Page 40 of Brie's Submission
Tono immediately followed with a bid for eight hundred. Brie’s heart beat rapidly as she waited. Sheonlywanted Tono as her Dom today. She crossed her fingers behind her back.
After a string of more foreign words, the young man blurted, “One thousand.”
Brie heard Tono’s low groan and her heart sank.
“The bid stands at one thousand dollars. Do I hear any other offers? Going once… Going twice… Sold to Rytsar Durov.”
A chill coursed through her body. Tono wasn’t going to be her Dom? For a split second she was tempted to rip off the blindfold and run. However, her submissive spirit kicked in.Take this opportunity to learn.
She waited as his heavy footsteps ascended the stairs. A large hand grasped her arm and led her from the stage. His unfamiliar musk was clean, but rustic. He moved his hand from her shoulder onto the back of her neck. It sent a shiver down her spine that she was sure he could feel.
She heard Mary’s named called next. “Miss Wilson is twenty-five and works as a pharmacist outside the confines of these walls.” Brie had never suspected Nemesis was older than she was because the girl acted like such a brat. “Her trainers describe her as tenacious. Her fantasy consists of the spy interrogation andinfiltration.” There were a few chuckles throughout the room. “There are no additional changes to her sexual fantasy. I will start the bidding at one hundred.”
The auctioneer rattled on until the bid was at four hundred. Brie felt sick when she heard Tono top the bid at five hundred.
Silence followed before she heard, “Going once… Going twice… Sold to Tono Nosaka for five hundred.”
Why would Tono want my nemesis?
“This concludes today’s auction. A simple reminder for the winners—once you have purchased a sub you are not allowed to bid on her again for the remainder of the training.”
Her new Dom spoke to her in a deep baritone that reverberated through her body. The guttural way he spoke sounded Russian to her. The young man by his side interpreted, “Rytsar Durov says you are under his rules now.”
The Dom untied the blindfold and handed it over to an assistant. Brie bowed her head to let him know she was grateful. She suddenly liked this Dom who’d thwarted Ms. Clark in front of her face.
Rytsar lifted her head to get a better look at her, which gave her the opportunity to see who had purchased her. The man was tall and broad with a bald head, a strong jaw and riveting blue eyes. He was dressed in an expensive tailored suit and a power tie of blood red. She noticed an entourage of three attractive men behind him.
When he’d finished examining Brie, he smiled and looked over at the panel of trainers, mumbling something to his interpreter. The young man announced, “Rytsar believes that your definition of difficult is not the same as his.”
They were the first to leave the Training Center. Rytsar guided Brie into an oversized black utility vehicle with his burly, unyielding arms. Once inside, he wrapped the seatbelt around her waist and slipped the buckle into place, double-checking to make sure it was secure. The rest of the men joined them in the spacious SUV.
Rytsar completely ignored her after that, speaking in Russian to the other men. Brie finally accepted that he wouldn’t be asking anything of her during the trip, so she stared out of the window, wondering what he had in store for the next seven hours.
She couldn’t help imagining Tono mounting Mary. It aggravated her to no end that he had bid for that horrible woman. Her thoughts were soon interrupted when they pulled up to a large glass house beside the ocean. The home was magnificent, with its modern architecture and pristine landscape.
Her large Russian Dom spoke to Brie matter-of-factly and then nodded to his interpreter. The young man addressed her after Rytsar had taken the time to unbuckle her. “Take off your shoes. Your safe word isstoy. Say it.”
She repeated the word as she slipped off her six-inch heels, unsure why he was explaining that while they were still in the car.
He continued, “It means ‘stop’. You will exit the vehicle now. I suggest you run. Rytsar has promised to cane you if you prove an easy catch.”
She glanced over at Rytsar. His eyes held a wicked glint. She had no doubt he would follow through with the threat. As soon as he lunged for her, she threw open the door and bolted.
Brie ran for all she was worth, but looked back to check if he was really following. She screamed out in fear when she saw he was only a few paces behind.
Her flight instinct took over as she raced through the garden and headed towards the ocean. There was no thought process to her actions, simply the need to keep out of his reach. She attempted to dart to the side to throw him off, but he wasn’t fooled and grabbed her arm. She cried out when his hand clamped down on her.
With the agility of a deer, she twisted out of his grasp and continued to run. The fear she felt was very real. She was deathly afraid of being caned, and just the act of being chased had her body humming in terror. There was no acting on her part; it was a rush of adrenaline spurred on by sheer panic.
She ran down the beach, but a rogue wave wrapped itself around her legs. She stumbled and nearly fell. She could hear his heavy breathing just behind her and shrieked. With a burst of speed that surprised even her, she escaped his clutches again.
Brie heard him chuckle softly. He changed tactics and edged her closer to the water. Even though she guessed his strategy, he was too fast for her to prevent it. The water hit her ankles again and this time she fell. He was on top of her in an instant. Brie screamed out in alarm, trying to fight him off.
He forced her to turn over and easily secured her arms above her head. His weight crushed her helpless body as another wave drenched them. His lips landed on hers, firm and commanding. When he broke the kiss, she gasped for breath, still struggling beneath his large frame.
Her Indian warrior had captured her…
Rytsar laughed as he pulled a leather tie from his pocket and bound her wrists together. Then he lifted her up, throwing her unceremoniously over his shoulder. He started towards the glass house, saying something she couldn’t understand. His grip was tight—there was no escaping him. It gave her a thrill to know she was at his mercy now.
