Page 25 of Bound by Love
Brie nodded, biting her lip in excitement.
“Let Autumn help you into your lingerie,” Tono instructed.
She glanced at Autumn, who was holding up the panty set Brie had picked out. Although she and Autumn had never worked together in a scene, she felt completely comfortable with her here.
“I have a confession,” Autumn told Brie. “When Tono invited me to join him for this shoot, I actually squealed.”
“I can attest to that,” Tono replied, chuckling.
Brie was grateful to hear it. “So you weren’t weirded out that it would be with me?”
Autumn shook her head, smiling. “Now that I’ve had time to get to know Tono, training as his submissive, I see things much more clearly.” She glanced at Tono proudly. “Ren Nosaka is the most honorable man I’ve ever met. I am completely and utterly in love with him.” Autumn smiled self-consciously, looking to the ground as a smile played on her lips.
Tono blushed slightly, but Brie saw in his eyes that the love Autumn had for him was returned.
Reveling in the feeling of peace and love that surrounded her, Brie quickly shed her robe and slipped into the lingerie Autumn held out for her, sincerely grateful for the help.
“Come,” Tono told Brie, holding out his hand when she was done.
She glided over to him, feeling as if she were walking on clouds. When he took her hand, Brie blushed, feeling a sense of déjà vu as he helped her onto the jute mat he’d laid out.
“Sit comfortably. I will act as your support.”
Brie felt awkward as she tried to find a position that was comfortable for her and the baby. But once she found it, Tono moved behind her and sat down, pulling her back against him. “I want you to close your eyes so you can concentrate on my breath.”
“Breathe with me…” she murmured, a smile on her lips.
“Hai,” he answered softly.
Brie imagined her tiny child safe within her womb, hearing the muffled but soothing sound of the flute as she was flooded with the overwhelming peace of her mother. Brie unconsciously caressed her stomach.
“Yes, I feel her, too,” Tono replied quietly.
Brie smiled. Tono had always had a special connection with her, so it seemed only natural that it extend to her child, as well.
That, my little girl, is my dear friend, Tono Nosaka, she said silently.
“I will not be binding you tightly today,” Tono explained. “I do not want to cause any stress for you or the baby.”
Brie felt the length of the rope trail across her skin, causing delightful tingles wherever it touched. She opened her eyes and smiled up at Autumn, surprised to see her holding a camera, the lens pointed at Brie, while Autumn silently took photos of them.
It was the same role she had played at Brie’s wedding—taking candid photos of the wedding party. Brie was grateful for the unique perspective Autumn would bring to recording this experience.
Closing her eyes again, Brie relaxed, doing just as Sir had asked, losing herself in the moment—there were no cameras, no audience, only the sound of the solo flute, the feel of jute, and Tono.
Giving in to the sensations, Brie felt as if she was floating effortlessly in the ocean, and a soft peal of laughter escaped her lips.
“Yes,” Tono encouraged her quietly, reaching around Brie as he tied incredibly intricate knots with skilled effort. The pull of the jute, the grazing of it against her skin, and the sound of his steady breathing filled her senses, leading her to nirvana.
When he was done, Tono stood away from her briefly to take pictures of his own. He moved around Brie, getting different angles and perspectives, smiling at her the entire time.
When he returned to her, he told her, “And now the pictures for your husband.” Tono slowly unhooked her bra and pulled it through the bindings in time with the music, leaving her breasts exposed. He gently moved her long curls to the side before taking the camera from Autumn.
“When you look into the lens, I want you to speak to your husband,” he instructed her.
Brie stared at the camera, the emotional high of being constricted in rope playing into her feelings for Sir and mixing with the miracle of their love growing inside her. A lone tear formed, and there was nothing she could do about it as it slowly rolled down her cheek.
“Could you wipe it away?” she asked Autumn.
