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Beau smiled. “It is,” he agreed, pleased she appreciated the design he’d purposely created with the knots. He ran his finger lightly over the indentations, enjoying the feel of her soft, sweat-dampened skin.
She shivered at his touch, pulling away ever so slightly.
“Does my touch hurt?” he asked, his fingers still tracing the marks. He bet her cunt hurt even more, reddened by the rope, the lips swollen, her slit wet and ready…
“Yes, Sir,” she replied huskily. “A good hurt.”
How would it feel to slide his hard shaft along her tender, swollen labia, slick with her juices? He would carry her to the bed, throw her down and plunge into her, spurred on by her breathy cries…
What the fuck was he doing?
Abruptly, he dropped his hand, letting the inappropriate image slide away. Wrestling himself back under control, he worked quickly and methodically to release the knots that held her from elbow to wrist. A glance at the mirror showed him she was again watching as he worked, as rapt as before. He dropped the ropes on the growing pile for later washing.
He caught her arms as they flopped down to her sides. Gently, he massaged them until the cold skin warmed beneath his fingers. When he let her go, she lifted a hand to trace the indentations left by the lattice work on her abdomen. Her nipples were fully erect, skin still sheened with sweat, the scent of feminine arousal delicately perfuming the air.
Beau watched her in the mirror, noting the graceful curve of biceps and the muscular thighs. He bet she’d put up a good fight in a wrestling match. He might even let her think she was winning, until he tired of the game and pinned her down.
He would straddle her chest and force his hard cock down her throat. After fucking her face for a while, he would slide his shaft from her mouth, shiny with her saliva. Holding her wrists tight, he would push apart her slender thighs with his knee and plunge into her rope-burned cunt, her sexy cries only spurring him on…
Damn it, Jackson. Enough. She might not be jailbait, but she’s still way too young for you.
“You need a shower,” he announced abruptly.
He did, too.
A cold shower.
Alone.
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Lia instantly envisioned a hot, sexy shower scene with plenty of skin on skin and passionate kissing under the steamy spray. Clearly, there was a very hot bod hidden beneath Beau’s clothes. She was definitely curious to see him naked. More than curious, she admitted, her clit pulsing at the thought.
Maybe he’d have her wash him from head to toe, spending plenty of time soaping up his cock and balls. Maybe, cock hard as steel from her expert caress, he’d lose his self-control and yank her to her feet. With a sensual growl, he’d press her against the glass wall of the shower stall. Or no, he’d lift her onto his hips, easily holding her in place against the glass as he thrust his big, hard cock into her sopping heat…
She turned toward the large ensuite bathroom, eager to see what he had in store for her. “Shall I get the water going, Sir?” she asked, attempting to channel good little sub girl.
“What?”
He seemed to come out of some kind of momentary trance. Following her gaze, he shook his head. “Oh. No. No, you’ll be showering in the slave quarters. You may also use the toilet if you need to.” He glanced at his watch. “It’s already after one. I’ll meet you downstairs in the front hall in thirty minutes. We can grab a bite to eat and assess where we go from here.”
The sexy shower fantasies evaporated at his words. She gave herself a mental shake, glad he’d pulled her back from the brink. Her wild sex fantasies were not helpful. If anything, they were distracting. Very distracting.
“Yes, Sir,” Lia said. Turning on her heel, she left the room quickly and made her way down the stairs.
She tried not to assign too much import to his sending her away. Shesodidn’t want Beau to turn out to be just another Enclave Master, putting her through her paces and then dismissing her without another thought. She didn’t want to be just another interchangeable trainee.
There were fewer people milling in the living room now, but the dungeon was in full swing. On her way to the basement stairs, she poked her head into the dining room, which was again set up buffet style because of the event.
She looked around for Lucia but didn’t see her. She considered going into the kitchen to find her friend but decided she’d better get a move on. Taking the basement steps two at a time, she hurried down the hall past the bedrooms to the large communal bathroom at the end of the hall. It sported a row of doorless toilet stalls against one wall. The adjacent wall contained the open shower area, with six showerheads installed side-by-side, a drain set in the tiled floor. There was a huge sunken tub in one corner of the room.
Lia was intimately familiar with every tile, nook and cranny of the space, having spent one long, laborious afternoon on her hands and knees, ankles hobbled together with chain. She’d scrubbed every inch of the place with a bucket, a rag and an old toothbrush. Her knees still ached with the memory.
To her unexpected delight, Lucia was in the bathroom, along with Katie and the four trainees. They were in front of the sinks, the countertops piled with makeup and various brushes, along with some body jewelry.
Katie was blowing out Juliette’s short dark hair while Madison knelt in front of Nick, fitting a black metal cock ring over his semi-erect shaft. They all looked up as she entered.
“Lia,” Lucia exclaimed, momentarily pausing in the task of rouging Kinsley’s pale pink nipples to a deep red. “I was wondering if we’d see you today. How’s it going?”
