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She tried for cool, calm and collected. “I have to admit, this all sounds really intriguing. But what if, say, after a day or two, I decide it’s not for me?”
“Ah,” Beau replied as if he’d been expecting that very question. “That’s one point that’s nonnegotiable. You may not run this time, Lia. You either commit to the full six days or there is no deal.”
“I see,” she said slowly. Yet, even as she asked herself if she really wanted to commit to something so intense with someone she’d only just met, a deep longing swept through her, nearly making her moan aloud. She blew out a breath in her effort to regain her control.
Again, her practical side asserted itself. “What if I have to go down to town for some reason during the course of the week?”
“Then I would take you, and you would still be expected to adhere to my rules. Obviously, I would do nothing to put you at risk in any way, but you would still belong to me, and behave accordingly.”
Lia pondered possible scenarios. It would be hot to interact with non-scene people while having this delicious secret with this dominant man. The whole thing sounded like a wild adventure. Only the night before she’d been fantasizing about Beau while she had her hand between her legs. Now she was being offered nearly a solid week of intensive one-on-one interaction with him.
What was the catch?
When she looked up, Beau was watching her intently with those sexy bedroom eyes. As their gazes met, he cocked his brow, one corner of his mouth quirking. “So, what’ll it be, Ms. Duvall? Shall we try this little experiment together?”
Could it really be she just needed a different approach, another chance, to find the submissive grace she longed for? Was Beau the man who could take her there?
While Lia ached for the deep peace and serenity Lucia and the other slaves seemed to possess, did she really have it in herself to submit? What if she blew it again? What if she was finally, irrevocably forced to admit she simply didn’t have it in her?
Don’t quit before the miracle…
Lucia’s endlessly optimistic words came into her mind. Lia clung to them, calling on her inner tough girl to give her courage. She felt as if she was stepping off a high cliff with no idea if she had the wings to fly.
“Okay,” she said with a rush of breath. “I’m in.”
Chapter 10
“Excellent,” Beau replied, inordinately pleased.
He pointed to one of the silk floor cushions scattered throughout the small room. “Present yourself properly. Kneel on a cushion, back straight, knees parted, hands resting on your thighs.”
Flushing ever so slightly, Lia set aside the throw pillow. Without meeting his eye, she rose from the sofa and settled herself with reasonable grace on the cushion.
Beau let his gaze move slowly over her slender form. He could just see the outline of her cunt lips between her spread knees. It was a very pleasing picture. The head of the slim, colorful snake tattoo curled appealingly around her left hip. Her breasts, while small, were perfectly shaped and her nipples, he noticed with pleasure, were fully erect.
Given Lia’s intense masochistic leanings, he was surprised they weren’t pierced. Perhaps that would be something they explored together.
When his eyes reached her face, she met his gaze with a lifted chin. Her jagged pink bangs fell rakishly over one eye. She hid her nerves behind a saucy half smile.
“First rule: you will address me as Master Beau or Sir during our training. Understood?”
“Yes, Master Beau.” There was a hint of sass in her tone, but he let it pass, for now.
“Second rule: communicate. As I’m sure you’re aware, in this type of arrangement communication is paramount. I’m not super big on protocol, however. You may speak without asking express permission. If something doesn’t feel right, tell me. Let me know if something I require of you needs clarification.”
He would have added more about potential triggers and hard limits, but he’d read her Enclave file, and she claimed to have neither triggers nor limits. He would, of course, judge that for himself as they got deeper into the training.
“You with me so far?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, her pupils dilated, the sass gone from her tone. “I understand.”
“Good. Let me be clear, though. Just because I’m giving you the right to speak and to ask questions and express reservations, don’t think that’s a way to get out of things you simply don’t wish to do. You need to understand from the outset that this isn’t an equal partnership. The exchange of power will be a complete one. You good with that?”
The saucy grin had vanished. Lia’s eyes were fixed on his face, her lips parted, her skin flushed. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Then, apparently unable to help herself, she blurted, “I think.”
Beau chuckled. “You can think all you like, as long as you obey.”
He let that sink in a moment.
