Whispered Promises

As her inner muscles tightened around his phallus, Brie was rewarded when she heard Rytsar’s sharp intake of breath.

“Blyad…” Rytsar groaned.

Sir took hold of her wrist, helping her to force the phallus even deeper. Then he grabbed her hips with both hands and began thrusting again. Not wanting to disturb the neighbors, Brie held back her moans as she grabbed the edge of the hot tub and took Sir’s hard strokes.

The beauty of Rytsar’s instrument was that it was so sensitive, he could feel when her inner muscles began to tighten around the toy just before she orgasmed.

“She is ready to climax, moy droog,” Rytsar growled hoarsely, “and I plan to join her.”

Brie covered her mouth, her muffled cries of ecstasy joining Rytsar’s as she came. She swore she could feel the toy throbbing inside her as he climaxed.

Erotic chills added to her excitement as they orgasmed together.

Sir slowed down to enjoy her climax, but as soon as it ended, he ramped right back up. Brie had to cover her mouth to keep from screaming in pleasure as the warm water splashed furiously around them.

The moment Sir released inside her, a second orgasm took Brie by surprise. Both men groaned in unison as her inner muscles squeezed tight, pulsing in rhythmic bursts. Afterward, Brie was left panting heavily. She slowly pulled the toy from her, gently setting it down on the side of the hot tub.

“Thank you, Rytsar,” she purred as she turned the toy off.

Sir finished the last of his martini before grabbing a towel and holding it open for her. She sighed in contentment as she stood up and he wrapped her in its fluffy goodness.

After toweling himself off and wrapping the towel around his waist, Sir picked her up and slung her over his shoulder like a caveman. He carried her into the house while she clutched the phone, giggling at Rytsar.

Once inside, he headed to the bedroom and set her down. Brie collapsed onto the bed in pleasurable exhaustion, telling Rytsar, “Just like the children, you have me ready to fall asleep.”

He chuckled. “And you have given me the perfect start to my day.”

Sir lay down beside her and asked him, “How are things going, old friend?”

“Better than expected.”

Sir seemed to perk up at his answer. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“Nothing is settled yet, but each day, I am getting closer.”

Brie noticed the relief on Sir’s face, which piqued her curiosity. But, before she could question him on it, Rytsar asked, “How is it going for you, moy droog?”

Sir glanced at Brie before speaking. “My father-in-law is a difficult man but, ironically, he and I are on the same page when it comes to Holloway.” Clenching his fist, Sir growled, “Jail is not good enough for the monster.”

“Da,” Rytsar stated coldly. “I am looking into it.”

Brie sat up in alarm, suddenly no longer tired.

“Neither of you can get involved! If something happens to Holloway in jail, you two could be questioned. And if you were to get caught…” Her voice broke. It terrified her just to think about it.

“I can’t let him steal anything else from me!”

The next day, she was faced with the very same discussion. This time, it involved her father. Sir went to answer the door and looked startled when he checked to see who it was before opening the door.

“Your parents are here.”

Brie was surprised. Her father hadn’t spoken to Sir since he last visited their home.

Sir was quick to usher them inside amid the shouts from the few remaining reporters clamoring for attention. “This is an unexpected visit.”

Her father stated curtly, “I felt it was necessary, Thane.”

Brie stood in the hallway, holding Antony. She met her father’s gaze, keeping her voice calm. “Daddy, do you have anything to say?”