Page 88 of Tied to Hope
Grazing his fingers lightly over her skin, he murmured, “You are so innocent and beautiful, téa.”
“Hold on to mykotenok,” Rytsar ordered. “I must get something.”
He handed Sir the leash and left the room, returning with a strip of red satin clutched in his hand.
Sir smiled. “I like the way you think.”
Rytsar took the leash back from Sir and pulled Brie close. “First, you will reacquaint me with your oral skills.”
Brie smiled, looking down at the outline of his cock. “It would be my honor, Rytsar.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You will call me Anton tonight.”
Her eyes widened. Calling Rytsar by his given name changed the whole dynamic of the encounter.
It was no longer a simple scene because it added an emotionally charged element.
Brie glanced at Sir, needing to see his reaction.
When he nodded, she realized he had discussed it with Rytsar while she was in the bedroom.
“And what do I call you, Master?” she asked Sir.
Those sexy lips curled into a smile. In a chocolaty voice, he answered, “You will call me Thane.”
Brie felt the butterflies start.
A scene calling both men by their given names…
Sir continued, “Anton and I will do the same with you, Brie.”
Her mouth opened in surprise hearing Sir call her by her first name.
Although the change seemed deceptively simple, it was unchartered territory for the three of them.
Rytsar commanded in a seductive voice, “Turn around, Brie.”
The butterflies started again as he took her wrists and began binding them with the satin ribbon. The simple act of binding caused her nipples to contract into tight buds.
She looked at Sir, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
“I like seeing you like this,” he said huskily.
She bit her lip and smiled.
Rytsar gazed at her with a mixture of tenderness and lust as he pushed her down. “On your knees. You will suck Thane first.”
Brie’s heart did a flip-flop as Rytsar helped her to the floor with her wrists secured firmly behind her back.
She loved the intoxicating contrast of being in control while being completely helpless…
As both men undressed in front of her, Brie admired the contrast of their bodies. Sir’s toned chest covered in dark hair and Rytsar’s muscular one covered in scars.
When Sir stepped closer to her with his hard shaft, she looked up at him. She was immediately reminded of the first time she took his cock into her mouth on stage at the Submissive Training Center.
He’d tied her hands back then, as well, helping her to take his shaft deep into her throat.
Everything about Sir was physically pleasing, from his chiseled face all the way down to those powerful thighs that framed his handsome cock.
