She looked surprised. “I didn’t even notice.”
“I’m probably being paranoid, but I didn’t like the way he was staring at you.”
Brie shuddered.
“Don’t worry, babygirl. I’m always looking out for you.”
Brie wrapped her arms around Thane, her round belly pressing hard against him. It filled him with an overwhelming sense of responsibility and a need to protect. The darkness that had been lying in wait now reared its ugly head, ready to do battle.
“I don’t mind taking a detour to the beach house, Sir. I like any excuse to visit Rytsar.”
Durov and his dog, Little Sparrow, were waiting at the door when they arrived. He held out his hands to Brie. “Little mama, come to your Russian.”
Brie ran into his embrace, smiling at Sir as he hugged her in his beefy arms. With time, Durov was beginning to fill out and look more like the burly Russian they knew.
Thane appreciated the look of pure joy on Durov’s face. In all the years he’d known the man, he’d never seen his friend this content. Knowing what Durov had been through in his life, it was proof that life was worth holding onto, no matter how bleak things became.
Durov held out his hand to Thane while still holding onto Brie. “Good to see you again, brother. What brings you here so unexpectedly?”
Thane hated to cut short his bliss, but told him, “As I mentioned to Brie, it’s possible I’m being overly protective, but I wanted to share what happened at the grocery store just now.”
Durov spread his arm wide, gesturing him into the house. “Please come in and tell me all about the giant cucumber you two were ogling.”
Brie giggled as they all went inside.
The little pup jumped around excitedly, wagging her tail as the three made their way to the couch. It was obvious the animal was ecstatic to have visitors. When they sat down, Little Sparrow walked over to Brie and licked her hand enthusiastically. She then went to Thane and nudged her head under his hand. The dog wagged her tail when Thane petted her. After greeting them both, she settled at Durov’s feet, sitting at attention looking at them both.
Durov became serious when he asked Thane, “What is bothering you, comrade?”
“Be honest if you believe this is nothing. I feel like a raging bull right now.”
“What is it?” Durov asked, now sounding concerned.
“I noticed a man looking Brie over as we were shopping today.”
“That is not unusual, moy droog,” Durov stated, winking at Brie.
“I saw him again, waiting by the entrance, when she came out of the store while I was busy loading groceries into the car. Durov, he seemed very intent on her.”
Durov’s sudden frown alarmed him. “What did he look like?”
“Dark hair, brown eyes—possibly Arabian descent. Why do you ask?”
Durov shot a glance at Brie, now clearly troubled. “I will have two of my men by your side at all times, radost moya.”
Turning to Thane, he said, “You were right to be concerned. I suspect the creature must not have returned the money she took when she sold Brie but failed to deliver. The man must have sent someone to collect his purchase.”
“The slaver?” Thane felt his pulse race. “But Brie’s about to give birth. Why would he want her now?”
“She carries a baby girl,” Durov stated ominously.
“What would he do with our daughter?” Brie cried.
Durov’s voice grew cold. “I have seen it before. The man would either keep moye solntse for himself or sell the babe to the highest bidder.”
Brie shook her head, looking at Sir in horror.
Thane embraced her, squeezing Brie hard against his chest, his rage threatening to explode. “I should have trusted my instincts and called the police or, at the very least, confronted the man myself.”
“Nyet. Your keen eye and intuition has given us the upper hand. I’ll have my men start combing the streets. We will find out who he is and who he works for.”
“We will make Lilly tell us,” Thane growled, ready to head out the door.
Durov stopped him. “I already asked her while she was under my charge, comrade. I wanted to ‘take care’ of him so that no other woman would have to suffer. But this purchase was done on the dark web through an anonymous third party. The creature does not know who it is, I am sure of it.”
Brie shuddered in Thane’s arms, and he held her even tighter. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Brie.”
Durov added his assurance. “Radost moya, no one will lay a hand on you.” He called out to his men, assigning two to watch over Brie, and the others to seek out his contacts around town.
“We will find out what we need to know,” he assured Thane.
Brie stood up and addressed the two men assigned to guard her. “Thank you for your help.”
One cleared his throat. “It is our duty.” He looked at Durov before adding,
“As well as our pleasure to do so, Mrs. Davis.”
Durov dropped to one knee and spoke to Brie’s stomach. “Your dyadya is here. I am counting the days until we meet, tiny one.” He kissed her round tummy before standing up.
Addressing Thane, he said, “It would be good if the two of you stayed here.” He paused, his eyes revealing his unease. “I could use the distraction.”
“I’m afraid we can’t,” Thane answered with regret, knowing his friend would be disappointed. “My physical therapist is not able to change his schedule and, with this new threat looming, I can’t waste even a day.”
Brie looked out the huge bay window, ignoring both men as she stared at the ocean. She said in a sad, wistful voice, “I have always found the ocean soothing.”
Thane looked at Durov, nodding to him, the two understanding what she needed.
Walking over to her, Thane put his arm around her waist. “There’s no reason we can’t stay here for the afternoon.”
Durov moved to her other side. “I hear the waters are particularly warm today. Would you like to take a dip?”
Since Brie did not have a swimsuit, Durov gave her a set of his boxers with a stretchy waistband and a white tee shirt that fit snuggly around her belly. She looked into the mirror and laughed at herself. “I’m a hot mess.”
Rytsar stood behind her admiring his handiwork. “Not so, radost moya. When that shirt gets wet, you will look very charming.”
She turned her head toward him. “Going for the wet tee shirt contest look, are you?”
He reached around and grabbed her breasts in both hands. “These fine beauties should never be covered, but you Americans have prudish laws.”
She giggled as she glanced over at Thane. “You look sexy in Rytsar’s swim trucks, by the way.”
Pulling down on the yellow shorts, Thane grumbled, “I’m not used to wearing micro shorts and calling them swimwear.”
“We Russians are not ashamed of our bodies,” Durov chuckled, showing off the skintight red ones he sported, which emphasized his frontal assets. He turned and flexed his buttocks for her. “You would miss out on this if I wore the oversized pajamas you normally wear.”
“At least our swimwear is comfortable,” Thane stated.
Durov spread his arms wide. “I am comfortable.”
“And horny.” Thane raised an eyebrow. “Because there’s no hiding it in these.”
“Why would I want to hide it? I want radost moya to know what I’m thinking,” he said, giving her a wink.
Brie giggled again. Thane was grateful for Durov’s ability to help her focus on other things. He was determined to do the same, letting the tranquility of the ocean take over for this brief moment in time.
The cane was useless in the sand, so Thane leaned on Durov to make it to the water’s edge, but once in the ocean, he was suddenly free of gravity as he floated in the current. It was a miraculous feeling.
He looked at Brie and saw she shared a similar look of wonder as she laughed in delight. “Look at me—I’m light
as a feather. I’m free!”
Brie was facing Thane when she said it and didn’t see the large wave advancing on her.
“Brie!” he called out, but was too late. He watched her head disappear under the water. Thane felt a moment of panic as he and Durov swam toward her, but she popped back up, spitting out water and laughing.
“Are you okay?” he asked when he reached her.
“The ocean is just having fun with me.” Brie turned to face the next wave and shook a finger at it. “You naughty ocean, trying to have your way with me…”
Thane grabbed her and pulled her to him, the two floating together effortlessly in the water. Brie sighed against him.
“This is wonderful, Sir. Makes me feel like a kid again—a kid who doesn’t have a giant belly and weighs a gazillion pounds.”
“I know what you mean. I haven’t felt this physically free in a long time.” He handed Brie over to Durov and took off swimming just to prove to himself he could.
The three of them spent hours floating on the waves, forgetting the world existed. Their bliss continued when they returned to the beach house. The men took turns lathering Brie up and rinsing her off so she was completely free of sand.
When she stepped into the bedroom, clean and dry, Brie was greeted by Durov. “You know what I do with cunts? I eat them. Now drop that towel and lie on the bed.”
Brie giggled as Durov led her to the bed and promptly buried his head between her legs. Thane lay on the bed beside her and sampled her breasts, knowing that the right amount of suction would intensify her orgasm.
Within a matter of minutes, Brie was crying, “Oh yes, oohhh, God, yes!” as she came.
Durov looked up from her round belly and smiled at Thane. “She is so hot these days.”
“I’ve noticed that myself.”
“What shall we do now, moy droog?”
“I have an idea,” Brie piped up. “You know that honey I wanted?” She gave Thane an innocent smile. “I’d like to show you why I bought it.”
Thane glanced at Durov. “Are you up for us making a mess of your bed?”
The Russian answered by lifting Brie up off the bed and pulling the covers off. “Da. And, afterward, I have a surprise of my own.”
Thane slipped on his pants and grabbed his cane, heading out to get the honey from the car. He heard the sounds of the rolling waves as he unlocked the car and stopped for a moment. It astounded him how much this simple trip to the beach had relaxed his warring spirit. The call of the waves was like a song, soothing the savage beast within him.
He understood better why Durov insisted on living here whenever he was in LA, and toyed with the idea of selling his apartment for beachfront property.
With the honey in hand, Thane returned to the house and asked Brie, “What is your plan for this, babygirl?”
“I need two naked men on the bed. I plan to tease you with this succulent nectar. I saw it done on a video and it looked yummy.”
“Don’t tell me—you googled it.”
“Of course, Sir! Isn’t that what every good sub does?”
Durov lay on the bed first, stroking his already rigid cock. “Do you want it like this?” he asked, holding his shaft straight up to show off its length.
“Yes, Rytsar. That’s perfect.”
Thane lay down on the other side of the bed, his cock already standing at attention.
Brie put her damp hair into a ponytail, warning them, “This could get messy.”
Climbing onto the bed, Brie grasped Thane’s cock first and smiled at him as she tipped the plastic honey bottle, squeezing it just enough so that a thin stream came out. She swirled it around his cock, starting at the balls and slowly swirling all the way up until it ringed the head of his shaft.
She handed the bottle to Durov before lowering those luscious lips onto Thane’s cock, licking his shaft like a lollipop before going down on him and sucking the honey. She stopped midway and left him in that state as she moved to Durov and took the bottle from him, repeating the process.
The Russian groaned lustfully in pleasure but complained when she stopped to return to Thane.
“I have to play fair, Rytsar.” Leaning forward, she gave him a sticky kiss. The Russian grunted his displeasure as she left him for Thane.
Thane smiled at Durov as those warm lips encased his shaft, and he groaned in ecstasy as she sucked, nibbled, and licked his entire shaft until it was clean and ready for her grand finale.
Brie switched things up by looking at Durov, instead of him, as she took Thane deep into her throat and began to bob up and down on his shaft. She continued until the urge became too great and he grabbed her head, feeding her his orgasm.
She moaned, licking his spent shaft before moving to Durov.
The Russian was desperate for her attention and immediately pushed her mouth down onto his cock.
Thane watched as she slowly and sensually took control, licking his balls first before sucking them into her mouth and moaning. Durov visibly shuddered. She then licked and nibbled up the base of his shaft, cleaning him off until he was ready for his own finale.
Brie’s gaze met Thane’s as she slowly took the length of Durov’s shaft down her throat. She made it look hot as hell, a far cry from her earlier days. When she began bobbing her head up and down, Thane felt his cock stir again, wanting more of that talented mouth.
Durov did not last long. Fisting Brie’s curls, he let out a spirited roar as he orgasmed in her mouth. Afterward, he lay there like a dead man with a satisfied smile on his face.
Brie lay between them, her face sticky from her efforts, and smiled at Thane. “I like honey.”
Thane chuckled, leaning over to kiss her sticky cheek. “I must confess, I have an appreciation for it myself.”
The three of them lay there satiated and happy as they listened to the rolling waves outside. Thane relished this feeling of bliss and allowed himself to just be…
After a while, Durov stirred and left the bed. “Get her cleaned up, moy droog, while I get her surprise.”
Thane took Brie’s hand and helped her up, curious about what Durov had in mind. After she washed herself up, he undid the band in her hair and took time to brush out her silky brown curls. She tilted her head back, goosebumps covering her shoulders as she purred, “Sir, that feels so good…”
Thane smiled, relishing the simple but intimate exchange between them. When Durov announced he was ready, Thane escorted her out and presented her to him.
The man stood before them with his hands behind his back. “Are you ready to have your mind blown, radost moya?”
She smiled nervously. “Sure…”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, Rytsar,” she answered with a bow, adding, “Please.”
He smiled broadly as he revealed what was hidden in his right hand. Durov tossed a length of rope to Thane. “You will tie her up.”
Brie grinned, shivering in anticipation.
Durov then showed what he was hiding in his left hand. “I will be the one to insert this.” It was a small silicone device, only two and a half inches long, with a flared base on one end and a curved tip on the other. It had the circumference of a thick shaft. Thane suspected it was a vibrator, but hadn’t seen one like it before.
Brie stared at it, her eyes flashing with excitement. “What does it do, Rytsar?”
He only smirked in answer and told Thane, “It was given the green light by her doctor.”
Thane appreciated that Durov was being careful when it came to playing with Brie during her pregnancy.
Setting the device on the nightstand, Durov kissed Brie passionately as he pushed her onto the bed. He then gestured to Thane to join him while he nibbled her neck.
The two took turns sucking and biting as they explored her body with their hands and teeth. Brie wiggled and moaned in pleasure, responding favorably to the attention of both men.
Durov reached between her legs and grunted in satisfaction. “She i
s wet and hungry for it.” Brie whimpered as he took the unknown instrument from the nightstand and asked her to spread her legs for him.
He chuckled, commenting to Thane, “She is going to love this.”
“When do I tie her,” he asked, holding up the rope.
“Soon, moy droog.”
Durov lay beside her and looked deep into her eyes as he slowly penetrated her pussy with the device. Brie bit her lip, keeping eye contact with him, but Thane noticed she was breathing much more rapidly.
Once it was inserted, Durov bit down on the sensitive area of her neck before moving away.
“Tie her legs together from her thighs to her ankles, brother. Make it tight.”
Brie smiled as Thane took over, sliding the rope over her skin with each pass, seducing her with the soft nylon cord as he kissed her after tying each knot.
Moaning softly in response, Brie gave into the binding, whispering “Thank you” when he was finished. Brie lay there completely helpless on the bed with the mysterious instrument inside her.
Her eyes returned to Rytsar, filled with curiosity and a hint of fear.
“Kiss her, moy droog.”
Thane lay down beside her and tasted her mouth, dancing his tongue over her lips before plundering it deeply.
Durov moved up behind to spoon her. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he growled lustfully, “Relax…”
Brie immediately tensed as the low sound of a vibrator emanated from inside her. She moaned into Sir’s mouth, her kisses quickly becoming more passionate and aggressive.
“She likes it,” Thane told him.
Durov grabbed one of her breasts and lowered his head to suck on it, stating confidently, “I knew she would.”
Soon Brie was squirming, her cries of passion growing louder. “It’s so intense! Oh, my God, it’s so intense.”
Her sexual excitement spurred Thane’s own as he watched her body shuddering in an orgasm. She was gasping for breath when the next one crashed over her.
“Ohhh,” she moaned as another hit immediately after. The little vibrator Durov had found was obviously stimulating her G-spot in a way that was coaxing continuous climaxes, and Brie was helpless to stop them. The bondage, along with the mysterious toy, sent his beautiful wife into subspace.