Her Russian Knight

By: Red Phoenix

Brie’s Submission #13



Description




Wicked sadist – sexy but fierce

Rytsar Durov is a sadist—and he’s upset. Bones may be broken.

The Russian Dom is a force unto himself and he intends to take care of the threat once and for all.

No one touches radost moya. NO ONE!

Nothing fazes this sexy Russian Dom, but how will he cope when he finds out the tragedy that’s befallen his comrade—the only man he calls Brother?



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#13 (Her Russian Knight)

Rytsar Durov’s Story





Lea and the Dungeon





Rytsar woke up craving to play.

He walked down the corridors of the castle with a confident stride, his boots echoing pleasantly through the halls. He was impatient to release his sadistic needs and hoped he would be able to find a female from the wedding to succumb to his cat-o’-nine-tails.

When Rytsar entered the dining area, he surveyed the room of ladies seated for breakfast. Many were sitting in pairs, so he concentrated on those who appeared to have come alone. A few glanced his way and blushed when their eyes met, but it was Ms. Taylor who caught his attention as she leaned over, exposing her luscious breasts as she covered Brie’s eyes.

He walked over to them and caught the tail end of her compliment. “…You were positively glowing when you entered the room. Are you already pregnant?”

Rytsar smirked, looking at Thane knowingly. The man exuded a sexual aura this morning that was impossible not to notice.

He could tell by the ravenous look in his comrade’s eye that Thane was currently imagining how he would position his new wife for the next fucking. Slapping him hard on the back, Rytsar said loudly, “Moy droog, I trust you made it count last night.”

Rytsar appreciated the contrast from the smug look on his comrade’s face and the expression of shock and disgust on the father-in-law’s.

It was amusing to stir up trouble…

After listening to the heated exchange between Thane and Brie’s father, Rytsar leaned down and whispered in Brie’s ear, “Radost moya, I agree with Ms. Taylor. You do look particularly radiant today.”

He was gratified by her stunning smile and turned his attention back to his comrade, saying with wicked sincerity, “If you should need anything—anything at all—I am here for you, moy droog.”

Thane raised an eyebrow. “Rest assured, old friend, I have things under control.”

Rytsar chuckled, taking Brie’s hand and kissing it before excusing himself.

He decided light conversation was in order before he made the rounds of potential playmates, so he invited Lea to sit with him for breakfast. “Tell me, Ms. Taylor, did you have a pleasurable evening?”

“Did I ever! An entire castle full of hot Italian men? What isn’t there to love?”

He nodded and asked, “I assume you sampled a few?”

She grinned but shook her head. “Actually, I didn’t find what I was looking for. However, I had a whole lotta fun window shopping.”

Rytsar looked her over with interest. “How do you swing, Ms. Taylor?”

Lea laughed, her eyes twinkling. “I’m open to any new experience. These days, the more challenging the better.”

“And sadists?”

A red blush started from her ample chest and made its way up to her cheeks. “Well, I think my last dentist was a sadist. He insisted on giving me helium. I’d never heard of that being used at a dentist office before and asked him if it would help with the pain. Do you know what he said?”

Rytsar shook his head, staring at her intently, waiting for the punchline.

“He told me, ‘No, but when you scream, it’s funny.’”

Rytsar chuckled, picking up his fork as the waiter set down their plates. “Amusing.”

“Hah, you think I’m kidding.”

“Aren’t you?”

Lea shrugged, a mischievous grin his only answer.