Page 15 of Tied to Hope
At the top of the stairs, Ena nodded to Mr. Gallant before telling us, “Please excuse me while I check on the girls.”
Mr. Gallant led them to their bedroom and, once everyone was inside, shut the door, explaining, “Since the girls would think it strange to have all of our guests enter our bedroom, I had Ena check on them to make sure they are preoccupied.”
“Won’t they be able to hear us talking?” Captain asked.
“Actually, to aid them with their studies and help them to sleep, we have classical music set at a low level in both of their rooms. Not only does it have an overall calming effect, but it also lessens the chance of our girls overhearing us while we play.”
Ena opened the door and quietly entered the room. “They are both focused on their homework and wanted to thank you again for doing their dishes, Husband.”
Mr. Gallant’s eyes twinkled as he nodded in acknowledgment. “I was just telling our friends how we ensure the girls are not disturbed by our nightly encounters.”
Ena’s laugh was gentle and sweet. “I never knew how much a gag can become a submissive’s best friend.”
Brie glanced at Sir and winked.
“As far as our toys…” Mr. Gallant stated, resting his hands on the oak countertop of their wet bar. “…you are right, Baron. Humans are naturally curious. I cannot fault my children for that. Rather than take chances, I had this wet bar built in the bedroom.” He patted the varnished oak with fondness. “My daughters think that their mother and father enjoy a nightcap in bed each evening, so it only makes sense that the bar is locked. No one would question it.”
He fished out a key from under his shirt, which was attached to a silver chain around his neck. “There is only one key and I never take it off.”
Mr. Gallant leaned down to unlock a center lock and Brie heard multiple locks sliding back at the same time.
“One key unlocks them all,” he explained as he opened all of the wooden doors, exposing a wealth of BDSM tools, including a colorful selection of wax.
Mr. Gallant glanced at Brie. “Naturally, there is always the possibility that despite our strict bedtime schedule and the classical music, the girls might need one of us. So, to prevent them from walking in unannounced, we have made locking the bedroom door the first of our nightly rituals.”
Ena nodded, smiling as she confided, “Because of our nightly ritual, I must admit that whenever I hear a door lock now, my body instantly responds regardless of where I am.”
Candy giggled. “I can only imagine.”
“Similar to Pavlov’s dog?” Brie asked, grinning.
“Yes,” Ena chuckled lightly. She looked at Mr. Gallant. “But I wouldn’t change a thing. I appreciate that our girls are protected from accidental exposure, and I am well cared for as a submissive.”
“I have to hand it to you, Gallant. It appears you thought of everything,” Baron said.
Mr. Gallant took Ena’s hand and squeezed it as he told Baron, “My family is the most important thing to me.”
Charmed by Mr. Gallant’s many gestures toward his wife, Brie suddenly realized what they were really about.
“Mr. Gallant, when you squeeze Ena’s hand, does that mean something?”
He smiled at her, clearly impressed that she had noticed. “It does, Mrs. Davis. I believe the best way to maintain a healthy D/s in public is to constantly acknowledge my wife’s submission. What better way to express that than a simple squeeze of the hand to let her know I see and value her submission.”
Brie loved his answer.
“A brilliant way to handle it,” Sir stated.
“My husband is exceptional as a Dominant,” Ena said with pride.
Mr. Gallant took Ena’s hand and kissed it, looking deeply into her eyes.
“I’ve seen you do that several times tonight, Mr. Gallant. Does it also have a meaning?” Candy asked.
Ena answered for him, not breaking eye contact with her husband, “It means ‘I am well pleased.’”
Both Brie and Candy murmured “aww” under their breath at the same time and then looked at each other and giggled.
Nothing makes a sub happier than to hear their Master is pleased…
