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

making her crazy with desire even as she squirmed beneath them to avoid the momentary pinpoints of pain.
    Master knew her attraction to being bitten, but to be bitten by these two men—to be marked by their passion—what more could a girl want?
    With a husky voice, Sir announced, “She’s very wet.”
    “We may have a masochist yet,” Rytsar said, biting harder until she yelped. Brie shook her head. He chuckled as he moved to a new spot to torture with his lips and teeth.
    She felt Sir’s fingers rim her wet opening and she moaned as two fingers slipped in, but quickly stiffened when she felt Rytsar’s fingers push their way in too, stretching her tight.
    It so closely reminded her of Mary’s encounter that her pussy began to pulsate in an impending orgasm.
    “No coming, téa.”
    Brie groaned as she fought off the urge while both men forced their fingers deeper inside her. She was ravenous to be overfilled by them, and bucked her hips upwards. They obliged her need and began pumping her in unison, rubbing vigorously against her G-spot.
    She instantly realized her mistake and tried to pull away, but Rytsar dug his fingers into her waist, preventing her escape.
    Brie tossed her head back and forth, begging them to stop. “Please, no more. No more, Master…”
    Neither man listened to her desperate pleas. In a last-ditch effort, Brie stilled herself and tried to concentrate on a spot on the ceiling. She almost succeeded, until each man grasped one of her wrists with his free hand and bit down on her sensitive skin.
    She. Was. Lost.
    Brie came hard and strong, her body clamping down on the four fingers inside her as her pussy gushed with watery come.
    Tears rolled down her cheeks from the intensity of her climax and the knowledge that she had failed to obey Sir’s command. She lowered her hips to the table in resignation as they pulled out their wet fingers and looked at each other, saying nothing.
    What will happen to me now?
    “Why did you disobey me?”
    Brie did not offer any excuses. “I was greedy, Master.”
    Rytsar broke out in laughter. “I appreciate her honesty.”
    Sir couldn’t hide his smile as she explained, “I wanted it too much and then I couldn’t stop myself when I needed to pull back.”
    “How shall we punish such wanton behavior, téa?”
    Brie swallowed, unsure if her answer would be well received but feeling too giddy to stop herself. “Make me come again?”
    This time Sir was the one who started laughing.
    “You have a cheeky sub, moy droog, ” Rytsar said, chuckling with them, but then he became scary-serious. “She must be punished.”
    The smile on Brie’s lips disappeared when Sir replied, “I agree, Durov.”
    Brie whimpered as each man undid his buckle and slid his belt from his pants. “I’m sorry, Master. I was trying to be funny. Please…”
    “What you consider humor, I call insolence,” Rytsar replied coldly. “This will hurt you far more than it will hurt me. Kneel on the table with your hands behind your neck.”
    Brie looked at Sir and he nodded. Shocked by the turn of events, she pulled herself up into a kneeling position and clasped her hands behind her—her whole body shaking with fear.
    Instead of hitting her with the belt, Sir fastened his around her neck, pulling tightly so that she felt the constrictive pressure of it.
    “That is a pretty picture,” Rytsar complimented him.
    Sir reached over and pulled on the belt, forcing her head back. He kissed her deeply, keeping his hold on the belt so that she felt the pressure and knew who was in control.
    Damn if her pussy didn’t pulsate with desire. She was hopeless in the hands of these two.
    Rytsar forcibly bound her knees together with the belt, announcing, “There will be no more release for you.”
    The men unzipped their pants and presented her with their rigid cocks.
    “You will pleasure us at the same time.”
    Brie beamed inside, realizing they’d been teasing her, but she continued to act