by Red Phoenix
“One key unlocks them all,” he explained as he opened all of the wooden doors, exposing a wealth of BDSM tools, including a colorful selection of wax.
Mr. Gallant glanced at Brie. “Naturally, there is always the possibility that despite our strict bedtime schedule and the classical music, the girls might need one of us. So, to prevent them from walking in unannounced, we have made locking the bedroom door the first of our nightly rituals.”
Ena nodded, smiling as she confided, “Because of our nightly ritual, I must admit that whenever I hear a door lock now, my body instantly responds regardless of where I am.”
Candy giggled. “I can only imagine.”
“Similar to Pavlov’s dog?” Brie asked, grinning.
“Yes,” Ena chuckled lightly. She looked at Mr. Gallant. “But I wouldn’t change a thing. I appreciate that our girls are protected from accidental exposure, and I am well cared for as a submissive.”
“I have to hand it to you, Gallant. It appears you thought of everything,” Baron said.
Mr. Gallant took Ena’s hand and squeezed it as he told Baron, “My family is the most important thing to me.”
Charmed by Mr. Gallant’s many gestures toward his wife, Brie suddenly realized what they were really about.
“Mr. Gallant, when you squeeze Ena’s hand, does that mean something?”
He smiled at her, clearly impressed that she had noticed. “It does, Mrs. Davis. I believe the best way to maintain a healthy D/s in public is to constantly acknowledge my wife’s submission. What better way to express that than a simple squeeze of the hand to let her know I see and value her submission.”
Brie loved his answer.
“A brilliant way to handle it,” Sir stated.
“My husband is exceptional as a Dominant,” Ena said with pride.
Mr. Gallant took Ena’s hand and kissed it, looking deeply into her eyes.
“I’ve seen you do that several times tonight, Mr. Gallant. Does it also have a meaning?” Candy asked.
Ena answered for him, not breaking eye contact with her husband, “It means ‘I am well pleased.’”
Both Brie and Candy murmured “aww” under their breath at the same time and then looked at each other and giggled.
Nothing makes a sub happier than to hear their Master is pleased…
Brie was certain when she saw Mr. Gallant pressing two fingers against his wife’s back that it meant something, too. “What about when you two were heading up the stairs?”
Mr. Gallant smiled kindly. “You are very observant, Mrs. Davis, but that is something we will keep to ourselves.”
Brie nodded, feeling slightly embarrassed that she’d asked.
“No need to feel ashamed for asking, Mrs. Davis,” Mr. Gallant assured her, easily reading the expression on her face.
Turning to Sir, he explained, “I believe it is important for each couple to establish their own silent signals. It prevents us from all doing the same thing and exposing ourselves to possible discovery.”
“Very astute,” Sir agreed.
It relieved Brie to know it was possible to continue their twenty-four seven relationship even as Hope was growing up. Plus, the prospect of coming up with a secret language only Sir and she knew would be so exciting!
“Thank you for sharing so much with us, Mr. Gallant. Even though I’m no longer a student in your class, you still continue to teach me,” Brie gushed.
He nodded to her. “It is my sincere pleasure, Mrs. Davis.”
At the end of the evening, once they made it back home, Brie let out a happy sigh. “This was a wonderful night, Sir.”
“I agree.”
“I’m so glad Baron, Captain, and Candy were there. It’s a dream come true for me that you’ll be training again.”
He put an arm around her. “But this time around, you are going to be by my side.”
Brie stared at him, a feeling of joy washing over her.
How did I get so lucky?
Weekend Retreat
Sir walked into the room where Brie was busy packing. “Babygirl, I’m going to postpone the move temporarily. Besides the countertops, there is an additional change I’d like to make to personalize our home.”
Brie’s curiosity piqued, she put down the vase she’d been wrapping. “What kind of change, Sir?”
“It’s a surprise.”
She raised her eyebrows. “But you know I’m no good with surprises…”
“Exactly,” he said with a charming smirk. “You still lack patience, my little sub. As your Master, it is my solemn duty to assist in your growth in that area.”
Brie almost rolled her eyes but, thankfully, didn’t.
However, Sir was looking at her as if he knew she wanted to. Blushing under his intense scrutiny, she chose to change the subject. “Should I keep packing then?”
“No, while we wait for the contractors to finish, I’d like you to revisit your film projects and decide which one you would like to release next.”
“Yes, Sir,” Brie answered dutifully, then let out a heavy sigh. “I really want to get started filming the documentary about your father and his beloved violin…” She groaned, locked in her indecision.
“But I have all the scenes filmed for that second documentary. It would be easy to finish it, and Mary insists she can help get it released. However, I don’t really want to work with Mr. Holloway again—not after the way he treated Faelan and Mary.”
Sir looked at her thoughtfully. “I encourage you to go over the material you have accumulated for both films. It should help give you some clarity. Your choice should come from the project you feel most passionate about.”
The smile he gave her made her feel cherished. “I see no reason for you to put off your film career any longer, now that I am recovered and Durov has returned to us.”
Brie broke out in a huge smile, still amazed by their good fortune.
“Yes, you are almost fully recovered, and Rytsar won’t have any reason to leave us again. On top of that, we have a beautiful new home on the beach.” She shook her head in amazement. “To think where we were and where we are now…it’s a miracle.”
“A miracle, yes. However, it’s also proof that one should never give up.”
“True,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. “We’ll never give up because we’re condors.”
Sir leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “Condors forever, babygirl.”
Brie let out a contented sigh. “I’m so happy right now.”
“I know how I can make you even happier.”
She looked at him with a flirtatious smile. “I bet you do, Sir.”
Closing her eyes in anticipation as he leaned in for a kiss, Brie could feel his lips just centimeters from hers. Instead of kissing her, he said, “I want you to pack a bag for the weekend.”
Her eyes popped open. “Where are we going?”
“Durov has invited us to stay at his place for the weekend while I go over my new plans with the contractors.”
Brie’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I can’t think of a better way to spend the weekend.”
Sir nodded his agreement. “It’ll give the three of us the time we need.”
“And Rytsar will get his dyadya time with Hope.”
“Yes, and that is important, as well.”
She looked at him playfully. “I can’t believe you teased me with that almost kiss just now.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Has it left you needy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What would you like?”
“I would like a kiss, Sir.”
“Beg for it, babygirl,” he commanded seductively.
Brie tilted her head up and looked into Sir’s eyes with genuine desire. “Please, Sir. I’m begging you for a kiss.”
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than she felt his firm lips pressed against hers. The man still had the ability to take her breath away with a simple kiss and she melted against him.
&nbs
p; When he released her, Brie let out a little gasp.
“You’ll receive another once you’re done packing your bag.”
Brie felt butterflies in her stomach as she turned to leave. She traced her fingers over her tingling lips while she walked down the hall.
Going to the baby’s room first, she started to pack for the weekend. She smiled to herself as she folded Hope’s tiny clothes in the suitcase.
To honor Sir’s wishes, Brie also packed up her laptop to bring with her. She wanted to look over all the scenes she had already filmed.
Now that Hope was six months old, Brie could pretty much take her anywhere she needed to go. There was no reason why being a mother should hinder her film career.
“Radost moya, it is good to see you again!” Rytsar said, answering the door with exaggerated enthusiasm.
“What? No greeting for me?” Sir mumbled.
“Eh…” The Russian looked at him as if unimpressed. “Greetings, peasant.”
Brie giggled. “We know the only reason you invited the two of us was to see Hope.”
Rytsar put his hand over his heart and looked properly wounded. He then proceeded to whisk Hope from her arms.
“Let me show you your new room, moye solntse.”
Brie glanced at Sir before following Rytsar down the hallway to one of his guest rooms. She was touched when she saw the plaque on the door. It was a colorful sun that resembled the one tattooed on his palm, and it had the words “moye solntse” written around the center of it.
“That’s so sweet, Rytsar,” she cooed, tracing the words around the sun.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he stated proudly as he opened the door.
Brie’s jaw dropped when she stepped inside with Sir beside her. The first thing she spotted was a crib with a canopy of white silk. To the right of the crib was a huge white dresser that was taller than Brie.
Curious, she asked if she could open a drawer.
“But of course,” Rytsar answered, gesturing to it.
Brie walked over and pulled out a middle drawer. Inside were a variety of frilly dresses separated by color. Brie shook her head as she opened another drawer. It had an array of tiny bathing suits.
“What have you done, bought out a whole store?” she teased.
“I want moye solntse to have whatever she needs when she visits me.”
“We’re only going to be a few houses down,” Brie laughed.
Sir nodded to the left side of the room. “What’s with the horse?”
Brie turned to see a replica of a miniature pony set on wooden rockers. It looked real, from its black and white fur and long mane, to its soft brown eyes with long lashes.
“Every young lady needs a horse, and I didn’t want moye solntse lacking for one until she is old enough to own a real one.”
Sir shook his head, but it was obvious that Hope was entranced by the miniature pony by the way she reached out for the horse and then looked up at Rytsar pleadingly. He walked over to it, giving Sir a smug expression as Hope grabbed the mane with both hands and squealed in delight.
“You’re incorrigible,” Sir muttered.
“I’m the dyadya, it’s my right.”
Brie smiled. “But, Rytsar, you promised you weren’t going to spoil her.”
“This is not spoiling,” he insisted, glancing around the room. “If you knew what I wanted to get her, you would understand that I’ve shown the greatest restraint.”
Brie glanced over at Sir, who had a bemused expression on his face.
Rytsar pointed. “Did you see that I set up a comfortable area for you to nurse her, radost moya?”
She looked in the corner of the room he was pointing to and saw a rocking chair with intricate flower designs covering it. Beside it was a small table with a lampshade with the same flowery pattern. He walked over and opened the little table drawer. “I have only the best treats should you get hungry while you nurse.”
Brie shook her head, stunned when she looked inside. There were little pretty packages of nuts, dried fruit, a yummy looking confection labeled a lactation cookie, and dark chocolates with raspberry.
“And I even bought the most advanced breast pump on the market so there’s no need to worry about bringing your own, should you have need of one.”
Grinning, he picked up a remote on the little table. “As far as sleep time? Moye solntse will drift into dreamland to only the finest music.” He clicked the remote and the lights in the room dimmed as tiny stars lit up the ceiling and a soft sonata played in the background.
“She is guaranteed sweet dreams when she is here.”
When Rytsar turned the lights back up, Brie glanced around the room again, noting that he had supplied it with every baby convenience known to man. “You don’t think this is overkill, even for a dyadya?”
“Not at all,” he assured her.
When Hope started to fuss, Sir chided, “It’s far too much. You’ve overwhelmed our little girl.”
“Nyet.” Rytsar looked at Brie knowingly. “She’s simply hungry.”
Brie smiled to herself because he was right. “It’s true. Hope normally nurses at this time and then goes down for her afternoon nap.”
Rytsar handed the baby over to Brie, then showed her how to work the remote for the lights and the music, reminding Brie to partake of the plentiful snacks. He then turned to Sir and clasped him on the shoulder.
“Let us leave mother and child to bond in moye solntse’s new room while we lay out on the beach. There are things you and I must discuss.”
Brie looked at Sir, who nodded his approval. “Come join us when you’re done. I’ll have a bikini laid out for you to wear.”
After the men left, Brie sat down in the rocking chair with Hope. It was actually a relief to finally nurse because her breasts were starting to ache. It amazed Brie that her body knew Hope’s schedule so well and provided her with exactly what her baby needed.
After she settled into the chair, she let out a soft moan. The rocking chair was the most comfortable one she’d ever sat in. It felt as if it had been made especially for her—which it probably had.
Brie slowly rocked Hope as she fed her, looking down at her little girl. “You have a crazy uncle.”
Reaching over without disturbing Hope, Brie pulled the little drawer open. Picking up one of the chocolates, she unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth while continuing to nurse.
Rytsar certainly knows how to spoil a girl, she thought, chuckling to herself.
After Hope had finished and Brie tucked her away safely in the fancy crib, she hit the remote and watched with wonder as the lights dimmed and the twinkling stars appeared.
Brie shut the door quietly and turned to see Titov standing there.
“I will watch over her,” he assured Brie.
She bowed her head slightly. “Thank you, Titov.”
“It is my pleasure, Mrs. Davis.”
“You can call me Brie, if you like. You are family now.”
He shook his head. “It makes me uncomfortable. I’ve never liked the cheese.”
Brie’s eyes widened and she had to cover her mouth before she burst out laughing. Once again, Titov had surprised her with his unique sense of humor.
With a playful smirk, she told him, “I would hate to make you uncomfortable in any way, so you may continue to call me Mrs. Davis.”
“Very well.”
He walked over to the door and stood at attention. Although Brie felt it was entirely unnecessary, she sensed that it was important to Titov.
Heading off to Rytsar’s bedroom, Brie found the black and gold bikini Sir had picked out for her to wear. She undressed and put it on, then brushed out her hair in front of the mirror. Looking at her reflection, Brie was amazed by how quickly the pounds of baby weight had disappeared due to her breastfeeding Hope.
Grasping her round breasts proudly, she smiled in the mirror. Another benefit had been these impressive breasts. Not Lea-sized, but damn big
nonetheless. Not only were these beauties excellent milk producers, but they looked smoking hot, especially in the sexy bikini Sir had chosen for her.
Walking out with confidence, Brie joined the two men. She found them both lying out on the beach, soaking in the rays of the sun.
“Hope is asleep with Titov on guard,” she announced.
“Good,” Rytsar said, lifting his head to eye her flattering swimsuit. She could feel his obvious approval and blushed when he winked at her.
Sir patted the towel between them. “Come join us, babygirl.”
Brie lay on it, smiling as she enjoyed the warmth of the California sun on her skin and listened to the soothing sound of the waves rolling in.
She turned her head slowly to the left to look at Rytsar, who was lying on his back, his eyes closed. Her gaze slowly traveled from his muscular chest down to his tight swimsuit, which effectively showed off his manly assets.
“I can feel your eyes on me, radost moya,” Rytsar said with a smirk, his eyes still closed.
Brie giggled and turned her head to the right. Sir was lying on his stomach, his head resting against his folded arms. Unlike Rytsar, his eyes were open and he was staring straight at her. The ravenous look in his gaze made her pussy wet.
Biting her bottom lip, Brie turned her head to look up at the bright blue sky. Sir and Rytsar had something planned for her—she could feel it in her bones.
The two experienced Doms kept her constantly on her toes.
She loved being challenged by these two and wondered if today might include Rytsar’s favorite tool, a bondage scene, or even a dual flogging by both Masters. She shivered in delight at the thought.
Of course, there was always the chance it might be something new she’d never experienced before. Sir and Rytsar were wickedly creative, and they consistently came up with fresh ways to please and test her.
Patience had never been Brie’s strong suit, so she snuck a peek at both men. Sir’s intense gaze was still on her, and now Rytsar’s was, too.
“Téa.”
Brie felt the butterflies start. Sir only used his pet name for her when they were about to scene together. “Yes, Master?”