by Red Phoenix
When Sir began playing with her breasts through the thin material of her dress, she whimpered softly. Restraint wasn’t an option as she felt her body ready itself to orgasm.
“May I come?” she begged.
Rytsar stopped, lifting his head from her pussy. “Nyet.”
Brie moaned into Sir’s mouth as the two men continued to tease her with their tongues, creating a torturous and pleasurable rhythm.
When Rytsar slipped his finger into her pussy and began rubbing against her G-spot, she let out a cry of frustration.
Both men chuckled, knowing how to please her body well—too well.
Bound to the seat, all Brie could do is fight against them or give in to the sensual pleasure of their dual attention.
Choosing to savor their exquisite torture, she rode that challenging precipice until she finally heard the blessed command.
“Come for me, téa.”
Tears pricked her eyes from the intensity of her orgasm when she let go. Her pussy pulsed with pleasure against Rytsar’s tongue. She let out a muffled cry of ecstasy as Sir claimed her mouth as she came.
Brie was shaking after it ended.
“Good girl,” Sir murmured as his hand traveled down to her hot pussy. “I think you deserve another…”
He penetrated her with his finger and stimulated her G-spot with slow, sensual movements until she reached the edge again and came for him.
As she came, Rytsar wrapped his hand around her throat in a possessive hold, kissing her deeply—his mouth tasting of her. It was wickedly erotic.
The feel of their dominant embrace was both primal and demanding, hinting to what awaited her on the Isle…
Anticipation
After a quick transfer in Nadi to a smaller plane with pontoons, they flew to the private island. Brie stared out of the window at the huge expanse of blue water as the plane approached the tiny isle.
The small island was covered in trees and outlined by white beaches that contrasted like a jewel against the intensely blue waters.
Her isle… a honeymoon gift.
Rytsar chuckled with satisfaction. “I can see you are anticipating my Christmas present for you.”
She turned from the window to answer him, shivering with excitement. “I can’t think of a better way to celebrate the new year.”
Sir took her hand and squeezed it. “Neither can I, babygirl.”
As Brie laid her head against Sir’s shoulder, tears came to her eyes. Whispering, she said, “There was a time when I never thought I would see this place again.”
“Shh…” He put his finger gently on her lips. “We can’t allow ourselves to dwell on that now.”
She nodded, holding back the tears. “But it makes me appreciate the beauty of this moment all that much more, Sir.”
He lifted her chin, wiping the wetness from her eyes before kissing her tenderly. “We have an entire lifetime ahead of us, my love.”
She smiled, trusting him. Sir had cheated death and fought his way back to her.
Rytsar stared at them both, smiling. “We have endured much to get back to this place.”
“We have, old friend,” Sir answered.
Brie saw that haunted look return in Rytsar’s eyes. He’d been fighting against those horrific memories from his mission to hunt down the slaver—memories that only he and Titov shared.
She hoped that someday, he would allow her to help carry some of that burden. But, for now, Brie understood her role was to act as his welcomed distraction.
“Sit back in your seat, babygirl,” Sir ordered. “The plane is readying to land.”
Brie glanced out the window again to see how close they were to the water. She sat back in her seat and looked at Sir.
He winked at her.
It appeared that taking off in a plane was what terrified him, because Sir looked relaxed as they prepared for the ocean landing.
Brie, however, held her breath when the pontoons hit the ocean and didn’t let it out again until the plane had glided safely across the water and come to a complete stop.
Rytsar chuckled as he unbuckled his seatbelt. Slapping Sir on the shoulder, he declared, “I do enjoy a good water landing!”
Sir grinned, his eyes flashing with boyish delight as he opened the airplane door, letting in the gentle ocean breeze.
“Strip, babygirl,” Sir commanded. “You won’t be needing your clothes for the next three days.”
Brie smiled as she lifted her dress over her head. In a matter of seconds, she stood completely naked before him.
Meanwhile, the two men had stripped down to reveal they were wearing swimming trunks.
“How is that fair?” she asked, giggling.
Rytsar smirked. “All is fair in passion and pain, radost moya.”
Brie shivered when she saw the wicked glint in his eye. Rytsar was the epitome of both passion and pain.
“I’m giving you a three-minute head start,” Sir informed Brie. “Do you think you can make it to shore before we catch you, téa?”
The moment he used her pet name, Brie knew her first scene at the Isle had officially begun.
Confident in her swimming skills, she replied, “I am certain of it, Master.”
“Enough to accept punishment if you are wrong?”
Without hesitation, she answered, “Yes, Master.”
Sir smiled. “Then the clock starts now.”
Spurred on by his challenge, Brie carefully positioned herself in the doorway to avoid the pontoon before diving into the warm Fijian waters. With solid strokes, she headed toward the shore, kicking with power.
Not a minute later, she heard a splash in the water. Brie cried out when she turned to see that Rytsar had jumped in and was swimming toward her.
“That’s cheating!” she protested.
Rytsar did not respond. He trained his eyes on Brie as he swam with forceful strokes. Suddenly frightened the sadist was going to catch her, she turned back to the shore and swam for her life.
Brie kept her eyes focused on the shoreline, trying to ignore the terrifying sound of Rytsar drawing closer behind her. Where Sir was firm but safe, Rytsar had a decidedly dangerous element to him. She had no idea what kind of punishment he had in store for her if he did manage to catch her.
Brie’s heart skipped a beat when she heard Sir dive into the water. Unlike Rytsar, he’d kept to the stated time. But now she had two men after her.
Taking a quick glance back, she felt a surge of relief when she saw she was starting to outdistance Rytsar. Fifteen feet from the shore, feeling the rush of victory, she screamed in surprise when he grabbed her, dragging her under the water.
Brie came up sputtering, completely helpless in his iron grasp as he carried her to the shore and threw her over his shoulder. With the adrenaline coursing through her body, Brie tried valiantly to break his tight grip.
Rytsar slapped her ass hard and she cried out in pain.
Brie watched Sir rise out of the water, his heated gaze locked on her as he slowly walked up to them.
Rytsar stated smugly, “She did not make it to the shore before us, moy droog.”
“But you cheated,” Brie cried out in her own defense, looking back at him over his shoulder.
“Nyet,” Rytsar answered. “My brother said he would give you a head start—I did not.”
She realized he was technically right and whimpered.
“You claimed you would make it to the shore before us, did you not, radost moya?”
She swallowed hard, answering meekly. “Yes.”
Rubbing her stinging ass, Rytsar said in a low, seductive tone, “You knew there would be consequences…”
Brie realized Rytsar had set her up, but she willingly accepted her fate, bouncing along on his shoulder while the two men headed down the path into the dense jungle.
When they reached the clearing, Brie let out a happy squeak.
The front of their tiny house was made of glass so they could enjoy the beauty of
the island. The openness gave the one-room home a more spacious feel inside. Although it was small, it came fully equipped with a little kitchenette, king-size bed, a large, freestanding glass tub and the tantra chair set in the middle of the room.
Rytsar carried Brie through the entrance and set her down. He then grabbed a set of gold handcuffs from a hook on the wall and secured her wrists together, tsking as he did so.
Brie’s heart raced when he turned her around to face the other side of the room. “Do you see that?”
She stared at a floor to ceiling gold pole that had been added. “I do, Rytsar.”
“Do you know what it is?”
She answered uncertainly, “A binding pole?”
“Of sorts…” he replied with a sadistic grin.
Glancing at Sir, Rytsar asked, “Do you like my addition, comrade? It’s covered in 24-karat gold.”
Sir stared at the pole, nodding appreciatively. “It’s a bit extravagant, but seems to suit the place.”
“I have fantasized about this for a long time, radost moya,” Rytsar stated. “This addition is as much a Christmas gift to myself as it is to you.”
Brie was surprised to hear that Rytsar harbored an unknown fantasy that involved her. She was both intrigued and frightened by it. The fact that he was a sadist had her wondering what kind of wicked fantasies he indulged in when he was alone.
Smiling timidly, she confessed, “I’m a little scared.”
He winked at her. “You should be.”
The intensity in his blue eyes caused goosebumps on her skin.
He stared at the pole with a look of pride. “I look forward to hearing you beg for mercy.”
Brie shivered, shooting a glance at Sir, and was encouraged by his calm expression. She was certain that Rytsar had already shared his plans with Sir beforehand.
Glancing at the pole again, Brie was curious how he would use it.
“Trying to figure it out, radost moya?” he asked in amusement. “You will never guess.”
Hoping to avoid her punishment by buttering him up, she said sweetly, “I look forward to thanking you properly for my Christmas present, Rytsar.”
She noticed his lips twitch.
He glanced at Sir. “Is she trying to distract me from my duty, brother?”
Sir stared at Brie with a grave expression. “It appears so.”
“Why have you not trained her better?”
“I believe it has everything to do with a certain Russian who insists on thwarting my careful instruction.”
“Are you insinuating I’m responsible?”
“No, I’m flat out telling you that you are the problem.”
Rytsar huffed. Turning back to Brie, he raised an eyebrow. “I suppose if I am responsible for your misguided attempt to avoid punishment, I should do the right thing by you and double it.”
Feeling a little frisky, she said in the barest of whispers, “I would prefer it if you didn’t.”
His lips curled into a slow smile. “So, you insist on poking the bear, do you, radost moya?”
Rytsar grabbed the back of her neck and squeezed. The way his hold instantly caused her knees to go weak and her body to freeze made her feel like a newborn kitten.
Shaking his head slowly, he told her, “While I admire your courage, I must teach you the errors of your ways.”
Leading her to the tantra chair, Rytsar bent her over the taller curve of the chair, her wrists still cuffed behind her, and told her to remain still. A few seconds later, she felt the hard smack of his hand on her ass.
The sound of it echoed seductively through the tiny house.
“Come join me, moy droog,” Rytsar stated in a husky voice.
Sir walked over and lightly ran his hand over her stinging skin. “Are you ready for your double punishment, téa?”
Brie bit her lip, suddenly understanding that the chase from the plane had simply been a ruse to set up this spanking scene. She struggled not to smile when she answered solemnly, “I am, Master.”
She loved Sir’s sensual spankings and closed her eyes in anticipation, letting out tiny gasps each time his hand made contact with her ass.
However, Brie had to fight not to cry out as the tears started to fall in response to Rytsar’s more spirited spanking. The combination of their varied techniques lit Brie on fire, carrying her to a precipice, her pussy aching to be filled.
Rytsar rubbed both her ass cheeks with his rough hand, his touch stinging her sensitive skin. “Prekrasnyy…” he murmured in satisfaction. “Have you learned your lesson, radost moya?”
“Yes, Rytsar,” she answered, trying to sound properly remorseful.
“Good.” Turning to Sir, he said, “Let’s take your repentant sub to the bed and fuck her.”
Brie purred with pleasure when Sir lifted her up and carried her to the bed.
He ordered Brie to lie on her stomach. The silk sheets felt cool against her skin, contrasting nicely with the burning sting of her spanking. Asking Rytsar for the keys to the cuffs, Sir unlocked one.
With a mischievous grin, he secured it to the headboard and growled. “You didn’t think I’d let you go, did you?”
Brie whimpered in anticipation, needing to feel her Master’s hard shaft thrusting inside her.
“Nothing like a little pain to intensify the pleasure,” Rytsar stated as he leaned down to nip her shoulder, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.
Sir undressed and stood there gazing at her lying on the bed, the hardness of his shaft announcing his desire.
Brie stared at his princely cock, loving how sexy it was and how well he knew how to please her with it.
But, it wasn’t just Sir who wanted her.
Rytsar discarded his swimming trunks and growled like the Russian bear he was. “We have spent the entire trip teasing you without any release for ourselves.”
He approached her hungrily, his lust primal and raw. “You are about to be well fucked, radost moya.”
Sir lay on the bed, the chain of her cuff making a pleasant clinking sound as he pulled her on top of him.
“Grind yourself on me,” he commanded.
Grabbing her waist, he helped her move up and down on his shaft, making it slick with her wet excitement. She longed to feel him inside her but Sir insisted on teasing her, prolonging that delicious moment of penetration.
“Please,” she finally begged.
The instant the request was out of her mouth, Sir forced his cock deep inside her. Brie cried out in ecstasy as he made her take the fullness of it in one thrust.
Clutching her waist, he drove his shaft into her repeatedly. Brie moaned, giving in to his passionate assault.
She was about to protest when he slowed down, until she felt Rytsar’s hand caressing her ass. Despite it stinging, the sensation thrilled her. The sensual feel of it traveled straight to her pussy, causing her inner muscles to contract around Sir’s cock.
He groaned in passion.
“Radost moya…”
Brie felt tingles course through her when Rytsar pressed the head of his lubricated cock against her tight rosette.
“Your ass begs for my invasion,” he stated in a low growl as he pressed the head of his shaft into her.
Brie moaned in desire.
Sir lay still as Rytsar slowly penetrated her ass with his cock, taking his time so she could appreciate the feel of every delicious inch of him. Brie was rewarded with his low grunt when her body finally took his entire length.
Closing her eyes for a moment, Brie savored the fullness of both men buried deep inside of her. When Sir began moving again, she opened her eyes and smiled at him.
“You like it this way,” Rytsar whispered huskily.
“Yes…”
He continued to caress her stinging skin. However, his touch was light, and she found she actually enjoyed the tingling sensation it caused and moaned with pleasure.
Her cry spurred Rytsar to grab her waist, and he began thrusting more forcefully.
Sir matched his pace, causing chills to course through Brie as she took the deep thrusts of both men.
The desire to please them both at the same time challenged her body, but Brie loved the exquisite sub-high created by their double penetration.
Having denied themselves during the long flight, both Doms moved quickly toward climax. Turned on by their heightened state of arousal, Brie begged them for more.
Sir moved subtly beneath her, causing his strokes to become more intense.
Brie threw her head back, crying out in pure ecstasy.
Her passionate cry released the floodgates and both men came inside her at the same time as she joined them in climax. Her orgasm milked both cocks, her inner muscles rhythmically contracting with each delicious pulse.
Afterward, Rytsar grunted in satisfaction as he pulled out slowly and lay on the bed. Sir rolled Brie so that she was lying between the panting men.
Brie felt deeply fulfilled after such a spirited threesome. For her it was more than just the physical connection when they climaxed together—it was the mixing of souls.
She glanced at the pole again.
Rather than fearing it, Brie now felt a sense of exhilaration. She was hungry to meld with Rytsar on a different level as he played out this secret fantasy of his with her.
Turning her head, she told him with a full heart, “I humbly submit my body to your will, Rytsar Durov.”
He nodded, his eyes glinting wickedly.
“Should I prepare myself?” Her heart fluttered when she said it knowing she was willingly offering herself to his sadistic desires.
“Nyet.” His smile grew wider as he glanced at Thane. “To honor my comrade’s training, I shall make you wait.”
Brie sighed softly as she glanced back at the pole. Patience had never been her strong suit, but this time she found it doubly hard.
She knew that by forcing her to wait, Rytsar was increasing her level of anticipation. However, it also allowed Brie time to ponder the myriad of sadistic fantasies he might play out with her and the fear started to creep back in.
Brie noticed Rytsar staring at her with an impish grin. He knew exactly what he was doing.
