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Whoa. Where hadthatcome from? Dominant, sexy scene partner, yes. Warm and fuzzy snuggle bunny? No way.
With a wistful sigh, Lia gathered the quilt around her and burrowed into it. She slipped almost immediately into deep, dreamless sleep.
When Lia next opened her eyes, a glance at the digital clock by her bed told her it was already after nine. Sudden panic made her sit bolt upright. She’d overslept by more than two hours. Master Lawrence would have her ass.
As her brain clicked back on, relief coupled with chagrin washed over her. Making a sound that was half-chuckle, half-groan, she sank back onto her pillows as she waited for her pounding heart to slow its rhythm.
Not surprisingly, the quarters were deserted, the trainees having been roused hours earlier for their morning chores. Padding naked down the hallway to the communal bathroom, she used the toilet, brushed her teeth and took a quick shower.
She considered whether to dress for the day and decided against it. All the other subs would be naked. When in Rome…
When she came upstairs, she entered the dining room, her heart skipping a beat in anticipation of seeing Beau again. A lavish spread was set out on the buffet counter against the back wall of the large room, including platters of fresh cut fruit, pastries, scrambled eggs, bacon, ham and other goodies, along with a coffee urn and a pitcher of orange juice. Most of the chairs around the table were occupied by both guests and residents, but there wasn’t a tall, dark-haired hunk among them.
She entered the kitchen through the swinging doors. Mason and Hannah sat at the large oak table, their heads bent together over a recipe binder, mugs of coffee at their elbows. Hannah wore a cashmere sweater over linen slacks. While she’d completed a modified training program, she hadn’t joined The Enclave community, and was submissive only to Mason.
He was in his usual black T-shirt and black jeans. He and Lia hadn’t exactly parted on the best of terms, her behavior during their botched blood play scene the month before the final straw on the camel’s back of her constant failure as a would-be slave girl.
The pair looked up as Lia entered. Mason, shaved head gleaming in the overhead light, gave her a curt nod, his expression unreadable. Hannah, however, smiled warmly.
“Good morning, Lia. Did you get some breakfast?”
“Not yet,” Lia replied. “It looks amazing though.”
She glanced around the large kitchen. The trainees Nick and Kinsley were at the sinks, naked save for their aprons, their backs to the room as they busily washed pots and pans.
“Where is everyone?” she asked, silently including Beau in the question.
“I think the resident slaves are setting up the display tables for the sale later this morning,” Hannah replied.
“And some of the resident Doms are meeting in Anthony’s office,” Mason added in his deep, rumbly voice. He cocked a heavy brow, a knowing smirk appearing on his rugged face. “Why? Looking for someone in particular?”
He knew. Of course he did. The whole place probably knew she’d scened with Beau. One thing she’d learned during her short tenure in this tightly knit community—there were no secrets.
She ducked her head, categorically refusing to allow the color threatening to rise in her cheeks to make an appearance. “Oh, uh, no. I mean, yes.” She lifted her head, ordering herself to stop acting like a teenager with a crush. “Lucia, actually,” she blurted. “I was looking for Lucia.”
The older couple exchanged a small smile, as if they knew she was lying. Annoyed, Lia left the kitchen with as much dignity as she could muster.
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Beau sat in Anthony’s office, coffee mug in hand, a plate of food balanced on his lap. Also in the room were Anthony, Mark, Lawrence, Brandon and Aubrey.
Before getting down to business, Anthony had pressed a buzzer on the edge of his desk. A few moments later, two naked slave girls had entered carrying trays laden with pastries, creamy scrambled eggs, crisp bacon, fresh orange juice and hot, strong coffee. After serving each Dom, they’d glided silently from the room.
As the assembled group ate, they talked about how Beau might instruct the other Doms in the art ofKinbaku,exploring ideas about ways he might work with both the resident Doms and with the Asheville BDSM community at Enclave-sponsored events.
From there, they moved on to discuss the progress of the current trainees to give Beau a better sense of the training culture at The Enclave. “You’ve been granted access to our private training website,” Mark explained as he airdropped the link to Beau’s cell from his own. “Among other things, the site contains detailed information about each of our current trainees, including their specific slave contracts and progress to date in attaining their goals.”
“Everyone working with a particular trainee adds notes after each session, kind of like a patient chart,” Aubrey, the physician, chimed in.
As Beau scrolled briefly through the list, his gaze snagged on the file namedLia Duvall. He looked up sharply. “Wait, didn’t you say this was a list ofcurrenttrainees? Why is Lia included here?”
“We haven’t given up on Lia,” Anthony said. “And I don’t believe, based on her return to us last night, that Lia has completely given up on us. Did she tell you anything about her experience here?”
“She told me a little,” Beau said, unable to resist glancing at Lawrence, whom Lia clearly regarded as her Enclave nemesis. It wasn’t his place to share Lia’s confidences, however, so he didn’t elaborate. “And I have to agree. From our limited but intense interaction, I sense there’s a lot more to her than just the pain slut she professes herself to be.”
“An astute observation,” Anthony replied. “We usually work with deeply submissive men and women who need work with their pain tolerance, stamina, positions training and sexual servitude. This approach generally produces beautifully trained, eager submissives, even if they encounter some stumbling blocks along the way. But it’s a broad approach, involving multiple trainers with a strong focus on absolute obedience, without hesitation or question.
“During her two weeks here, Lia could physically handle whatever was required of her. But we were largely unsuccessful in tapping into the submissive core that is the essence of erotic slavery.”
