While the two of them were clearing the table after dinner, Sir leaned in close. “I have planned something special for you after the children go to bed.”
Even though she knew every tool that he would be using tonight, she was still buzzing with excitement.
Two hours later, after laying Antony down in his crib, Brie walked into Hope’s room to find Sir on the floor with his jacket unbuttoned, reading aloud to her. Brie loved the sound of his deep voice as he read the familiar fairy tale about the little mermaid.
When he finished, Brie came in and tucked Hope in bed, and they both kissed her goodnight. Brie blew her a final kiss before she shut the door.
Sir leaned in to kiss Brie but stopped just centimeters from her mouth. In a dangerously seductive voice, he commanded, “Join me in the bedroom in five minutes, Miss Bennett.”
Tingles coursed down her spine.
While she waited those few minutes in the hallway, Brie felt not only her anticipation growing but also her fear.
What if this failed tonight despite their best efforts? Could the psychological scars that Holloway inflicted cut so deeply that she would never know the joy of submission again?
That thought petrified her.
Brie stared at the entrance to their bedroom and chose to face her fear.
Standing straight with her shoulders pushed back and her head up, but still at a respectful angle, she walked into the bedroom.
She found the door to their secret room open with Sir standing beside it, holding out a red rose to her. “For my goddess.”
Brie smiled graciously as she took the stunning rose from him, suddenly shy and nervous again.
Sensing her uneasiness, Sir reminded her, “You are in complete control, Miss Bennett. I encourage you to call out your safeword if needed.”
Seeing the love reflected in his eyes renewed her courage. “I’m certain it won’t come to that, Sir.”
“Tonight, you will call me Master.”
She felt a thrill repeating his title. “Master…”
Sir lifted her chin and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Now, that didn’t hurt. Did it?”
“Not at all, Master,” she answered, feeling giddy with love for him.
Escorting her into the playroom, he gestured to the table of tools he’d set out. Pointing to the rose in her hand, he told her, “We’ll begin with the rose to stimulate your skin and then move on to the tools we both agreed to.”
Brie looked down at the table.
Sir had carefully laid out the items: a set of jeweled nipple clamps, a sensual massage candle, a blindfold, and a beautiful glass butt plug with an artful pink rose painted inside the glass.
“Hold the rose while I undress you,” he instructed.
Sir’s undressing of her was like a sensual dance. He led her with his caresses as he slowly guided her clothes to the floor. Once she was naked, he stood back and looked at her with adoration.
When she looked into his eyes, she could see with clarity the vision he had of her—it was breathtaking and deeply humbling. “You honor me, Master.”
His gaze grew softer. “I love everything about you—your passion, your mind, your body, your need…all of it.”
Brie teared up, remembering the first time he’d confessed those words to her in the cold Russian snow. Sir lightly brushed her tears away, chiding, “No crying tonight.”
Brie smiled demurely. “Yes, Master.”
Sir took the rose from her and asked, “Color, Miss Bennett?”
Glancing at the beautiful rose, she giggled. “Definitely green, Master.”