by Vi Keeland
He returned wearing another suit. This time it was midnight black with an identical blood-red tie. He didn’t look like an Indian warrior, but he certainly looked like a man of great power.
Rytsar picked her up and carried her to the support beam. He untied her wrists and bound them behind the pole before securing her feet. Next, he placed a gag over her mouth. She protested playfully with whimpers, which made him snort in amusement. He blindfolded her next and to make her sensory deprivation complete, he covered her ears with small headphones that blocked out all sound. Then he left.
She could feel the emptiness of the large room envelop her. At first, the total lack of stimuli was frightening but gradually she grew used to the all-encompassing silence. She stood there bound and alone, waiting for her warrior’s return.
When she felt his presence again, she tensed. He took off the earphones and whispered in her ear. Although she could not understand his words, she believed he was listing all the things he planned to do to her. The commanding tone in his voice made her moist between her legs, and Brie moaned softly.
She was puzzled when he left her again. Outside the room, she could hear the men shouting and joking with one another. It was then that she realized this was his version of the village celebrating the raid in her fantasy. She appreciated his cleverness. To hear the men’s revelry and to have the entire group know what was going to happen to her made it that much more exciting.
Her Dom came back and removed the gag next. He kissed her passionately, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, letting her know exactly how he was going to take her when the time came. He allowed her tongue to taste him and explore the ridges of his mouth before he pulled away and left her again.
His frequent visits, each accompanied by the removal of a restrictive item, made her hungry for his return. When Rytsar came the next time, he removed her blindfold. She looked into the blue eyes of her captor and quivered in delight. His stare was bursting with desire for her.
He pulled at the laces of her corset and let it fall to the ground. He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth. She gasped when he sucked forcefully. His other hand played with her other nipple, pulling and tugging on it with equal vigor.
She threw her head back and groaned. Would he take her now? No—he left again. This time he did not return as quickly. She looked out of the large glass windows at the beach and watched the waves slowly rush in. It had a calming effect, giving her the patience to wait him out.
A lone jogger was heading down the beach. He seemed to look in her direction, but continued on. Soon, however, he was back and gawking into the bedroom at her half-naked body tied to the pole. Rytsar’s entourage headed out and shooed him away.
Brie stood there for what seemed like hours, desperate for her warrior to come back for her. The waiting, she realized, was a seductive tactic. Being completely under his power, not having a say as to when or how he was going to take her, added a provocative element to the encounter. She needed him to return for her—she needed him bad.
Taking of an Innocent
Rytsar finally returned just as the sun was setting. She had to calm her breathing; her need for him was great. That changed when he shut the doors and approached her like a predatory animal. Instantly, her defenses were up and she whimpered in alarm.
He threw off his jacket, then removed his tie and shirt in fluid movements as he stalked around her, spewing nasty-sounding Russian words. His eyes glowed with unrestrained lust. She struggled in her bonds as he descended upon her. Brie was amazed that this Dom knew exactly how to play her emotions to elicit the desired response.
He grasped the back of her neck possessively, but this time he lingered centimeters from her lips before claiming them. She groaned in pleasure as his tongue violently ravaged her mouth. He was rough with her, but in a way that only made her hotter. She couldn’t wait to be released from her bonds.
Rytsar slowly undid the ties, dragging out the action. When she felt the last of them fall, she tried to make a break for it. He grabbed her waist and wrestled her to the ground, crushing her small frame with his considerable weight.
Rytsar pulled her arms above her head and held her thin wrists with one hand while the other tugged at her thong. She struggled, but was defenseless to stop him. He threw it to the side and forced his fingers between her legs.
“No!” she cried, bucking her hips in an attempt to avoid the penetration, like a proper virgin captive. His chuckle was low when he felt her moist outer lips. He explored her smooth pussy, obviously enjoying the soft texture of her bare skin.
Unfortunately, there was no hiding how much she desired him, despite her feigned protests. His fingers inched inside, invading her moist, velvety depths. She stopped struggling, desperate for his attention after hours of waiting. Rytsar’s talented manipulations had her body humming for release, but he denied her that by pulling his fingers out just as she was about to come.
Though he didn’t lose his grip on her wrists, she heard him unzip his pants. Apparently, he was going to take her on the floor and not the luxurious bed a few feet away. It fit her fantasy. She moaned in delight when she felt his erection against her thigh. In her story, however, she was an innocent, so she wanted to give him a convincing battle.
Brie twisted out from under him, but couldn’t move far due to the painful grip he had on her wrists. He easily positioned himself between her legs again, and this time there was no escape. She felt the round head of his cock penetrate her opening. He took his time, as if he were pushing into the tight opening of a virgin. She whimpered and cried, loving every second of his claiming. Once he had sunk his shaft fully inside her wet walls, he looked into her eyes and murmured what she assumed were Russian sweet nothings.
She stared up at him and took in his pure maleness. He was solid and imposing, with his sexy bald head, blue eyes and the naughty curve to his lips. He let go of her wrists, then lifted her hips up with both hands.
Brie threw her head back and moaned in unreserved pleasure. She was finally being fucked by her warrior. She arched her back and gave her body over to him.
His thrusts were strong and demanding. She had to remind herself to relax in order to take his entirety. She groaned as his speed and depth increased. He grabbed handfuls of her hair, grunting in his own pleasure while his tight pelvic muscles delivered repeated thrusts.
She could feel the burn on her back as they slowly inched across the carpet. It added to the brutish feel of their coupling. She wrapped her legs around his waist and cried out so the whole house could hear. “Rytsar, you’re too big!” she screamed loudly, adding, “But I like it, oh, yes…! You make it hurt so good.” Even though she knew he couldn’t understand, she suspected some of his friends spoke English and it pleased her to promote his manliness to the crowd.
He grasped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply while he consumed her with his body. The ridge of his shaft rubbed that area deep inside that made her legs quiver uncontrollably. She purred into his mouth as he brought her to the edge, but then he stopped. Rytsar pulled out, chuckling wickedly under his breath.
He turned Brie onto her stomach and grunted out a command she assumed meant ‘stay’. She lay on the carpet, breathless and needy. He came back to her less than a minute later and lay on top of her body with his rigid member between her butt cheeks. He lifted her pelvis up with one hand and pressed his lubricated cock against her asshole.
Brie hadn’t been expecting him to take her anally, and she freaked. She clawed the floor, attempting to crawl away from him. He grabbed her and pulled her back. She screamed out in real fear then, tears running down her face.
Rytsar held her tightly in both arms and whispered soothingly, “Shhh…Shhh…” as his cock resumed its position and began pressing against her anus.
She froze and a small whimper escaped her lips. He wiped the tears from her cheeks, murmuring softly. A calmness took over when she realized he was going to be gentle. He continued
to press his cock against her tight hole, demanding access. He was trying to claim a part of her she hadn’t planned to give—just like the innocent in her fantasy.
Brie could call out the safe word and end this encounter, or she could give in and let her warrior have his way. A tingling sensation crept through her entire body as she made the conscious decision to surrender. She relaxed in his arms and stopped crying.
He lifted her ass higher to get a better angle and grunted as the head of his cock slipped into her resistant depths. He stayed still, letting her body get used to his manly girth.
Being taken this way gave her a greater sense of being possessed by the man. She panted softly, trying not to resist his masculine assault. When he started shallow strokes, she forced herself to breathe, helping her muscles to relax around his cock. He took his time, tender and kind, just as she’d always imagined her warrior would be—taking what he wanted, but doing it in a way that made her desire him more.
“Yes, my warrior. Take all of me,” she moaned. He growled lustfully in her ear. Even though they did not speak the same language, they seemed to understand each other perfectly.
His thrusts became more pronounced as her body molded to him. He had already stimulated her inner spot when fucking her vaginally, and now he was caressing the same area at a different angle. She hadn’t thought it was possible, but the first telltale signs of an orgasm were creeping up on her.
Her breath became more ragged the closer she got. Rytsar did not change his tempo. He continued the slow, steady pace, letting her climax build and increase. She turned her head towards him and he kissed her while he flexed his pelvic muscles with precision.
Rytsar was an accomplished lover who clearly knew a woman’s body well. The muscles of her vagina contracted rhythmically when the orgasm hit. Her whole body tensed and she made little mewing noises as it overtook her. He pushed his cock in deeper, and then she felt it grow inside her before it started pulsating. He groaned as he came, kissing the nape of her neck.
The ending of their climaxes was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Rytsar barked something in Russian. The young man answered him earnestly, then he spoke in English. “Miss Bennett, the police are here. They wish to speak to you immediately.”
Brie froze. What would the cops want with her? She hadn’t done anything wrong!
Rytsar slowly disengaged, mumbling what sounded like Russian curse words. He barked towards the door as he held his hand out to Brie and helped her up.
The two went to the bathroom and thoroughly cleaned themselves. He seemed in no hurry to meet with the police. It made her wonder if he had something to hide, or whether this was a part of his scenario.
He wrapped her in a fluffy white bathrobe and then got re-dressed himself. He put his arm around her as he led her out of the bedroom. Two police officers stood at the front door. They looked visibly relieved when they saw Brie.
As she walked up to them, she noticed a third man. She had the distinct feeling she knew him when she looked into those crystal blue eyes. It threw her off and she subconsciously grabbed the collar around her neck.
The tallest of the officers spoke first. “Ma’am, we are sorry to disturb you, but this gentleman called to report a possible kidnapping and we needed to make sure you are all right.”
She turned a deep shade of red. “I’m fine, officers.”
Blue Eyes spoke. “When I saw you tied up I thought you might be in trouble.”
So he was the jogger on the beach! Brie stared at him more closely, certain his face was familiar to her. “I assure you that I am quite fine, although I appreciate the concern.”
The other officer cleared his throat as he tipped his hat to her. “We apologize for the inconvenience. Obviously, we had to investigate, given the unique circumstances.”
Rytsar barked something to his interpreter, who replied evenly, “If that is all, Rytsar Durov would like to return to his guests.”
Blue Eyes looked around and seemed to note there were only men in attendance. He sputtered, “Are you sure everything is okay, Miss? We can take you from this place if you feel unsafe in any way.”
She suddenly recognized who he was. He was the man who’d saved her from falling on the cement just outside the school. She played with her collar when she answered, “I am enjoying myself. There is no reason for you to be concerned, but thank you.”
His gaze rested on the collar. After several seconds, it seemed to dawn on him what was going on and he looked at her apologetically.
The tallest officer nodded. “Have a good evening.” To Rytsar, he added, “You should invest in curtains for that bedroom to avoid further misunderstandings.”
Rytsar answered through the interpreter. “People should mind their own business instead of peeking into a man’s bedroom.” He slammed the door behind them.
My Joy
After the officers had left, laughter erupted through the house. Several men slapped Rytsar on the back. He did not take kindly to the attention and snarled at them. When the menacing Russian came up to Brie, Rytsar deftly maneuvered her out of his reach.
He spoke harshly to the uncouth man, who took one last hungry look at her before leaving the house. She sighed with relief, but then Rytsar picked her up and sat her on the large dining room table. He opened her robe and kissed her left nipple while fondling her other breast with his large hand. The other men gathered around.
Brie’s heart started beating a mile a minute. Luckily, her experience on the stage during training had prepared her for an audience. He gently pushed her down onto the table and scootched her butt to the edge. His lips slowly traveled from her breasts, down her stomach to her bare snatch. He licked her moist folds with guttural satisfaction. She forgot the other men and closed her eyes, giving in to his expert tongue-lashing. She felt his fingers slip into her opening and caress her. Since she had last orgasmed so recently, it did not take much to start her legs quivering. She arched her back and moaned as he stroked her to a quick climax. All around her, Brie heard the appreciative grunts of the men as she thrust her pelvis into the air.
Rytsar kissed her clit reverently afterwards and then helped her off the table. He slid the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She stood before him, naked except for Sir’s collar. He barked something and the interpreter stated simply, “Please me.”
She looked into the eyes of her warrior and smiled as she gracefully knelt down on the cold marble floor. She unbuckled his expensive leather belt and then unzipped his designer pants. They fell to the floor with a satisfying clang. He was not wearing underwear and his manhood was already impressively rigid.
Brie looked up at her Dom as she took his shaft with her lips. He grunted quietly when they made contact, but his expression remained stoic. She felt incredibly powerful on her knees, caressing her Dom’s manhood with her mouth.
She heard the men around her shifting and making noises under their breaths. They wanted her—they all wanted her—but she was submissive only to one. She knew without question that Rytsar would not share her. His only intention was to show her off.
She took him deeper into her mouth while she stroked him with her hand. Brie twirled her tongue over his shaft and sucked and licked, her slurping sounds filling the silent room.
Through clenched teeth, he commanded something more of her. She heard the interpreter say quietly, “Touch yourself.”
Brie moved her fingers down to her pussy and opened her wet lips. She heard some of the men groan as she slipped two fingers inside. She sucked on Rytsar’s shaft even harder, getting excited by her own stimulation. A deep groan resonated in his chest and she felt him grow between her lips.
She pulled her fingers back out and started flicking her clit furiously, moaning around his dick. He grabbed her head, forcing her to take his essence as he came. Brie surrendered to him, bringing both hands to his shaft as she swallowed his bitter warmth eagerly. To share this part of him was extremely
satisfying.
She looked up at her Dom as she pulled away. Rytsar stroked her hair, growling softly, “Radost moya.”
The translator cleared his throat, obviously affected by the scene, and murmured, “My joy.”
Brie smiled up at Rytsar. “My warrior.”
The young interpreter translated her praise. Her Dom nodded and zipped up his pants before lifting Brie off the ground and crushing her to his chest. He barked a command to his entourage and then carried her back to the bedroom.
Rytsar laid her gently on the large bed. She gazed at her Russian Dom and purred. He was so masculine and clever, and had given her almost every aspect of her fantasy. He joined her on the bed and gathered her into his arms, pressing her head against his beefy chest while mumbling sexy Russian words. They rumbled from deep in his chest, reminding Brie of a kitten—okay, maybe a lion—purring. He’d been so wicked to show her off in front of his friends and then to leave them to salivate in the other room.
His interpreter knocked a short time later, saying something through the door. Rytsar grunted and got off the bed. He handed Brie her clothes, which had been cleaned and dried sometime during their interlude. He watched while she dressed, so she decided to put on a show for him. She made it as sexy as a striptease, only sensually covering up her body instead of exposing it. He grunted in appreciation.
Brie noticed a glint in his eye when he produced the leather binding and tied her wrists together. She wondered what else he had in mind as he escorted her out of the house, through the crowd of hungry men.
She gasped in surprise when she saw the glistening coat of a white stallion in the moonlight. Rytsar boosted her onto the impressive beast and deftly climbed up behind her. He dug into the animal’s sides with his heels and it took off towards the beach. Brie leaned into Rytsar for balance, grinning from ear to ear. He slowed the horse to a walk near the water, letting the waves brush up against its hooves. The night was spectacular, with the moonlight reflecting off the water and the rushing sound of waves filling the cool air.
