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Lia thumbed back:
Perfect timing. What’s your exciting news??
Hopefully, whatever it was involved whips and chains.
We’re hosting a full-scale impact toy event this coming Saturday and Sunday. We have top whip makers coming to sell their gear, and there will be stations set up around the main dungeon for hands-on demonstrations. Master Anthony and I would love it if you could participate as a demo volunteer the first evening. If you’re interested, I can give you all the details.
A thrill of excitement shivered up Lia’s spine. The invite definitely sounded like something right up her masochistic alley. Though she’d flunked out of training 101, she still missed the intensity of experience she’d enjoyed at The Enclave. Yet she hesitated, not entirely sure how she felt about showing her face again after the way she’d basically run away.
Because The Enclave was a private BDSM community, there were none of the restrictions of a public club. Edge play of all varieties was permitted. During her brief tenure as a slave trainee, Lia had reveled in the freedom of no limits. But it wasn’t long before the honeymoon ended.
She’d chafed at the submissive requirements of the program, unable or unwilling to subjugate her will to suit the whims of her trainers. She’d spent more time in the punishment cage than anywhere else, nearly always in disgrace.
She’d been forced to face the bleak realization that she just wasn’t cut out for true submission, or the serenity it seemed to bring to The Enclave slaves. Maybe all she was built for was the rough stuff, without the nuance. Or the love…
Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but why me? It’s not like you have a shortage of subs there. Won’t it be weird for me to come back there, after the way I fucked things up so royally?
It took a while for Lucia’s response to arrive, the undulating dots indicating she was typing. Finally, it appeared on Lia’s screen.
Master Anthony and I both agree you’d be an excellent volunteer. Danielle will also be participating. The rest of us staff slaves are going to be busy with the invited guests and vendors. You would definitely be an asset. And just to be clear: you didn’t fuck anything up. I’ve told you that before and I’ll keep telling you until I can convince you. Master Anthony and I were not happy with how things ended for you here. We should have figured out a better way to reach your inner submissive, and that’s on us.
Though Lia knew Lucia meant well, this stark reminder of her failure to elevate her own BDSM experience from mere impact play to something sublime made her groan aloud with regret and frustration.
As if reading her thoughts, another text appeared on the heels of the first.
I’m just saying we don’t see your leaving as a failure on your part, but more on ours. Which brings me to a related topic. Master Mark has a friend who recently relocated to Asheville for his work. The Masters are looking to expand some of our programs here at The Enclave, and he’s going to be working with us as a part-time trainer. Between you and me, the guy is super-hot and he’s single. You never know…
Lia snorted as she thumbed back:
OMG. Not another matchmaker, please. My mom is bad enough! But, yes, I’ll definitely come for the weekend. It sounds awesome.
Yay! So glad you’re coming. I’ll let Master Anthony know, and we’ll send you all the details. Love you!
Lia replied with a series of heart emojis.
As she slipped her phone back into her bag and stood to leave, she saw Travis still on the dance floor, Nicole wrapped around him like white on rice. His handsome cousin was nowhere in sight, which was just as well.
Without a backward glance, she left the Biltmore. She flagged down one of the Uber drivers. She’d make a quick stop at home to change and grab her gear bag, and then head to The Garden. A good, hard flogging would whip that guy right out of her head.
Chapter 2
Being tasked with escorting the bride’s best friend from out of town hadn’t been part of Beau’s plan when he’d accepted the invitation to his frat brother’s wedding. But when Mandy’s date had unexpectedly canceled, Beau found himself pressed into service. His Southern manners had precluded him from saying no. The fact that she was gorgeous hadn’t hurt either.
Unfortunately, there didn’t seem too much going on in the brains department, try as he might to uncover something they had in common beyond simple physical attraction. As they danced, Beau kept a firm hand on Mandy’s lower back to keep her from stumbling. He glanced around, looking for his cousin and the pink-haired hottie. Something about the girl had definitely caught his attention.
Not that he planned to do anything about it. First of all, she was with his baby cousin and certainly way too young for him. And second, he’d been raised to take home the girl he came with, however vacuous.
It was after midnight when Beau finally dropped Mandy at her hotel. He came inside with her, primarily to make sure she made it to her room. Giggling, she fumbled with the key card, dropping it twice. Finally taking the card from her, he unlocked her door and ushered her inside, his hand lightly on her waist.
She turned, throwing her arms around his neck. She pulled him down for a sloppy kiss with plenty of tongue as she pressed against him.
Even if he’d been inclined to accept her implied invitation, Beau had a firm policy never to have sex with a drunk woman. Gently but firmly, he untangled himself from her embrace.
She took a stumbling step back while simultaneously reaching behind herself to unzip her gown. She shimmied a little, causing it to puddle at her feet. Clad only in dangling earrings, high heels, a sheer, lacy bra and a pair of minuscule thong panties, she presented a very tempting picture. He wavered ever so slightly in his resolve as she wove her way to the bed.
Before he could make his excuses, she fell to the mattress and lay still. Mildly alarmed, he moved to her to make sure she was okay. Eyes closed, she muttered something unintelligible as he gently rolled her to her side. Reaching for one of the many pillows, he placed it behind her back to prevent her from rolling out of position. She continued to mutter as he pulled off her shoes and adjusted the covers around her.
He got a glass of water from the bathroom and set it beside her on the nightstand. Just as he turned to leave, she called from behind him, her voice slurred with drink, “You’re not leaving me, are you, darlin’? The night’s still young.”
