Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
A small, startled gasp escaped her lips, which only spurred him on. He slapped her again, cupping his palm to add more sting. His balls ached, his cock so hard he could have hammered nails with it. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to yank open his fly, pull out his shaft and lift her onto it. Holding her in place by her hips, he would sink into her tight, wet heat in one smooth motion.
“More, please, Sir,” she begged breathily, bringing him back to the moment.
Her words were like fingers curling around his aching shaft. “Spread your legs and arch your hips forward so I can beat your cunt properly,” he commanded.
He was pleased when Lia obediently assumed the position. The sadist in him fully aroused, Beau pressed his fingers together to create a stiff paddle.
“You need this, don’t you, dirty girl?” he breathed in her ear as he smacked her slick cunt in a series of sharp, stinging blows.
“Oh, god, oh, yes, oh, please, Sir,” she begged.
He could smell her arousal—a light, musky scent that made his mouth water. She was his now, ripe for the plucking. He was tempted to slide a finger into her tight heat as he ground his palm against her hard clit. He would make her come harder than she ever had in her life.
Instead, he slapped at her inner thighs, which were actually wet with her juices. Alternating between her thighs and her swollen, slick cunt lips, he smacked her until she was whimpering, but still she didn’t utter her safeword. Finally, he let her go, taking a step back so he could do another rope check.
Her fingers were icy, her breasts starting to purple. She was bathed in sweat, her hair tousled, her eyes closed, her mouth slack.
She had had enough, even if he hadn’t.
“Hey, there,” he said softly, cupping her face in his hands. “You alive?”
Her eyes opened slowly. Her features had assumed the blurred, dreamy expression of a sated masochist. “Better than alive,” she breathed.
“You really are a very dirty girl, Lia Duvall.”
Some of her natural spark returned, her eyes narrowing as her lips lifted into a sassy smile. “You make it sound like that’s a bad thing.”
He shook his head, grinning back at her. “Quite the contrary, I assure you.” Recalling his task, he added, “I need to get you out of these ropes now.”
He worked quickly, first removing the breast harness and then releasing her from the suspension ring. He brought her arms down carefully and then unwrapped the ropes that bound them. He rubbed her flesh gently to get her circulation going again.
“There you go,” he eventually said, bringing her arms down to her sides. “A little of Mistress Aubrey’s miracle salve and you’ll be good as new.”
“Looks like we caught you at the right time.”
Beau looked up to see Anthony and a slender woman in her early forties, as petite as Lia, by his side. The woman wore a deep blue slave collar and a gold wedding band that matched the one on Anthony’s ring finger. Her breasts were striped with red lines from a recent lashing. Her smooth mons was also stippled with evidence of a single tail’s kiss.
“That was quite the scene,” Anthony said with a lift of his brow. “I’m impressed with your rope skills and your finesse in handling your sub girl.”
Beau hadn’t been aware they were being watched. Not that he should have been especially surprised. It was common in BDSM dungeons to attract an audience. There were only so many scene stations available, after all.
He acknowledged Anthony’s praise with a smile. “Those swiveling suspension rings are top notch. They made it easy.”
“Glad to hear it. We only caught the tail end of the scene.” Anthony shifted his gaze to Lia. “I trust our little spitfire behaved herself?”
“Well enough,” Beau replied with a snort.
Anthony chuckled knowingly, though with none of the derision Lawrence’s tone had carried. He placed a hand on the shoulder of the naked woman standing so quietly beside him. “This is Lucia, my slave girl.”
Ah, so this was the woman Lia so admired and had hoped to emulate. He could see why. Her submissive grace radiated around her like an aura as she bowed her head, a shy smile on her lovely face. “A pleasure to meet you, Master Beau.”
The honorific caught Beau by surprise. Though he was aware this usage was standard protocol at The Enclave, he wasn’t used to hearing himself addressed that way. He found he quite liked it.
“You, as well, Lucia.”
She stood on tiptoe to murmur something in Anthony’s ear. At his nod, Lucia moved onto the mat. The two women began to talk softly to each other.
“Tomorrow morning we can all sit down and discuss the particulars of your role here,” Anthony said to Beau. “After watching you tonight, I have some new ideas.”