Tied to Hope (Brie's Submission Book 18)

by Red Phoenix

  “I like seeing you like this,” he said huskily.

  She bit her lip and smiled.

  Rytsar gazed at her with a mixture of tenderness and lust as he pushed her down. “On your knees. You will suck Thane first.”

  Brie’s heart did a flip-flop as Rytsar helped her to the floor with her wrists secured firmly behind her back.

  She loved the intoxicating contrast of being in control while being completely helpless…

  As both men undressed in front of her, Brie admired the contrast of their bodies. Sir’s toned chest covered in dark hair and Rytsar’s muscular one covered in scars.

  When Sir stepped closer to her with his hard shaft, she looked up at him. She was immediately reminded of the first time she took his cock into her mouth on stage at the Submissive Training Center.

  He’d tied her hands back then, as well, helping her to take his shaft deep into her throat.

  Everything about Sir was physically pleasing, from his chiseled face all the way down to those powerful thighs that framed his handsome cock.

  “Open yourself to me,” he commanded in a low, sultry voice.

  Brie smiled as she opened her lips to take his shaft into her mouth. After years under his personal instruction, she knew exactly what Sir preferred, which made the satin ribbon restraint unnecessary. However, the memories it evoked of being bound this way helped to heighten her arousal as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

  She began by flicking her tongue against his frenulum and around the sensitive ridge of the head. Sir gathered her hair with one hand, using it to guide her, gradually forcing his cock deeper down her throat.

  Rytsar grunted his approval when she finally took its entirety.

  Brie kept her eyes on Sir, making muffled moans of pleasure as he began thrusting into her mouth. It was incredible to compare that inexperienced girl who was so determined to deep throat his shaft to the woman she was now who actually took profound pleasure in the act.

  Rytsar cleared his throat. “Brie…”

  Her heart quickened as she disengaged from Sir with a smile on her lips, before turning her attention on Rytsar.

  Meeting the blue intensity of his gaze, she took his rigid cock in her mouth and swallowed, taking the head of his shaft down her throat.

  “Go slowly,” he commanded.

  Normally, Rytsar liked it deep and fast, so she pulled away to start again. This time, she concentrated on his balls first, sucking them, then nibbling up the length of his cock before encasing the head of his shaft with her lips.

  He let out a groan of satisfaction as she made love to him with her tongue, teeth, and lips.

  “What a difference proper instruction makes,” he grunted, glancing over at Sir.

  Sir looked down at her proudly. “She has exceeded her instruction.”

  “Da…” Rytsar agreed huskily, taking her head in his hands to stop her. “She may be too good at this point.”

  Brie’s heart swelled with pride on hearing his praise. She tickled his frenulum with her tongue and he immediately pulled out of her mouth, giving her a stern look.

  “Such a naughty kotenok.”

  Brie suddenly realized how foolish it was to tease a sadist when Rytsar wrapped his hand around the back of her neck while she was still in a kneeling position. With gentle pressure, he forced her head to the floor.

  She lay there with her cheek against the cold marble and her ass in the air.

  “I almost came against my will,” Rytsar complained to Sir.

  Sir smirked in response. “Then she needs to be taught a lesson.”

  Brie quivered on the floor, knowing she’d been too cocky with her tongue, but deciding it was worth it to know she still had that kind of power over the Russian.

  Chills of excitement began to course through her when Rytsar pulled on her leash, helping her to her feet so he could lead her to his bedroom.

  After untying the red satin, Rytsar ordered her on the bed and the two men descended on her. Their last encounter in California had been rough and demanding, but tonight they were gentle with her, their caresses light and teasing.

  Brie closed her eyes, giving in to their passionate exploration. Sir concentrated on her breasts while Rytsar stroked her pussy with his fingers.

  She wanted to join in their exploration, and asked, “May I touch you both?”

  Sir looked up from her breast and smiled seductively. “You may, Brie.”

  Again, she felt a thrill on hearing him speak her given name during the scene.

  His sensual lips returned to her, moving from her nipple to the valley between her breasts where he left a long, slow trail of kisses down to her stomach. Rytsar added to those sensations with playful nibbles up the length of her thigh—both men teasing her to distraction with their talented mouths.

  Rytsar had the leash wrapped around his hand, keeping it taut. That light but constant pull on the collar kept her focused on it, adding to the heady feeling of being dominated.

  Brie reached out to touch both men, lovingly caressing Rytsar’s tattoo-covered shoulder while the fingers of her other hand danced over the toned muscles of Sir’s back.

  Rytsar pulled on the leash, saying in his sexy Russian accent, “I am going to eat your pussy, Brianna.”

  Her heart started racing, having never heard Rytsar call her by her formal given name. She watched with heightened attention as he settled between her legs and gave her wet pussy a long, slow lick. He looked up at her and vowed. “I’m going to eat you until you cry out to God.”

  Brie held her breath as he gripped her buttocks with both hands and buried his face in her mound.

  Rytsar swirled his tongue around her clit, and then zeroed in on her most sensitive point, sucking and licking it. Every time the stimulation became too much, he backed off, and her body would start to relax—until he started up again.

  Sir took his time worshipping her breasts, tugging and pulling on one nipple while he sucked and licked the other. Both men knew her body so well that every touch, suck and lick brought her closer to climax.

  Brie reached down to run her hand over Rytsar’s clean-shaven head just before she threw her head back and moaned in ecstasy.

  Rytsar stopped momentary and looked up from between her legs. “I do not give you permission to come.”

  Her eyes widened, unprepared for that command. He started sucking her clit with a teasing rhythm while Sir moved from her breasts to her mouth.

  Brie had to fight off the delicious heat the Russian was creating in her nether regions. Sir’s gentle kisses contrasted with the intense stimulation Rytsar was creating, and the combination drove her wild.

  She moaned louder, squirming against Rytsar’s tongue. She heard his low laughter, just before he made slurping sounds as he took things to another level.

  Brie’s moans soon turned into short gasps as her thighs began to shake.

  When he suddenly stopped and swirled his finger slowly around her swollen clit, she knew she was going to lose it.

  “Oh, God…oh, God…oh, God…Anton…” she whimpered, trying to stop the orgasm.

  Rytsar chuckled as he took another lick. Lifting his wet chin from her pussy, he growled. “Come, Brianna.”

  She stopped fighting and gave in to the erotic heat he had created. Meanwhile, Sir pressed his lips firmly against hers. Embracing the fire as she tensed for release, Brie let go, crying into Sir’s mouth.

  Brie felt like a wet noodle afterward, and lay there in a contented daze.

  Rytsar pulled on her leash. “I need more.”

  Chills of excitement flowed over her skin as the two men repositioned her.

  Brie settled down on Sir’s cock, grinding her sensitive pussy against him, the juicy wet sound of her excitement filling the room.

  Sir looked up at her, his eyes searching the depth of hers. “I’m in love with you, Brie.”

  She felt chills on hearing those words and their power made her heart race.

/>   In the past, whenever the three of them scened together, they’d never blurred the lines of the power exchange. She was Sir’s téa and Rytsar’s radost moya.

  But this…this was intensely intimate on a different level.

  Sir pulled her down on him so her chest rested against him. He whispered in her ear, “I know your desires. Even those you are afraid to voice aloud…”

  She felt tingles, remembering when he had voiced those words at the cabin.

  As if on cue, Rytsar came up behind her, grasping her buttocks as he pressed his cock into her tight ass. She purred as he slipped inside, stretching and opening her body to accommodate them both.

  “I want to feel my cock deep inside you, Brianna.”

  She moaned, pushing against him in order to take the full length of his shaft. “Oh, Anton…”

  When both men began alternating their strokes, she screamed in ecstasy.

  Brie always marveled at how these two men could play with her so seamlessly. It was as if they were as connected to each other as they were to her. There was never a missed step or an awkward moment whenever they scened as a threesome.

  She assumed it was due to the many years they’d known each other, the tragedies they’d suffered together, and the unusual bond that they had made as blood brothers.

  It was a privilege to be the center of attention with such extraordinary men.

  They were thorough in their claiming, seeking to please her in a myriad of ways before seeking release for themselves. There was no doubt that both Rytsar and Sir found immense enjoyment in her pleasure. They never seemed to tire of their sensual connection with her.

  But today was different…

  It seemed every touch, every taste, was being savored. She cherished the intensity of their lovemaking, and the tears began to fall.

  This was a mix of the most profound love and the most intense pleasure.

  Brie cried out, moved in a way she’d never experienced before. Sir met that cry by pressing his lips hard against hers, melding his desire with hers.

  Who knew such feelings could fuse together to create a sensation so heartbreakingly delicious?

  She came again without any warning.

  Both men groaned in response.

  In a relationship this close, there was no need to hide their true feelings. It allowed all their emotions to exist together in the same moment—love and loss, pain and pleasure, fear and joy.

  All of it came together, propelling Brie upward on a sub high unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Both men came inside her while calling her name.

  Afterward, they lay in the bed together, the immensity of the love between them still palpable like the sun on their skin.

  “Thank you, radost moya,” Rytsar said, unfastening the collar around her neck. He leaned down and kissed her sweaty skin where the collar had rested. Then, in typical sadist fashion, he bit down, leaving a bruising mark on her throat.

  While he tucked a sweaty lock of stray hair behind her ear, she asked him, “Do you feel loved?”

  “I do.”

  He smiled at her before he lay back down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

  Silence filled the room as they basked in the warmth of each other’s presence.

  “Are you planning to stay, brother?” Sir asked, finally breaking the silence.

  Rytsar blinked slowly several times, before answering. “Nyet, I will go back with you. Viktor does not need me anymore.”

  Brie could hear the subtle ache in his voice and knew he was mourning the loss of the future he’d thought he’d have here.

  She slid her hand into his. “I have an idea.”

  Brie saw a slight smirk as he continued to stare up at the ceiling. “What?”

  “What if we bought a house up here? Something perfect for children and close enough to Viktor that he could come for overnights to visit with his dyadya?”

  Rytsar turned his head. “What are you saying?”

  “Sir and I were thinking of getting a second home here in Moscow.”

  “You were?” he asked, looking at Sir.

  “Naturally. It’s important to stay close to family.”

  Smiling excitedly, she told him, “There’s no reason you can’t use it whenever you return to your homeland.”

  “I don’t take charity,” he scoffed.

  Brie giggled. “It’s not charity. It’s a good use for a home that needs people in it.”

  He smiled as he looked back up at the ceiling. “I may have to join you on your hunt for a house, radost moya. To ensure it meets my standards.”

  Brie grinned, squeezing his hand.

  But Rytsar slowly lost his smile. “I should have known something was not right with Sasha.”

  “No one could have known,” Sir assured him.

  “But I remember being surprised when Sasha kept pushing hard to get married, despite the casual BDSM relationship we shared.”

  “You never told us that,” Brie said, sitting up to look at him.

  Rytsar shrugged. “I saw no reason to mention it because I was at an impasse. While I didn’t want the child to remain a bastard, I’d already sworn myself to Tatianna and will marry no other.”

  Again, Brie was struck by the fact that Rytsar was a condor.

  “I’m glad you did not have to make a choice either way,” Sir told him.

  Rytsar sighed. “I can’t help feeling I failed her.”

  “Her fate was sealed, brother. There is nothing you could have done to change the outcome. But, you were able to give Sasha the only thing that mattered to her—peace of mind about her son’s future.”

  “I should be angry at her for her lies and the consequences they would have had on me and my family, but…I understand her reasons and feel no resentment toward her.” Rytsar turned to look at Sir. “When I got up this morning, I was ready to rip her apart. Crazy the difference twelve hours can make.”

  Sir frowned. “I never would have guessed the truth behind her lies.”

  “And I wouldn’t have known it if it hadn’t been for you,” Rytsar replied.

  “Truthfully, I did it for me. The only way I could support the future you had chosen was to eliminate any doubt about the validity of her claim. Unfortunately, I am not a very trusting person.”

  “Me neither, moy droog. That’s why we get along so well,” he laughed.

  Brie gave each of them a kiss. “I cannot wait to get back home and snuggle with Hope.”

  “Yes, I will have to tell moye solntse about her cousin in Russia and the herd of ponies I am going to buy her.”

  Brie giggled. Then, gazing into his blue eyes, she whispered, “Are you really okay, Anton?”

  “I will be.” He kissed her on the forehead before getting up as he headed to the bathroom.

  He returned a few minutes later, drying off his chest with a towel. He walked up to Sir, who was still lying on the bed beside Brie. Without any warning, he twisted up the towel and snapped it on Sir’s thigh.

  “What the hell?” Sir yelled, caught off guard by the sneak attack.

  Rytsar smirked. “It’s time we plan a date for the isle, moy droog…”

  Their Voices

  After returning from Russia, Brie was driven by a burning desire to finish her second documentary. Sasha’s death had reminded her of how fleeting life was and it helped spur her on as she devoted countless hours to complete the film.

  Brie believed the only way one could truly live on through the ages was through art—and her art was film.

  The moment she finished, Brie ran into Sir’s office and cried, “I’m done!”

  He stood up with open arms and picked her up, twirling her in the air. “Congratulations, babygirl. I’m so proud of you.”

  When he set her down, they indulged in a long kiss.

  Brie could hear Hope bouncing in her bouncy seat, and went to pick her up. Sir had watched over her for weeks so Brie could concentrate on the film. Lifting Hope up, Brie twirled
her just as Sir had.

  Brie told her, “Mommy is done, so that means it’s time to party Hollywood style.”

  Brie could hardly contain her excitement as she and Lea prepared the house for the big party. Lea had insisted on coming over to help decorate, while Sir and Rytsar went off to rent a giant screen and projector.

  Thankfully, Boa had offered to bring hors d’oeuvres for the special viewing, which Brie was eternally grateful for. With Boa in charge, she was guaranteed killer snacks for the event without the stress of having to prepare them herself. In her current state of chaos, it could have spelled disaster and she would never have been able to live that down with Marquis Gray in attendance.

  Brie had envisioned something grand and had rented long red velvet curtains with gold, braided ties. She wanted to transform their great room into a movie theater. To enhance the look, she had also rented red velvet Louis chairs to give the room a more theater-like feel.

  “Are you nervous?” Lea asked as she helped Brie hang the curtains.

  “Not about the film. I think it’s great.” Brie blushed. “I guess that sounds really conceited of me.”

  “Not at all, girlfriend. You should feel that way about anything you create. It’s a sign that you’re confident in your work.”

  “What I’m really nervous about is if the people I filmed will like how I treated their individual scenes. I really tried to showcase each person and to highlight the important elements of the scene itself, but there were limitations because each one was filmed in a different setting.”

  “I think that is what is going to make this film incredible. All that variety is bound to capture people’s imagination.”

  “That or it’ll end up looking like a hodgepodge of scenes thrown together with no real substance,” Brie fretted.

  Lea put an arm around her. “You create art, woman. I totally trust your creative eye and that big heart of yours,” she said, pressing her hand against Brie’s chest. “It’s what makes you stand out from all the rest.”

  Brie sighed, giving her a half-smile. “Well, if everyone coming tonight feels that way, I’ll be golden.”

  Lea squeezed her tight. “I can’t believe it. Tonight, we get to see your labor of love that has been years in the making. This is so exciting!”