by Red Phoenix
“Well, she’s only hurting herself.” Lea’s tone grew softer. “She’s changed, Brie… There is a soft, squishy side to her now under all those porcupine quills. Even Hunter noticed it.”
Brie turned her head to look Lea in the eyes. “Mary’s a lot kinder than she lets on.”
Lea snorted with amusement. “Who would have guessed on that first day at the Training Center? She was so full of herself. God, I just wanted to smack her!”
Brie chuckled, remembering their first day. “She definitely earned her name as ‘Blonde Nemesis.’”
“I thought you were freakin’ crazy to invite her to have drinks with us that first time.”
Brie shrugged. “It felt wrong to leave her out.”
Lea clicked her tongue. “She sure doesn’t make it easy to like her, does she? Still, she sees things I don’t see—especially when it came to Liam…” Frowning, Lea glanced at Brie.
Brie could tell her friend was privately reliving the hell she’d gone through with Liam.
Lea shrugged. “That’s why I agreed to let Mary stay with me when she asked. Even though she’s a total pain in the butt to live with, I always know she’s got my back no matter what.”
Tears pricked Brie’s eyes. “I feel the same, Lea.”
Lea’s eyes suddenly flashed with resentment. “That’s why it pissed me off so bad when she told me she was going back to that asshole. How can you feel sorry for someone who keeps making bad choices over and over again? I have to admit, Brie, I lost respect for Mary when she went crawling back to Greg this time.”
Brie wanted to tell Lea what was really happening, that she only went back to Holloway to protect Brie.
But she’d vowed to keep Mary’s secret.
Rather than break Mary’s confidence, Brie said miserably, “Maybe there’ll come a day when she’ll tell us what’s really going on.”
“I hope so,” Lea sighed. “But I’m convinced that girl is a train wreck waiting to happen—and I don’t want to be around when it does.”
Brie’s heart skipped a beat, feeling terrified for Mary. “God, I hope that day never comes…”
When it finally came time for Lea to head back home, she knocked on the doorframe of Sir’s office.
“Sir Davis, before I leave, I just wanted to warn you not to play Scrabble around Hope.”
He turned, looking at Lea strangely. “What are you talking about, Ms. Taylor?”
“If she eats a bunch of those tiles, it could spell disaster.”
Silence filled the room.
When she failed to get a reaction from him, Lea followed it up by playing imaginary drums and saying, “Ba dum tss…” to emphasize it was a joke.
Sir raised an eyebrow and then glanced at Hope. “My daughter is not impressed. But, it was a valiant effort, Ms. Taylor.”
Lea turned to Brie, who was struggling hard not to laugh. The fact that Lea had the nerve to hit Sir up with such a bad joke was courageous—and extremely foolhardy.
“He’s going to be a tough nut to crack,” Lea confessed when they were out of his earshot.
Brie couldn’t hold back any longer and burst out laughing, “I can’t believe you just did that, Lea.”
“I told you I would.”
“Well…I expected that you had a better joke for Sir.”
“The joke isn’t the problem, Stinky Cheese.” She put her arm around Brie’s shoulder. “I hate to tell you this, but Sir Davis has an underdeveloped sense of humor.”
Brie’s eyes widened. She was amused that Lea was placing the blame on Sir. “You really think he’s the problem?”
Lea hugged her compassionately. “Don’t feel bad. Your Master is exceptional in a lot of other areas.”
She couldn’t tell if Lea was pulling her leg or being serious.
“Oh!” Brie suddenly gasped, pressing her hand against her stomach.
Lea frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. The baby’s just being super active right now.”
Lea bit her lip for a moment before asking, “Mind if I feel it?”
Brie was surprised by the request. “You sure you want to? I remember how creeped out you were the last time.”
Lea shrugged before tentatively placing her hand on Brie’s belly.
Brie guided her hand to the area where the baby was moving. The moment Lea felt a kick, she immediately pulled her hand back. “Wow! That was a really strong kick. Does it hurt?”
“No. However, it does get uncomfortable at times.”
Lea placed her hand back on Brie’s stomach and stood there with a wistful look on her face while she felt the baby’s movements. When she caught Brie staring at her, she removed her hand and laughed self-consciously. “You’ve got a feisty little alien there.”
Brie only nodded.
She was certain Lea had been daydreaming about what a little version of Hunter might look like. She remembered when she used to do that with Sir back in her training days, and it made her smile.
The Red Box
The Reynolds insisted on taking Hope overnight. They wanted to give the two children quality “cousin time” together. Knowing how important it was, Brie eagerly agreed. Besides, it would give her an entire evening to delve into her work.
Lately, she had been trying to solve a mystery concerning Alonzo. She had come across a reference about a private concert for an important client in Mancini’s black book. But she hadn’t found any record of who it was for or where this private performance took place.
Brie felt certain if she had access to the letters, she would find the information she was looking for. As it was, she had to rely solely on her ability to google it, and she hadn’t been successful in finding anything yet.
Armed with a variety of new keywords, she settled in for a long session of sleuthing.
Sir called up from downstairs, “Durov is on the phone.”
Brie jumped up from her desk and hurried downstairs to join him, hoping Rytsar had some good news. It wasn’t until she made it to the bottom of the stairs that she noticed the mischievous glint in Sir’s eyes.
“We’ll be taking the call in the bedroom.”
She smiled as she followed him, wondering what the two Doms had planned. Putting the phone on speaker, Sir stated, “She’s here.”
“Excellent,” Rytsar replied, his rich Russian accent filling the room.
“What’s going on?” she asked Sir.
The Russian answered, “I have missed you, radost moya.”
Her heart squeezed with love for him. “I’ve missed you too, Rytsar.”
Sir held up the red box.
Finally! She was about to find out what was in it…
He lifted the lid and pulled out a dildo that looked suspiciously like Rytsar’s cock. He pressed a button and a trail of purple lights raced up the side of the phallus.
Entranced, Brie stared at it as he set the instrument on the nightstand. Sir then turned off the lights in the room so the only illumination came from the full moon outside.
“I’ll begin by taking her clothes off,” Sir announced in a low voice.
“Excellent,” Rytsar growled.
Sir walked to Brie, brushing his hand against her cheek. That light touch sent tingles through her body. He turned her around and slowly unzipped the back of her dress, then brushed the material off her shoulders.
As Sir undressed her, he detailed exactly what he was doing for Rytsar. When he freed her breasts from her lacy bra, Rytsar commanded, “Squeeze them for me, comrade. Tease her nipples.”
Sir obliged, cupping both breasts in his firm hands and gently squeezing them as he rolled her hard nipples between his fingertips.
Brie moaned in pleasure, leaning back against him.
Sir described his actions as he wrapped his hand around her throat and tilted her head back. “I’m going to kiss her now…”
Brie parted her lips as he claimed her mouth, inviting his sensual embrace.
His possessive h
old on her throat enhanced the kiss as he explored her mouth with his tongue. Her moans grew louder, her pussy aching for him.
“Feel between her legs, moy droog. Tell me how wet she is.”
Sir slipped his hand under her panties and swiped his finger over her wet clit. “She is juicy with need.”
Rytsar’s low, guttural laughter filled the room. “I can only imagine. How does she taste?”
Sir slipped his finger inside her and then ran his finger over her bottom lip before tasting her for himself. “I’ll let her answer.”
Brie licked her lip and replied, “Salty sweet.”
Sir claimed her lips again, her womanly juices mixing with the intoxicating taste of him.
“You will need to pound her hard tonight. I want her to taste her own come.”
Sir growled deep in his chest, obviously liking the idea.
He guided her to the bed, telling Rytsar, “You will want to apply the instrument.”
Brie had no idea what he was talking about.
Anticipating her question, Rytsar said, “I’m placing the electronic stroker on my shaft, which is linked to the dildo I sent you, radost moya. It will simulate whatever you do to it.”
Brie stared at the phallus in excitement. “Ooh…we’re having virtual sex?”
“Da.”
Sir whispered, “Take the phallus and stroke it.”
She picked it up from the nightstand and stroked the length of it with one hand. Rytsar’s manly groan filled the room.
It was like magic, being able to bring him pleasure thousands of miles away.
Sir told Rytsar that he was positioning her against the bed. Sir had Brie press her thighs against the edge. Laying a pillow on the bed to support her torso, Sir instructed her to bend over and lay her chest on the pillow while still holding the dildo with both hands.
He then grabbed a towel from the bathroom and carefully placed it under her feet. Brie bit her lip, excited by the fact he was preparing to make her gush with come.
Laying her torso against the pillow, she grasped the phallus tightly in her hands. She was rewarded with Rytsar’s groan of pleasure.
When she kissed the tip of it, he growled and commanded, “Suck me, radost moya.”
Brie wrapped her lips around the head of the shaft and began sucking.
“I can feel the pressure of your mouth,” he said huskily.
Curious as to just how much he could feel, she swirled her tongue around the hood of the dildo.”
“Blyad…” he groaned in appreciation.
Realizing how sensitive the instrument was, Brie slowly took the length of it down her throat. Hearing his low grunts of appreciation made her pussy even wetter.
Sir took advantage of it, slipping his rigid shaft into her. “Fuck, she’s hot.”
“I can imagine,” Rytsar replied lustfully.
Lying against the bed in the dark, Brie imagined Rytsar was physically there with them, playing out the scene. She continued to deep throat the shaft while Sir pushed the full length of his cock into her. He changed the angle of his thrusts to ensure the head of his cock rubbed against her G-spot.
Brie pressed her teeth into the shaft around the ridge of the cock and heard Rytsar suck in his breath. “Do you like that?”
“Da…” he growled hoarsely.
While Brie concentrated on providing Rytsar with the best blowjob of his life, Sir was equally set on making her gush. Her pussy was already super wet, making a delightfully juicy sound every time he thrust into her. Even Rytsar could hear it.
“Is she close, moy droog?”
“Yes,” he answered, smacking her on the ass.
It was true. Each stroke of his cock was bringing her closer to orgasm. It didn’t take long before she was whimpering in need as she sucked on Rytsar’s shaft.
The Russian let out a low chuckle. “I can feel that.”
It was exhilarating to have this intimate connection with him after being apart for so long. She deep throated the shaft again, making little up and down movements to tighten her throat around the phallus.
His guttural cry of pleasure sent her over the edge and her pussy contracted powerfully as a gush of wetness covered Sir’s cock.
“She’s coming hard,” he informed Rytsar. Sir remained still as her inner muscles squeezed his shaft in rhythmic waves of pleasure.
“Put me inside,” Rytsar ordered through gritted teeth.
Sir immediately pulled out and Brie slipped the phallus into her wet pussy as the last pulses of her orgasm caressed it. Hearing Rytsar groan as he came caused her pussy to contract tightly around the toy, intensifying the experience for both of them.
She pulled out the dildo and licked the head of the shaft, murmuring, “My come tastes like sweet water, Rytsar.”
Sir let out a lustful growl, filling her with his cock in a solid thrust. Leaning down he growled, “I’m going to make you come even harder.”
Brie held her breath as he ramped up the speed of his thrusts. Rather than fucking her deeper, he concentrated his efforts on stimulating her G-spot.
“Oh God, oh God…” she whimpered as her thighs began to shake.
“Come for me, téa,” Sir commanded.
Her body responded to his command, stiffening as the tidal wave raced toward her. This orgasm was so powerful, she momentarily lost herself in it.
Sir grunted in satisfaction as he knelt on the floor next to the bed and buried his mouth in her mound, licking her freshly-come pussy.
“Fuck, you taste good…”
Brie’s thighs continued to tremble as Sir repositioned himself and thrust his shaft into her again. The sexy sound of skin slapping against skin filled their bedroom as he pumped his seed into her, enjoying his own release.
Her cries of pleasure came out in mewing gasps as she floated on the sub high caused by the unique threesome.
“Did radost moya survive?” Rytsar teased.
Sir swept a strand of hair from her face and smiled. “She’s still flying.”
“Good.”
Sir joined Brie on the bed, wrapping his arms around her. “It was a spirited fucking.”
Rytsar chuckled. “Da. I feel as if radost moya sucked the life out of me.”
Brie nodded. She had felt the same intensity with Sir.
“I’d say your new toy was a success,” Sir murmured, kissing Brie on the neck.
“Agreed, comrade.”
Brie let out a sigh of contentment, snuggling against Sir as she enjoyed the pleasurable haze of her sub high while listening to the two men talk.
“Moy droog, while I was impressed by the number of donuts you sent, I was not prepared to receive a new box every week. Are you trying to make me fat?”
Sir chuckled. “I figured you could learn how to share.”
“Never! I’ve had to increase my exercise to account for them.”
“That’s your solution?”
“When it comes to donuts, I have no wish to share,” he growled.
Sir snorted. “You remind me of a dog with three tennis balls in its mouth.”
“While it may be uncomfortable, moy droog, you’re looking at one contented animal.”
“You or the dog?”
Brie could imagine Rytsar’s smirk when he answered, “Both.”
“Would you like me to stop the shipments, then?”
“Nyet! I count on my daily Blueberry Bourbon Basil donut to keep me sane.”
Sir began stroking Brie’s hair, a smile playing on his lips. “Fine, I’ll keep the supply chain coming.”
“Good.” Rytsar suddenly let out a frustrated sigh. “Sadly, I must go. I need to shower before my meeting.”
Brie glanced out the window at the night sky. His words had reminded her of the vast time zone difference between them.
“What is the meeting about?” Sir asked.
“We’re finalizing plans for the construction of the containment facility. I’ll send the blueprints for your approval once
we conclude the meeting.”
Brie lifted her head. “Construction is about to begin?”
“Da, it is,” he stated proudly.
A sense of peace suddenly washed over her. “I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.”
“Sweet dreams, radost moya…”
After Rytsar ended the call, Brie gazed into Sir’s eyes with a sense of growing relief. “It’s really happening, Sir.”
“It is, babygirl.” He kissed her on the forehead and began stroking her hair again. “You can rest easy now.”
Perfect Day
Brie woke up the next morning overflowing with excitement. Unable to contain it, she quietly slid out of bed and slipped her clothes on.
Heading outside, she walked barefoot in the sand to the water’s edge and watched the waves gently roll in around her feet.
She attributed her sense of well-being to the knowledge that the construction of the facility was about to begin. Having Lilly safely locked up and receiving medical care for her mental issues would ease Brie’s fears and allow her to fully embrace the birth that was coming. Ever since she was confronted with the situation at the convent and was forced to deal with Lilly’s deteriorating mental health, Brie had been subconsciously on alert every minute of every day.
Now, the pressure of those fears had an end date. Once Lilly was transferred, Brie could relax. Knowing that time was coming soon brought her a feeling of immense relief.
When she felt the baby kick, Brie looked down at her stomach and smiled. “I can’t wait to meet you, little one. You have a big sister who will look after you, as well as the most amazing daddy.” Tears came to her eyes when she imagined the moment when Sir held their baby in his arms for the first time…
It would be breathtakingly beautiful.
The instant Kylie’s death came to mind, Brie pushed it away. “I control my thoughts!” Brie shouted over the waves.
She was determined not to let anything ruin the incredible feeling of peace she was experiencing today. Turning toward the house, she saw Sir standing at their back door, smiling at her.
Her joy increased tenfold as she walked into his open arms.