Brie’s Russian Treat (Submissive in Love, #5) Read Online Free PDF Page A

have not. A child should be conceived in love, no?”
    Sir only grunted his agreement.
    Rytsar held his massive arms out as if he were cradling a baby. “To hold and spoil a tiny version of radost moya …” he said wistfully.
    “And if it’s a boy?” Sir questioned.
    “It won’t be.”
    “All this talk of babies has me craving a pickle,” Brie said, grabbing one off the tray and munching on it.
    “The day you refuse my vodka is the day I will know you are pregnant.” Rytsar snapped his fingers and Titov fetched a new bottle. “Will you have a drink with me?”
    Brie looked at Sir.
    “Do as you wish.”
    Not wanting to be left out, Brie nodded. “Please, Rytsar.”
    “Although that is not the answer I wanted, I am pleased to fill your glass. Zyr has become my vodka of choice. Let me know what you think.”
    She downed the fiery alcohol at the same time as Rytsar, surprised that it went down so smoothly, far more easily than she’d been expecting, with only a hint of bitterness afterwards.
    “What do you think, rodost moya ?”
    She smiled. “It’s surprisingly good!”
    He held his pickle to his lips, so she did the same and they both bit down on the salty treat. Brie giggled as she chewed on the pickle while looking into Rytsar’s eyes.
    “Do you think you can handle Durov for a couple of days?” Sir asked her.
    Brie turned to her Master and replied solemnly, “If he has agreed to the terms you have set, then yes. I trust your judgment completely.” She embraced the warmth the vodka caused and added proudly, “I would do anything you asked, Sir.”
    “Count yourself lucky I do not have a wicked heart, because that statement could get you in a lot of trouble, Miss Bennett,” Sir teased.
    Brie liked the easy banter that alcohol seemed to bring about.
    “I will make the best of the limited access I’ve been afforded,” Rytsar murmured resentfully.
    “A tight rein is the only way I would allow you control over her. I know you, Durov.”
    “ Da . At least you have agreed to the club.”
    Brie’s interest was piqued. “Club?”
    Rytsar’s grin was wickedly intimidating. “A favorite underground BDSM club of mine with a decidedly sadistic slant.”
    Brie turned to Sir in surprise, her mouth agape.
    “You did just say you would do anything I asked.”
    She closed her slack jaw and nodded.
    “My requirements of Durov are very specific.”
    “Too restrictive,” Rytsar complained.
    Sir assured Brie, “You will not be compromised, but you will be tested.” He handed Rytsar all the items off the coffee table one by one, then commanded her in a sensuous tone, “Undress and lie on the table for me, téa.”
    Brie smiled as she slowly removed her clothes for her Master, wanting to entice them both with her disrobing without making it a blatant striptease, which Sir had not asked for.
    He helped her onto the table and ran his hand over her body. “I think we bite her.”
    Rytsar moved to the other side. “Agreed.”
    Brie held her breath as both men leaned down and took a bite of her thighs. Neither was gentle as they bruised her skin between their teeth and she gasped.
    “Too much?” Sir asked.
    “No, Master.”
    “I will start at her toes, you go for the neck,” Sir instructed his friend.
    Brie whimpered when Rytsar stared at her with those penetrating blue eyes before nestling his warm lips against her throat. He started out so tender, lightly kissing and teasing…
    The instant Sir bit down on her sensitive arch, Rytsar sank his teeth into her, sucking hard as he bit. The dual sensations at opposite ends was too much and she instinctively tried to twist out of their reach.
    Strong hands held her down, her action only inciting more of their delightfully cruel play. Brie whimpered as Rytsar took samples of her neck, breasts and torso as Sir moved from her toes to her thighs and up to her quivering pussy.
    They licked, nipped and bruised her most sensitive areas with those wicked teeth,