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

the part of a repentant submissive. She gazed up at them with a remorseful expression, eager to pay for her disobedience.
    Grasping both their shafts, she began stroking and was rewarded by their mutual grunts. Her pussy ached in response. She leaned over and licked the precome from the head of Sir’s cock and began sucking while still keeping the rhythm of her hand’s stroke on Rytsar.
    The luxury of two cocks was deliciously extravagant, and Brie moaned as she moved to Rytsar’s shaft, not wanting either man to feel neglected. She looked up as she took him into her mouth.
    Rytsar did not move or make a sound as he watched her. It was unnerving, the way he gazed at her so intensely. She knew she’d failed to please him orally the first time they’d scened together, and she was determined to show him how far she’d come since that day.
    She relaxed her throat and took his shaft deeper. Still there was no reaction from the man, just an intense stare that challenged her. What more did he want?
    Her attention to Rytsar did not go unnoticed by her Master, who pulled on the belt around her neck. She disengaged from the Russian and returned to Sir. He pulled back her head as he applied pressure to the belt.
    “The challenge is to please us both at the same time,” he reminded her. “Not an easy task.”
    She nodded, amping up her hand motion on Rytsar’s cock as she flicked her tongue under the ridge of Sir’s shaft.
    “Deeper,” he commanded.
    Brie opened her lips wide and took his entirety.
    “Good girl…” he growled.
    Brie moaned on his shaft, loving his praise. She added a little twist to her wrist action with Rytsar so he would know she hadn’t forgotten him, and was rewarded with a release of precome. It lubed his shaft, allowing for more energetic handling.
    Sir pulled on her belt, forcing her to disengage.
    Brie stroked his shaft, using the twisting motion as she returned to the Russian. She started down at his balls, licking, nipping and sucking her way up the length of his shaft. Although his expression remained stoic, she noticed a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth. It was all she needed…
    Brie took him into her mouth and began slowly taking him deeper, making him anticipate the total constriction of her tight throat around his shaft. She played him as she continued to stroke Sir’s shaft vigorously. Opposite ends of the spectrum—one slow and deliberate, the other fast and furious.
    When her lips encircled the base of his shaft, Rytsar actually let out a low grunt as he looked down at her.
    Triumph!
    She slowly pulled away from him and returned to Sir. It pleased her greatly to tease Rytsar as she took her Master deep, giving him what Rytsar had only tasted for a moment.
    Brie took the fullness of Sir’s shaft to the base and then did her signature shallow pumping to tighten her throat around him. “That’s it, babygirl.”
    She changed up her stroking of Rytsar to match the movements of her mouth on Sir’s cock. Slow, deep, gentle…
    “ Hvatit ,” Rytsar snarled under his breath.
    Without warning, he pulled on the belt, prying her from Sir’s cock. He then forcefully guided her lips onto him and held her head with both hands as he pumped her mouth.
    So much for teasing the sadist.
    Brie relaxed her throat and looked up at him, taking his hard thrusts with the same grace she’d seen Mary achieve. I am your vessel of pleasure…
    But she had not forgotten her Master, and stroked his shaft with the same intensity that Rytsar was pumping her mouth. She knew that as Sir watched, the sensations of her hand would mimic the feeling of being deep-throated.
    “Fuucckkk…” Sir groaned.
    Rytsar pulled away from her and commanded, “Stroke me until I come.”
    She stroked both men with long, tightfisted caresses. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out in anticipation as she stroked more rapidly and was rewarded with their tangy release. She licked the heads of their cocks, taking as