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'Master' shot glass (white on the outside and black on the inside). Just think, you can take a shot of vodka on a cold winter's night, imagining all the wonderful possibilities... For added fun I am including the scene with Rytsar, Master, Brie AND vodka! ;)
Question for Day 8: What is your drink of choice to keep warm on cold nights?
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Excerpt from Brie Embraces the Heart of Submission:
It was
just as much of a struggle as the first time, but she drank it all without any
help. Afterwards, she took a big bite of the salty pickle and grinned at both
men.
“You are
now an honorary Russian,” Rytsar proclaimed, giving her a spirited pat on the
back that sent her tumbling into Sir’s arms.
“Had
enough?” her Master asked.
It took
a few seconds to formulate the correct answer with all the warm yumminess
coursing through her. “If it pleases you, Sir.”
He put
her glass down and answered, “It does, téa. I think you’ve had enough.” He gave
his own glass back to Rytsar. “I, however, would like another.”
Rytsar
gladly filled it up. “My turn for the toast.”
Sir
nodded with a grin. “You are the
host.”
Brie had
expected to hear a witty insult. Instead Rytsar said, “To you, moy droog. You have seen me through
great troubles.”
Sir’s
face suddenly became solemn. “Same here, my friend.” The men clinked glasses
and downed their drinks, giving each other a heartfelt embrace afterwards. It
was the most vulnerable Brie had seen Sir, other than with her. In that moment,
she understood how close the two really were—like brothers.
Rytsar
cleared his throat afterwards. “One more?” he asked, holding up the vodka
bottle.
“No. I
need to remain clear-headed,” Sir replied.
Rather
than giving Sir a hard time, Rytsar nodded and poured himself a drink, then
downed it easily. He gave a satisfied sigh and smiled at Brie. “Nothing like
vodka to open up the soul.”
Brie
giggled, flying on the warm cloud that was consuming her from the inside out.
“Come,
Brie,” Sir commanded. She looked over to see him sitting on the couch with his
legs spread open.
As she
approached Sir, she asked, “How would you like me, Master?”
He
patted the area next to him. She giggled, finding it funny that he didn’t want
her between his legs. She gracefully sat down next to her Master. Sir told her
to lay her head on his lap, and he began stroking her hair.
Rytsar
joined them, sitting on the other side of Sir. He sighed loudly after he’d sat
down. “I will miss you, peasant. It has been good to have you in my homeland.”
Sir
continued petting Brie’s hair as he spoke. Tingles of electricity ran down her
spine as his deep voice rumbled. “It is a shame it must end, Durov. This has
reminded me of old times.”
Rytsar
chuckled. “Da.”
Brie
closed her eyes and fell into the pleasant warmth of the vodka and the soothing
feel of Sir’s touch.
Her
Master continued, “I can’t imagine why I waited so long to visit.”
“It’s
all right, idiot.”
Brie
giggled on Sir’s lap. They definitely sounded like brothers.
“Did
your sub just disrespect me?” Rytsar asked.
“I’m not
sure.” Sir lifted her chin. “Did you just disrespect my longtime friend, téa?”
Brie
looked at him and smiled. “No, Sir. I respect your friend very much.”
He
smiled and cradled her face. “I suspected as much.”
Rytsar
huffed. “If giggling is a sign of respect, I need another drink.” He got up and
poured himself an additional glass.
The warm
feeling coursing through Brie must have been coursing through Sir, because he
suddenly changed positions, pulling her up and kissing her forcibly on the
lips. “Undo my pants and grind on me,” he growled huskily.
