Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (56 page)

Brie blushed, embarrassed he was bringing up the prospect of her motherhood again.

“I have brothers,” he told her. “Did you know that?”

Brie shook her head.

“
Da
, four of them.”

“Wow, I can’t even imagine.” Brie was enchanted by the thought of there being four more Rytsars in the world, but wondered why she had never met them. Not wanting to lose this rare peek into his life, she said, “Your mother must have been an exceptional woman to raise so many strong-willed men.”

“You will be too,” Rytsar stated confidently. “I look forward to seeing you with your offspring.”

“So where is she now?” Brie asked, secretly hoping he would offer to take to her to meet his mother.

“What has that got to do with my childhood? We’re done.”

“But—” She wasn’t ready to give up her aftercare so soon and quickly changed tactics, laying her head on his muscular chest. “Thank you for guiding me through the scene, Rytsar.”

A low rumble of satisfaction emanated from deep within his chest. “Now that you’ve made it to the other side, what are your thoughts?”

“It was an incredible rush, but equally frightening.”

“Although I find your tears as charming as your smile,” he murmured gently, “with a little patience I could condition your body so that you would come to anticipate my pleasure, not fear it.”

Brie lifted her head from his chest and grinned. “Still determined to convert the non-masochist?”

He shrugged. “You are an itch I can’t scratch.”

She was shocked to hear those words coming from Rytsar. They were the exact ones Ms. Clark had used with her.

“What?” he asked when she stiffened.

Sir had warned Brie never to bring up Ms. Clark to Rytsar, so she quickly answered, “It’s nothing.”

Rytsar grasped the back of her neck and squeezed, demanding, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not allowed to talk about it,” she explained.

“There are no secrets when it involves me,” he said, becoming noticeably irate.

“Trust me. It’s not worth repeating, Rytsar.”

His grip became tighter. “No games,
radost moya
.”

“Ms. Clark said the same thing once.”

His tone became cold and guarded. “About me?”

“No, she said it to me off camera, during my documentary interview with her.”

Rytsar growled. “Does your Master know what she said?”

“Of course.”

“And he still lets you interact with her?”

“Yes, I saw her in Denver during my last visit…”

Brie was afraid to say more and stopped, for fear of upsetting him, but he wouldn’t have it and demanded, “Go on.”

“She’s working at Master Anderson’s Training Center now.”

He snarled, “I must talk to
moy droog
.”

“Rytsar, Sir believes she’s changed, and I would agree after seeing her this last time.”

His nostrils flared. “She is not to be trusted, especially not with you. Just because he helped train her, Thane feels responsible, and that blinds him to the truth.”

Brie wasn’t sure if Rytsar was being overly protective, or if he perceived something Sir could not.

Rytsar asked in a deadly serious tone, “Do you trust her?”

She frowned. “No, not completely.” But then she quickly added, “Still, I trust Sir’s evaluation of her.”

“I appreciate your loyalty, but I will be speaking to your Master when I see him today.”

“What do you mean,
today
?”

“I called him this morning to collect you.”

Brie was taken aback. “Why?” She was heartbroken to hear that her Russian trip was ending so soon.

“You cannot be associated with what happened last night. No one knows you are here other than my men and those at the club. They will not talk. However, I cannot risk your further exposure.”

“So you really killed that man?” Brie asked in the barest of whispers.

“I killed no man, only a maggot.”

Brie shuddered, remembering the cowering girl at the club. “I can’t believe a person could treat another human being that way.”

“The soulless don’t have a place on this Earth.”

She recalled the look the girl had given Rytsar as she was carried out of the club, and asked, “What did you say to the girl?”

He pulled Brie against him, smashing her face against his broad chest. “I told her that she was never a puppet, only a survivor.”

Tears came to her eyes. After the horrors the young woman had experienced, Brie could only imagine how empowering those words must have been to her. “You’re a good man, Rytsar.”

“Enough,” he growled, squeezing her tighter.

Rytsar ordered Brie to ready herself for Sir’s return and then meet him outside next to the woodpile.

Knowing that her Master was coming, Brie pulled out all the stops. She took a long bath in scented oils, styling her hair and dressing in her sexiest outfit, even taking extra time applying her makeup.

When she met Rytsar out at the woodpile, he laughed at her. “All that extra primping was unnecessary. Now strip down to your snow boots and take out that fancy doodad in your hair.”

“But it’s cold,” she protested, while still dutifully unzipping her skirt.

He pointed to a large tree and stated with amusement, “It’s not cold in the sunlight,
radost moya
.”

Brie undressed, laying her clothes on a fallen log before placing her decorative comb on top. She stood beside the large tree he’d indicated, wearing nothing but her fur-lined boots. Her tender nipples hardened from the chill in the air.

“Much better,” Rytsar praised, as he approached her with three long strands of leather in his hand.

She looked at him warily. “We aren’t having another lesson on pain, are we?”

He laughed without answering, as he pressed her against the rough bark of the tree trunk and lifted her arms above her head. Rytsar secured her to the tree with the leather, tightening it firmly around her wrists.

The second one he wrapped around her torso, just above her mound. He kissed her on the lips as he cinched it tight. It was deliciously sexy, and she purred when he pulled away.

Rytsar smiled seductively as he instructed Brie to place her feet together, then knelt to bind them to the tree. He ran his hands over her body when he was done, starting from her bound ankles, over the swell of her womanly hips up to the curve of her breasts. Then he stepped back to admire her more critically.

“Yes, a very nice form to be greeted with,” he stated, before moving back over to the woodpile. He started chopping again.

It was curious to be bound to a tree, completely naked in broad daylight, waiting for her Master’s arrival. Brie looked at the birds in the trees above her and wondered if they found it equally odd.

Rytsar’s remaining guard came out and spoke to him in Russian. As he turned to leave, the man glanced briefly at her. Although his overall expression did not change, she could have sworn she saw him lift his eyebrows as he walked by.

She looked back at Rytsar, who was wiping his brow of the sweat caused by the strenuous work. It seemed he was putting all of his unspent sexual energy into the act. When he put down the ax and took off his shirt, Brie was tempted to let out a whistle of appreciation.

He looked in her direction as if he could feel her admiration and nodded with a smirk on his lips before picking up the ax again to chop the next block of wood.

Brie studied his rippling muscles every time he swung the ax. The man was impressive in both form and confidence, as he precisely cut the wood into quarters and stacked them up.

She vividly remembered what he’d looked like when he’d been fucking the sub during her shoot in Moscow and shivered. Soon that would be her—with Sir.

Trinity

W
hen Rytsar had cut all the wood, he slammed the ax into the chopping block and grabbed his shirt. He looked at her with a mischievous grin before walking into the cabin.

Brie couldn’t believe that he was leaving her bound and alone in the woods. She looked around nervously, certain the Russian countryside had huge, fearsome bears. Suddenly the sounds of the forest became almost sinister as she imagined a giant Kodiak meandering through the woods, heading towards her.

“Rytsar,” she called out. When she got no response, she yelled toward the cabin, “Rytsar, please don’t leave me ou—”

It was then that she noticed he was standing by the window, silently watching her as he chugged down a glass of vodka.

Of course…

This was another experience he wanted her to have, to embrace, while he watched over her protectively.

Feeling his eyes still on her, she lifted her head, standing up straighter so that she kept a long, lean line, while she pressed her shoulders against the tree so that her back arched slightly, thrusting her breasts forward.

If she was to be his bound captive, then she wanted to be the best-looking sub he’d ever tied to a tree. Brie closed her eyes and lifted her face towards the sunlight, relishing its warm caress on her skin.

She stayed in that position for what seemed like hours, fighting against the ache in her muscles as she listened and became connected with the nature around her. She secretly hoped that the two men would play with her outside. It would be exhilarating to know that kind of uninhibited freedom.

In the far-off distance she heard the faint rumbling of a car engine. Her heart rate increased.

Master is here!

What would he think when he found her here, bound outside in nothing but boots? Brie purred at the thought, her eyes glued to the vehicle when it rounded the bend. Sir got out of his car and looked her up and down with appraising eyes, but she was startled when he headed towards the cabin without saying a word to her.

She watched in disbelief as Rytsar opened the door and invited him in, leaving her outside—alone again.

A taste of objectification.

Brie looked at the cabin and felt butterflies when she saw both Rytsar and Sir watching her from the window. She could see their lips moving as they spoke to one another. Knowing they were talking about her as they admired her bound form was incredibly arousing.

The two came out a short time later, both shirtless and holding tools in their hands. She wanted to squeal with happiness, tickled it
would
be an outside session with them.

Sir laid his assortment on the hood of his car and approached Brie with a dark purple flogger in his hand. Brie bit her bottom lip, anxious to feel its caress on her skin.

“Hello, téa.”

“Good afternoon, Master.”

“Did you miss your Master?”

“I did, very much! Although I was well cared-for.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” He ran his hands over her tender nipples and she cringed. “I see Durov worked you over this morning.”

She agreed, “It was a very challenging session.”

“But I heard you did well.” He brushed her cheek with his free hand. “Always growing, always expanding your horizons…” Sir bent down and kissed her firmly on the lips, slipping his tongue inside her mouth. Brie groaned, lost in the sensuality of his kiss.

He pulled away and began swinging the flogger back and forth. “Because you have been good, I think you should be rewarded with a flogging.”