Page 24 of Bound by Love
Autumn smiled at Tono as she corrected the angle. Meanwhile, Tono guided Brie to the spot where he wanted her to stand. He took his time to pose her, making little adjustments until he was satisfied.
Brie looked at Sir, her cheeks hurting from smiling so much.
“Sir Davis,” Tono asked, “would you stand behind Brie and wrap your arms around her, placing your hands on her stomach?”
When Sir stood behind her, Brie felt like she would melt from the tenderness of the pose when he placed his hands on her belly. She stared into the camera lens, riding high on a state of emotional bliss.
Sir was extremely patient and amenable, allowing Tono complete freedom to pose the two of them in various positions so Tono could realize his artistic vision. Afterward, he took the reins, directing their photo for Rytsar.
Brie giggled as she sat on the floor completely naked, the vodka bottle, which sported the homemade label with the red line through it, sitting between her legs—artfully hiding her pubic area as she gave the camera a humorous smirk.
When Sir felt satisfied they had enough shots, Tono handed Brie her silk robe so she could join them as they previewed the final shots.
“Perfection, babygirl,” Sir whispered, wrapping his arm around her.
“I think Rytsar will love it,” she told him.
Sir surprised Brie when he led her away to speak privately. “I have an important errand I’m obligated to run, but I’ve requested that Nosaka take additional pictures of you in his jute.”
Her heart fluttered at the thought of being bound in Tono’s rope, and she enthusiastically agreed.
“Don’t forget, you will also be enjoying the session of wax that Durov arranged.”
“Wax, too!” she squeaked.
Sir smiled. “And, in gratitude for their time and kindness in coming today, I’ve ordered a home catered meal. Nosaka will let the cook in if I am not back by then.”
She looked at him with concern. “How long do you think you’ll be gone, Sir?”
He stroked her cheek. “I need to check in with a friend, but I’ll be back as soon as I can. Who knows, you may still be flying in subspace by that time and won’t even notice my return.”
“I doubt that,” she giggled. However, the idea of experiencing subspace again bound in Tono’s jute had Brie more than a little excited. However, she hated that Sir had to leave and begged, “Are you sure you can’t stay?”
“No, my dear. But on my return, I will expect a full accounting of your day as we look over your pictures together.”
Brie tried to pout, but it didn’t last long before she broke into a smile. “Thank you, Sir.”
“For what?”
“For being so wonderful.”
He leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the lips. “I can see you’re giddy already, just thinking about the jute.”
She blushed. “You know me too well.”
“Enjoy this, babygirl. It will make Durov exceedingly happy.”
“Sir, if he ends up calling you first, would you tell him how happy I am?”
“Of course,” he replied, kissing her again.
Sir said goodbye to Tono and Autumn, giving Brie a private wink before he headed out the door. Brie hated to see him go but was immediately distracted when Tono’s favorite flute music filled the room.
“Close your eyes,” Tono ordered softly.
Brie obeyed his command, letting the music carry her as she waited. When he told her to open them again, Tono stood before her, dressed in his black kimono, a length of colored jute in his hand.
“Your Master has requested that his beautiful wife be bound in my decorative jute.”
