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much of their seed as she could. Her chin and breasts were covered in their white reward by the end, despite her best efforts, and the refreshing smell of their come filled her nostrils. Brie moaned in satisfaction, grateful for the honor.
    Sir pulled on the belt and she tilted her head up to look at him.
    “Go clean up, babygirl, and present yourself to me when you are done.”
    Rytsar undid the belt around her knees while Sir released her from the one secured against her throat. She felt a sense of loss when it slid from her, appreciating the submissive feeling the belt evoked.
    Before Rytsar let her leave, he pulled her to him and murmured, “You are much improved, radost moya . Much improved…”
    She blushed as a smile crept across her lips. It pleased her that he had noticed her enhanced skills.
    Brie hurried down the hallway to the bathroom and took a quick shower, readying herself for more play. She was curious what else the two had in mind but was disappointed when she returned to discover Rytsar lying on the couch, snoring.
    Sir was nowhere to be seen, so she headed to the bedroom and found him working on his laptop.
    He saw the disappointment on her face and smiled, motioning her over to him. “Losing his ancestral home has affected Durov more than he will admit. It’s exacting an emotional toll he refuses to acknowledge.”
    “It’s true he’s lost so much,” Brie agreed, curling up beside Sir on the bed.
    “Having you here will prove a good distraction for him. I’ve asked him to take you out tonight to film a session with one of his subs.”
    “Thank you, Sir. Will you be joining us too?”
    He chuckled. “No, I’ll be sleeping. Until then, you can keep me company while I work.” He stroked her hair and Brie felt the familiar tingles down her back start.
    “It’s my honor, Sir.”
    She looked at his computer screen, but it meant nothing to her because it was written in Russian. The fact that he was fluent in Russian was just another aspect about Sir that amazed her.
    The minutes passed pleasantly, but her curiosity wouldn’t let her be silent for long. “When did you learn Russian, Sir? Before or after you met Rytsar?”
    He said nonchalantly, as if it were a common occurrence, “Soon after I met Durov. It only seemed natural once we became blood brothers.”
    Brie shook her head, now with a million more questions she wanted to ask, but Sir put his finger on her lips. “I have no time for a question and answer session. I suggest you plan out tonight’s shoot. Rytsar said he was open to pretty much anything you wanted to see.”
    It was with great effort that Brie switched gears, her head still swimming with the knowledge that Rytsar and Sir had a rich history she knew very little about. She hoped the Russian would be more forthcoming about their past once she got him alone.
    Brie grabbed a pad and pencil from the nightstand and snuggled up to Sir, grateful to have this quiet time together. The fact he enjoyed her presence as much as she enjoyed his was of great comfort to her.

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    R ytsar was raring to show off his skills for the camera, and wasted no time once he had awakened from his nap. Brie shared her ideas for the scene, but he disagreed.
    “No, we start with something simple. It is always best to start that way.”
    She shrugged. “You’re the expert, but I had hoped for footage that people wouldn’t be able to stop talking about.”
    He smiled confidently. “No need to fret.”
    His guard, Titov, escorted Brie into the vehicle and then loaded all of her equipment while Rytsar called to make the necessary arrangements with two of his subs. Brie was taken to an apartment on the other side of Moscow.
    “One of my girls is setting up the scene at my old apartment so we won’t have to waste time,” he informed her.
    “Great,” Brie answered calmly, although she was suddenly unsure how well she would handle watching Rytsar from behind the lens. This was a first for