Whispered Promises

Bedtime

Rytsar called regularly, but he still remained in Russia for unexplained reasons. Tonight, he’d requested a chance to sing to the children at bedtime, so Brie started with Antony. Laying him down in the crib, she tucked him in and then held the phone above her son’s face so he could see Rytsar.

Antony smiled and reached up, wanting to touch his dyadya.

As soon as Rytsar began singing the hauntingly beautiful Russian lullaby, Brie saw Antony start to relax. She was not surprised when he fell fast asleep after only two renditions.

Tiptoeing out of the room, Brie shut off the light and quietly shut the door. “You truly have a magical voice,” she whispered.

Rytsar smirked. “It pales in comparison to my magical tongue, radost moya.”

“I can attest to that,” she agreed, blushing as she imagined that tongue pleasing her.

Brie entered Hope’s room next and smiled at her little girl, who was already in bed hugging the white horse Rytsar had given her.

“I have a special surprise for you, sweet pea.”

Kneeling beside the toddler’s bed, Brie held out the phone. The moment Hope saw Rytsar, she cried joyously, “Dyadya!”

The grin on Rytsar’s face melted Brie’s heart.

“Is moye solntse ready to sleep?” he asked her.

Hope nodded while squeezing the neck of her horse tightly with both arms. Rytsar started slowly, lingering on each word as he sang to her.

Brie smiled to herself when she saw Hope’s eyelids starting to droop.

By the time he finished the last line, “…wish you sweet dreams while you sleep…” Hope was already in dreamland.

Brie grinned as she turned off the light and shut the door. “That was truly beautiful, Rytsar.”

“Not as beautiful as you.”

Brie giggled as she headed downstairs, but her smile faltered after a moment. “I miss you.”

“That was part of the reason I called tonight.”

She instantly perked up. “What do you mean?”

“It wasn’t just the children I wanted to put to bed tonight.”

Brie grinned. “What do you have in mind?”

“Do you see your Master?” he asked with a sexy smirk.

Brie glanced in the kitchen, then looked over at Sir’s office and noticed it was dark. Curious, she headed to the bedroom but found it empty also.

Giggling, she admitted, “I think I’ve lost him.”

“Did you try out back?”

She immediately headed out to the backyard, and there she found Sir sitting in the hot tub with a martini waiting for her.

“Take off your clothes, radost moya, and join him,” Rytsar commanded.

Slipping off her dress, Brie shimmied out of her underwear and quickly joined Sir in the hot tub. She purred as she slid into the warm, bubbling water.

When Sir pulled her to him, she noticed he was also naked. “Well, hello, Sir!”