Page 14 of The Ties That Bind
Her aim was not to build him up for a quick release but to make love to his cock using only her touch. Brie needed him to know the depth of her feelings, especially with him leaving for Russia tomorrow.
She held his shaft tighter as she moved up and down the length of it, twisting her wrist each time she reached the head of his cock. Brie varied the speed and firmness of her grasp, her eyes never breaking his gaze.
Soon, her fingers were slippery with his precome.
Brie used it to increase the intensity of her sensual caress while still being careful not to take the Russian over the edge.
“Tighter,” he growled huskily.
She tightened her grip but slowed her strokes considerably.
He shook his head and smirked, obviously enjoying her focused attention but fighting to maintain control.
“Do you know,radost moya, that last night with you was the first time I ever willingly offered myself to a woman?”
Brie was about to reply when he placed his finger on her lips. Her heart began to race as he continued. “I have never wanted to before. Could never imagine myself doing such a thing as a Dominant…” His voice trailed off and he was silent for a moment.
Brie continued to stroke him, her love growing for the man.
“In retrospect, I find it interesting that I needed the safety of our threesome despite the fact I trust you with my life.”
She looked at him with understanding. Brie knew about the betrayal and violation he’d suffered under the hands of Ms. Clark many years ago.
Rytsar’s eyes softened when he added, “I suppose I needed to test that boundary with you. But, I have no idea why.”
She crinkled her brow in concern.
“What?” he asked. “You have permission to speak.”
“Do you regret last night, Rytsar?”
A slow smile spread across his face. “Nyet.”
He pulled her to him. “I feel closer to you now.” He kissed her then, his fingers finding their way between her legs. Brie moaned in pleasure, her body fully in tune with his as he explored her mouth with his tongue.
Wanting to ride this crest of ecstasy with him, Brie grabbed his cock and began stroking him again. Brie lost herself when he claimed her mouth.
She felt him tense just moments before he groaned deeply. Her orgasm followed the moment she felt his warm seed on her belly. It was so erotic, she thought she might burst into flame from the heat of it.
Afterward, they both lay together in comfortable silence.
Rytsar surprised her when he started chuckling.
She grinned. “What’s so funny?”
“I was just thinking back on your little prank. Would you like to know how it played out?”
Brie blushed—she knew there was no point in denying she had a hand in it—and nodded eagerly.
“Just minutes after arriving at the beach house, after weeks of being gone, one of my men sat down on a barstool at the kitchen counter. We had no idea what we were in for until the smell of the bomb wafted through the kitchen. My man quickly located the source and picked it up, then opened the trashcan, which naturally triggered another bomb.
“We opened all the windows and doors to let the kitchen air out, but the smell was too obnoxious. I went to grab a bottle of vodka…and that’s when I tripped the next little nugget of putridness.”
He chuckled ruefully. “I was cursing Anderson the entire time as I had my men scour the place. There was no way to disarm the booby traps, so my men and I were forced to scurry about, trying to throw the bombs outside before they exploded.”
Brie could just imagine and tried hard not to laugh.
“It took us almost an hour to locate and rid my house of all those vile things.”
