by Red Phoenix
Wicked sadist…
Rytsar’s Fantasy
The three of them started New Year’s Eve by lying on the beach as they listened to the waves roll in.
Brie enjoyed the tropical, fruity scent of the frangipani flowers drifting through the air and sighed in contentment. “What an incredible way to embrace a new year.”
“I agree,” Sir replied, resting his jaw in his hand as he turned to look at her. “It is a rare luxury to be completely cut off from the world and be able to indulge in my passion for Brie.”
She smiled, loving Sir’s sexy pun.
“Brianna…” Rytsar pronounced her name, rolling the “r” slightly.
He never called her by her first name—except for the one night in Moscow.
Looking at Rytsar tenderly, she said, “My name sounds so much better when spoken with a Russian accent.”
His stare was intense when he told her, “I have a confession.”
She held her breath, wondering what he was going to say.
“I’ve not forgotten that night we scened in Russia using our given names.”
“Neither have I…” Brie replied.
Glancing at Sir, Rytsar said, “I never understood why you did it, brother.”
Sir answered in a somber tone, “There are times when connecting to the person is more important than the scene itself. I felt it was necessary the night Sasha died.”
Rytsar’s eyes flashed with pain and he quickly looked away.
“Facing the loss of a son you thought was yours, as well as a woman you cared about, required it.”
Rytsar’s voice hinted to his lingering sorrow. “You were right, moy droog. I was on a precipice the night she passed to the other side.”
“I know.”
Rytsar met his gaze. “You’ve always looked out for me.”
“You are my brother.”
He let out a ragged sigh and nodded. Brie knew that Rytsar’s complicated relationship with his brothers weighed on his soul.
“You are the only true brother I have.”
“When I think of how you came barging in on my life that first day of class…” Sir chuckled, shaking his head. “I had no idea what to make of you.”
Rytsar smirked. “Still, you proved yourself worthy by learning my native tongue.”
“But I fucking resented you for it.”
Rytsar laughed out loud. “It was worth your ire, comrade.”
Sir snorted, smiling in remembrance. “Looking back, I realize that meeting you was one of life’s greatest gifts.”
“A gift from God,” Rytsar asserted.
“While I’m still not convinced that there is a God, I will admit that the blood bond you and I made back then changed my life.”
Rytsar stated with frankness, “It saved mine.”
Sir stared at him for several moments, his tone more serious when he spoke. “Neither of us could have known what lay ahead for you.”
“And yet, I survived—because of you.”
“We made a vow to each other,” Sir said solemnly.
Rytsar’s smile had a sad quality to it. “Who knew I would need you to rescue me again so many years later?”
Turning to Brie, Rytsar confessed, “That night we scened in Moscow…it felt different between us.”
She looked deep into his eyes. “Yes, it did.”
Glancing down at the white sand, Rytsar casually swept across it with his fingers, his voice full of emotion. “It only highlighted what I already suspected…”
“What?” she asked, her heart skipping a beat.
“In you, Brianna, I have a woman I can fully love.”
His words left her speechless as she stared into his intense blue eyes.
Sir cleared his throat. “Are you suggesting we make this threesome more formal then, Anton?”
Rytsar looked away from Brie and turned to Sir, smiling. “Nyet, brother. What the three of us have is perfect.”
“It has left our friends confused,” Sir informed him. “Even Gray has questioned me about it.”
Rytsar threw back his head and laughed. “Let them question us!”
The Russian turned his attention back on Brie, lightly brushing his fingers against her cheek. “You bring light to my soul.”
“And you fill my heart with the sun,” she answered.
Rytsar leaned in for a kiss, murmuring in a low tone, “Radost moya.”
My joy…
Brie closed her eyes, her heart fluttering when their lips met. When he finally broke the kiss, he asked lustfully, “Are you ready to submit to me?”
Opening her eyes, she lost herself in Rytsar’s blue eyes as chills of fear and desire coursed through her.
“Yes.”
Brie stood, trembling a little as she faced the pole.
The look of desire in Rytsar’s eyes as he stripped in front of her temporarily quieted her many fears. While it was intimidating to submit to the sadist, Brie was well acquainted with Rytsar’s softer side.
If this was his secret fantasy, then she felt honored to be a part of it.
Brie just hoped it wouldn’t hurt—too much.
Rytsar grabbed the gold handle of a box in the corner and slowly opened it. Taking out a large, dark phallus made of silicon, he looked at her with a wicked smile. “What do you think, radost moya?”
The size and color of the toy reminded Brie of one of the attachments for the Sybian he’d given her. She had fond memories of the erotic ride she’d enjoyed on the sex machine and smiled in response.
With an alluring half-grin, Rytsar fastened the large, angled phallus to the gold pole with a special connector, adjusting the level before tightening it securely.
“Intimidated yet?” he asked her when he stepped away.
On the contrary, the prospect excited Brie. “No, Rytsar.”
His eyes glinted mischievously as he handed her a tube of lubricant. “Be generous as you coat it.”
Knowing that both Rytsar and Sir were watching her, Brie used her lessons from the Training Center. Taking the lubricant from him, she squeezed a liberal amount into the palm of her hand. Wanting each movement to be a sensual feast for their eyes, she was conscious of her posture as she slowly knelt on the floor. Taking the phallus in her hand, she stroked it sensually, covering every inch of it with the slick lubricant.
“More,” Rytsar insisted when she stood back up.
Brie nodded respectfully and squeezed more lube into her palm. She repeated the process, but this time added sounds of pleasure to the act, imagining it was Rytsar’s cock she was coating so liberally in preparation for him taking her deep in the ass.
Picking up a towel, Rytsar personally cleaned Brie’s hands. She couldn’t help but notice the impressive size of his hard-on. It thrilled her to know that he was seriously turned on by this secret fantasy of his.
Eager for his next command, Brie waited.
“Turn around facing your Master and grab your ankles.”
Brie faced Sir and, keeping her back straight, gracefully slid her hands down her legs until she reached her ankles and grasped them.
Rytsar growled as he stared at her naked ass. “Beautiful, radost moya…”
Brie bit her lip when she felt the coldness of the lubricant against her anus. Rytsar was as generous with the lubricant as she had been with the phallus, pressing his finger into her to coat her inside. Her pussy pulsated in response, enjoying the sensual touch.
Once he was satisfied, Rytsar cleaned off his hands and ordered her to stand.
Moving in close, he whispered in her ear. “You will spread your ass cheeks apart as you push that cock in as far as you can while we watch.”
Brie glanced at the phallus, uncertain of how much she could take, but it made her wet thinking about it. There was something primal about forcing something much too large into her body.
Rytsar insisted Sir join him to get a better view while Brie dutifully spread herself open and positioned the pink rosette of
her ass against the large head of the toy.
Looking at both men, she began rocking against the device, mentally willing her body to take its demanding girth. She moaned softly when she felt the round head slowly slip inside her, stretching the sensitive skin surrounding it.
Hearing Rytsar’s sharp intake of breath spurred her to take it deeper. She relaxed even more, reaching behind to grab the pole for leverage. With both the inside of her ass as well as the phallus generously lubricated, it was simply a case of mind over matter.
Biting her bottom lip, she forced it deeper inside her.
“I like watching you take it…” Rytsar growled lustfully.
Brie moaned in pleasure as the large cock penetrated her ass until she could take it no deeper. She stopped grinding against it but continued to moan softly, enjoying the fullness.
Rytsar grunted in approval and picked up the golden cuffs he’d used earlier. Cuffing her wrists while she was still grasping the pole, he stood back and smiled at her in satisfaction.
Brie arched her back a little more. She enjoyed being bound so erotically to his gold pole.
Both men stared at her and she basked in their admiration.
It wasn’t until Brie saw Rytsar pick up a pair of gold clover clamps from the box, that she felt the first shiver of fear.
She struggled against the cuffs but found it impossible to move with the phallus deep inside her.
“Suddenly appreciating just how helpless you are, radost moya?” Rytsar asked with a charming smirk.
She swallowed hard when he approached her with them in his hand. The Japanese nipple clamps made a deceptively pleasant clinking sound when he lifted them up for her to see.
“They’re studded with rubies and sapphires because I want you adorned in jewels.”
As beautiful as they were Brie was afraid of the clover clamps, having experienced how incredibly painful they could be.
Rytsar moved in closer and said in a low, seductive voice, “Would you like me to put them on?”
Although he phrased it as a question, she understood that it was a command. It was Rytsar’s preferred kink—getting Brie to agree to something that she was afraid of.
For some reason, that really turned her on.
Brie stared at the beautifully handcrafted clamps and her stomach twisted in fear. She could imagine how beautiful she would look bound to a gold pole by golden cuffs, with these bejeweled clovers hanging from her nipples.
A piece of submissive art…
Goosebumps rose on her skin when she answered him. “Yes, Rytsar. Adorn me.”
“Of course, radost moya.”
Kissing her on the lips, Rytsar brushed her nipple lightly with his fingers. She held her breath when he broke the kiss to open the golden clamp. Bringing it to her nipple, he pinched her areola to make it protrude even more. Carefully placing the ends of the clamp to either side of it, he let it slowly close around her nipple.
Brie let out a tortured whimper.
Rytsar leaned in and tenderly kissed her again, saying in his husky Russian accent, “And, now, for the other one…”
Brie’s breath increased as he played with her other nipple before putting the clamp in place. Looking her in the eyes, he asked, “What do you want?”
“Your adornment.”
Rytsar slowly released his grip on the clamp. Tears formed in her eyes as she endured the biting pressure of both clamps.
“Accept the pain as my gift.”
Brie gasped when he grasped the chain and pulled lightly on it.
Rytsar grazed his finger against her cheek as her tears began to fall. “Good…” he murmured, licking the wetness of her tears from his fingers.
Brie was struck by the oddly romantic gesture.
Turning to Sir, he said, “Help me as I adorn her with my final item.”
Sir came up behind Brie, slipping his arms through the crook of her elbows, pulling her taut against the pole. His dominant hold caused her to gush with wetness.
Rytsar went back to the box and pulled out a golden wand. Brie purred when she saw it. “I didn’t know Magic Wands came in gold.”
He grinned. “They don’t. I had this made for you.”
Kneeling down before her, Rytsar used another connector to attach it to the pole, positioning it so that it was snug against her clit.
Standing up, he showed her a small, metallic remote. “Can you guess what this controls?”
Brie bit her bottom lip and nodded.
Curious, she watched Rytsar hand it to Sir.
“It should be you,” Sir stated.
“Nyet. I insist.”
Sir took the remote and whispered in Brie’s ear. “Do you want it gentle or rough, téa?”
“Whichever is your pleasure, Master.”
He smiled in approval. “Always my devoted submissive.”
Brie let out a squeak when he pressed the button on the remote and the wand sprang to life. The vibrator started stimulating her clit, but it also lay against the base of the shaft deep in her ass, making it vibrate, as well.
She found the dual sensation incredibly pleasant and purred. Sir turned her head toward him to kiss her. The moment his lips claimed hers, he increased the vibration.
Brie closed her eyes, moaning in pure pleasure as she submitted to the erotic power of the wand. Losing herself in the carnal sensuality of it, she momentarily forgot about the clamps until Rytsar pulled on the chain.
She let out a cry of surprise, which was immediately met with Sir increasing the power of the vibration. Her pussy couldn’t take it, as it was already incredibly wet from the dual stimulation the wand was producing.
“Are you about to come, radost moya?”
“If it pleases you,” she purred, desperately hoping he would give her permission.
“Da, it does please me. In fact, you will come hard and often,” Rytsar stated with a wicked glint in his eye.
The moment she stopped fighting the incredible build up inside her, she orgasmed. Brie screamed in pleasure, her inner muscles pulsing against the large phallus as the wand continued to have its way with her clit.
Rytsar grunted in satisfaction, playing with her breasts and tweaking the chain as she came.
Little mewing sounds escaped Brie’s lips as she came back down to Earth after the intensity of her climax.
“I always enjoy watching you come,” Sir murmured. He kissed her again, before releasing her from his hold and turning off the wand.
“Good?” Rytsar asked her when the buzzing stopped.
“So good…Rytsar,” she panted.
Sir returned the remote to Rytsar.
The Russian grinned when he took it, telling Brie. “I have complete control over you.”
Brie nodded. “Yes, Rytsar.”
“That is my fantasy. To adorn you in gold and force you to orgasm anytime I want.”
To prove his point, Rytsar turned the wand on full blast.
Brie cried out. The intense vibration on her clit was too much, blocking out all thought until Rytsar pulled on the chain again. The clovers gripped her nipples tightly and the shock of it broke through the crazy intensity of the vibrator. She came a second time—and this one was even more powerful than the first.
As the last waves of her climax began to ebb, Rytsar shut off the wand.
Brie stood there, panting from the powerful orgasm. Her clit was wet, swollen, and profoundly satisfied.
“Is that not a beautiful sight, comrade?”
Sir looked at Brie. “Indeed, old friend. An erotic piece of art.”
Rytsar winked at Brie before walking over to the small kitchen table and asking Sir, “Why don’t we start a game of chess?”
Brie watched as Rytsar set the remote down and began setting up a marble chess set. Meanwhile, Sir went to the kitchenette and filled two glasses with vodka.
A little objectification…
Brie smiled as she watched her two favorite men sit down and toast each other befo
re starting their game.
Her only task was to stand against the pole and enjoy the fullness of the large dildo buried in her ass while the golden nipple clamps hung temptingly from her breasts. Thankfully, the intense pressure of the clovers was slowly becoming more bearable as her nipples began to go numb.
Rytsar allowed Sir to make the first move. When he was done, Rytsar sat back to contemplate the board. After moving his knight, he casually pressed the button on the remote.
Brie moaned as the vibration returned, stimulating both her clit and ass at the same time.
Rytsar set it at a low level, just enough to keep her gushing with wetness, but not enough to take her over the edge.
After his second move, Rytsar turned up the intensity and got up from his seat to walk over to her. “Are you close, radost moya?”
Her inner muscles contracted around the phallus as they readied for the next orgasm and she purred, “Yes…”
Grazing his thumb over her nipple, he told her, “It’s time we take these off.”
Brie’s heart skipped a beat. She remembered how painful that had been the last time. “Please, no, Rytsar. I like wearing them.”
Rubbing both nipples with his fingers, he explained. “Any longer and we would risk permanent damage.”
Brie whimpered, knowing he was right. Her nipples had turned white from the tight pressure of the clamps. But she also knew that when the blood rushed back it would be incredibly intense.
“Do not fret, radost moya. Your orgasm will be exquisite,” he assured her.
The vibrator continued to work its magic even as she imagined the painful release of the clovers.
Leaning in close, he asked in a low voice, “Now, tell me what you want.”
Brie swallowed hard several time before answering. “I want you to take them off, Rytsar.”
He winked at her before commanding, “Close your eyes.”
Brie could barely breathe as she dutifully closed her eyes and he grasped the chain. The wait became unbearable as she held her breath with the vibrator continuing to buzz.
When nothing happened, Brie opened one eye.
“No peeking.”
She immediately closed her eye and let out a nervous sigh. Focusing her attention on the wand between her legs, she willed herself to give in to its seductive vibration.
