Page 33 of Tied to Hope
“Oh, Sir, is this for me?” she asked in wonderment.
“I had this desk custom built. I want you to have only the best for your office.”
She wrapped her arms around him, touched that he cared so much about supporting her career. “I love it, Sir. This is absolutely beautiful, and the fact that you had the desk made for me makes it even more special.”
Sir took her hand and kissed it. “I consider it an honor to support your career, my love.”
The butterflies started up again and she wondered if the time had come to christen the kitchen countertops.
Instead, Sir whispered into her ear, “This isn’t it either.”
“More?” she squeaked, unable to contain her excitement.
When Sir nodded, Brie checked all the rooms upstairs before heading back down to the first level.
She became methodical as she checked the dining room, the formal office, and the guest bedroom, but she came up short.
Remembering the hot tub outside, she headed out to check, certain she’d finally discovered his surprise.
Although some of the vines on the lattice had started to bloom with purple flowers, nothing had changed.
Brie was stumped and looked at Sir questioningly. Maybe itwasthe bathroom? It was possible Sir hadn’t liked the theme and had altered it.
Heading back into the master bedroom, she walked straight to the bathroom to find it was the same lovely bathroom, with the Roman columns and Italian tile.
Brie was thoroughly stumped.
Afraid she had missed some small detail, she walked through the entire house again. After combing through every room, she was at a complete loss.
Putting her hands on her hips, she frowned in defeat. “Other than the counters, the reading nook, and the desk upstairs, I don’t see a difference, Sir.”
“You haven’t looked closely enough,” Sir stated with amusement.
Brie let out a frustrated sigh. “I checked the whole house, so unless there’s a hidden room I don’t know about…”
She saw that sparkle return to his eyes and knew she was on to something. She returned to the bedroom and opened the walk-in closet only to find it was unchanged.
She then headed for the giant shoe closet on the other side of the bedroom, and that’s when it hit her. The door to the shoe closet was gone as if it had never existed.
Next to where it was supposed to be was the new bookcase, as well as the newly built window seat. She’d been so intent on finding the obvious that she had totally missed what was no longer there.
Pointing to the missing closet door, she asked excitedly, “What happened to the shoe closet, Sir?”
Smiling, Sir called out, “Open the door. Five-two-one-one-four.”
Brie heard a click and the wall slowly swung open. She walked over to it completely enchanted by having a secret room.
When she stepped inside, Brie put her hand to her mouth. “Oh, my goodness, Sir.”
The room had been completely gutted of all the shoe shelves. Instead, it had been transformed into their own private playroom.
The crimson walls had iron hooks and shelving to store their multitude of toys, along with a St. Andrew’s Cross, a spanking bench, inviting chains hanging from above, and the most exciting thing of all…a wooden table with leather cuffs attached to it.
Brie swore it looked like the table at the Submissive Training Center. The same table that Sir had bound her to on her second day of training and then had taken her virginal ass for the first time.
“Is that…?” she asked breathlessly.
“No, it’s a replica I had made.”
