by Red Phoenix
The phallus in her ass vibrated with the wand causing enough intensity to stimulate her G-spot and her thighs began to shake. Soon, the chain of her cuffs began to rattle against the pole as her body shook uncontrollably.
Just as she reached the edge and started to come, she felt the intense pressure of the clovers. They gripped her nipples painfully before Rytsar ripped them away.
Brie screamed in pain and her orgasm instantly stopped. She opened her eyes in shock.
“Just wait, radost moya…” Rytsar whispered hoarsely with a wicked glint in his eye.
She let out a surprised gasp when the orgasm suddenly returned, her whole body tensing just before her climax exploded with a delicious vengeance. Her knees buckled but the dark cock buried inside her kept Brie standing. She gushed with come, her inner muscles rhythmically squeezing the toy over and over again.
She needed the pain of her nipples as her focal point as she rode the tremendous release, her pussy clenching so forcefully her whole body shuddered with each contraction, but, oh…with each burst came a pleasurable fire so fierce it threatened to consume her.
Brie lost herself in the intensity of the climax.
She heard the buzzing stop and then Rytsar whispered. “Radost moya…”
Her eyelids fluttered open and she found herself staring into his blue eyes.
“Welcome to my fantasy,” he told her with a mischievous grin. “I am not done with you yet…”
Sitting back down at the table, he studied the chessboard and calmly made his next move while Brie stood at the pole, drenched in sweat, weak and panting from the experience—her mind blown.
The Russian’s Secret
Brie was a captive to the two men’s whims while they played a three-hour game of chess.
Because of her heightened state of arousal, all it took was a simple rumbling from the wand to make Brie come again. She had been quietly counting each one but eventually lost track after the twenty-fifth, each of them melding into one another.
Finally, Sir studied the board for over ten minutes before chuckling in amusement and declaring it a draw.
Rytsar grunted. “You are a hard man to beat, peasant.”
“As are you, you fucking aristocrat.”
“You know what that means…” Rytsar turned to Brie.
Her heart skipped a beat when she met his lustful gaze. “I get to enjoy the wet pussy I have been preparing all day.”
The way Rytsar spoke about her made her feel like a piece of prized meat he had been carefully basting in the oven the entire day. Looking down at her pussy dripping with her wet excitement, she decided that was exactly what he had been doing.
“Help me, comrade,” Rytsar stated as he stood up from the table.
Sir came up behind her and rested his hand against her throat. “Did you have a good time watching our chess game, téa?”
Still breathless from her last orgasm, she turned her head toward him and answered in a hoarse whisper, “Very much, Master.”
Sir kissed her, his possessive hold making her weak in the best possible way.
Rytsar came up to her with a full glass of water. “Drink, radost moya. You must be thirsty after so many orgasms.”
He tipped the glass up and Brie drank eagerly, not realizing how thirsty she was until the sweet taste of the water reached her lips.
“Good,” he growled lustfully.
After he set the glass down, Rytsar told Sir to unlock the cuffs while he held her. Once her wrists were free, Brie fell into Rytsar’s arms. His hold was tight as he slowly backed up, releasing her from the large phallus. Once free, her knees buckled, but he supported her in his strong arms.
Smiling at her, Rytsar carried her to the bed and laid her down on it.
He spread her thighs open. Staring at her swollen pussy he stated in admiration, “I have never seen you this wet before.”
It was true.
Her legs were covered in her slickness after orgasming countless times.
“Do you know how many times you climaxed, radost moya?”
She shook her head weakly, grinning up at him. “There were so many, I lost count.”
He stared at her hungrily. “I made you come thirty-seven times.”
“That many?” she squeaked, her voice rough and raw from screaming and the physical exertion of so many multiple climaxes.
“Da,” he stated with pride. “Do you know why?”
She shook her head.
“I wanted you to orgasm for every year I’ve been on this planet.”
Rytsar glanced at Sir and grinned.
“Thank you,” Brie managed to say, feeling as if her whole body was floating inches above the bed from the sub-high she was experiencing.
“And now, I am going to claim that scorching hot pussy I’ve created.”
Brie’s heart skipped a beat. She didn’t think her overstimulated pussy could handle his thrusting, but she would deny him nothing at this point.
Shivering, she gazed at his naked body as he settled between her legs. His strong, muscular form was covered in scars, but her eyes locked on her pet name tattooed in the dragon’s smoke over his heart.
Even though her pussy was extremely sensitive and sore after coming so many times, she held her arms up to him, welcoming him in.
Brie expected Rytsar to be rough, based on the hardness of his rigid shaft and the hours it had taken to get her to this state, but he surprised her.
Hesitating at the moment of entry, he pressed his cock against her wet opening, Rytsar let out a low, satisfied groan as he slowly slid into her.
“You have never been wetter.”
“Never,” she agreed breathlessly.
Grabbing her face in his hands, Rytsar leaned down to kiss her as he claimed her with his cock. His gaze remained locked on hers as he began rolling his hips.
“Rytsar…” she purred, wrapping her legs around him.
Responding to her need, he grasped her buttocks and pushed himself deeper into her, but with a slow, sensual pace as he stroked her with his cock.
Because of the multiple orgasms, Brie’s G-spot was so stimulated and swollen that each thrust sent bursts of fire that lingered and built on itself. She was defenseless in the face of the inferno he’d created and knew she would not be able to control the orgasm once it hit.
She was certain that had been Rytsar’s plan all along—to set her up for a session of orgasm denial once he had guaranteed that she was powerless to prevent them. She looked at him pleadingly as the first telltale sign that the next wave of pleasure was about to hit.
Rytsar stared deep into her eyes and smiled lustfully. “Yes, radost moya. You have permission to come around my cock.”
The unexpected generosity of his command took Brie by surprise and her body instantly shuddered as she released. Delicious shivers of pleasure coursed through her, but then the orgasm became frighteningly intense. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock repeatedly in homage to the man.
Rytsar kept the pace of his thrusts throughout her orgasm, not stopping after her climax ended. His blue eyes glinted wickedly as he continued his calculated strokes, aware of the effect it was having on her.
A few seconds later, she whimpered as she came again.
Rytsar growled in satisfaction. “And now it’s my turn…”
Brie nodded, unable to speak. Rytsar’s eyes never left hers as his thrusts became deeper and more pronounced. There was a thrill of excitement, knowing he was about to come.
Squeezing her legs tighter around him, Brie arched her back to press her pussy harder against him. She knew Rytsar was close and held her breath so she could fully enjoy his orgasm.
Brie let out a tiny gasp when she felt his fingertip graze her anus.
Letting out a masculine groan, Rytsar slid it inside her.
It was Brie’s undoing and she screamed as a tidal wave of intense pleasure overtook her. Tears pricked her eyes when she came again, her body caressing his shaft with its
rhythmic pulses.
Brie floated on the erotic high as Rytsar suddenly pull out and came on her chest, covering her with his seed.
In that moment, covered in his essence while her pussy ached with satisfaction, Brie felt wholly and wonderfully claimed.
Afterward, Rytsar gently cleaned her with a cloth before laying down on the bed. Holding Brie tight against him, he murmured softly in her ear, “Radost moya…”
Brie lay there staring at him in adoration.
She had nothing left to give, feeling completely exhausted from living out his fantasy.
Brie had assumed Rytsar would unleash his darkest and most sadistic desires on her, leaving her in tears and pain. Instead, he’d been creative in his dominance.
Yes, Brie’s pussy was sore, and she had tears in her eyes, but it was because she was incredibly satiated.
When Rytsar pulled away from her, she saw that his body was covered in her wet excitement.
He looked down at himself and grinned. Meeting her gaze again, he told her, “And now for your aftercare.”
Brie’s heart fluttered when he picked her up. Looking into his piercing blue eyes, she wondered what it would entail. That’s when she heard the water and turned to see Sir filling up the glass tub.
She purred in anticipation as Rytsar carried her to it.
The tub of frosted blue glass was nestled in metal resembling the bare branches of trees with a skyline of pine trees in the background. It was a striking piece of furniture made even more exquisite by its practical use.
Brie loved baths…
Rytsar gently set her down into the tub, letting the warm water swirl around her while it filled up. She moaned in pure pleasure.
Sir undressed, then picked up a bar of soap and lathered his hands. He passed it on to Rytsar, before climbing into the large tub behind her.
With a gentle caress, he covered her shoulders in soap before his hands traveled to her breasts. Her nipples were still sore from the application of the clovers, but his light touch and the warm water helped to comfort and soothe them.
“I enjoyed watching you surrender today, Brie.” She turned her head toward him, surprised to hear her given name.
It thrilled and honored her to know that he took pleasure in her obedience to Rytsar. “I love you, Thane.”
The Russian slipped into the tub, facing Brie.
“I savored your surrender as well, Brianna.”
Brie blushed, unsure as to why hearing them call her by her given name had such a powerful effect on her.
Rytsar reached down, the bar of soap in his hand, and slid it over her pussy. She cringed slightly because it ached from overuse. But her response seemed to turn Rytsar on, because he gave her a wicked little smile.
Forever the sadist…
Sir wound his fist in her hair, pulling her head back. Taking a pitcher from a stand beside the tub, he slowly poured the warm water over her head. There was something incredibly sensual about having her hair washed.
Her scalp tingled as he worked the shampoo into her hair, causing goosebumps of pleasure to spread over her skin. She let out a soft moan, closed her eyes, and gave in to the decadent sensation of having both men lovingly clean her body.
Brie basked in the warmth and sound of the dripping water as they meticulously washed her. Once satisfied, Rytsar helped her up while Sir wrapped her in a fluffy towel.
After she was dried, Sir toweled himself off, then wrapped it around his waist. Brie couldn’t help noticing Sir’s hard-on and realized he had yet to find release the entire day.
Licking her lips, she asked, “May I?”
He smirked and shook his head. “I’m indulging in a little orgasm denial.”
Brie would never choose to challenge herself that way, so she bowed her head to him in respect. “I will honor your desire to suffer, Sir.”
His low laughter echoed through the tiny house, filling her heart with joy.
Rytsar slapped Sir on the back. “Let’s go to the beach and see what the ocean has to offer.”
After both men were dressed and ready, Rytsar threw Brie over his shoulder and carried her down the sandy path, leaving her to wonder what he had planned.
When the palm trees and flora broke away to reveal the open beach, Brie let out a squeal of delight. By the water’s edge was an elaborate setup, including a table laden with food.
“How did you do this?” she asked in amazement as he carried her up to it.
“Maxim,” he answered.
“This seems a bit extravagant—even for you,” she stated in wonder as he set her down on the sand.
Besides the food, she saw a large carpet, surrounded by tiki torches, laid out on the sand and covered in comfortable pillows.
The smells coming from the various dishes on the table made Brie’s mouth water. Much like how thirsty she had been when Rytsar gave her the glass of water, Brie hadn’t realized how hungry she was until she encountered the delicious aromas.
Rytsar pulled out a seat for her and commanded, “Sit.”
Brie smiled at him as she sat down. “Everything looks amazing.”
She gazed at all the food, then noticed that both men had a plate and full setting while she only had a single napkin where her plate should have been.
She looked up at Rytsar, her bottom lip quivering.
He laughed out loud as he gestured for Sir to sit before taking a seat himself. “Are you wondering why you have no plate?”
She nodded, looking at him sadly.
Rytsar winked at her and then glanced across the table at Sir. “Fill up, moy droog. Today is a celebration!”
Taking one of the platters, Rytsar was generous with his portions as he loaded up his plate. He glanced several times at her with a bemused smirk as he made a mountain of food for himself.
When he was satisfied, he picked up his fork and filled it with a beef mixture that smelled rich and savory.
Brie swallowed hard, her stomach growling in protest.
Rytsar turned to her with a tender look. “Do you really think I would let you starve, radost moya?”
“Maybe…”
He chuckled as he lifted the fork to her lips and commanded her to eat in Russian. “Yest’.”
She broke out in a smile before opening her lips and taking the bite. Her mouth filled with a myriad of rich spices as she chewed the tender meat. The piece was so deliciously succulent, that it brought a tear to her eye.
“Good?”
“Heavenly, Rytsar.”
“Why don’t you try this, Brie?”
She turned and opened her mouth to the spoonful of curry that Sir was offering her. Sipping the warm broth, she moaned in decadent pleasure as she began chewing the sweet curry chicken.
“Try this,” Rytsar insisted.
Brie looked at him in surprise when he presented her with something that looked like clusters of miniature green grapes. She hesitated for a moment, hoping he was not playing a trick on her. As she bit down on the cluster, the tiny balls burst in her mouth with a texture similar to caviar. Their slightly peppery flavor was offset by the refreshing taste of cucumber.
“What is it?” she asked in amazement.
“Nama.”
Brie repeated the name before taking another bite, wanting to experience the delightful crunch of the tiny “grapes” again.
During the entire meal, Brie was treated to everything on their plates as both men took turns feeding her while the three watched the sun slowly sink in the sky.
When the men were finished, Rytsar suggested they lay on the beach to watch the sunset.
“That was the most romantic meal I’ve ever had on New Year’s Eve. I don’t think anything will ever top this,” she said, sighing in contentment as she settled down between the two men on the soft carpet, propping herself up with one of the pillows. She smiled to herself, grateful to have both men beside her as she watched the tropical sunset, marking the official end of the year.
Out of t
he corner of her eye, she noticed the dark outline of a ship on the ocean. Pointing at it, she asked, “Is that Maxim out there?”
Rytsar shook his head. “Nyet.”
Brie glanced nervously at Sir. Her heart began to race when she heard an explosion. “Sir…”
Rytsar grinned as he pointed toward the sky. “Watch.”
Her breath caught when the night sky suddenly lit up in a spray of colorful fireworks. Turning to him, she cried happily, “You even thought to do fireworks?”
Rytsar gave her a hard kiss then, stealing her breath away, before wrapping his arm around her as she continued to watch.
Brie lay there in stunned silence as a spectacular firework show played out on the ocean—in the middle of nowhere.
The finale was spectacular. The whole sky lit up in fiery bursts of colorful explosions.
Afterward, silence followed, in stark contrast to the show.
“Wow…” Brie said in amazement.
By the light of the torches, Brie could see that Rytsar was wearing a serious expression. “I have a secret, Brianna.”
“What?”
“Today’s celebration is not about the new year.”
She tilted her head, looking at him questioningly.
“As a boy, my mother would always awaken me on my birthday and present me with her cake, saying, ‘Anton, wake up! The world is ready to celebrate with you.’” His voice was colored with pain when he shared, “I have not had the heart to celebrate my birthday since her death.”
The confession pulled at Brie’s heartstrings. Reaching out to him, she said, “How profoundly beautiful that your birthday rings in every new year.”
He chuckled sadly. “My mother felt the same.”
Getting up, he went to the table and poured three shots of vodka. Coming back, he handed them each a glass. “I have come to the realization that I dishonor my mother by not celebrating this day. It is the reason I invited you both to celebrate with me for the first time since I lost my Mamulya.”
Sir held up his shot glass. “Here’s to your birthday, brother. Your passion for life, your loyalty to others and your keen wit are all a reflection of your mother. As long as you live, she still continues to influence the world.”
