Page 63 of Bound by Love
Brie loved his answer. “Then it may take a little longer, but I promise to be ready by seven.”
“I insist you start with a warm bath. I need you relaxed and pliable for tonight.”
She took his hand and kissed the palm before placing it against her cheek. “Thank you, Master.”
He chuckled. “For what? We haven’t even begun.”
She gazed over at her dress. “For reminding me of who we are together.”
He leaned down to kiss her. “I would never let us forget.”
Brie watched as he left the room, her heart rushing with love and excitement.
To do the dress justice, she spent nearly two hours getting herself ready. Wanting to look perfect, she whipped out her phone and studied still shots of Scarlett so she could re-create her look.
Brie curled her hair just right and painted her lips with the pert red arches that had made Scarlett’s mouth so kissable.
Standing back afterward, Brie stared at her reflection in the mirror with her cascade of brown curls, wearing those adorable frilly white bloomers, the petticoat adorned with eyelet lace, and the white corset included in the box.
“I’m ready now, Rhett,” she called out playfully, excited for him to see her.
Brie was startled when Rytsar walked into the room. “Where’s Sir?”
“What,radost moya? Am I not enough for you?” he joked.
Brie giggled, giving him a hug. “I’ve missed you!”
“I have been a good potato so that I could heal.” He lifted his arms wide. “And now I am a man once more.”
“I’m so happy.” She hugged him again, excited to see him looking so well.
“Your man is not here and has left me in charge of helping you with getting dressed. However…” he said with a seductive growl, looking her over, “…I think you look delectable just as you are. Let me help you out of that corset…”
“No, no,” she laughed. “But I would appreciate it if you would tighten it a little.”
He moved behind her and she felt his warm breath on the back of her neck as he grabbed the ties and yanked them tighter. “Like this…?” he questioned lustfully, his sudden action taking Brie’s breath away.
Rytsar quickly adjusted the laces. He then stood back and turned her around to admire his handiwork. She found herself blushing under his scrutiny, his eyes riveted on her cleavage.
He said in admiration, “Radost moya, motherhood agrees with you.”
Brie glanced at her reflection in the mirror and grinned. He was right. Her breasts were impressive these days, and the corset totally rocked them out.
“I see you like the look as well,” he observed. “Shall we skip the dress, then?”
“Absolutely not,” Brie giggled. “The scenerequiresthe dress.”
“Very well, then,” he muttered good-naturedly, “but it is tragic to cover up such beauty.”
Brie kissed him lightly on the cheek, leaving a light imprint of her red lips. “Just you wait, Rytsar. When you see me in all my glory, you will understand.”
She had him help her into the hoop skirt and waited breathlessly as he slid the dress over her head and let it fall into place. Rytsar tied the sash around her waist, then commanded, “Turn for me.”
Brie felt like a true Southern belle as she turned slowly, basking in the joy of it.
Rytsar let out a low whistle. “I’ll admit,radost moya, while there are far too many layers, you wear it well.”
Just then, they heard a little cry come from Hope’s room.
