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Beau chuckled. “Yeah. You’re probably right. We should stick with something a little more manageable. A flogger, perhaps? Or maybe a single tail.”
“This is hot,” Lia said, picking up a beautiful whip maybe two feet long. It was made from black and yellow leather artfully braided to look like a patterned snake. The end of the whip was split like a forked tongue, adding to the snakelike effect. She had never seen anything so perfect. It was as much a work of art as an impact toy.
Unable to resist, she lifted it to her face. Closing her eyes, she inhaled the rich scent of fine, oiled leather.
As she lowered it, she noticed the price tag—over three-hundred dollars. Holy crap.
“Let me see,” Beau said, holding out his hand. She gave him the whip, watching for his reaction. “Impressive,” he said. He fingered the forked tip, a cruel sexy smile curving his lips. “This should make a nice mark.”
“It’s gorgeous,” Lia agreed. “But it’s kind of pricey, Sir.”
Beau eyed the price tag and made a scoffing sound. “If his single tails are anything like his floggers, it’s totally worth it.”
When Beau had Taggert’s attention once more, he said, “Is it possible to try out this little beauty before purchase?”
Taggert grinned. “Sure.”
A swoop of excitement shot through Lia’s core. But instead of commanding her to turn around and offer her ass, Beau didn’t even look at her.
He was looking at the slave trainee. “Hey there, Madison. It’s nice to see you again.”
“You as well, Master Beau,” she replied with the hint of a smile.
Lia was immediately jealous. This washerMaster, at least for the next week. When had he and Madison even met? After he’d packedheroff to bed? Before she could stop herself, she made a small grunt of disapproval.
“I’d like to try out this whip on your ass,” Beau said, still ignoring Lia.
“Yes, Sir,” Madison agreed readily. “It would be my pleasure, Sir.”
I bet it would, Lia thought sourly.
As Beau walked around the table, Madison turned so her back was to him, giving Lia a profile view. Madison had a spectacular body, curvy in all the right places, her breasts large and high, her bearing regal. From where Lia stood, she could see the lingering remains of the welts from last night’s play on Madison’s shapely ass. She felt small and scrawny in comparison.
Lia watched, rapt, as Beau expertly snapped the lash against Madison’s ass—once, twice, three times. Each stroke left a pretty red mark on Madison’s smooth, dark skin.
“Very nice,” Beau said, tracing his finger over the small welts. Lia wasn’t entirely sure if he meant the whip or Madison. As he took a step back, Madison pivoted gracefully and smiled shyly at Beau.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said sweetly.
“My pleasure,” he replied while Lia struggled to control her jealousy. Stepping back around the table, he said to Taggert, “It’s beautifully made and perfectly weighted. I’ll take it.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Taggert agreed as Beau handed him the whip and his credit card. “That’s one of my personal favorites.”
Using a sterilizing wipe, Taggert cleaned the tail and then nestled the toy into a black oblong box withLeather Masterstamped in shiny raised letters on the lid. He handed the box to Madison, who slid it into a sturdy brown paper bag with rope handles.
As Beau and Lia moved away from the table, she couldn’t help but ask, “Can we try it out now, please, Sir? We could go to the main dungeon or one of the playrooms.”
He cocked a brow, his expression amused. “Uh, that would be a definite no. We both know that for a pain slut like you, a whipping is a reward. And rewards come with obedience, good behavior and hard work. So, let’s get started, shall we?”
Chapter 11
Beau steered Lia out of the dungeon and up the stairs to his temporary quarters. As he dropped his new purchase onto the bed, she looked around the large suite with evident appreciation.
“I was in some of the Masters’ rooms when I was on bathroom scouring duty, but not this one. Master Julian has his boy, Hans, keep their room clean.”
She moved toward the dungeon space as if dragged by a magnetic field. “Nice,” she breathed, drawing out the word as she reached out to touch the St. Andrew’s cross. Made from gleaming stainless steel, it sported a sleek, minimalistic design.
“This cross is awesome.” Lia turned back toward him, her tongue flicking suggestively over her full lower lip. “Let’s try out the new snake whip,” she said in that low, husky voice of hers. In what seemed almost an afterthought, she added, “Sir.”
