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“Third rule: for the duration of the week, whether or not you are with me, your body belongs to me and solely to me. That means you don’t touch yourself sexually unless I’m the one directing you to do so. You eat when I decide you should, sleep when I say so, use the toilet with my permission. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her pretty amber eyes were wide, lips parted, nipples erect.
“As with the other trainees here, you will not have the option of a safeword. That is, you do not have the right to either refuse what I require of you, or to end a scene. If this is a problem for you, I need to know now. Because if so, it’s a dealbreaker.”
Her lower lip was caught between worrying teeth, that cute pucker appearing again between her eyebrows. She drew in a deep breath. For a moment, he feared she might balk.
But then resolve moved over her features. When she spoke, her voice was strong and sure. “No, Sir. I understand and I’m good with that.”
Beau’s relief was palpable. He was surprised to realize just how invested he already was in this project. “Good.”
Getting to his feet, he removed the length of linen rope from his back pocket that he’d cut for this very purpose. He crouched in front of Lia and held it up for her to see.
“For the duration of this week, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your non-BDSM life, you will wear this rope collar as a symbol of your status as my trainee.”
She wrinkled her nose, her shoulders hunching slightly as she eyed the rope, which was dyed a rich burgundy red. “Can’t I have leather, Sir?”
Beau snorted. “That’s something you have to earn, little girl.”
Reaching behind her, he looped the soft but sturdy rope around the back of her neck. Then he tied the two ends into a simple knot that rested at the hollow of her throat. He made it tight enough that she’d feel the knot as she swallowed—a constant reminder of her status—but not so tight that it would constrict her breathing in any way.
Standing, Beau pointed to his feet. “Lean forward and kiss my shoe as a token of your gratitude,” he directed.
Instead of instantly obeying, she remained immobile. A brief scowl flitted over her features, giving Beau another inkling of what her previous trainers had had to deal with. Well, there was a new sheriff in town, one who would nip that sort of insolence in the bud.
Bending over, he grabbed her by the hair, using it to force her face down to his shoe. “Do as you’re told,” he said, his voice hard as stone. He kept his grip tight until she brushed her lips against the toe of his shoe.
Letting her go, he commanded, “Get to your feet and stand with your arms at your sides.”
To his relief, there was no further balking. She rose to her feet and assumed the position without protest. Her cheeks were scarlet and she kept her gaze on the ground.
“Look at me,” he said.
She looked up, both trepidation and defiance in her eyes.
“This is not how this is going to go,” he informed her. “You agreed to a complete power exchange. I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like what I tell you to do. You obey, instantly and with grace. Period. If I see another display like that, Lia, I’m done. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, sounding genuinely contrite. Suddenly she looked very young, reminding him yet again of the significant age difference between them. “I’m sorry, Sir.” She looked down again. “It’s just…” She trailed off.
He moved closer. Placing his hand beneath her chin, he lifted her head so he could see her eyes. “Go on. It’s just what? Talk to me. I genuinely want to understand.”
“I don’t like being bossed around. I know that sounds weird for someone who claims she wants to find her inner sub. But when that particular button is pushed, I get this, I don’t know, this knee-jerk reaction of resistance.”
She sighed heavily.
“It’s what constantly had me in the punishment cage.”
Beau smiled in spite of himself, suddenly feeling a little sympathy toward Lawrence. Lia was definitely a handful.
She took a step back, wrapping her arms around herself. “I appreciate your giving me a chance, Master Beau. I really do, especially since they probably told you all about what a total fuckup I was during training.” She looked down. “But we might have to accept the fact that I just don’t have what it takes to be a submissive.”
Beau placed his hands on Lia’s shoulders. “Look at me.” He waited until she lifted her gaze to his before continuing. “I don’t believe that, Lia. And neither does anyone here, and that includes Lawrence.”
At Lia’s skeptical expression, Beau elaborated, “He said this morning that he believes in second chances. And let’s be honest for a moment. You wouldn’t be here right now if you believed in your heart of hearts that you’re a lost cause. I think you want this, even if it’s scary or hard. I think youneedit.”
He paused, half expecting her to protest, but instead, he saw an unmistakable glimmer of hope in her eyes.
“Sometimes in the scene we get bogged down with labels,” he said gently. “Let’s not worry right now whether you’re submissive or just a bossy little masochist.” He grinned to soften his words and was pleased when Lia smiled back. “That’s something we’ll explore intensively during our time together.”
