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.
Brie could see a fire on the beach in the far distance. As they approached, she realized it had been started for them. She could see a blanket next to the fire pit. Rytsar jumped from his horse and pulled her off roughly. She squealed, completely defenseless due to her bonds.
He chuckled as he righted her and rubbed her arms to warm her after the cold night’s ride. He guided her closer to the fire and had her stand there while he tied the horse to a large piece of driftwood.
When he came towards her, his eyes reflected the fiery orange of the flames. It gave him a sinister look that she rather enjoyed. He pointed to the blanket and grunted a command. She wasn’t sure what he wanted, so she knelt down on it. He shook his head and grabbed her waist, lifting her onto her hands and knees. It was difficult keeping her balance with her hands tied, but he didn’t seem to care. She heard him unbuckling his belt. He was going to take her out in the open next to the fire.
His fingers disappeared under her little skirt and peeled off her panties, then he reached around and pulled down her corset just enough to expose her breasts to the frigid air. He rested his hard cock in between her butt cheeks, letting her know he was ready for her.
She arched her back gracefully and looked back at her Dom. His growl was low and lustful as he grabbed a fistful of her long brown curls and thrust his large cock into her pussy with one solid stroke.
Brie gasped at the sudden infiltration. He pulled her head back farther with one hand and guided his thrusts with the other. She cried out into the night as her warrior claimed his prize one more time. He fucked her hard and fast, with no thought to her pleasure. This was all about his need and his desires. She gave in to it, wanting to please him.
Apparently, the night air had given him special powers, because Rytsar was an animal. Skin slapped against skin as he repeatedly forced his cock deep inside her. Brie did not suppress her vocalizations. She was loud and very expressive. “Yes, my warrior. Fuck your captive. Oh, God, I need this!” Brie grunted and moaned as he ravaged her pussy relentlessly.
The ocean added to the experience with its siren call. Feeling a part of nature, she looked up at the moon and gave a throaty howl when he finally came in her velvety depths. Rytsar collapsed next to her, murmuring, “Radost moya.”
Brie rolled over and smiled at him. With her wrists still tied, she ran her fingers over his full lips, looking into his deep blue eyes. “You are the perfect warrior,” she told him, knowing he couldn’t understand but hoping she was expressing it with her eyes.
He cupped her cheek in his large hand and kissed her. The two looked up at the few stars that could compete with the full moon. The horse nickered, patiently waiting for its master. Time seemed to have stopped for Brie—this was perfection. She felt a tear run down her cheek.
Rytsar wiped it away, and she smiled as she kissed each finger and then each of his cheeks before planting a sweet kiss on his lips. How else could she tell him that she was crying with sheer joy? He pressed her into his chest and they lay there in silence.
Eventually, he untied her hands and they both got up to dress. He helped her back onto the horse and they headed towards the glass house. Brie shed a few more tears as they approached his home. She didn’t want their night together to end.