Page 23 of The Ties That Bind
Sir frowned when he added, “Several weeks later, he received it back in the mail. My father immediately tore up the music sheets and tossed them into the fireplace.”
“Why would he do that?” Brie cried, mourning the loss of a song that would never be heard.
“Papa insisted it was created solely for that one person. Because it had been returned, he had no heart to play it.”
Brie whimpered. “That’s so sad…”
“I can’t begin to understand, but I respect my father’s feeling on the matter.” He stared at the mask again. “This piece of art came from an other-worldly place and was meant specifically for you.”
She picked up the mask feeling a sense of awe. “I’m honored.”
“As you should be, babygirl. To inspire a muse is a rare gift.”
Sir stared at the notes on the mask again with a faint smile. “I must plan a grand scene worthy of this mask. For now, however, you must content yourself with the new instrument I have for you.”
Her eyes widened. “What kind of instrument, Sir?”
He smiled seductively. “You’ll find out tonight.”
Brie let out an excited squeak. She always felt a special thrill experiencing something new with Sir.
She was unsure how she was going to concentrate on anything the rest of the day. It was one of the things she loved most about Sir. He knew how to draw out a scene, even before it began.
Brie shivered with delight, wondering what kinkiness he had in store for her.
By the time Brie put Hope to bed, she was already wet with anticipation. Sir had commanded she meet him in the bedroom once she was done. After closing Hope’s door, she quickly headed downstairs.
Her heart was racing when she walked into the room and saw the open door to their secret playroom. Sir stood at the entrance, waiting for her.
The crimson walls of the room were covered in a multitude of instruments, which complemented the sexy wooden table with leather cuffs in the center of the room.
“Undress,” he ordered in a sultry tone.
His simple command fanned the flames of her desire. With practiced grace, she unbuttoned her blouse, teasing him with sensual peeks of her naked skin before letting the blouse fall to the floor. Rather than feeling self-conscious of her round belly, Brie was extremely proud of it because it represented the potency of their love.
She playfully shimmied out of her skirt next, then turned away from Sir to undo her bra. Glancing over her shoulder with a seductive gaze, she held it out before dropping it onto her pile of clothing. Brie slowly turned around for him so he could admire her.
Sir stared lustfully at her ample breasts and motioned her to him. “I’ll take care of those panties.”
She glided to him and felt a thrill as he pulled out the knife he used for wax play from his pocket. With two quick movements, her panties lay in tatters on the floor. Sliding his hand between her legs, he nodded his approval.
“Already wet for me.”
“Yes, Master. I have ached for you all day.”
His eyes flashed wickedly. “I long to see how you react tonight.”
Brie glanced at his wall of tools, curious if he had already added it to his collection, but she saw nothing new.
Sir followed her gaze and chuckled lightly. “What you seek is in my suit pocket.”
Brie turned her attention back on him, surprised that the instrument would be so small.
Sir slowly reached into his jacket but kept his hand closed when he pulled it out.
“Curious?” he asked, holding out his fist.
She nodded enthusiastically.
