Page 89 of Tied to Hope
“Open yourself to me,” he commanded in a low, sultry voice.
Brie smiled as she opened her lips to take his shaft into her mouth. After years under his personal instruction, she knew exactly what Sir preferred, which made the satin ribbon restraint unnecessary. However, the memories it evoked of being bound this way helped to heighten her arousal as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.
She began by flicking her tongue against his frenulum and around the sensitive ridge of the head. Sir gathered her hair with one hand, using it to guide her, gradually forcing his cock deeper down her throat.
Rytsar grunted his approval when she finally took its entirety.
Brie kept her eyes on Sir, making muffled moans of pleasure as he began thrusting into her mouth. It was incredible to compare that inexperienced girl who was so determined to deep throat his shaft to the woman she was now who actually took profound pleasure in the act.
Rytsar cleared his throat. “Brie…”
Her heart quickened as she disengaged from Sir with a smile on her lips, before turning her attention on Rytsar.
Meeting the blue intensity of his gaze, she took his rigid cock in her mouth and swallowed, taking the head of his shaft down her throat.
“Go slowly,” he commanded.
Normally, Rytsar liked it deep and fast, so she pulled away to start again. This time, she concentrated on his balls first, sucking them, then nibbling up the length of his cock before encasing the head of his shaft with her lips.
He let out a groan of satisfaction as she made love to him with her tongue, teeth, and lips.
“What a difference proper instruction makes,” he grunted, glancing over at Sir.
Sir looked down at her proudly. “She has exceeded her instruction.”
“Da…” Rytsar agreed huskily, taking her head in his hands to stop her. “She may be too good at this point.”
Brie’s heart swelled with pride on hearing his praise. She tickled his frenulum with her tongue and he immediately pulled out of her mouth, giving her a stern look.
“Such a naughtykotenok.”
Brie suddenly realized how foolish it was to tease a sadist when Rytsar wrapped his hand around the back of her neck while she was still in a kneeling position. With gentle pressure, he forced her head to the floor.
She lay there with her cheek against the cold marble and her ass in the air.
“I almost came against my will,” Rytsar complained to Sir.
Sir smirked in response. “Then she needs to be taught a lesson.”
Brie quivered on the floor, knowing she’d been too cocky with her tongue, but deciding it was worth it to know she still had that kind of power over the Russian.
Chills of excitement began to course through her when Rytsar pulled on her leash, helping her to her feet so he could lead her to his bedroom.
After untying the red satin, Rytsar ordered her on the bed and the two men descended on her. Their last encounter in California had been rough and demanding, but tonight they were gentle with her, their caresses light and teasing.
Brie closed her eyes, giving in to their passionate exploration. Sir concentrated on her breasts while Rytsar stroked her pussy with his fingers.
She wanted to join in their exploration, and asked, “May I touch you both?”
Sir looked up from her breast and smiled seductively. “You may, Brie.”
Again, she felt a thrill on hearing him speak her given name during the scene.
His sensual lips returned to her, moving from her nipple to the valley between her breasts where he left a long, slow trail of kisses down to her stomach. Rytsar added to those sensations with playful nibbles up the length of her thigh—both men teasing her to distraction with their talented mouths.
Rytsar had the leash wrapped around his hand, keeping it taut. That light but constant pull on the collar kept her focused on it, adding to the heady feeling of being dominated.
Brie reached out to touch both men, lovingly caressing Rytsar’s tattoo-covered shoulder while the fingers of her other hand danced over the toned muscles of Sir’s back.
