by Red Phoenix
“You are an exceptionally kindhearted woman,” he told her while she worked.
Abby laughed quietly.
He gently took hold of her wrist and stopped her. “The compliment is sincere.”
She blushed a deep shade of red. “Oh, Mr. Davis, I—”
“Nurse Abby, you should know the care you put into your patients helps speed their recovery.”
“I just love helping people,” she replied, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s what I was born to do.”
“That’s evident in the tone of your voice, and the care you put into your duties. As a man who has experienced your nursing skills firsthand, I must thank you.”
She fanned her face. “Oh, you are making me blush so hard right now.”
“My intention is to express my sincerest gratitude.”
“Oh, it’s been expressed, and then some. Now, let me finish here.” She giggled as she buttoned the two remaining buttons on his shirt. “I think that about does it,” she stated when she was done. “And the flowers should be here any—”
The knock on the door alerted him to their arrival, the last item on his list.
Abby went to open the door and invited the deliveryman with a large vase of red roses to come in.
“Where would you like these, sir?”
Thane nodded toward Abby. “Let her decide. She knows where they can go so they won’t block the equipment in the room.”
“Good, because there are eleven more of these coming,” the man told him, turning to Abby. “Miss, where should this one go?”
She pointed to the counter next to the sink and followed him out to help him bring in the others. By the time the two were done, the room was filled with the sweet scent of roses with the bouquets spread throughout the room.
After Thane had tipped the man, he told Abby, “Once our evening is over, I would like you to make sure that each nurse gets a bouquet, including yourself.”
“I would be happy to, Mr. Davis.” She looked around the room counting silently and lamented, “But there won’t be any left for your wife if I do.”
“That won’t be an issue,” he assured her. Thane had already ordered a unique arrangement to be delivered to their apartment while Brie was with him tonight. A special bouquet to remind her of this first scene together as Master and sub since the plane crash.
“Is there anything more I can do?”
“Two things, actually. Would you take one of the roses and lay in on the tray, and then turn off the lights so I can see the overall effect?”
She wheeled the tray over to him so he could to reach the items on it and pulled a large blossom out of one of the vases, setting it next to the holographic flame.
Abby then reached for the switch on her way out, shutting it off. The light from the holographic fire filled the room with a warm, flickering glow.
“Perfect,” he stated. When she went to turn the lights back on, he stopped her. “No, keep it like this.”
“Enjoy your evening, Mr. Davis. You two deserve a night of celebration.”
Thane turned on the playlist he’d selected for Brie and waited patiently for her to walk through the door. He was extremely curious about what she would be wearing.
The girl teased him by arriving in the same tailored black trench coat she’d worn during her Submissive Training days.
When Brie walked through the door, she immediately stopped. The low, erotic beat of the music added to the seductive ambiance, and he watched in satisfaction as she looked around the room in awe.
“Oh, Sir…”
Shutting the door behind her, Brie walk over to him, her eyes drawn to the dancing holographic flames. She seemed entranced by it.
“This is so amazing,” she said in wonder as she looked around the room.
“Nurse Abby helped.”
“She’s an incredible person.”
“She is…” Thane agreed. He reached out and pulled on the belt of her coat. “So, Mrs. Davis, what do you have on under this coat you’re wearing?”
Brie gave him a flirtatious grin as she twisted back and forth where she stood. “I decided not to go fancy, Sir.”
He growled huskily. “Show me.”
Brie undid her belt and undid each button slowly, glancing at him with a shy smile that was beguiling. Opening up her coat, she revealed that she was only wearing thigh-high stockings and heels.
“You always said I looked good in these.”
“Yes, you do, babygirl. Lose the coat and turn for me.”
Brie set the coat over the back of a chair and then proudly stood before him, turning so he could admire every angle of her body.
“It’s still true. I prefer you in nothing but stockings and heels.”
She moved over to him, her ample breasts highlighted by the dancing light of the red and orange flames. Thane caressed the rounded swell of her breast, his cock already aching from seeing her naked body.
“I need you, woman.”
Brie leaned closer, whispering provocatively, “Good. I need to be needed.”
Thane groaned when their lips met, and he hungrily explored her mouth with his tongue. Using his senses, he took in all of Brie—reveling in her scent, the sounds of her moans, her soft skin, and the taste of those sexy lips.
He longed to take her, but chose not to give into that desire. But, oh, how he wanted to sink his cock deep into her…
Between kisses, Thane asked, “Did you bring the wand?”
She smiled, kissing him again before answering. “I did, Sir.”
“Go get it.”
Brie reluctantly broke away to dig through her large purse, producing the item he’d requested.
“Clean off the instrument before you plug it in and hand it to me, téa.” He emphasized her sub name, officially announcing the beginning of the scene he had planned.
“It would be my pleasure, Master,” she answered, bowing gracefully.
Brie was seductively slow in her movements as she performed the task, handing him the Magic Wand with a playful smile when she was done. Kneeling in an open position before him, she waited for her next task.
“Stand and undress me,” Thane commanded in a low, gravelly tone.
Brie’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as she obeyed, sliding the railing down so she could complete his wishes. Just as before, she remained slow and seductive in her movements as she removed each piece of clothing, leaving him lying there naked with a raging hard-on by the time she was finished.
“Oh, Master…” she purred, gazing at his manhood hungrily.
Thane pushed himself over to the side of the bed and petted the empty space. “Join me.”
She climbed onto the bed and curled up beside him, spooning her body against him.
“Open those legs, téa.” Reaching down, he stroked her smooth mound, groaning when he felt how wet she was. “So wet, babygirl,” he growled lustfully.
“Your princely cock has that effect on me.”
Thane liked her answer and leaned forward, biting her gently on the neck as he began to play with her clit.
Brie instinctively pressed against him, her body needing the connection as much as he did.
Knowing where they were headed, and impatient to get there, Thane picked up the wand and turned it on. Brie let out a small squeak and moaned loudly when he pressed it against her clit.
“Don’t hold back, babygirl.”
Thane was actually surprised by how quickly she came. When he turned off the vibrator, she turned her head, a pink blush coloring her cheeks. “I really needed that.”
“Apparently.” He leaned down to kiss her. Without breaking the embrace, he turned the wand back on, returning it between her legs. He played with her this time, pulling it back whenever she tensed for an orgasm—building her climax up so it would be more satisfying when she finally released. When he deemed the timing was right, he pressed it against her clit and held it there, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
Feeling
her tense and squirm as her orgasm took over turned him on. He kissed her while she came, burning with desire to claim her.
Afterward, he broke away, giving himself a little space to calm his libido. The last thing Thane wanted was to come before he even had a chance to take her. Chuckling to himself, he told her, “You have my body wound up like a top, babygirl.”
“Take me…” she whispered.
He almost lost it, hearing her heartfelt plea. Swallowing down his desire, wanting to play out the scene as he had intended, Thane reached over her to get the rose from off the tray. He plucked off two large petals and placed them on each of her eyelids. It was in homage to a session they’d enjoyed at the Training Center soon after he’d collared her.
“Take in the scent of the blossoms as you concentrate on my touch,” he instructed.
Brie smiled when he brushed the rose against her stomach.
“It’s so ticklish, Master.”
“Take it like a good sub and don’t move,” he murmured.
Tracing the flower over the soft curve of her neck, he saw the goosebumps it created and smiled to himself. He loved playing with Brie on so many levels.
Feeling devilish, he headed toward her breasts, taking delight when her nipples hardened as he teased them with the soft petals.
Thane traced concentric circles on her stomach and noticed her breathing had become more shallow and rapid.
He teased her body with the rose for several minutes, but found he was too desperate to wait. When he could not hold back his passion any longer, Thane pulled out the tube of lubricant from under his pillow.
Brie lay there, the two rose petals acting as her blindfold, as she waited, unsure what he had planned next.
Putting a generous amount in his hand, he began rubbing his aching cock with it.
When she heard the slippery sound, she moaned loudly.
Thane growled in her ear. “Yes, téa, I am about to fuck that sweet ass of yours.”
She arched her back as she rubbed her breasts sensually in anticipation. “Oh, I can’t wait to feel you, Master…”
Once his cock was properly lubed, he took the petals from her eyes and told her, “I need you to put up the railing and lay on your side.”
He stared at the shapely ass she presented to him as she lay settled beside him. He took a moment to admire its beauty—dragging out the anticipation for them both. He then placed his fingers, still covered in lubricant, against her pink rosette and rubbed against it.
Brie moaned in appreciation.
“You like that?” he murmured lustfully.
“I love it when you touch me there.”
“Then maybe you’ll like this even more…” He slowly slipped his finger inside and felt her shudder with pleasure.
Had it not been such a long time, he would have played with her, but he seriously needed to sink his cock into that fine ass. Grabbing his rigid shaft, Thane pressed the head of his cock against her tight rosette.
He loved the initial resistance as her body instinctually fought against the invasion. But there always came that moment when it gave into his need and her body relaxed, allowing him to breach the taut opening.
They both voiced their satisfaction as his cock slowly slipped into her. He had not experienced the added tightness six months of pregnancy caused, and found it only served to heighten his experience.
“Oh, babygirl…” Grabbing onto the railing for leverage, he pushed his cock deeper into her.
Brie moaned in pure bliss.
He nuzzled her ear as he began slowly thrusting. Thane knew he wouldn’t last much longer, so he picked up the wand. “Hold this against your clit while I fuck this sexy ass.”
Brie whimpered in excitement as she turned it on and pressed the toy against her mound. The vibration against his cock was intense, making it nearly impossible to hold back his orgasm.
Thane waited until Brie cried out, her inner muscles milking his cock as she came. It only took a few quick thrusts before he was joining her in his own powerful climax. He pressed his lips against her neck as his body released burst after burst of his seed, leaving him completely and achingly spent after the last thrust.
He wrapped his arms around Brie and lay there, his shaft still inside her, content to soak in the afterglow of their connection.
Thane was surprised to hear Brie crying. “What is it, babygirl?”
She looked back at him, her bottom lip trembling. “I have missed this part of us. It almost hurts, I’m so happy right now.”
He leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. “This is our fresh beginning, téa. I have so much more planned for us in the years ahead.”
She gazed into his eyes. “I’m so grateful to call you husband, but I will always think of you as my Master first. I didn’t realize that until tonight.”
He wiped away the remaining tear from her cheek. “You are all things to me—submissive, lover, friend, wife, and soon-to-be-mother of my child. No matter what name you answer to, be it Brie, téa, babygirl, or little mama, you are the same beautiful soul I fell in love with that night you met me after class.”
“I’m so in love with you, Sir.”
“I—” He felt his voice catch, overwhelmed by the powerful love he felt for her. “I am hopelessly in love with you.”
He leaned forward, their lips meeting halfway.
“Condors,” she sighed, contently.
“Until the end of time…”
Brother
Thane felt a tremendous flood of emotion when Durov walked through the door of his hospital room. The man looked terrible, beat up and battered, a skeleton of the burly Russian he knew—but he was alive.
The first thing Durov did was to walk up to Brie and put his hand on her stomach. “Oh, radost moya, you have grown…”
The heartfelt gesture moved Thane, and it seemed only natural when Durov leaned down to kiss her. But Durov immediately looked over at Thane and apologized. “I am sorry. I couldn’t resist.”
Thane only smiled, trying to rein in the emotions threatening to overwhelm him. Answering in a gruff voice, he said, “Ah hell, I’d kiss you, too, if that were my thing. Get over here.”
Pulling himself into an upright position, Thane embraced his blood brother. He refused to let go, shocked that this day had truly come.
It was literally minutes before the two of them finally let each other go.
Looking at the number of wounds covering his body, Thane exclaimed, “Damn it, man, you look terrible. Seriously terrible.”
Brie rushed to embrace Durov, burying her face in his chest. She, too, was in shock and cried, “I can’t believe it…”
Durov looked at Thane with a half-grin.
The look of contentment on that broken face seared itself into Thane’s mind. No matter his condition, Durov was back, and all was right with the world again.
Thane had experienced this once before with Durov, many years ago, when the Russian had returned to his motherland. Thane had grown worried after losing contact with him days after he’d left the States.
Concerned for Durov’s life after the violent confrontation with Samantha, he’d dropped everything and had headed to Russia to find his friend…
“Where is he?” Thane demanded, pounding on Andrev’s door.
Durov’s brother answered it, looking at Thane in disgust. “No one has seen the bastard, and I don’t care if I ever do again. Anton is bad news for this family. Mother is dead, and he spouts crazy talk?”
A deadly chill went through Thane.
After suffering the loss of Tatianna, Thane knew Durov would not be able to handle the death of his beloved mother.
“What happened to her?”
Andrev’s mouth curled into a snarl. “She is dead, psikh. That is all you need to know.”
“Where’s Anton?” Thane insisted, not willing to leave until he got the answers he needed.
“I told you—my brother is bad news. We are all better off withou
t him.”
Without hesitating or thinking of the consequences, Thane punched the asshole in the jaw and welcomed the pain that shot through his hand as he watched Andrev stagger from the impact.
The man sneered. “Apparently, you are as crazy as Anton.” He spat at Thane’s feet and turned his back on him.
Thane growled angrily, “He needs our help.”
Andrev turned his head, a sarcastic smile on his face. “Da, he is in need of help. The kind you get in a mental institution for the criminally insane.”
Thane wound up for another swing, but Andrev skirted to the side, yelling, “Go back to America, psikh. You are not wanted here.”
“I’m not here for you.”
“If fate is just, Anton is already dead.”
Thane saw only red as he rushed Andrev, knocking him to the ground before pummeling his face. If it hadn’t been for a couple of beefy neighbors nearby pulling Thane off of him, Andrev would have ended up in the hospital and Thane would have been headed for a Russian prison.
Instead, Andrev brushed himself off as he glared at Thane. “I hope you both get what you deserve.” He spat at Thane before walking away.
The encounter with his brother left Thane exactly where he’d started.
He still had no idea where Durov was. Panic began to set in, knowing he might be facing another suicide.
Thane looked at the scar on his wrist. Even though Durov had made a solemn vow to him, Thane was afraid that the shock of his mother’s murder would prove too much after all he’d been through.
After visiting the popular drinking establishments of Moscow without any success, Thane began walking through the seedier parts of the city, checking the backstreets and alleys along the way.
That’s where he finally ran across Durov, sprawled out on the ground, unconscious, his face covered in blood.
Thane asked one of the panhandlers nearby if he knew what had happened to him.
The man shook his head. “You don’t want to be around when he wakes up. That one is a berserker. Completely mad.”