here?”

“
Radost moya
,” he said, his arms outstretched.

Brie looked at Sir as she hugged the burly man, shaking her head in surprise.

“Rytsar has come to escort you to Denver before you meet me in China,” Sir explained.

She was stunned by his statement. “Why?”

Sir’s smile faded. “I need to go to New York with Thompson. There are a few items that must be ironed out.”

“With Lilly? Then I should go with you.”

He shook his head. “Thompson will act as my liaison, so there will be no face-to-face contact with the girl. You, on the other hand, need to get that last bit of footage for your film.”

“But I’ve decided not to—”

“No, Brie. To defy Mr. Holloway would be a grave mistake. Wallace and Miss Wilson know the reason you are coming. I leave it up to you to work out the details of the shoot.”

Brie frowned. “Sir, I don’t want to be separated from you again. Not when it’s so close to the wedding.”

“I’m here to act as your Master’s stand-in,” Rytsar declared. “You will not miss him.”

Brie giggled. “While I’m grateful, Rytsar,” she looked at Sir, “I want to be with you.”

“And you will be—for a lifetime. It’s unfortunate that this extra step is necessary to end the Beast’s life.”

Brie walked over to Sir, wrapping her arms around his waist. “At least you won’t be alone when it’s time.”

“Although she is already dead, I will be grateful to have both of you beside me when she breathes her last.”

“You are doing the right thing,
moy droog,
” Rytsar assured Sir, slapping him on the back. “Since I have known you, she has haunted your life. It is time.”

Sir laughed uncomfortably. “I’m unsure whether I can handle the loss.”

Rytsar’s tone was sober when he answered, “You will be surprised how much you miss the weight on your shoulders initially, but trust me,
moy droog
, you grow used to it.”

Sir nodded. “I look forward to that day, old friend.”

“Are you sure Lilly won’t fight you over this?” Brie asked.

Sir’s voice became ominous. “She will have no choice. Thompson and I are seeing to that. Once the Beast is gone, all familial ties will be severed.”

“And you will finally be free,” Rytsar stated.

“A new life,” Sir agreed, kissing Brie on the top of the head.

She looked up and smiled. “As man and wife.”

“With a kinky white Russian,” Rytsar added, grabbing her ass in his strong hands.

“Hands off, old friend. We are practicing abstinence.”

Rytsar smiled knowingly, taking his hand from her ass and placing it on her tummy. “That can only mean one thing.”

“Well, we’re going to start trying, at least,” Brie said, blushing.

Rytsar stared at Sir. “Thank you,
moy droog
.”

“For what? This will be my child, not yours,” Sir joked.

Rytsar shook his head and said solemnly, “For showing me what’s possible.”

Silence followed his statement.

Eventually Sir nodded. “You said yourself the defective should not accept a lesser life.”

“
Da…
” He gazed at Brie wistfully, then smiled. “I amaze myself with my wisdom.”

Brie discovered just how possessive Rytsar could be when they traveled to Denver. Although Master Anderson graciously offered his home to them, the Russian would have none of it. “When you are under my protection, no other man will care for you.”

It wasn’t a topic up for discussion, so Brie accepted it when they stayed at a hotel instead. She quickly learned, however, that it also meant she had to ask permission whenever it involved others—even a simple phone call to Mary.

She had just dialed the number and hadn’t even said hello yet when he hung up the phone. “Who are you calling?”

“Mary! Why did you do that, Rytsar?” Brie protested.

“No calls without permission.”

“But why? I’m not wearing your temporary collar.”

“You are precious to me,
radost moya.
I must know where you are and who you are talking to at all times. I will not fail you or your Master while you are under my watch.”

The passion in his voice touched Brie, so she did not question him again. “May I call Mary?”

“
Da
, but you must okay any meetings with me before you commit to others.”

Brie gave him a chagrined look. “Fine.”

“Fine what?” he asked in his sexy Russian accent.

“Fine, Rytsar.”

“
Nyet
.”

“Fine, Rytsar Durov.”

“
Nyet
.”

“What, then?”

“You may address me as Ruler of My Universe.”

Brie giggled, but answered dutifully, “Fine, oh Ruler of My Universe.”

“Better, but I could do without the giggling.”

She broke out in a peal of laughter, shaking her head as she called Mary again.

Naturally, Rytsar insisted on being present during the filming, confiding to her, “I still do not trust Wolf Boy.”

“Should I get a shotgun for you?” she teased.

“No,” he answered, with a smug look on his face. “My ’nines should do nicely if he crosses the line.”

Mary had informed Brie that Faelan was recovering well, considering where he’d started from, but that she was still concerned about the scene. “
You
are not worth his health, Brie.”

“I agree. I wasn’t even planning to ask, but Sir insisted. I’ve been thinking about it and I believe what I have in mind shouldn’t put any strain on his body. Really, I have no idea why Mr. Holloway is so obsessed with you.”

“Eh, it doesn’t surprise me.”

“Why? Do you know him?” Brie asked, hoping to sate her curiosity.

Mary laughed. “No.”

“Oh, so you just naturally assume he’s obsessed because of your charm and good looks.”

“You know it, Stinky.”

“Well, I think he must have a mental disorder, just like Todd.”

“Odd…”

“What’s odd?”

“You’re asking me for a favor and yet you insult me.”

“Hey, what are friends for?”

Mary scoffed. “I find friendship highly overrated.”

“Says the girl with no friends…”

Brie met the two at the Denver Academy, with Rytsar glued to her side.

Faelan was
not
thrilled to have a fellow Dom observing him. As soon as he entered the room, he asserted his dominance over the Russian.

“You, over there,” Faelan ordered, pointing Rytsar to a far-off corner. “You will not speak or offer direction while I’m scening today.”

Rytsar snorted. “One inappropriate word or touch, and you will be crying to the moon, Wolf Boy.”

“Why did you have to bring him?” Faelan complained to Brie.

“Rytsar is my escort, as per Sir’s orders.”

Faelan’s blue eyes sparkled with amusement. “What? Is Davis back to worrying about me now?”

Rytsar growled under his breath and started towards Todd, who immediately backed away from Brie. “Calm down, old man. I have no need to fish elsewhere.” Faelan turned to Mary, looping his finger around the ring of her new collar, pulling her close. “This sub suits my needs just fine.”

Brie was impressed by how good Faelan looked. He moved stiffly, hinting at the pain he still suffered, but his color was good and his eyes were just as magnetic as ever. Faelan’s recovery seemed like a miracle, and she felt certain Mary had everything to do with it.

She explained the scene to Faelan, “I want this scene to showcase a simple lesson many subs experience, while letting you basically just lie there without having to tax your body.”

Mary teased, “Oh, I’ll make sure he taxes something.”

Faelan winked at her. “Tax it, baby.”

Rytsar grunted in the corner, their silly banter too much for him, but Brie was thoroughly charmed by it.

“I don’t want you undressing for this scene, Todd. Keep your shirt and tie on, as well as your pants. Women love a well-dressed man, and it will hide your recent scars from the camera. Oh, and do you mind calling her ‘pet’ for the scene?”

Faelan looked at Mary with a smirk.

Brie instructed Mary, “You will wear only your heels, bra and panties.”

“Nice,” Mary commented. “What do I get to address him as? Motherfucker?”

Brie laughed. “No, you get to call him by his title.”

Mary sighed, but faced her man and asked, “May I strip, Faelan?”

“Of course, pet. I want you to show that scowling Russian over there what he’s missing.”

Rytsar kept his eyes locked on Faelan with a fierce look of distrust.