Reclaiming Her
Although her situation hadn’t changed, Brie felt empowered after speaking with Marquis. She continued to think about their conversation for weeks after. It wasn’t lost on her that Marquis had called her ‘pearl’, the name he used while training her, and Brie took it as a sign.
After putting Antony down for a nap, she walked into Sir’s office to find Hope on the floor, clipping bows to Shadow’s black fur. The huge animal looked comical covered in pink and purple bows, but he endured Hope’s attention like a champ.
Knocking on the door frame, Brie announced, “I’ve made a decision, Sir.”
He turned from his desk to face her. “About what?”
She suddenly felt butterflies as she stared into those magnetic eyes. “I want to scene with you.”
Sir raised an eyebrow. “You are sure?”
“I haven’t been more certain about anything in my life.”
“Excellent, Miss Bennett. We will discuss the tools I’ll be using.”
Brie shivered. For some reason, she suddenly felt bashful, as if this was to be her first time scening with him. It came as a shock to her since she was not only his submissive but also the mother of his two children.
“Just to be clear, we will not be scening tonight,” Sir stated. “I need adequate time to plan our session.”
Brie nodded, overcome with nervous anticipation. She suddenly felt…alive again.
“I understand, Sir.” As she turned to leave, she looked back and smiled shyly. “Thank you.”
Her heart melted when he winked at her.
Brie walked away, marveling at the fact that Sir’s patience and foresight had been able to rekindle those feelings inside of her.
Maybe, just maybe, she could reclaim the very thing Holloway had tried so violently to destroy.
Friday night, Sir joined Brie and the kids in the dining room. He was dressed in his expensive Italian suit. He looked so fine that she struggled to keep her wits about her.
“Daddy pretty!” Hope cried enthusiastically, clapping her hands.
“Why thank you, little angel,” Sir replied, bending down to kiss her on the cheek.
Brie stared at him, murmuring, “I have to agree with Hope…”
Sir sat down beside Brie and gave her a long, lingering look before dishing up his daughter’s plate.
Brie couldn’t take her eyes off Sir, certain that tonight would be the night.
“You look a little flushed, my dear. Are you feeling well?” he asked with a smirk.
Brie waved her hand back and forth, fanning herself. “It suddenly got hot in here.”
“You don’t say?” He smiled charmingly. “Would you like some pasta, Miss Bennett?”
Hearing him call her by her maiden name made the butterflies start up again because it removed any doubt about what Sir planned for tonight.
“I would love that. Thank you,” she answered breathlessly.
As Sir handed her the bowl of pasta, his hand grazed hers. It was like a bolt of electricity passing between them, and Brie nearly dropped the dish.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
She just nodded, blushing profusely.