Free Brie's Russian Fantasy (After Graduation, #3) by Red Phoenix Page A

you.”
    “Sir!” she cried, reaching out for him.
    She was led to a small room filled with black and white monitors. Once they were inside, the door was locked and she was directed to sit down by a daunting woman built like a bulldozer. Brie sat down reluctantly, noticing another male guard behind her. She had no idea what was happening and was tempted to make a break for the door.
    The large woman snapped a command Brie did not understand. The woman said it again and tried to spread her legs apart.
    Brie fought against her, slapping the woman’s hands away. Are they going to do a body cavity search? She began to panic.
    “ Nyet! ” Brie cried, saying one of three words she knew in Russian.
    The male guard behind her leaned in, inches from her face. All she could see was the reflection of her own terrified expression. He said in perfect English, “Open your legs.”
    I know that voice!
    Brie timidly removed the sunglasses and looked into his piercing blue eyes. “Rytsar.”
    He stood up and rocked the room with his laughter. “ Radost moya, you recognize your previous Master. I’m impressed.”
    Brie glanced at the screens and saw a camera shot of Sir. He was still fighting against the two guards. Rytsar followed her gaze. “Ah, yes. My friend is not happy, is he?”
    He nodded to the woman, who immediately left. “I wanted to spare you both the long lines, but… Well, I could not help amusing myself. What do you expect from a sadist?”
    A sadist?
    She looked at the friendly Russian Dom again, believing he was just making a joke. Brie turned her attention back to the screen and watched as Sir was taken out of the line.
    Rytsar’s mirth greeted Sir as he entered the small room. “All is well, moy droog . Your sub has not been touched.”
    Sir held out his arms and Brie raced to them, grateful to be in his protective embrace.
    “She seems to be satisfied with you. Would not even open her legs for me,” Rytsar said, chuckling.
    Sir kissed the top of Brie’s head. “I’d forgotten your propensity for practical jokes. Should have seen this one coming.”
    “Yes, I was surprised you did not. However, it was far more amusing that you didn’t.” He smiled charmingly at them both. “Shall we be off, then? I am anxious to introduce you to my friends.”
    Brie was surprised to learn that Rytsar lived in an old mansion. She should have suspected it with all the aristocrat talk, but she’d never quite believed it until they pulled up to the large estate. The impressive red brick home even sported narrow turrets, giving it a regal appearance.
    “This is really your home?” she asked in awe.
    “It has been in the Donkova line for centuries,” he replied without arrogance.
    Brie glanced at Sir. He seemed unaffected by the grandeur. She decided to take his lead and not react to the splendor of the place, even as they walked through the halls and she saw the gold accents, painted ceilings, and antique furniture begging to be admired.
    “Please take a moment to refresh yourselves before you join us in the dungeon. My friends are dying to meet my American comrade and his new sub.”
    All Brie heard was the word ‘dungeon’.
    “I assume we just head downwards?” Sir inquired.
    “Titov will direct you.” Rytsar pointed to a servant, who nodded curtly.
    “Fine.” Sir took Brie’s hand and guided her upstairs. Once inside the privacy of the room, Sir gathered her into his arms. “I know this seems a bit much, but I did warn you. Rytsar has eccentric tastes. It’s not too surprising he has his own dungeon.”
    Brie thought back to Rytsar’s statement that he was a sadist. It conjured all kinds of frightening scenarios. “Will I be asked to scene, Sir?” she squeaked.
    “No. Tonight we are guests and will simply observe. It is no different than visiting one of our clubs back home. I suspect his friends want to show off their various talents. However, you should be aware that Rytsar’s tastes run on the