Page 12 of The Ties That Bind
Handing the brush to Sir, he stated huskily, “See to her hair while I tend to her arousal.”
Brie dutifully sat down on the bench Sir slid to the middle of the bathroom. Where Rytsar’s hands had been rough, Sir’s were gentle as he took on the challenge of carefully brushing out the wet tangles the Russian had created.
She basked in his soothing touch as he patiently brushed through her hair, creating a cascade of sensual tingles from her head down to her toes.
Naturally, that’s when Rytsar kicked things up a notch.
Brie let out a little squeak when he slid an ice cube against her warm skin. “Da…” he growled hungrily, satisfied with her reaction.
She bit her lip, trying to hold back her squeals as he used those ice cubes in the most indecent ways, beginning with every inch of her skin before moving to every orifice. By the time he was done, she was sitting in a puddle of water, goosebumps covering her entire body.
“Welcome to Russia!” he chuckled as he leaned down to kiss her.
The ache of the cold instantly flared into desire when he claimed her mouth. The heat of his tongue was a sharp contrast to the coolness of her mouth, causing them both to moan.
When Rytsar finally broke the embrace, Sir helped Brie up and guided her to the bed. With her entire body trembling from Rytsar’s icy attention, Brie whimpered in excitement as the two men lay down on either side of her and began devouring her—licking and nibbling her chilled skin.
“I need to dive into that frigid ass,” Rytsar growled huskily.
Brie enjoyed the humor behind his statement and watched in anticipation as he coated his hard cock with lubricant.
Sir distracted her by taking a piece of ice and placing it in his mouth before leaning down to kiss her. She moaned as she parted her lips and they shared the ice between them. The act was so sensual and intimate that Brie willingly invited the chill that coursed through her body.
When Sir pulled away, the ravenous look in his eyes gave her butterflies.
“Kneel on all fours, téa.”
Too far along in her pregnancy to take both men at the same time, Sir piled pillows to support her upper torso. He joined her on the bed and fisted her hair, pulling her head back. “I’ve always enjoyed watching my cock disappear down your throat.”
Sir groaned in pleasure when she parted her cold lips for him. Brie eagerly took his shaft, relaxing her throat to take the fullness of his cock.
Brie felt Rytsar settle on the bed behind her. Her stomach fluttered as he spread her ass cheeks and pressed his warm shaft against her cold rosette.
“I’ll go slow,radost moya. I wouldn’t want you to harm my comrade’s manhood with those teeth.”
“How thoughtful of you, old friend…” Sir muttered, pushing his cock farther down her throat.
Brie closed her eyes as Rytsar’s cock invaded her icy depths. His shaft felt so hot that she whimpered around her Master’s shaft in surprise.
Sir immediately pulled out. “Color, téa?”
“Green, Master,” she assured him.
She looked back toward Rytsar. “You’re like fire!”
The Russian’s low chuckle filled the air as he slapped her ass before continuing his sensual invasion.
Brie turned back to Sir, purring, “I’m hungry to please you, Master.”
The two men took their time, their strokes slow, measured, and ever-deepening. There was a primal satisfaction in pleasing both men. It filled Brie with a profound sense of feminine power.
Before long, the friction of their bodies began to warm her from the inside out. The men took turns, Rytsar holding still, his shaft buried deep in her ass while Sir pumped his cock into her mouth. Then Sir would stop and command her to slowly stroke his shaft with her hand while Rytsar had his way with her. It went on and on, the momentary breaks giving each man more stamina.
As for Brie, she was in pure submissive heaven…
When the two Doms were close to orgasm, Sir broke away from Brie and stroked himself while Rytsar vigorously fingered her clit. Watching Sir was sexy as hell—but having Rytsar play with her at the same time took it to a whole new level.
When Sir was ready, he commanded, “Open for me, téa.”
