Page 8 of Beneath the Flames
Her daughter’s eyes twinkled as she answered the blossom and then gave it a sweet kiss.
Brie hugged Hope. “You are too adorable!”
She was startled when someone knocked on the other side of the mirrored wall.
“Hello?” Brie called out.
She heard Lea’s familiar voice. “I need you to unlock the door.”
“What do you mean?”
Sir quickly scanned the wall and found a lock cleverly hidden by the design of the mirrors. When he unlocked it, the mirrored wall moved, revealing a connecting door.
“Can you believe it?” Lea squealed. “Hunter got adjoining rooms so we can hang together!”
Hunter walked in behind Lea, staring at her with pride. “Only the best for my sprite.”
Lea leaned into him, murmuring, “Hunter, you’ve seriously thought of everything.”
“This is just the beginning…” he replied with a wink.
Sir turned to Hunter. “I understand such extravagant accommodations for Ms. Taylor, but there was no need for you to splurge on us as well.”
“On the contrary, Mr. Davis.” He grazed Lea’s cheek with his fingertips. “A person’s happiness has nothing to do with their career choice or where they choose to live.But it has everything to do with the person they choose to share life’s journey with. I want these next five days to reflect the beauty of this union between Master and submissive, as well as the magnitude of what it means for both of us.”
Lea purred, looking into Hunter’s eyes as she nodded in agreement.
“I couldn’t agree more,” Sir stated, glancing at Brie. “The person you choose makes all the difference in the world.”
“For that reason,” Hunter continued, “I’ve spared no expense. I want Lea to know how much I value her as my partner, and we both want the two people responsible for this union to be present when she formally accepts my collar.”
“If I’m being completely honest, I expected your family to attend,” Brie told them both.
Lea chuckled. “Neither of our families understands the significance of this ceremony. They are all waiting for a wedding—which we’re not opposed to. However, for Hunter and me, this collaring means more than any civil ceremony.”
“Understood,” Sir replied, looking tenderly at Brie.
“If there is anything I can do to make this more special for you two, I’d be more than happy to help,” Brie told them both.
“Remington has everything under control,” Hunter assured her.
Lea grinned at Brie. “The only thing I need from you isyou, silly.”
Her declaration touched Brie deeply. Their friendshipmeant the world to her. It had carried her through good times and bad. “I love you, Lea.”
Grabbing Brie, Lea pressed her large boobs against her. “And I love you, Stinky Cheese. Forever and always.”
When Lea let go, Brie glanced at Hunter. She felt mortified when she confessed, “Hunter, I’m embarrassed to admit that I only just learned your surname and have no idea what your first name is.”
Hunter gave her a half-grin. “Well, that’s easily remedied.” Holding out his hand, he stated in a formal voice, “My given name is Ian.”
Brie shook his hand, saying formally, “Thank you for these lovely quarters, Ian Castillo.”
“Castillo…are you of Spanish descent?” Sir asked.
“I am. My father is Spanish, but I grew up in Portugal, where my mother was born.”
“I visited Portugal on several occasions with my father when I was a boy,” Sir told him. “It’s a beautiful country rich with culture.”
