by Red Phoenix
“The more I think about it, the happier I am that I turned the offer down.” Brie lifted her chin up in defiance. “I refuse to be treated like a pawn.”
“Of course, not—when you are the queen,” Sir agreed, kissing her on the lips.
Brie sighed in contentment. Picking up Hope, she headed to the nursery to change her. She was excited about the unexpected outing.
It truly amazed her that in less than an hour, she’d gone from being terrified and profoundly disappointed, to feeling empowered about her future.
That was the power of being surrounded by good people—they kept your eyes on the bigger picture while reminding you of what really matters.
Connection
Her heart lighter, Brie dressed Hope up in a cute little one-piece swimsuit with a big sunflower on the tummy.
When she went downstairs, Rytsar took Hope from her arms, growling like a Kodiak bear. “Are you ready to play in the ocean, moye solntse?”
Sir appeared from the bedroom carrying beach towels, dressed in only his swim trunks. “I laid out your swimsuit for you. Meet the three of us outside.”
She couldn’t help gazing at his toned chest covered in dark hair. Everything about Sir’s body called to her as a woman.
After getting dressed in the purple swimsuit Sir had chosen for her, Brie met them on the beach. Rytsar was already in the water with Hope, playing in the waves. Brie smiled when she heard her daughter squealing in Rytsar’s arms as the waves crashed around them.
“Ready for a dip in the ocean?” Without waiting for a response, Sir surprised Brie by sweeping her up in his arms and heading to the water.
“Oh, no! Put me down, put me down…” she giggled, worried she was too heavy for him.
He looked down at her and smirked. “No.”
Brie instantly stopped resisting as he carried her into the ocean. In a world of disappointments and fear, the magic of the ocean was its power to erase all the negativity she was experiencing—if only for a moment.
It brought balance to Brie’s soul.
She felt like a kid again hearing Sir laugh when they were hit by a big wave. They were both drenched by it, but Sir held her tight, not letting go until they were far enough out for Brie to float on each swell.
The four of them stayed in the water for a long time, the two men taking turns playing with Hope while Brie gently rolled with the surges. The beauty of the ocean was the temporary freedom from gravity that it gave her pregnant body.
They lay on the sand afterwards in thoughtful silence, listening to the peaceful sound of the waves.
When Hope let out a big yawn, Brie took it as her cue that it was time for a nap. Rytsar insisted on tucking Hope in for her nap, stating, “I do not know when I will be back again.”
Brie could feel his sadness as she watched Rytsar carry Hope upstairs. The pain of a dyadya was real.
When he didn’t come back after several minutes, curiosity got the best of Brie and she snuck up to see what he was doing. She heard his low voice coming from the room. He was singing the Russian lullaby that his mother used to sing to him—his deep, masculine voice resonating in Brie’s soul.
Hope stared up at Rytsar, transfixed.
Brie hated that Hope was facing the loss of her dyadya again. It was unfair, and it had everything to do with Lilly.
Brie hoped there would come a day when Rytsar would not have to sacrifice himself because of that evil woman—that someday, their lives would not be controlled by her.
Until then, Rytsar would stand as Hope’s protector, making sure no one ever hurt his moye solntse.
After he shut the door to the nursery, Rytsar told Brie, “I hope she does not forget me.”
“I won’t let her, Rytsar,” Brie promised.
The burly Russian looked away for a moment to swipe a tear from his eye. When he turned back to her, he smiled. “Now, I get to enjoy a second goodbye with you. It is an unforeseen luxury.”
Her heart fluttered.
When they entered the bedroom, Sir was already showered and waiting for them. “What is your instrument of choice, old friend?”
Rytsar looked Brie over and cocked his head. “No need for a formal instrument. I am going to use the traditional tool of a Russian.” He leaned over and whispered in Sir’s ear.
Brie shivered anxiously, wondering what the sadist had in store for her.
“While I get the needed item, why don’t the two of you rinse off?” Sir suggested.
Rytsar placed his hand on the back of Brie’s neck and squeezed. It instantly sent chills through her body, making her feel like a helpless kitten.
Escorting her to the bathroom, Rytsar reached into the Roman shower to turn on the water. While it ran, Rytsar quickly stripped out of his swim trunks and then helped Brie out of her bathing suit.
Once she was free of the wet material, he commanded she join him. He scrubbed every part of her body with luxurious suds. Then he used her body as his personal sponge, rubbing his body against hers. It was a sensual exchange of suds.
Once he was satisfied, Rytsar turned both showerheads on full blast so they were drenched in hot water. It guaranteed that there would be no grain of sand left after he toweled her off, but it left her feeling like a drowned cat.
Rubbing her thoroughly, he was as methodical drying her off as he had been lathering her up. Her skin quickly got pink under his intense care. When it came time to dry her hair, he used the towel like he was drying off Little Sparrow after a bath, leaving Brie’s hair a tousled mess.
Rytsar smirked at her when he picked up her golden paddle brush.
Sir walked into the bathroom carrying an ice bucket.
Brie’s eyes widened when she realized what Rytsar had planned for her after their hot shower together.
Handing the brush to Sir, he stated huskily, “See to her hair while I tend to her arousal.”
Brie dutifully sat down on the bench Sir slid to the middle of the bathroom. Where Rytsar’s hands had been rough, Sir’s were gentle as he took on the challenge of carefully brushing out the wet tangles the Russian had created.
She basked in his soothing touch as he patiently brushed through her hair, creating a cascade of sensual tingles from her head down to her toes.
Naturally, that’s when Rytsar kicked things up a notch.
Brie let out a little squeak when he slid an ice cube against her warm skin. “Da…” he growled hungrily, satisfied with her reaction.
She bit her lip, trying to hold back her squeals as he used those ice cubes in the most indecent ways, beginning with every inch of her skin before moving to every orifice. By the time he was done, she was sitting in a puddle of water, goosebumps covering her entire body.
“Welcome to Russia!” he chuckled as he leaned down to kiss her.
The ache of the cold instantly flared into desire when he claimed her mouth. The heat of his tongue was a sharp contrast to the coolness of her mouth, causing them both to moan.
When Rytsar finally broke the embrace, Sir helped Brie up and guided her to the bed. With her entire body trembling from Rytsar’s icy attention, Brie whimpered in excitement as the two men lay down on either side of her and began devouring her—licking and nibbling her chilled skin.
“I need to dive into that frigid ass,” Rytsar growled huskily.
Brie enjoyed the humor behind his statement and watched in anticipation as he coated his hard cock with lubricant.
Sir distracted her by taking a piece of ice and placing it in his mouth before leaning down to kiss her. She moaned as she parted her lips and they shared the ice between them. The act was so sensual and intimate that Brie willingly invited the chill that coursed through her body.
When Sir pulled away, the ravenous look in his eyes gave her butterflies.
“Kneel on all fours, téa.”
Too far along in her pregnancy to take both men at the same time, Sir piled pillows to support her upper torso. He joined her on the bed and fisted her hair
, pulling her head back. “I’ve always enjoyed watching my cock disappear down your throat.”
Sir groaned in pleasure when she parted her cold lips for him. Brie eagerly took his shaft, relaxing her throat to take the fullness of his cock.
Brie felt Rytsar settle on the bed behind her. Her stomach fluttered as he spread her ass cheeks and pressed his warm shaft against her cold rosette.
“I’ll go slow, radost moya. I wouldn’t want you to harm my comrade’s manhood with those teeth.”
“How thoughtful of you, old friend…” Sir muttered, pushing his cock farther down her throat.
Brie closed her eyes as Rytsar’s cock invaded her icy depths. His shaft felt so hot that she whimpered around her Master’s shaft in surprise.
Sir immediately pulled out. “Color, téa?”
“Green, Master,” she assured him.
She looked back toward Rytsar. “You’re like fire!”
The Russian’s low chuckle filled the air as he slapped her ass before continuing his sensual invasion.
Brie turned back to Sir, purring, “I’m hungry to please you, Master.”
The two men took their time, their strokes slow, measured, and ever-deepening. There was a primal satisfaction in pleasing both men. It filled Brie with a profound sense of feminine power.
Before long, the friction of their bodies began to warm her from the inside out. The men took turns, Rytsar holding still, his shaft buried deep in her ass while Sir pumped his cock into her mouth. Then Sir would stop and command her to slowly stroke his shaft with her hand while Rytsar had his way with her. It went on and on, the momentary breaks giving each man more stamina.
As for Brie, she was in pure submissive heaven…
When the two Doms were close to orgasm, Sir broke away from Brie and stroked himself while Rytsar vigorously fingered her clit. Watching Sir was sexy as hell—but having Rytsar play with her at the same time took it to a whole new level.
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.”
Brie could just imagine and tried hard not to laugh.
“It took us almost an hour to locate and rid my house of all those vile things.”
Brie covered her mouth, her eyes wide with amusement when he told her, “I did not realize my mistake until I sat down on the toilet. The instant I heard the telltale sound of the bomb inflating I knew my fate was sealed…”
He raised an eyebrow, looking at her accusingly. “Needless to say, in my compromised position, I only had time to throw the damn thing in my bathtub and throw a towel over it.”
Rytsar shook his head slowly. “That obnoxious smell lasted for days, radost moya. Days!”
She let out a little squeak, loving his recounting way too much.
“My men and I scanned the entire house two more times before I was confident we’d located them all.
