Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (18 page)

His frequent visits, each accompanied by the
removal of a restrictive item, made her hungry for his return. When
Rytsar came the next time, he removed her blindfold. She looked
into the blue eyes of her captor and quivered in delight. His stare
was bursting with desire for her.

He pulled at the laces of her corset and let
it fall to the ground. He leaned down and took her nipple into his
mouth. She gasped when he sucked forcefully. His other hand played
with her other nipple, pulling and tugging on it with equal
vigor.

She threw her head back and groaned. Would
he take her now? No—he left again. This time he did not return as
quickly. She looked out of the large glass windows at the beach and
watched the waves slowly rush in. It had a calming effect, giving
her the patience to wait him out.

A lone jogger was heading down the beach. He
seemed to look in her direction, but continued on. Soon, however,
he was back and gawking into the bedroom at her half-naked body
tied to the pole. Rytsar’s entourage headed out and shooed him
away.

Brie stood there for what seemed like hours,
desperate for her warrior to come back for her. The waiting, she
realized, was a seductive tactic. Being completely under his power,
not having a say as to when or how he was going to take her, added
a provocative element to the encounter. She needed him to return
for her—she needed him
bad
.

Taking of an Innocent

Rytsar finally returned just as the sun was
setting. She had to calm her breathing; her need for him was great.
That changed when he shut the doors and approached her like a
predatory animal. Instantly, her defenses were up and she whimpered
in alarm.

He threw off his jacket, then removed his
tie and shirt in fluid movements as he stalked around her, spewing
nasty-sounding Russian words. His eyes glowed with unrestrained
lust. She struggled in her bonds as he descended upon her. Brie was
amazed that this Dom knew exactly how to play her emotions to
elicit the desired response.

He grasped the back of her neck
possessively, but this time he lingered centimeters from her lips
before claiming them. She groaned in pleasure as his tongue
violently ravaged her mouth. He was rough with her, but in a way
that only made her hotter. She couldn’t wait to be released from
her bonds.

Rytsar slowly undid the ties, dragging out
the action. When she felt the last of them fall, she tried to make
a break for it. He grabbed her waist and wrestled her to the
ground, crushing her small frame with his considerable weight.

Rytsar pulled her arms above her head and
held her thin wrists with one hand while the other tugged at her
thong. She struggled, but was defenseless to stop him. He threw it
to the side and forced his fingers between her legs.

“No!” she cried, bucking her hips in an
attempt to avoid the penetration, like a proper virgin captive. His
chuckle was low when he felt her moist outer lips. He explored her
smooth pussy, obviously enjoying the soft texture of her bare
skin.

Unfortunately, there was no hiding how much
she desired him, despite her feigned protests. His fingers inched
inside, invading her moist, velvety depths. She stopped struggling,
desperate for his attention after hours of waiting. Rytsar’s
talented manipulations had her body humming for release, but he
denied her that by pulling his fingers out just as she was about to
come.

Though he didn’t lose his grip on her
wrists, she heard him unzip his pants. Apparently, he was going to
take her on the floor and not the luxurious bed a few feet away. It
fit her fantasy. She moaned in delight when she felt his erection
against her thigh. In her story, however, she was an innocent, so
she wanted to give him a convincing battle.

Brie twisted out from under him, but
couldn’t move far due to the painful grip he had on her wrists. He
easily positioned himself between her legs again, and this time
there was no escape. She felt the round head of his cock penetrate
her opening. He took his time, as if he were pushing into the tight
opening of a virgin. She whimpered and cried, loving every second
of his claiming. Once he had sunk his shaft fully inside her wet
walls, he looked into her eyes and murmured what she assumed were
Russian sweet nothings.

She stared up at him and took in his pure
maleness. He was solid and imposing, with his sexy bald head, blue
eyes and the naughty curve to his lips. He let go of her wrists,
then lifted her hips up with both hands.

Brie threw her head back and moaned in
unreserved pleasure. She was finally being fucked by her warrior.
She arched her back and gave her body over to him.

His thrusts were strong and demanding. She
had to remind herself to relax in order to take his entirety. She
groaned as his speed and depth increased. He grabbed handfuls of
her hair, grunting in his own pleasure while his tight pelvic
muscles delivered repeated thrusts.

She could feel the burn on her back as they
slowly inched across the carpet. It added to the brutish feel of
their coupling. She wrapped her legs around his waist and cried out
so the whole house could hear. “Rytsar, you’re too big!” She
screamed loudly, adding, “But I like it, oh,
yes
…! You make
it hurt so good.” Even though she knew he couldn’t understand, she
suspected some of his friends spoke English and it pleased her to
promote his manliness to the crowd.

He grasped her face in his hands and kissed
her deeply while he consumed her with his body. The ridge of his
shaft rubbed that area deep inside that made her legs quiver
uncontrollably. She purred into his mouth as he brought her to the
edge, but then he stopped. Rytsar pulled out, chuckling wickedly
under his breath.

He turned Brie onto her stomach and grunted
out a command she assumed meant ‘stay’. She lay on the carpet,
breathless and needy. He came back to her less than a minute later
and lay on top of her body with his rigid member between her butt
cheeks. He lifted her pelvis up with one hand and pressed his
lubricated cock against her asshole.

Brie hadn’t been expecting him to take her
anally, and she freaked. She clawed the floor, attempting to crawl
away from him. He grabbed her and pulled her back. She screamed out
in real fear then, tears running down her face.

Rytsar held her tightly in both arms and
whispered soothingly, “Shhh…Shhh…” as his cock resumed its position
and began pressing against her anus.

She froze and a small whimper escaped her
lips. He wiped the tears from her cheeks, murmuring softly. A
calmness took over when she realized he was going to be gentle. He
continued to press his cock against her tight hole, demanding
access. He was trying to claim a part of her she hadn’t planned to
give—just like the innocent in her fantasy.

Brie could call out the safe word and end
this encounter, or she could give in and let her warrior have his
way. A tingling sensation crept through her entire body as she made
the conscious decision to surrender. She relaxed in his arms and
stopped crying.

He lifted her ass higher to get a better
angle and grunted as the head of his cock slipped into her
resistant depths. He stayed still, letting her body get used to his
manly girth.

Being taken this way gave her a greater
sense of being possessed by the man. She panted softly, trying not
to resist his masculine assault. When he started shallow strokes,
she forced herself to breathe, helping her muscles to relax around
his cock. He took his time, tender and kind, just as she’d always
imagined her warrior would be—taking what he wanted, but doing it
in a way that made her desire him more.

“Yes, my warrior. Take all of me,” she
moaned. He growled lustfully in her ear. Even though they did not
speak the same language, they seemed to understand each other
perfectly.

His thrusts became more pronounced as her
body molded to him. He had already stimulated her inner spot when
fucking her vaginally, and now he was caressing the same area at a
different angle. She hadn’t thought it was possible, but the first
telltale signs of an orgasm were creeping up on her.

Her breath became more ragged the closer she
got. Rytsar did not change his tempo. He continued the slow, steady
pace, letting her climax build and increase. She turned her head
towards him and he kissed her while he flexed his pelvic muscles
with precision.

Rytsar was an accomplished lover who clearly
knew a woman’s body well. The muscles of her vagina contracted
rhythmically when the orgasm hit. Her whole body tensed and she
made little mewing noises as it overtook her. He pushed his cock in
deeper, and then she felt it grow inside her before it started
pulsating. He groaned as he came, kissing the nape of her neck.

The ending of their climaxes was interrupted
by a knock on the door.

Rytsar barked something in Russian. The
young man answered him earnestly, then he spoke in English. “Miss
Bennett, the police are here. They wish to speak to you
immediately.”

Brie froze. What would the cops want with
her? She hadn’t done anything wrong!

Rytsar slowly disengaged, mumbling what
sounded like Russian curse words. He barked towards the door as he
held his hand out to Brie and helped her up.

The two went to the bathroom and thoroughly
cleaned themselves. He seemed in no hurry to meet with the police.
It made her wonder if he had something to hide, or whether this was
a part of his scenario.

He wrapped her in a fluffy white bathrobe
and then got re-dressed himself. He put his arm around her as he
led her out of the bedroom. Two police officers stood at the front
door. They looked visibly relieved when they saw Brie.

As she walked up to them, she noticed a
third man. She had the distinct feeling she knew him when she
looked into those crystal blue eyes. It threw her off and she
subconsciously grabbed the collar around her neck.

The tallest of the officers spoke first.
“Ma’am, we are sorry to disturb you, but this gentleman called to
report a possible kidnapping and we needed to make sure you are all
right.”

She turned a deep shade of red. “I’m fine,
officers.”

Blue Eyes spoke. “When I saw you tied up I
thought you might be in trouble.”

So he was the jogger on the beach! Brie
stared at him more closely, certain his face was familiar to her.
“I assure you that I am quite fine, although I appreciate the
concern.”

The other officer cleared his throat as he
tipped his hat to her. “We apologize for the inconvenience.
Obviously, we had to investigate, given the unique
circumstances.”

Rytsar barked something to his interpreter,
who replied evenly, “If that is all, Rytsar Donkova would like to
return to his guests.”

Blue Eyes looked around and seemed to note
there were only men in attendance. He sputtered, “Are you sure
everything is okay, Miss? We can take you from this place if you
feel unsafe in any way.”

She suddenly recognized who he was. He was
the man who’d saved her from falling on the cement just outside the
school. She played with her collar when she answered, “I am
enjoying myself. There is no reason for you to be concerned, but
thank you.”

His gaze rested on the collar. After several
seconds, it seemed to dawn on him what was going on and he looked
at her apologetically.

The tallest officer nodded. “Have a good
evening.” To Rytsar, he added, “You should invest in curtains for
that bedroom to avoid further misunderstandings.”

Rytsar answered through the interpreter.
“People should mind their own business instead of peeking into a
man’s bedroom.” He slammed the door behind them.

My Joy

After the officers had left, laughter
erupted through the house. Several men slapped Rytsar on the back.
He did not take kindly to the attention and snarled at them. When
the menacing Russian came up to Brie, Rytsar deftly maneuvered her
out of his reach.

He spoke harshly to the uncouth man, who
took one last hungry look at her before leaving the house. She
sighed with relief, but then Rytsar picked her up and sat her on
the large dining room table. He opened her robe and kissed her left
nipple while fondling her other breast with his large hand. The
other men gathered around.

Brie’s heart started beating a mile a
minute. Luckily, her experience on the stage during training had
prepared her for an audience. He gently pushed her down onto the
table and scootched her butt to the edge. His lips slowly traveled
from her breasts, down her stomach to her bare snatch. He licked
her moist folds with guttural satisfaction. She forgot the other
men and closed her eyes, giving in to his expert tongue-lashing.
She felt his fingers slip into her opening and caress her. Since
she had last orgasmed so recently, it did not take much to start
her legs quivering. She arched her back and moaned as he stroked
her to a quick climax. All around her, Brie heard the appreciative
grunts of the men as she thrust her pelvis into the air.

Rytsar kissed her clit reverently afterwards
and then helped her off the table. He slid the robe off her
shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She stood before him,
naked except for Sir’s collar. He barked something and the
interpreter stated simply, “Please me.”

She looked into the eyes of her warrior and
smiled as she gracefully knelt down on the cold marble floor. She
unbuckled his expensive leather belt and then unzipped his designer
pants. They fell to the floor with a satisfying clang. He was not
wearing underwear and his manhood was already impressively
rigid.

Brie looked up at her Dom as she took his
shaft with her lips. He grunted quietly when they made contact, but
his expression remained stoic. She felt incredibly powerful on her
knees, caressing her Dom’s manhood with her mouth.