Page 13 of Beneath the Flames
Chewing it slowly, she felt sensual tingles coursing through her and was eager to complete his sexy task.
After swallowing the delicious morsel, she politely excused herself from the table and went to the bathroom. Once inside the stylish restroom, she slipped off her lace panties and stuffed them in her purse. Heading back out, she walked through the large dining area full of people with her chest out and her head held high but at a respectful angle.
Although this was a simple task, it really turned Brie on and caused her erect nipples to rub the material of her lace bra. The sensation felt deliciously wicked.
Brie sat back down next to Sir and held her purse under the table. While he continued his conversation with James, she pulled out her panties and wadded them into a ball.
Nonchalantly handing them to her Master under the table, she felt a jolt of electricity when their hands touched and he took them from her. Brie pretended to listen intently to the conversation, but she was far too distracted to think.
“Aren’t you going to eat your cake?” Lea asked her. “It’s incredible!”
Brie smiled, blushing slightly. “I’m suddenly not all that hungry.”
Lea raised her eyebrows, looked at Sir, and gave her a knowing smirk. Hunter noticed her smirk and glanced at Brie, as did Master Nosh.
Brie’s blush grew deeper. She was certain the three of them now recognized that a kinky power exchange was happening at the table.
Sir made no indication he was aware, continuing the discussion with James and inviting Ivetta to join in. He then glanced at his watch and turned to Brie. “It’s getting close to the children’s bedtime. We better go before the two begin to fuss.”
Brie smiled inwardly when she answered, “I agree.”
However, Nenove was reluctant to part with Hope, telling Brie, “Your daughter picks up our language unusually fast.”
Glancing at Sir, Brie laughed. “Then Hope takes after her daddy in that regard.”
Hope waved at Nenove and said goodbye when Brie picked her up. Nenove waved at her, mentioning to Brie, “The Cheyenne do not have a word for goodbye. We expect to see each other again, so there was never a need for the word.”
“I love that,” Brie declared.
Nenove nodded, her eyes twinkling as she looked at Hope.
“This is not goodbye,” Brie told the group as the four of them readied to leave. “This is just ‘until we see you again.’”
James grinned. “My wife, Besse, used to say that exact same thing! The fact is, when you’re on a cruise, you are pretty much guaranteed to see each other again during the trip. And, if you’re lucky,” he said, looking at Ivetta with fondness, “you’ll get to see them year after year.”
Ivetta smiled. “I sure miss Besse, but I know she’s here in spirit.”
“That she is!” he agreed wholeheartedly.
Brie looked at James with new understanding, sad to learn that his wife was dead.
“No need to feel bad,” James told her as if picking up on her sadness. “My Besse is always with me, and I can tell she’s smiling down on us right now.”
After getting Sir’s nonverbal permission, Brie gave James a hug before they left the table, feeling deeply touched by the love the man had for his late wife.
Good Girl
Brie was acutely aware of Sir’s presence as they walked back to their cabin.
Once inside, they performed their parental tasks with Sir reading a book to the children while Brie undressed them and put their pajamas on. Tucking them in, Brie kissed both of their foreheads and whispered to each of them, “I’m so proud of you.”
She then left the room with Sir, after he turned out the light and shut the connecting door. Brie trembled in submissive excitement when he pulled her panties from his pocket and gave her a sexy smile.
“Go out to the balcony and stare out at the ocean while you wait for me. I will stay behind to make sure the children are fast asleep.”
Brie bowed her head, purring, “It would be my greatest pleasure, Sir.”
Opening the sliding glass door, Brie walked out to see the sky lit up with stars and a sliver of a crescent moon overhead.
