An encounter with Rytsar, the Russian Dom...
I have always enjoyed my Indian Warrior fantasy, and wanted to explore it in a modern dominant scene. I liked the idea of a foreign Dom (who speaks only Russian) coming in for Brie's first auction. Delish!
Excerpt from
Brie Lives Her Fantasy:
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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.
