Page 41 of Brie's Submission
When he entered the house, she was bewildered to see it crowded with men. It looked like a party was in full swing with plenty of drinks, joking and manly laughter. The place quieted down as soon as Rytsar entered the home. He put her down and grabbed her chin with one of his massive hands. He forced her to look at him. His look was stern and dangerous but when he kissed her, there was a softness to his lips. She relaxed in his embrace, trusting her imposing Dom.
A stout man with spiky gray hair and a fearsome demeanor came up to them. He said something to Rytsar that must have been lewd, based on the tone he’d used and the dark look Rytsar was giving him. The vile man stroked Brie’s arm as if he had a right to touch her. She recoiled and pressed against her Dom. Rytsar spoke harshly to the foul man, guiding her away, but the creep grabbed her arm and shouted at Rytsar in Russian.
Her Dom broke the loathsome man’s unwanted grasp, moving her behind him as he participated in a heated exchange. The other men gathered around, enjoying the confrontation. The loathsome man tried to grab at her again, but Rytsar forcefully pushed him away. He picked Brie up and carried her through a set of doors on the other side of the room.
When he entered the bedroom, she noticed there was a support beam in the center of the massive space. He carried her past it and headed straight to the bathroom. After putting her down, he barked a single word, pointing to the toilet.
She blanched. Did he really want her to pee in front of him?
He barked the command again harshly, letting her know he wasn’t amused by her lack of obedience. Swallowing hard, she awkwardly pulled her red thong down with her bound hands and sat meekly on the toilet. He nodded and exited, leaving the door wide open.
She glanced into the room while she washed herself clean and saw that he was changing out of his wet clothes. His chest was broad and his stomach rippled with muscles. She noticed a large tattoo in the shape of a dragon covering his left shoulder.
He returned wearing another suit. This time it was midnight black with an identical blood-red tie. He didn’t look like an Indian warrior, but he certainly looked like a man of great power.
Rytsar picked her up and carried her to the support beam. He untied her wrists and bound them behind the pole before securing her feet. Next, he placed a gag over her mouth. She protested playfully with whimpers, which made him snort in amusement. He blindfolded her next and to make her sensory deprivation complete, he covered her ears with small headphones that blocked out all sound. Then he left.
She could feel the emptiness of the large room envelop her. At first, the total lack of stimuli was frightening but gradually she grew used to the all-encompassing silence. She stood there bound and alone, waiting for her warrior’s return.
When she felt his presence again, she tensed. He took off the earphones and whispered in her ear. Although she could not understand his words, she believed he was listing all the things he planned to do to her. The commanding tone in his voice made her moist between her legs, and Brie moaned softly.
She was puzzled when he left her again. Outside the room, she could hear the men shouting and joking with one another. It was then that she realized this was his version of the village celebrating the raid in her fantasy. She appreciated his cleverness. To hear the men’s revelry and to have the entire group know what was going to happen to her made it that much more exciting.
Her Dom came back and removed the gag next. He kissed her passionately, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, letting her know exactly how he was going to take her when the time came. He allowed her tongue to taste him and explore the ridges of his mouth before he pulled away and left her again.
His frequent visits, each accompanied by the removal of a restrictive item, made her hungry for his return. When Rytsar came the next time, he removed her blindfold. She looked into the blue eyes of her captor and quivered in delight. His stare was bursting with desire for her.
He pulled at the laces of her corset and let it fall to the ground. He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth. She gasped when he sucked forcefully. His other hand played with her other nipple, pulling and tugging on it with equal vigor.
She threw her head back and groaned. Would he take her now? No—he left again. This time he did not return as quickly. She looked out of the large glass windows at the beach and watched the waves slowly rush in. It had a calming effect, giving her the patience to wait him out.
A lone jogger was heading down the beach. He seemed to look in her direction, but continued on. Soon, however, he was back and gawking into the bedroom at her half-naked body tied to the pole. Rytsar’s entourage headed out and shooed him away.
Brie stood there for what seemed like hours, desperate for her warrior to come back for her. The waiting, she realized, was a seductive tactic. Being completely under his power, not having a say as to when or how he was going to take her, added a provocative element to the encounter. She needed him to return for her—she needed himbad.
Taking of an Innocent
Rytsar finally returned just as the sun was setting. She had to calm her breathing; her need for him was great. That changed when he shut the doors and approached her like a predatory animal. Instantly, her defenses were up and she whimpered in alarm.
He threw off his jacket, then removed his tie and shirt in fluid movements as he stalked around her, spewing nasty-sounding Russian words. His eyes glowed with unrestrained lust. She struggled in her bonds as he descended upon her. Brie was amazed that this Dom knew exactly how to play her emotions to elicit the desired response.
He grasped the back of her neck possessively, but this time he lingered centimeters from her lips before claiming them. She groaned in pleasure as his tongue violently ravaged her mouth. He was rough with her, but in a way that only made her hotter. She couldn’t wait to be released from her bonds.
Rytsar slowly undid the ties, dragging out the action. When she felt the last of them fall, she tried to make a break for it. He grabbed her waist and wrestled her to the ground, crushing her small frame with his considerable weight.
Rytsar pulled her arms above her head and held her thin wrists with one hand while the other tugged at her thong. She struggled, but was defenseless to stop him. He threw it to the side and forced his fingers between her legs.
“No!” she cried, bucking her hips in an attempt to avoid the penetration, like a proper virgin captive. His chuckle was low when he felt her moist outer lips. He explored her smooth pussy, obviously enjoying the soft texture of her bare skin.
Unfortunately, there was no hiding how much she desired him, despite her feigned protests. His fingers inched inside, invading her moist, velvety depths. She stopped struggling, desperate for his attention after hours of waiting. Rytsar’s talented manipulations had her body humming for release, but he denied her that by pulling his fingers out just as she was about to come.
Though he didn’t lose his grip on her wrists, she heard him unzip his pants. Apparently, he was going to take her on the floor and not the luxurious bed a few feet away. It fit her fantasy. She moaned in delight when she felt his erection against her thigh. In her story, however, she was an innocent, so she wanted to give him a convincing battle.
Brie twisted out from under him, but couldn’t move far due to the painful grip he had on her wrists. He easily positioned himself between her legs again, and this time there was no escape. She felt the round head of his cock penetrate her opening. He took his time, as if he were pushing into the tight opening of a virgin. She whimpered and cried, loving every second of his claiming. Once he had sunk his shaft fully inside her wet walls, he looked into her eyes and murmured what she assumed were Russian sweet nothings.
She stared up at him and took in his pure maleness. He was solid and imposing, with his sexy bald head, blue eyes and the naughty curve to his lips. He let go of her wrists, then lifted her hips up with both hands.
Brie threw her head back and moaned in unreserved pleasure. She was finally being fucked by her warrior. She arched her back and gave her body over to him.
