Page 20 of Tied to Hope
“I can feel your eyes on me, radost moya,” Rytsar said with a smirk, his eyes still closed.
Brie giggled and turned her head to the right. Sir was lying on his stomach, his head resting against his folded arms. Unlike Rytsar, his eyes were open and he was staring straight at her. The ravenous look in his gaze made her pussy wet.
Biting her bottom lip, Brie turned her head to look up at the bright blue sky. Sir and Rytsar had something planned for her—she could feel it in her bones.
The two experienced Doms kept her constantly on her toes.
She loved being challenged by these two and wondered if today might include Rytsar’s favorite tool, a bondage scene, or even a dual flogging by both Masters. She shivered in delight at the thought.
Of course, there was always the chance it might be something new she’d never experienced before. Sir and Rytsar were wickedly creative, and they consistently came up with fresh ways to please and test her.
Patience had never been Brie’s strong suit, so she snuck a peek at both men. Sir’s intense gaze was still on her, and now Rytsar’s was, too.
“Téa.”
Brie felt the butterflies start. Sir only used his pet name for her when they were about to scene together. “Yes, Master?”
“Rytsar needs refreshment.”
“Da, I do,” the Russian growled, licking his lips seductively.
Brie smiled. “What would you like, Rytsar?”
“Chilled vodka…and you.”
“I’ll have the same,” Sir stated.
Brie stood up, her heart racing as she bowed to Sir. “If it pleases you, Master.”
She left both men on the beach and walked back into Rytsar’s home. Brie had a soft spot for his beach house. He had taken her to this place after he’d won her bid at the Submissive Training Center auction. At the time, she’d had no idea he spoke English and could understand every word she’d said.
The sexy Russian had wanted to play out the warrior fantasy she’d written in class. He had taken her simple fantasy and transformed it into a real-life experience.
Brie had lived out every emotion, as well as the physical aspects, of the fantasy she had written. Rytsar had left her breathless and totally captivated by the end of that evening. She’d never forgotten that night or the passion he had inspired in her at this beach house.
Brie thought back on it as she poured two generous shots of Rytsar’s favorite vodka and put several pickles on a small glass plate for them. She picked up two glasses of vodka in one hand and the plate in the other, then turned to rejoin the Doms, but stopped short when she saw both men standing just outside the kitchen area.
“Kneel,” Sir commanded.
She gracefully lowered herself to the marble floor as she’d been taught and then bowed her head in reverence.
Sir and Rytsar each took a shot glass and a pickle from her plate. Brie heard the clink of the glasses as the two men silently toasted each other, low chuckles filling the room.
Oh, these two were experts at teasing her! Not knowing what they were planning had Brie wet with anticipation.
“We are retiring to the bedroom,radost moya,” Rytsar explained.
Sir then added his command. “Join us after you take a shot of vodka yourself, and undress.”
Brie watched them leave and smiled to herself. Serving both Doms at the same time was a submissive’s dream.
She dutifully poured herself a shot and threw it back before consuming a small, delightfully sour, dill pickle. The smooth vodka quickly warmed her insides, making her feel even friskier.
Taking off her bikini, she laid it on the counter before approaching Rytsar’s closed bedroom door.
Brie was surprised to find the door shut and knocked softly. “Master?”
“You may enter, téa.”
