Page 87 of Her Sweet Surrender
“Of course not.Moye solntsemust attend!”
Brie had assumed his goodbye gift would be a night of kinky fun, but it appeared that was not the case.
“Dinner will be at seven. Do not be late.”
Just to make sure no kinkiness was involved, Brie asked, “If I happen to be late, will I be punished?”
“Your punishment will be knowing you’ve insulted me.”
His reply left no doubt this was simply a dinner invite.
However, Brie didn’t understand how serious Rytsar was about the formality of the evening until he sent Hope a sophisticated new dress. It was made of black lace ruffles with tiny pearls sewn onto the collar in a braided pattern.
After Hope’s dress arrived, Sir informed Brie, “I have a new gown for you to wear tonight as well. It’s waiting for you in the bedroom.”
Brie grinned, giving him a graceful bow before running to the bedroom.
On the bed, she found a conservative but alluring black gown. Lying beside the gown was the long strand of white pearls Sir had given her during her training. Although these pearls had a complex history, she had never forgotten the way he’d used them the first time as her Khan. Just thinking about it had her pussy quivering in delightful remembrance.
The gown had a low, sexy back and, when Brie put it on, she noticed that rather than concealing her baby bump, the dress accentuated it. She looped the pearls once before slipping them on and let them drape down her back.
For the evening, Sir dressed in his most expensive suit. The three of them looked like the definition of elegance and sophistication as they made their way to Rytsar’s home.
When Maxim answered the door, Brie was surprised to see he was dressed to the nines, as well. Incredible aromas wafted out the door, hinting at the feast they were about to enjoy.
Walking into the house, Brie spotted a man dressed in chef’s clothing moving round the kitchen and realized Rytsar had hired a personal chef for the evening.
“Would you like a cocktail while you wait?” Maxim asked formally.
“Certainly.” Sir smirked. “We’ll have two coconut waters on the rocks and a sippy cup of apple juice.”
Maxim kept a straight face and left them.
Brie glanced at the dining table and let out a little squeal. Candles ran down the center of the table, their flames reflecting the gold accents of the table settings and the beautiful crystal water goblets.
When Rytsar walked into the room, Brie’s jaw dropped. He was wearing a sharp, charcoal gray business suit with a vibrant red tie and sleek, polished dress shoes. She had never seen him look quite so striking before.
“Thank you for coming,” he stated in a regal voice.
Brie bowed her head.
“I must say,moy droog, your woman looks particularly stunning tonight.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Sir replied.
Rytsar looked down at his suit. “This? It’s something I had at the back of my closet.”
Walking over to Hope, he held out his arms to her. “Come to me,moye solntse. Let me look at how beautiful you are in your pretty little dress.”
Hope giggled as Rytsar lifted her into the air and twirled her around. “You look like a properprintsessa.”
To Brie’s surprise, Maxim returned, handing Sir and Brie their coconut water on ice in heavy cut crystal glasses, and then he held out a golden sippy cup to Hope. “Apple juice for the young lady.”
Hope grinned as she took the shiny cup from him. Bringing it to her lips, she began sucking on it eagerly.
Brie giggled. “I never would have thought gold sippy cups were a thing.”
“Only the best of the best formoye solntse,” Rytsar stated, smiling at the little girl.
