Page 35 of Tied to Hope
Nodding at Brie, the man left.
Once she heard the moving van pull away, Brie turned to Sir. Holding her breath in anticipation, she slowly lowered herself to the floor and bowed low at his feet.
“How may I serve you, Master?”
Her whole body quivered as she imagined all the things he would do to her.
Instead of giving her a command, however, he asked for her hand and helped her back to her feet.
“Not here, téa,” he said with a seductive smile. “Come with me.”
Her heart skipped a beat as he placed his hand on the small of her back and she felt that familiar jolt of electricity that Sir’s touch always caused.
Leading her out of the house, he took her to the car and drove her back to the apartment just as the sun was setting.
Downtown LA became a magical place as the colorful sunset brought out another side of the city, bathing the tall skyscrapers in fiery shades of orange and yellow.
That sense of magic continued as Brie walked into the building with Sir.
“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Davis.”
Sir nodded to the doorman in acknowledgement while Brie kept her attention solely on Sir as he guided her to the elevator.
Déjà vu washed over her as all those memories of her first time here, when Sir brought her home after the collaring ceremony, came flooding back.
She’d been so nervous back then…
As they stood there, waiting for the elevator, Brie reconnected with those old feelings and unknowingly let out a nervous sigh.
“Nothing to be nervous about, babygirl.”
She looked at him and smiled. He’d said that on the first night, too. She was curious if he was planning to replay that first night here, and she felt a thrill at the thought.
The bell chimed just before the elevator doors opened. On the ride up, Brie stared discreetly at Sir in the reflection of the mirrored walls of the elevator.
Sir’s chiseled good looks had matured over the last few years, giving him an even more commanding demeanor. She searched his face, trying to figure out the difference. He was just as handsome, but his look was leaner…and wiser.
Although Brie would never dare tell him that! She’d learned her lesson about using the word “wise” around Sir.
When they arrived on the fifteenth floor, Brie hesitated for a moment before stepping out.
This would be the last time…
Knowing that filled her with sadness. She had so many memories associated with this apartment.
Her entire life changed here!
Sir pressed his hand against her back, directing her forward as he escorted her to the dark wooden door of his apartment, which was engraved with the BDSM triskele. Brie wondered if the next tenant would understand the significance of the symbol.
When Sir opened the door, she entered the apartment hesitantly. She noticed her heels now made a hollow echo as she walked down the long, narrow hallway that was now bare of all the art that used to cover the walls.
Thankfully, for Brie, the apartment still smelled of Sir and made her smile.
They walked into the large, empty room with the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked downtown LA.
“I will miss this view,” she murmured as the two of them watched the last rays of the sun disappear behind the buildings.
Sir moved behind her, stating in a low growl, “It is an impressive view, but I know of one even better.”
