Page 104 of Bound by Love
“Agreed,” Rytsar stated huskily.
Brie heard the stewardess walk up and ask the men what they wanted to drink.
It reminded her of the time she’d acted as a platter at an important party during her training, and that feeling grew as she listened to Sir and Rytsar talking about business.
It actually turned her on, this feeling of objectification—knowing they were aware of her, but choosing not to interact.
Soon, however, Rytsar returned to her, placing a gag in her mouth and securing it behind her head. When he sat back down, he told Sir casually, “I like to see her bound and gagged.”
“I agree. It is an arousing sight.”
Brie basked in their pseudo attention, knowing she was the center of it even though they were treating her as if she were a mere decorative piece.
They upped the ante when Sir came to her and placed silencing headphones over her ears. Now, she was devoid of her main senses and completely dependent on their contact.
They did not disappoint her need. Throughout the trip, each man came to her, playing with her chain, fingering her pussy, or biting her on the neck. It made her dripping wet and desirous for more of their attention.
Near the end of the flight, Brie found herself handled roughly as Rytsar took off the headphones and threw them aside. He then quickly unbound her wrists and ankles, growling, “I have watched your breasts swell this entire time. Now I must partake.” Lifting her up, he carried her to the back of the jet and dropped her onto his bed.
Sir and Rytsar tied her wrists to the bed, then lay on either side of her. Sir removed her blindfold while Rytsar relieved her of the gag.
Brie was struck by how ravenous both men looked. It was obvious they had taken pleasure in torturing themselves by teasing her during the flight.
Sir removed the delicate clamps and began rolling her nipples between his fingers. Not having nursed in so long, her body primed itself to feed.
Brie held her breath as both men descended on her breasts at the same time and began sucking her nipples. She cried out as the ache of her milk rushing in was coupled by the sensuous feel of their lips.
It was unlike anything she had experienced before.
Sir’s hand sought her pussy, creating a glorious heat as he began rubbing against her clit. It seemed so wrong but felt so right as her pussy began pulsating with need.
Brie closed her eyes and prayed there would be no punishment when her body rocked with an intense orgasm that wouldn’t stop as they continued to suckle her breasts.
When the last pulse finally ended and her milk was spent, she opened her eyes. Rytsar pulled back, wiping a drop of her milk from his lips.
“Delicious,” he growled lustfully.
Brie blushed, embarrassed that she had enjoyed them sucking her full breasts so much.
She turned to Sir, who looked at her hungrily. “I want you…”
Brie spread her legs wider in invitation, longing for him to fill her up with his cock. Sir quickly undressed and climbed on top of her, his shaft easily finding its way into her wet pussy. Her body craved his animal-like lust as he began thrusting like a beast.
There was no holding back a second orgasm when she felt the burst of heat, his seed coating her inner walls. Brie came with Sir as he pushed in deep with each thrust of his release, making her moan in pure pleasure.
Afterward, as she lay there sweaty and spent, Sir asked, “Coming twice without permission?”
She turned her head to look at him. “I’m sorry, but it felt so good…”
Wiping the sweat from his brow, he told her, “I agree, but now I must think on an appropriate punishment.” He chuckled, adding, “I’ll let you ponder on that.”
“Mercy,” she begged, although she had to admit she was already anticipating his punishment.
Rytsar took over then.
He undid her bindings before he thoroughly cleaned her, making her fresh before he undressed himself. The burly Russian still carried the scars from his torture, as well as his surgery, but they were fading. His muscular physique had returned, but he was thinner than before, as if his body was permanently altered by the experience.
Rytsar stood before Brie, his cock hard and his eyes sparkling with mischievous mirth. What was he planning?
