Brie's Russian Fantasy (After Graduation, #3) (14 page)

Brie breathed in his truth.
No one else matters…

Sir escorted her down to the front row of the mini-theatre in Rytsar’s mansion, so that all the men in attendance could admire her. Brie’s nipples instantly became erect in response to their intense stares. Everyone knew they were the entertainment for the evening—after the opera.

Brie sat down with practiced poise in between Rytsar and Sir. The Russian nodded to her pleasantly, but said nothing. He lifted his finger and the lights dimmed just before the curtains opened.

Sir leaned towards her and whispered, “This is the Russian opera
Ruslan and Lyudmila
. It’s one of the few Russian operas that are more…fanciful in nature.” He kissed her cheek. “I think you will enjoy it, téa.”

He was acting as if they were simply there to enjoy the performance, so she followed his example and focused solely on the opera. Brie was enthralled by the lavish costumes and extravagant sets that graced the stage. The actors must have been true performers because their voices were exceptional, ringing strong and true. The same could be said of the talented musicians. Rytsar had not provided a simple home performance; this was on par with any Broadway show.

Brie held her breath when the flying dragon appeared on the stage. The huge creature was made of billowing bolts of gold silk. It was enchanting and otherworldly. But she was horrified when the opera took a brutal turn, making her question Sir’s assurance she would enjoy it. It wasn’t until the final act that all was made right. The ending was wonderful and sweet, the way only fairytales can be.

Brie clapped her hands zealously when the curtains finally closed.

“I see that you enjoyed yourself,” Rytsar commented with satisfaction.

“Very much, Rytsar Donkova. It was…magnificent.”

“I would have to agree,” Sir interjected. “You surpassed my expectations.”

“Not an easy thing to do, peasant,” the Russian replied, laughing. “But I was determined.”

“It’s an experience I will never forget,” Brie exclaimed. “Never!”

“I hope to say the same of your performance.”

Brie suddenly felt lightheaded. She was about to scene in front of the prominent Doms of Moscow.

“Without the expensive costumes and sets, all eyes will be on you,” Rytsar continued. “Not exactly fair, is it?”

“None of it is necessary,” Sir replied matter-of-factly. “In fact, I would go as far as to say it is not the action itself, but the intention behind it, that truly carries a scene.”

Sir tilted Brie’s chin up with his finger, giving her a lingering look that said clearly,
I lead, you follow.
She nodded in understanding and then proceeded to melt when his firm lips met hers. She stood up with renewed confidence when Sir offered his hand.

Rytsar led them out of the theater and across the hall. Servants on either side of two massive wooden doors opened them as the group approached. Brie swallowed nervously as she passed through the doorway into the unusual room. The floor was made of dark wood a shade just shy of midnight and glossed to a perfect sheen. A long, red carpet made a path to a small, low-lying table made of gold in the center of the large room.

The table itself was encircled by unlit candles lining the floor. As she walked towards it, she noted the single line of chairs had been set six feet back, surrounding the table in a horseshoe pattern. The unusual seating allowed not only for the unobstructed view of the table, but also of a huge mirror on the opposite wall.

Brie began trembling as Sir guided her to the table. She had to step over the barrier of candles that separated them from the audience. Sir placed his hands on her shoulders, turning her towards the mirror. “Look at me, téa.” She looked into the reflection as the men gathered and sat down. She understood now—the mirror was there to enhance the experience for both the participants and the observers.

He whispered in her ear, “Focus on your Master.”

As she looked at Sir in the mirror, her confidence returned. When all of the gentlemen were seated, the doors closed and Brie heard the distinct sound of a large metal bar sliding into place. It added a thrill of fear, knowing they were locked in. For better or worse, she was to remain until the scene was complete. Thankfully, she was in the trusted hands of Sir.

Rytsar spoke to the group in Russian. After his speech, he repeated it in English for their benefit. “We have come tonight to enjoy the unique performance of Sir Davis and his submissive, téa. They have witnessed our brand of dominance and have consented to share a scene of their own. Sit back and enjoy their unique dynamic.”

Rytsar nodded to Sir before he sat down. The circle of Doms was so near that she could hear their subtle movements and even smell their various colognes. It was unsettling to have the audience so close. Brie looked into the mirror again.
Sir…

She watched as he slowly unzipped her gown. Then he kissed her neck as he eased the material off her shoulders. The dress fell and pooled at her feet. Suddenly she was naked except for her garters, fishnet stockings and six-inch heels. Exactly the way Sir preferred her.

His hands roved over her breasts and then he began pinching and squeezing her nipples as he lowered his lips onto her bare shoulder. His eyes did not leave her as he looked at her reflection. She was mesmerized by his hungry gaze.

Brie tilted her chin upwards and pressed the back of her head against his chest, giving in to the magic of his caress. She tapped into the sexual energy of those around her and ground her pelvis against her Master.

He lifted her right arm above her head and ran his fingers down the side of her breast, the concave of her waist and the swell of her hips, tickling her skin with his light caress. Then he turned to a servant, who handed him a long red cord. Sir doubled up the rope and then began to tie it around her right forearm, starting at the wrist, creating an intricate, braided pattern as he went.

She watched, fascinated by the Kinbaku feel of it. He tied the cord off at her elbow, leaving the ends to hang like a fringe. He leaned in and said, for her ears only, “A warrior’s cuff.”

Her interest was piqued as he raised her arm again. The vibrant shade of red radiated power and his words infused her with a sense of courage and purpose. She smiled at Sir in the reflection, suddenly feeling worthy of this public display.

One of her Master’s hands glided over her stomach, then moved between her thighs, while the other captured her breast. She gasped as his fingers slid into her moist depths. She glanced at the mirror again. It was a visual representation of their relationship. He the masterful, confident Dominant and she the powerful, yet wholly devoted sub.

“Lie facedown on the table, arms and legs outstretched,” he commanded quietly.

Brie slid onto the table with catlike grace and laid herself out for him. Sir took his time as he removed her shoes, stockings and garters. His movements were sensual and confident, making her wet with anticipation.

She was startled to hear the sound of chains as Sir pulled up a cuff from underneath the table. It was attached to the leg. He secured her wrist, glancing at her briefly with a smirk. He continued until she was completely chained to the table.

So far he had done nothing more than undress her and bind her, but she was already quivering with need. It would not take much to set her body humming.

Sir nodded and a servant handed him a large swab and container. Brie glanced to the right and saw another servant standing with an extinguisher held elegantly in his hands.
So it’s to be fire play tonight.
No wonder Sir had insisted she put her hair up.

The servant lit the swab and stepped back just before the lights lowered. The room was completely silent. There was no accompanying music for the scene. Brie found it made for a more intimate connection with the audience. Every movement of Sir’s, every gasp from her lips was heard by their observers.

And Brie did gasp when she felt the cool alcohol coat her skin. Sir began with her back, making simple designs, lighting them on fire before he swept them out with his hand. He moved down her legs and even lit the soles of her feet, making her yelp when the heat from flames licked the sensitive areas.

As with the undressing, Sir took his time, building anticipation for both Brie and the audience. She noticed that Sir let the flames burn longer as he advanced in the scene. It required more of her concentration, as the heat was intense. Each time she was just about to cry out ‘yellow’, Sir would wipe the flames from her skin.

He began creating more detailed patterns on her back. Brie wondered if the designs had significance, because the men grunted in response when he lit them on fire.

Then he spoke the first words since he’d asked her to lie on the table. “You and I seek the path together.” She felt him making a trail of a spiral circle with the cool liquid. Brie held her breath as he tapped it with the flame. The fire danced down the path he’d created.

He swiped it away and made a new design. She could identify the sideways eight easily, knowing exactly what the symbol meant. “No matter what the future brings, you and I are connected.”

Sir lit the symbol for eternity on her back. She let it burn not only on her skin, but into her soul, almost regretful when he swept it away.

He then lit the ring of candles on the floor, one by one, before putting out the fire in his hand.

Brie looked into the mirror and felt a pleasant chill when she realized he was staring at her, his look cavernous in its depth and intensity. She could fall into those eyes, losing herself forever…

With the same slow precision he’d used in tying her up, Sir undid her bindings. He pulled her towards him on the smooth surface of the table and ordered her onto her hands and knees. He took off his clothes, his gaze never leaving hers in the reflection of the mirror. He caressed her bare mound gently and then smacked her on the ass. The satisfying sound of it echoed in the room and low chuckles emerged from the men.

He explored her pussy again, concentrating his efforts on her clit. “No coming,” he instructed, rubbing at just the right tempo to start the chain reaction. Brie bit her lower lip when Sir slid his fingers into her pussy, going straight for her G-spot. She gasped when he caressed it, rolling his finger over the area slowly, pleasurably, until her body pulsed with electricity. He pulled his finger out and replaced it with his shaft.

Brie moaned when she felt his cock press against her. He smiled in the mirror, shaking his head in response to her unspoken request. Sir thrust forcefully, filling her with one solid stroke.

She arched her back to take the full length of him, holding back tears of joy as her Master claimed her. Brie watched as he grabbed her hips and began fucking her without restraint. It was an erotic scene, with the red warrior cuff he’d made contrasting against her white skin, the curves of her round ass in his hands, and the look of ecstasy on her Master’s face.

Brie let out a primal scream that echoed throughout the room, desperate to express her passion and need for Sir. He met it with a roar of his own as he emptied his essence deep inside her.

He pulled her up to him, one arm across her chest, the other hand concentrated on her pussy. “Come for me, téa,” he whispered through gritted teeth.

Brie threw her head back and allowed all the emotion and sexual electricity to release at once. She writhed in his arms as the powerful climax washed over her, blurring her senses. Afterwards, she lay against him like a ragdoll.

Sir murmured in her ear, “My beautiful goddess, see how you have captivated the audience.”

Brie glanced discreetly at the men surrounding them. Their eyes were trained on her, holding varying looks of admiration and ravenous need. It was empowering to be admired by so many Doms, but she knew the truth.

“Master,” she whispered.

“Yes, téa?”

“No one else in the room matters but you.”

Performance