Page 87 of Tied to Hope
Loving the Russian
Rytsar, distressed by the news about Sasha, started pacing as soon as they arrived back at the apartment.
Brie and Sir tried to console Rytsar without success.
After watching Rytsar pace back and forth relentlessly for over an hour, Sir took Brie aside. “Our friend is struggling. Too much has happened for him to cope.”
“I know, Sir. It’s so sad…”
She looked at Rytsar, her heart aching for him.
Sir shared, “Anton once told me that the power in BDSM lies in the fact that it takes the physical and mixes it with the spiritual to create internal balance. Our friend is in desperate need of that right now.”
“I agree, Sir. I think it would benefit us all.”
Sir gave her an unusual command, instructing her to take off her collar and replace it with a collar from Rytsar’s tool chest. Her heart raced, wondering what Sir was planning.
Brie nodded to Sir, indicating she understood her task. Before leaving, she bowed to him and headed to the bedroom to change.
As she was walking away, she heard Sir ask Rytsar, “Would you like me to pour you a shot, old friend?”
“Da, peasant! I do not know what took you so long.”
Sir’s low chuckle followed her down the hallway. Brie smiled, grateful that the two shared such a relationship. Sir had a way of bringing out a lighter side to Rytsar even during stressful times.
Taking extra care to prepare herself, Brie thoroughly washed her skin before spritzing on a light perfume that not only had a pleasant scent, but also a pleasing taste.
Completely naked, she stared into the mirror. She was suddenly hit by an overpowering sense of love for Rytsar.
Tonight, she hoped to express her love in a way that would help heal his hurting heart.
Brie wandered over to Rytsar’s bedroom and opened his tool chest, searching through it until she found a collar and leash. She carefully buckled the leather collar around her neck and attached the leash to the metal ring.
The sound of the click as she attached the leash sent a pleasant shiver down her spine.
With a sense of anticipation and love, she picked up the handle of the leash and headed out of the bedroom.
She could hear the two men talking, the tone of their voices somber and quiet. Brie assumed they were discussing what had happened and wondered if she should interrupt.
When Sir saw her, however, he smiled in approval.
Rytsar turned to face her. When their eyes met, her heart skipped a beat—the connection made.
She walked up to him with the grace of a feline, bowing low at his feet as she lifted the leash to him with open palms.
He made no move toward her.
She looked up at him questioningly.
Although his gaze held untold passion, there was profound sadness behind those intense eyes, and seeing it stole her breath away.
Brie was determined to ease that sadness with the strength of her love.
She let out a soft moan when Rytsar took the leash from her hands and pulled on the chain. Claiming her offer of submission, he lifted her up to meet his lips.
His low groan spoke to her soul, filling her with a need to satiate his desire.
Her Master came up behind her and caressed her shoulders. Tingles of electricity coursed through her body when she felt his touch.
