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“Good job,” Beau murmured in Lia’s ear. “You managed to hold yourself in check—just barely.”
No thanks to you.
Kinsley was again facing the audience, her hands clasped behind her neck.
“We’ll start the bidding at twenty dollars. Do I hear twenty dollars?” Brandon called from the stage.
Beau, meanwhile, pushed back his chair and rose to his feet. “Let’s go upstairs. I owe you a punishment for the stolen orgasm, one that will fit the crime.”
Chapter 14
Beau brought Lia back to his suite. As they entered the room, he angled slightly away from her to adjust himself. So much for taking the edge off earlier. While touching Lia, his damn cock had inflated like a bent balloon in the confines of his jeans.
He was fully within his rights as a trainer to command her to drop to her knees and worship his cock. But even as the thought occurred to him, he rejected it. He didn’t want to send any mixed signals that might leave her thinking he was sexually attracted to her.
Who was he kidding? Hewassexually attracted to her. But that didn’t mean he had to give in to his impulses. The Enclave Doms had entrusted her training to him. He wasn’t there to satisfy his own lust.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t controlherorgasm.
“It’s time for your punishment.” Grabbing his gear bag, he unzipped it and pulled out a long piece of his special linenKinbakurope. “Hold out your arms. I’m going to bind your wrists.”
Beau looped one end of the soft, sturdy rope around her left wrist and the other around her right, leaving several feet of rope between the two so she would have full range of movement.
“Now, lie down on the carpet on your side, one leg atop the other, knees bent,” he directed.
Instead of instantly obeying, Lia’s mouth worked as if she was about to say something.
“The only thing I want to hear from you right now is, ‘Yes, Sir,’” he said preemptively. “Do as you’re told.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she replied, “Yes, Sir,” and dropped to the carpet.
As she positioned herself, Beau opened his gear bag and removed a long piece of hemp rope—not nearly as soft as hisKinbakurope. He tied a series of knots into the rope at two-inch intervals, leaving several inches on either side to use as handles.
Crouching beside her, he handed her the length of knotted hemp. “Position the rope between your labia and use the knots to masturbate. Lift your top knee and keep your leg up high for the duration of this punishment so I can see exactly what you’re doing. I want the rope held taut so you can really feel those knots rubbing against you. Your only lubrication will be your own juices. If you think you’re going to come, ask for permission first.”
Biting her lower lip, Lia lifted her top knee, fully exposing her pretty cunt. She placed the rope between her legs as directed, some of the knots hidden in the folds of her dark pink labia.
“Go,” he commanded.
She moved the rope tentatively at first, the knots sliding seductively along her slit.
“Harder,” he directed. “Faster.”
She obeyed, wincing as the knotted hemp rubbed between her delicate folds. Sexual masochist that she was, the pain no doubt only added to her pleasure. It wasn’t long before she was breathing hard, her nipples erect, her labia engorged and glistening.
“Now lie on your back and let your knees flop open so I have a good view,” Beau directed. “Rub yourself like you did when you were stealing that orgasm in the shower. Show me how you can come. And don’t forget to ask permission.”
She looked sexy as hell in the rope collar and cuffs. Her cunt was reddened from the hemp, her labia spread like sticky orchid petals. She winced slightly as she brought her right hand between her legs. After a moment, she began to rub herself, slowly at first, and then with more abandon.
It wasn’t long before her breath again quickened to a pant. Her slender fingers flew over her sex. When her eyes started to flutter shut, he said, “Keep your eyes open and focused on me. Don’t look away.”
There was fire in those golden eyes as she locked gazes with him. She was a strong, passionate woman. He looked forward to harnessing and controlling that passion as he helped her in her quest for true submission.
Her eyes still locked on his, a tremor shivered through her body. “Please, Sir. May I come?” she gasped.
In response, he reached for the rope that bound her wrists and forcibly jerked her hand from between her legs.
Her eyes widened in surprise.
