Page 36 of Bound by Love
“Your nines still scare me, Rytsar.”
“As they should,” he said with a smirk.
A shiver went through her just thinking about his nines. She glanced at Sir and smiled. “I remember scening with you in front of his Russian colleagues. Now, that was intimidating, but delicious fun…”
“You made me proud that night, babygirl,” Sir told her.
Brie remembered how scared she’d been to scene in front of Rytsar’s BDSM friends, all well-respected Doms who had come to watch the Americans scene together. Even though she had still been relatively new to submission at the time, Sir had artfully guided her through that scene, and even surprised her with fire play at the end.
“That’s not all I remember about that first trip,” Rytsar growled.
Brie sighed happily, remembering the snowy cabin. That was where they’d had their first encounter as a threesome. Memories of that scene still made her hot to this day. “I will always cherish our time at your cabin in Russia.”
“You meanyourcabin,” Rytsar corrected.
Brie giggled. “Oh, yes. My special birthday gift from you.”
“That cabin holds many good memories,” Sir agreed huskily.
“So many memories…” Brie echoed.
“We should visit there and make more,” Rytsar suggested.
“And I can show off the swing set you bought for our little girl.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I have added to it since.”
Brie shook her head in amusement.
“Did I not tell you I would be the bestdyadyain the world? I mean to live up to that claim.”
“It was that swing set that started the whole discussion that led to this day,” Sir stated.
Brie nodded, realizing that Sir was right. Rytsar’s desire to be an uncle had prodded him to discuss the possibility of children with Brie. In a sense, that simple swing set had changed all their lives.
When the nurse walked into the room, they became silent, all eyes on the baby she carried in her arms.
“It’s time for her first feeding,” she told them, smiling at Brie.
Rytsar’s eyes were riveted on the child as the nurse walked past him, and he said in awe, “She is sokrasivaya…”
Sir leaned down and whispered in Brie’s ear. “Do you mind if I make the formal introduction now?”
“Please, Sir,” Brie answered, smiling over at Rytsar.
Sir gently took the child from the nurse’s arms and said, “Please give us a moment.”
He stared down at his little girl as he cradled her in his arms. The tiny baby looked up into his eyes, transfixed by her father’s gaze. “I will protect and love you all the days of my life. It is my solemn vow to you as your father.” Sir kissed her lightly on the forehead, and then walked over to Rytsar.
The burly Russian already had his arms out to receive her.
“Anton Durov,” Sir said in a formal voice. “I would like to introduce you to Hope Antonia Davis.”
Rytsar looked at him in surprise. “She carries my name?”
“We wanted you to be a part of her,” Brie told him from the bed.
Rytsar shook his head, almost losing himself to the emotions coursing through him. He closed his eyes and steeled his jaw, visibly struggling to rein them back in.
