it was evident from the wetness of her pussy when Sir slipped his hand between her legs.
He grunted his approval. “Why don’t we try a real challenge? I’ll bring her off while you come in her throat.”
“ Da ,” Rytsar said gruffly, his cock twitching as he pulled out, obviously liking the idea a little too much.
‘Téa, you cannot move,” Sir reminded her.
She lifted her head and nodded, desperate to meet his unusual challenge.
Placing the container of alcohol beside her, Sir cleaned off his hands before moving between her legs. He gently slipped his fingers inside her moist pussy, then nodded to Rytsar.
Brie laid her head back and opened her lips for him. Just as the head of Rytsar’s cock grazed the back of her throat, Sir’s fingers began their magic. She struggled not to move as he quickly brought her to the edge.
Her whole body stiffened in response as she willed herself to remain still. Having come so many times already, she knew it was going to be quick and dirty. Brie moaned when she began to climax, feeling Rytsar’s warm seed release in her throat, his cock pulsating with each burst.
That was when Sir encircled her bellybutton with a trail of alcohol and lit her on fire. With Herculean effort she kept her hips from lifting as she came for them—fire, cock and pleasure her only reality.
Sir swiped away the flames with his free hand as Rytsar slowly pulled his spent shaft from her. She whimpered in pleasure, her pussy pulsing one last, glorious time around Sir’s fingers.
“I love feeling you come, babygirl,” Sir whispered hoarsely to her.
Brie pushed back her damp bangs, wiping the sweat from her face. “You are too much for me, Master—I love it.”
Sir smiled to himself as he gently cleaned her skin, removing the residue left by their play. Meanwhile, Rytsar grabbed three glasses and filled them up with vodka. When Sir helped Brie off the counter once he was finished, Rytsar immediately handed them each one.
“To my comrade and his lovely submissive.”
Brie lifted her glass and easily downed the smooth Russian vodka. She enjoyed the heat of the liquor as it went down and mused that she was finally becoming a Russian at heart.
Sir led Brie to the couch and had her sit at his feet while he played with her hair. While they sat, he asked Rytsar to explain what had happened at the club. Afterwards he asked, “How is Titov handling it?”
Rytsar sucked in his breath, shaking his head. “It isn’t easy, but this experience has been therapeutic—for both of us. If you cannot save the one you love, saving someone else is the next best thing.”
Sir patted him on the shoulder. “Well said.”
“Thankfully, the girl has a strong will and was not in the hands of the maggot for long. There is hope it will not end like it did for Tatyana.” Brie wondered what the story was behind Tatyana and Titov, and how Rytsar was involved. She hoped Sir would shed some light on it later, when they were alone together.
“I don’t expect any trouble. No one will report that the maggot has gone missing, and the girl doesn’t even realize he’s dead.”
“No chance Brie will be associated with this?”
“No. I kept her away from the girl, and my comrades at the club will never speak of it. It’s as if it never happened.” Rytsar leaned over and looked at Brie. “However, I don’t like to take any chances with her.”
Sir pulled Brie’s hair back to gaze into her eyes. “Are you doing okay after what happened?”
Brie licked her lips, still unsettled by the events from the night before. “I’m in shock, but grateful Rytsar did what he did, Sir.”
“Unfortunately, it means we’ll be heading out tomorrow night. I was hoping to spend more time here at the cabin.”
Rytsar stood up and put his hands on his hips, showing off his impressive chest muscles to Brie. “Since that is the case, I would like to sample more of your Brie, moy droog.”
Sir nodded and looked down at her.
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