What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (104 page)

Her Indian warrior had captured her…

Rytsar laughed as he pulled a leather tie from his pocket and bound her wrists together. Then he lifted her up, throwing her unceremoniously over his shoulder. He started towards the glass house, saying something she couldn’t understand. His grip was tight—there was no escaping him. It gave her a thrill to know she was at his mercy now.

When he entered the house, she was bewildered to see it crowded with men. It looked like a party was in full swing with plenty of drinks, joking and manly laughter. The place quieted down as soon as Rytsar entered the home. He put her down and grabbed her chin with one of his massive hands. He forced her to look at him. His look was stern and dangerous but when he kissed her, there was a softness to his lips. She relaxed in his embrace, trusting her imposing Dom.

A stout man with spiky gray hair and a fearsome demeanor came up to them. He said something to Rytsar that must have been lewd, based on the tone he’d used and the dark look Rytsar was giving him. The vile man stroked Brie’s arm as if he had a right to touch her. She recoiled and pressed against her Dom. Rytsar spoke harshly to the foul man, guiding her away, but the creep grabbed her arm and shouted at Rytsar in Russian.

Her Dom broke the loathsome man’s unwanted grasp, moving her behind him as he participated in a heated exchange. The other men gathered around, enjoying the confrontation. The loathsome man tried to grab at her again, but Rytsar forcefully pushed him away. He picked Brie up and carried her through a set of doors on the other side of the room.

When he entered the bedroom, she noticed there was a support beam in the center of the massive space. He carried her past it and headed straight to the bathroom. After putting her down, he barked a single word, pointing to the toilet.

She blanched. Did he really want her to pee in front of him?

He barked the command again harshly, letting her know he wasn’t amused by her lack of obedience. Swallowing hard, she awkwardly pulled her red thong down with her bound hands and sat meekly on the toilet. He nodded and exited, leaving the door wide open.

She glanced into the room while she washed herself clean and saw that he was changing out of his wet clothes. His chest was broad and his stomach rippled with muscles. She noticed a large tattoo in the shape of a dragon covering his left shoulder.

He returned wearing another suit. This time it was midnight black with an identical blood-red tie. He didn’t look like an Indian warrior, but he certainly looked like a man of great power.

Rytsar picked her up and carried her to the support beam. He untied her wrists and bound them behind the pole before securing her feet. Next, he placed a gag over her mouth. She protested playfully with whimpers, which made him snort in amusement. He blindfolded her next and to make her sensory deprivation complete, he covered her ears with small headphones that blocked out all sound. Then he left.

She could feel the emptiness of the large room envelop her. At first, the total lack of stimuli was frightening but gradually she grew used to the all-encompassing silence. She stood there bound and alone, waiting for her warrior’s return.

When she felt his presence again, she tensed. He took off the earphones and whispered in her ear. Although she could not understand his words, she believed he was listing all the things he planned to do to her. The commanding tone in his voice made her moist between her legs, and Brie moaned softly.

She was puzzled when he left her again. Outside the room, she could hear the men shouting and joking with one another. It was then that she realized this was his version of the village celebrating the raid in her fantasy. She appreciated his cleverness. To hear the men’s revelry and to have the entire group know what was going to happen to her made it that much more exciting.

Her Dom came back and removed the gag next. He kissed her passionately, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, letting her know exactly how he was going to take her when the time came. He allowed her tongue to taste him and explore the ridges of his mouth before he pulled away and left her again.

His frequent visits, each accompanied by the removal of a restrictive item, made her hungry for his return. When Rytsar came the next time, he removed her blindfold. She looked into the blue eyes of her captor and quivered in delight. His stare was bursting with desire for her.

He pulled at the laces of her corset and let it fall to the ground. He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth. She gasped when he sucked forcefully. His other hand played with her other nipple, pulling and tugging on it with equal vigor.

She threw her head back and groaned. Would he take her now? No—he left again. This time he did not return as quickly. She looked out of the large glass windows at the beach and watched the waves slowly rush in. It had a calming effect, giving her the patience to wait him out.

A lone jogger was heading down the beach. He seemed to look in her direction, but continued on. Soon, however, he was back and gawking into the bedroom at her half-naked body tied to the pole. Rytsar’s entourage headed out and shooed him away.

Brie stood there for what seemed like hours, desperate for her warrior to come back for her. The waiting, she realized, was a seductive tactic. Being completely under his power, not having a say as to when or how he was going to take her, added a provocative element to the encounter. She needed him to return for her—she needed him
bad
.

R
ytsar finally returned just as the sun was setting. She had to calm her breathing; her need for him was great. That changed when he shut the doors and approached her like a predatory animal. Instantly, her defenses were up and she whimpered in alarm.

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. She relaxed in his arms and stopped crying.

He lifted her ass higher to get a better angle and grunted as the head of his cock slipped into her resistant depths. He stayed still, letting her body get used to his manly girth.

Being taken this way gave her a greater sense of being possessed by the man. She panted softly, trying not to resist his masculine assault. When he started shallow strokes, she forced herself to breathe, helping her muscles to relax around his cock. He took his time, tender and kind, just as she’d always imagined her warrior would be—taking what he wanted, but doing it in a way that made her desire him more.

“Yes, my warrior. Take all of me,” she moaned. He growled lustfully in her ear. Even though they did not speak the same language, they seemed to understand each other perfectly.

His thrusts became more pronounced as her body molded to him. He had already stimulated her inner spot when fucking her vaginally, and now he was caressing the same area at a different angle. She hadn’t thought it was possible, but the first telltale signs of an orgasm were creeping up on her.

Her breath became more ragged the closer she got. Rytsar did not change his tempo. He continued the slow, steady pace, letting her climax build and increase. She turned her head towards him and he kissed her while he flexed his pelvic muscles with precision.

Rytsar was an accomplished lover who clearly knew a woman’s body well. The muscles of her vagina contracted rhythmically when the orgasm hit. Her whole body tensed and she made little mewing noises as it overtook her. He pushed his cock in deeper, and then she felt it grow inside her before it started pulsating. He groaned as he came, kissing the nape of her neck.

The ending of their climaxes was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Rytsar barked something in Russian. The young man answered him earnestly, then he spoke in English. “Miss Bennett, the police are here. They wish to speak to you immediately.”

Brie froze. What would the cops want with her? She hadn’t done anything wrong!

Rytsar slowly disengaged, mumbling what sounded like Russian curse words. He barked towards the door as he held his hand out to Brie and helped her up.