Page 54 of Tied to Hope
His pronouncement sent a shiver through Brie. She felt as if those words were meant for her, as well.
“Brie…” Sir called out, his voice raw.
When she ran into his arms, Sir pulled her to him. She could feel his entire body trembling.
Brie kissed Sir’s sweaty skin all over, grateful Marquis had walked him through to the other side intact.
“What can I do for you, Sir?”
He whispered in her ear, “Be with me.”
That night, after his flogging session with Marquis, Brie felt a distinct change in Sir.
Once again, he was in control, trusting his ability to support his friend in whatever capacity he was needed.
It gave Brie the confidence that she could do the same.
Spa Day
Wanting to lose herself in her film, Brie was hunched over her computer as she worked on film edits. But, having been at it for hours, things were starting to blur. Banging repeatedly on the same key, she cussed at her computer in exasperation.
Sir surprised her by coming up from behind and placing his hands on her shoulders.
As soon as she felt the welcomed electricity of his touch, she sat back in her chair and purred. “Ah…that feels wonderful.”
“You seem awfully tense,” he stated as he massaged her shoulders.
“I’m just trying to edit this piece but my computer is being a butt.”
“A butt?” he chuckled. “Is that your way of saying you need a new computer?”
She stared at the screen, frowning. “No. It’s really a case of user error. I’ve been editing this same scene for three days now and it’s still not quite right.”
“Maybe you need time away.”
“Yes…but even if I work on another segment, Lea and Tono’s scene will keep eating at me until it’s right, and it’s wearing me thin.”
Sir turned the chair around so that she was facing him. “When I said time away, I meant away from the computer. Why don’t you enjoy a spa day and invite whomever you want to join you? It’s been a while since you’ve had time alone with your friends.”
It sounded like the perfect distraction.
Brie stood up and then went on tiptoe to wrap her arms around the back of his neck. “How did I get so lucky?” she asked, kissing him on the lips.
“It had nothing to do with you, my dear, and everything to do with your butt.” He smirked as he slapped her hard on the ass before grabbing a fleshy handful.
Brie invited Lea and Mary to meet her at a fancy spa in Santa Monica. She really craved spending some time with the two of them, especially after having edited both of their scenes for her documentary recently.
Lea waltzed into the spa first, and let out a high-pitched squeal when she saw Brie. “Hey, girlfriend!”
Brie noticed the other women in the waiting room were giving Lea a condescending stare. That was one thing about LA that Brie didn’t like. A lot of people tended to think too highly of themselves and were unfriendly.
She stood up and purposely gave Lea a long hug in the middle of the room, not caring what the other women thought. “So glad you could make it, woman. We haven’t had girl time in ages.”
“I know! Crazy to think how long it’s been.”
When they sat down, Lea immediately bumped shoulders with her. In a voice loud enough that the other women would hear, she said, “They say going to the spa is all about loving yourself—but I say the magic wand does a better job.”
Brie’s eyes widened, caught off guard by the joke, and she burst out laughing.
