Page 109 of Bound by Love
She took the pain Rytsar delivered, harnessing each stroke to carry her further into subspace. She went beyond her endurance, embracing his pleasure over hers—connecting with his sadistic need and giving fully in to it.
When the lashes stopped, she was trembling and whimpering softly. Sir slowly repositioned the swing so she hung in a horizontal position again.
Both men descended on her then, hungry to connect physically with her. Rytsar took position near her mouth while Sir stilled the swing and pressed his cock against her pussy. She was flying high on the euphoria of having transformed his pain into pleasure, and was desperate for the connection they sought.
Brie reached a new level…the transcendence of their dominance—her back burning with Rytsar’s love as she took his cock deep in her throat and Sir pounded her to a glorious release.
Pure submissive bliss.
It was with great sadness that Brie said goodbye to their Isle the next day.
“Please promise me that when we return, it’ll be for longer,” she begged Sir, not wanting to leave this submissive paradise yet.
Rytsar seemed reluctant to leave, as well, and smiled at her. “It’s a shame it must come to an end,radost moya.”
“Agreed. Next time we go for a week, brother,” Sir said.
“Da.” Rytsar grabbed him in a hug, slapping Sir hard on the back.
Brie felt as if the two men had somehow been changed by their encounter on the Isle. They seemed closer and more in tune with each other.
After an exhilarating swim back to the plane, Rytsar removed the waterproof bag from his back and insisted on helping Brie dry off. She dressed back into her clothes that were waiting and sat down between the two men.
Brie was a contented sub with her head resting on Rytsar’s shoulder and her hand on Sir’s thigh as they flew back to the main island. She felt completely loved and incredibly spoiled.
Although Brie was anxious to get back to Hope, she was excited that they had a long plane ride ahead because it gave the three of them a little more time together. She wasn’t quite ready for it to end.
Once the plane had landed and they were safely on the tarmac, Rytsar surprised Brie by handing his bag with his tools over to Sir. “Hold on to this for me, brother.”
“Will do.”
Brie looked at Rytsar in surprise, then laughed out loud knowing he would never give his nines to another—not even Sir. “Okay, what are you up to now?”
He looked at her tenderly. “It’s time.”
“Time for what?”
He kissed her on the forehead and turned to Sir. “Keep her safe.”
“Wait…you’re not heading back with us?” Brie asked, suddenly alarmed.
“No,radost moya. I must go.”
Brie looked at Sir, noting the serious expression on his face. She felt a cold, prickling sensation course through her body. “What is this?”
“He’s going after the slaver, Brie. We got the information we needed before leaving for Italy.”
She looked at Rytsar again, shaking her head. “You can’t!”
“I must.”
The thought of losing him was too much for her heart to bear and she begged, “Don’t go, please…”
“Titov is temporarily coming out of retirement to assist me. It is what must be done to end this.”
“But I don’t want you to go…” Brie cried.
Rytsar cradled her face in his strong hands. “But I must.” His gaze was resolute, unmoving.
