Page 49 of Bound by Love
“We didn’t,” Lea answered. “This was all Mary’s doing.”
Brie turned to Mary in surprise. “You did this for me?”
“Hey, I figured somebody needed to throw you a party since you got gypped, popping out the kid too early.”
“You’re right. I was feeling sad I missed out.”
Mary gave her a wink before telling Lea, “Get drinks made already. I’m dying of thirst here.”
“Yeah, yeah…Blondie.”
“Enough with the sass, big boobs. Get the lead out.”
Brie grinned, loving the familiar banter between the two.
Mary tore open a bag of miniature colored clothespins, explaining to Brie, “LeainsistedI had to have games for this party. Well, I googled baby shower games and they were all too damn stupid. So this is all you get.” She handed each person three clothespins. “Pin these on yourself where everyone can see them. Once I say go, if you catch someone saying the word ‘baby,’ you get all their clothespins. The woman who wins them all gets to keep them and utilize them however her kinky heart desires.” She opened and closed the purple one in her hand. “And, let me tell you, these puppies aren’t just good for the ol’ nipple…”
Brie giggled. “Only a bunch of subbies would look at a simple clothespin and, instead of thinking laundry, immediately think pervertibles.”
“You got that right,” Candy said, giving Autumn a friendly elbow in the ribs. “I hear you’re one of us now.”
Autumn blushed. “Actually, I’m just training under Tono. I’m not official like you guys.”
“Nonsense,” Lea said.
Brie agreed. “Doesn’t matter if you train with one Dom or a school of them.”
“Especiallyif you’re training with Tono,” Lea said. “You got yourself a dreamboat there, Autumn.”
“And ‘Go’, the game has officially started,” Mary announced to the group as she pinned her purple pins on. Looking at Brie, she added, “So, rather than waste time with these lame-ass games, I thought it would be more fun to sit and chat like we used to. It’s been a long time since we’ve been able to do that as a group.”
“I love me some Girl-Time,” Brie agreed.
“Nice pearls, Brie,” Lea said as she walked over to give Brie her glass of coconut milk. “I was expecting you to be in sweats with your hair up when we got here.”
Brie laughed, but Lea’s comment started her thinking. She pulled out her phone and texted Sir:
Baby Shower. But I bet you already knew that.
Enjoy, little mama.
She suddenly realized that had been the reason he’d insisted on pearls.
Am I still going to be molested, Sir?
Of course.
She smiled to herself.
Looking forward to it!
Setting her phone down, Brie took the middle seat on the couch and put an arm around Lea. “You remember when I would record you and Mary after our lessons at the Center, and then we’d stay up all hours of the night talking about it?”
“Absolutely. I still think about those days.”
“We were idiots back then,” Mary commented, sitting down with her drink.
“Actually, only one of us was an idiot. And, to be clear, it wasn’t Lea or me,” Brie teased.
