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A tear ran down Brie’s cheek.
She was certain he was speaking to Tatianna. How beautifully tragic that he re-connected with her every morning and that she remained a part of his life.
Rytsar was a condor, like Sir.
He turned to walk out, stopping short when he saw her. “Radost moya, what are you doing here?”
Instead of answering him, Brie walked up to him, wrapping her arms around his muscular body as she laid her head on his chest. “You are a beautiful soul.”
His low chuckle reverberated against her cheek as he enfolded her in his strong embrace.
Laugh with Lea
With their big move-in date quickly approaching, Brie was tickled when Lea offered to come over and help her pack some of her personal things.
“I can just imagine it. A day of constant giggling,” Sir stated when she told him.
Brie had to laugh because she knew he was right. “We’ll do our best to keep it to a minimum, Sir.”
“No need.” He cupped her chin and kissed her on the lips. “I enjoy the sound of your happiness.” Her heart melted as he pulled away.
“I’ll keep Hope with us so you don’t have to worry about her while you work, Sir,” she assured him.
“Actually, I plan to take time off to spend the day with her.”
Brie’s hands flew to her chest as she cooed. “Oh my goodness…a daddy/daughter day! How sweet is that?”
He smiled tenderly as he looked at Hope, who was happily bouncing in her jumper.
Brie remembered Sir’s promise that he would be an active parent in Hope’s life, just as his father had been in his. And, despite his heavy workload, Sir had kept that vow, changing diapers without complaint, comforting Hope in the night, and even joining Brie for pediatrician check-ups.
He was nothing like Brie’s own father, who had pretty much come home every night after work expecting his wife to wait on him hand and foot.
Her mother had done so happily, never questioning his lack of involvement in Brie’s life. In their household, clear lines had been drawn between the male and female roles and were strictly adhered to.
Seeing the interaction between Sir and Hope made Brie wonder what her relationship with her father would have been like if he’d been equally involved when she was a child.
Knowing there was no point in dwelling on what might have been, Brie dismissed the thought. However, it did make her even more grateful for the role Sir had chosen to take in their own little family.
People on the outside naturally assumed that because they had a D/s relationship, that those same old-fashioned rules applied. But, nothing could be further from the truth.
Sir cherished her and his child, and, because of that, he would do anything to keep them safe and well cared for, both physically and emotionally.
While the dynamics of their power exchange were polar opposites, the two of them were still equal partners—both having a voice in what happened in and out of the bedroom. Brie knew that Sir valued her thoughts and opinions, and he considered them with every decision he made.
Brie credited their commitment to the BDSM lifestyle for ensuring they practiced open communication in all other aspects of their lives.
It was perfectly acceptable for her to disagree with Sir but, in those rare instances when she did, he encouraged her to respectfully voice her reasoning so they could discuss it and come to a mutual understanding.
Oftentimes, once he explained his decision-making process, she agreed with him. The few times when they could not come to an agreement, Brie acquiesced, trusting in his dominance over her. However, there had been several times when Sir had taken her side because, although he did not agree, he could see it was important to her.
Brie was grateful that Sir took his dominant position in her life seriously, and that he never made her feel less important because she served under him as his submissive.
She figured her father could learn a thing or two about being a real man from Sir.
Wouldn’t that be an interesting discussion?She thought, giggling to herself.
Brie stood by the door, eagerly awaiting Lea’s arrival. As soon as Brie heard the ding of the elevator, she swung it open and cried, “Lea!”
