Page 90 of Her Sweet Surrender
“Vodka makeseverythingtaste better,” he replied in a seductive tone.
Rytsar turned to Hope and cleaned her face before taking off the bib and handing her to Maxim. “She loves it if you rock her on the horse. And, if all else fails, turn on her grandfather’s violin music and dance with her. She never tires of it.”
“Yes, gospodin.” Maxim took Hope from him and nodded to Brie before leaving the room.
“And then there were three…” Sir stated.
Brie’s heart skipped a beat when she realized that her kinky wish was about to come true.
Rytsar stood up, holding out his hand to Brie. “Would you care to join us in the bedroom,radost moya?”
Brie picked up the handcuffs before taking his hand. “If it pleases you,” she answered demurely.
Rytsar glanced at Sir who grabbed the bottle of vodka.
“It most certainly does.”
Once in the bedroom, Brie was ordered to undress both men. She took her time, enjoying the sensual nature of the process—the soft feel of the silk ties as she undid the knots and slipped them through the men’s collars, removing the tailored jackets before slowly unbuttoning their shirts one button at a time.
Brie always found it erotic when she exposed their bare chests, running her hands lightly over their firm muscles.
The shoes and socks came next. Then she undid their belts. The clinking sound of the metal as she unbuckled them always gave her a thrill.
Her movements were unhurried and reverent as she removed each piece of clothing, giving each Dom her full attention.
When they were both naked, Rytsar commanded her to give him the handcuffs. She did so eagerly, curious as to how he would use them. To her surprise, he put one of the cuffs around his wrist and the other around Sir’s.
“What will you do?” he asked with a smirk.
Brie’s eyes widened when she realized they were giving her free rein over their bodies. This was the ultimate power play—one where she was in control of the scene.
Normally, as the submissive, she was the one naked while her Dom remained dressed. Enjoying this unique dynamic, she chose to leave her clothes on for the scene.
Looking at their hard cocks, her eyes gravitated to the bottle of vodka. She picked it up, noting how cold it was, and giggled inwardly as she approached them.
Kneeling on the floor between the two men, Brie opened the bottle of Zyr, enjoying the pop of the cork.
Looking up at Rytsar, she purred. “You said everything tastes better with vodka…”
“I did.” His eyes burned with lust for her.
Brie held the neck of the bottle above his shaft and let it slowly pour down. She heard his sharp intake of breath and smiled, imagining the shock the chilled vodka would provide.
Opening her lips, she took his shaft into her warm mouth and heard him groan in pleasure as she moved up and down his cock at a leisurely pace.
Not wanting to ignore Sir, she turned and did the same to him, looking up at his face demurely as she poured the ice-cold vodka down his shaft. He grunted at the shocking cold, then threw his head back the moment she took his cock into her mouth.
Her pussy grew wet as she watched their expressions while she tortured and teased their shafts with the chilled liquor.
Directing them to the expansive bed, she told them to lie down as she removed her shoes and slipped out of her panties.
Once Brie had joined them on the bed, she placed the cold bottle between Rytsar’s legs, resting it against his ballsack.
He let out a low growl, responding to the intensity of it. While she let him “chill”, Brie devoted her attention to Sir, leaving kisses and bites up and down his body. Needing the fullness of his shaft inside her, Brie lifted the skirt of her dress and straddled him, descending onto his rock-hard shaft.
“Radost moya…” Rytsar groaned as he watched her.
Taking pity on him, she removed the bottle and wasn’t surprised to see the effect the cold had had on his shaft.
