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“No,” Beau replied with a chuckle. “But feel free to touch.” Dropping the leash, he moved to stand just behind Lia, his body nearly but not quite touching hers.
The Domme reached out, catching Lia by her distended nipples. Lia drew in a sharp breath as Maria twisted them between her fingers, her long, blood-red nails poking into Lia’s flesh in the process. In spite of herself, a gush of moisture flooded her cunt, actually dampening her inner thighs.
“She’s certainly responsive,” Maria said with a sly laugh. Releasing her grip on one nipple, she cupped Lia’s roped cunt. “Soaking wet.”
Heat licking her cheeks, Lia took an instinctive step back. She bumped against Beau, who brought his arms loosely around her midriff with a laugh. “She is a randy little thing,” he agreed with a chuckle.
What the hell? Lia bit down on the rope gag to keep from blurting something that would get her in trouble.
Still painfully gripping one of Lia’s nipples, the Domme picked up a riding crop with a silver tipped handle, the leather dyed the same blood red as her lacquered fingernails. Looking past Lia to Beau, she asked, “May I?”
“By all means,” Beau agreed.
Taking a step back, Maria snapped the leather tongue against Lia’s sensitized nipple, pulling a gasp of pain from Lia’s lips. Before she could catch her breath, Maria smacked the other nipple just as hard.
Beau remained behind her, his hands now gripping her shoulders to keep her still. Lia panted against her gag as the rectangle of leather slapped against her tenderized breasts, covering every exposed inch of each bound globe. Unbidden tears pricked her eyelids at the relentless, stinging pain, one spilling down her cheek.
At the same time, her perverse cunt pulsed with need. She shifted, pressing her thighs together in an effort to ease the throb. It only made it worse, the rope rubbing against her clit with every movement she made.
When Maria finally set down the crop, Lia sagged in relief against Beau’s warm, strong body. But instead of wrapping her in a comforting embrace, as a lover might have, he let her go and moved to stand beside her.
“Nice,” he said, running a finger lightly over one reddened breast. He reached for the crop Maria had returned to the table. Picking it up, he flashed a grin at the whip maker. “I’ll take it.”
Chapter 12
Beau slung the plastic bag containing his latest purchase over his shoulder. He led Lia, still gagged and bound, back into the front hall. She wore that smudged, well-used look of a submissive coming out of an intense scene.
Even so, she was trembling slightly, her cheeks flushed, drool coursing down her chin. There was a fine sheen of sweat on her face and throat. Her breasts were purpling beneath the stippled marks left by the crop. The circulation in her arms was still decent, but it was time to get her out of the ropes.
Leaning down, Beau placed one arm around Lia’s upper back, the other beneath her knees. She gave a surprised squawk as he lifted her into his arms. He held her close against him as he carried her up the stairs and down the hall to the suite.
Pushing the ajar door open with his hip, he brought her through the sleeping quarters to the dungeon area and set her on her feet. As she swayed, he reached for her shoulders, steadying her.
Once she’d regained her balance, he reached around her head and untied the gag. Gently, he pulled the soggy rope from her mouth. He used the dry ends to wipe some of the drool from her chin and chest.
“You good?” he asked, spanning her jaw with his fingers and giving it a gentle massage.
“Thirsty,” she croaked. “And my arms are numb.”
“Stay put. I’ll get you something.”
As he set down the plastic bag containing the riding crop on the bed beside the new snake whip, he glanced around the space. He spied what he was looking for—a mini fridge—under a counter set against the back wall. The refrigerator contained cans of German beer, soda and small bottles of water. He snagged a bottle of water and returned quickly to his charge. Unscrewing the cap, he tipped the bottle to her lips.
She drank greedily, some of the water spilling down her chin. When she’d had enough, he finished off the bottle and set it aside. “I need to get these ropes off you. Can you remain standing a little longer?”
“I think so,” she replied.
Without warning, he slapped her cheek—not so hard as to leave a mark, but hard enough to get her attention.
Her body jerked, her eyes widened with outrage and confusion. She opened her mouth, but before she could speak, he spoke calmly but firmly. “That was twice in a row you failed to address me properly. You know better. Next time you’ll get more than a slap. Are we clear?”
The indignation slid from her features, replaced with chagrin. “Yes, Master Beau.”
He worked in reverse, first removing the length of rope between her legs. The rope was wet with her juices, the heady scent wafting to his nostrils like a siren’s call. Ignoring his twitching cock, he dropped the rope to the floor.
Lia watched in the mirror as he unknotted and unwound the latticed harness from around her breasts and abdomen. Her skin was patterned with deep, dark pink indentations left by the rope.
“Oh,” she breathed, her eyes riveted to her image in the mirror. “It’s beautiful, Sir.”
