Page 16 of Bound by Love
“I demand a safeword.”
Rytsar chuckled. “This is your ultimate challenge, is it not? Knowing that there is no end until the task is complete.”
Brie sighed as she laid her head on the pillow.
No safewords…
The doctor came back in to check her. “We seem to have stalled out a bit. If we don’t start seeing more progress, I’ll give you Pitocin to make the contractions stronger.”
Brie’s eyes widened in fear.
When the doctor left the room, Brie whimpered, legitimately terrified.
“I know what will open you up,” Rytsar said with confidence.
“What?” she squeaked.
“Sexy thoughts.”
Brie frowned. “Rytsar, you shouldn’t joke at a time like this.”
“No, I think he’s right, babygirl. I want you to think of one of your fantasies. Make it a challenging one to complement the pain you are feeling.”
She tilted her head back. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, I think it will help.” Sir leaned forward from behind her so he could play with her breasts through the material of her gown. “Close your eyes and let that imagination of yours run wild.”
Brie took a deep breath. Already, her body was responding to Sir’s touch as he tugged and squeezed her nipples.
She closed her eyes, wondering what fantasy she should play out in her mind. Something challenging and kinky…a smile suddenly came to her lips.
“Have you got one in mind?” Sir asked.
She nodded.
“Does it involve me,radost moya?”
“It does, Rytsar…along with Sir, Master Anderson, and Boa.”
Sir’s chuckle was low and alluring as he whispered in her ear, “Indulge yourself…”
I was nervous. I knew Sir was planning to play out the fantasy I had written in my journal—the one about Sir, Rytsar, and the two hunky men who visited our home daily to help Sir in his recovery.
Unfortunately, I’d already been informed that the two men were strictly vanilla and would not be joining us. Instead, he’d invited men I knew and had scened with before but he refused to tell me which ones.
The only hint was that I would find the scene challenging.
Normally, I would have been intimidated by that, but Sir had a way of taking my fantasies and making them even more delicious than I ever imagined.
I trust him completely, but my curiosity is killing me.
He takes me to a private home, explaining on the way that the owners are off traveling in Europe and have offered their place to him. I like the idea of an unfamiliar environment. It adds to the sense of the unknown and increases my excitement.
We pull up to a mansion in Beverly Hills. It is impressive with its marble path leading up to the house and the giant water fountains on either side, surrounded by lush greenery. There’s no doubt important people live here.
Sir leads me inside and I am blown away by the size and opulence of the foyer alone. A small house could fit in that space. I look up at the tall ceiling and muse over what it would look like to have a ballet of submissives flying in jute above me.
I am guided down a flight of stairs and taken through the hallway to a set of grand double doors.
