Page 108 of Bound by Love
Rytsar shook his head as he made his way to the sink. After rinsing out his mouth and spitting several times, he asked Brie, “How can you drink this awful stuff,radost moya?”
“It’s yummy,” she told him, taking another sip of hers.
“Coconut water is a travesty of nature and should be banned,” he growled, spitting into the sink again.
Sir downed his drink and said with a smirk, “I do prefer a fine vodka to coconut water, myself.”
“Is that what you are drinking?” Rytsar demanded.
“Of course.”
“Then give me the bottle, youmudak.”
Sir opened the freezer and took out a bottle of Zyr.
Rytsar snatched it from him, glugging it down as if it were milk. He wiped his mouth after several swigs and sighed in satisfaction.
He then looked at Brie lustfully. “Are you ready to get frisky,radost moya?”
Her answer was to kneel down on the floor in an open position.
As if the humorous exchange had never happened, both men instantly fell into their Dominant roles.
Brie’s body responded to their dual dominance, her pussy contracting in pleasure when Sir placed his hand on her head. “Stand and serve your Master.”
She stood up and squeaked when he lifted her off her feet. Rytsar helped hold the swing still as Sir placed her into it, positioning her feet in the hanging stirrups. The feeling of helplessness turned her on as she swung slowly in midair, her pussy splayed out for them.
Rytsar removed his towel, standing before her with his rigid cock ready to begin. “Are you prepared to please me,radost moya?”
“It would be my pleasure,” she answered, envisioning him pounding her deeply.
Her heart started beating faster when Sir adjusted the sex swing, pulling her into an upright position, her legs spread out, while she hovered a few inches above the floor. He moved her hair forward to bare her back.
Rytsar’s low laughter filled the room as he took his cat o’ nines from out of his bag. “Yes, you have a date with my nines.”
Brie’s eyes grew wider as he swung his instrument, cutting the air with its cruel, knotted tails.
“As you can see, the surgery was a success. I feel no pain,” he told her with a wicked grin. “But you will…”
Sir read her growing fear and grabbed her chin, kissing her deeply. “Enjoy this session with him. Accept the love with which it is delivered.” His sensual kiss and the truth behind his words helped her embrace this challenge with the right frame of mind. Not being a masochist, it was easy for Brie to fear the pain instead of welcoming the experience Rytsar was presenting to her.
She nodded, taking his advice. Closing her eyes, Brie heard the nines cut savagely through the air, but concentrated on the sound of Rytsar’s heavy breathing.
Sir whispered huskily, “Watching you submit excites me, babygirl.”
Her pussy ached, the power exchange between the three of them as exciting for her as it was for them. She fed off the sexual energy in the room as she waited for the first stroke of the nines.
“Feel my passion for you,” Rytsar growled as he took the first swing. Her back exploded with the fiery sensation those wicked knots could create, and she cried out in pain, surprised once again by how excruciating his whip was.
“Color,radost moya?” Rytsar asked lustfully.
It took her a moment to speak. Her body was already tingling as the endorphins rushed through her bloodstream. Swallowing down her fear, she answered him.
“Green.”
The next stroke blurred out all thought, and she screamed. He had to time his strokes with the movement of the swing as he gave her another. He spoke to her in Russian, the passion in his voice, along with the seductive sound of his native language, reminding her of their first meeting.
My warrior.
