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Lucia shook her head. “Don’t worry on that score. Master Mark knows him personally. He can vouch for him.”
“If you say so,” Lia muttered, but still, she was relieved.
For all her grousing, Lia couldn’t deny a bit of proprietary pride at the dinner table, seated next to “her” Dom, rather than just being one of the trainees. After dinner, they’d joined Master Anthony and Lucia in some intensive play involving plenty of rope, nipple clamps and some delicious predicament bondage.
Now she stood uncertainly, not sure if she needed to wait for a more formal dismissal before heading down to her temporary room in the slave quarters.
But instead of sending her on her way, Beau surprised her by adding, “Let’s go upstairs.”
Lia drew in a sharp breath of excitement at this unexpected turn of events.She’d just assumed he’d meant it was time to go to sleep, but it seemed he might have a different plan in mind. A plan that involved his pulling her down onto the bed and taking her into his strong arms. A plan that included his strong, masculine weight pressing her down against the mattress as his lips met hers and his knee nudged her thighs apart…
Okay, chill,she admonished herself, pushing those fantasies back into the masturbatory slot where they belonged.This isn’t a romance. Stay in the moment. Don’t anticipate.
Even so, once in Beau’s suite, Lia watched with hungry eyes as he casually stripped out of his clothing, right down to a sexy pair of black boxer briefs. His body was drool-worthy, with broad shoulders and a smooth, muscular chest, his nipples like copper coins against tan skin. His abs were flat without being overly defined. And, unlike some guys who had a great body but pencil legs, his were lean but well-muscled—the legs of a runner or swimmer. And he had those sexy indents on either side of his hip bones that she adored, not to mention what appeared to be a very nice package hidden beneath those boxers.
“Everything all right, Lia?” His tone was amused, as if he knew exactly how gorgeous he was. “I was thinking we’d just brush our teeth and splash a little water on our faces before bed. We can shower in the morning.”
Suddenly aware her mouth had actually been hanging open as she gaped at him, Lia quickly pulled herself together. “Yes, Sir. My stuff is down in the slave quarters, though. Toothbrush and whatnot.”
“There’s a spare in the bathroom,” Beau replied as he headed in that direction. “You can bring up your stuff tomorrow.”
So hewasplanning to have her stay with him!
What had he said earlier that morning? There would be “sexual exercises” included as a part of her training. Did those so-called exercises involve his cock and whatever orifice of hers suited his fancy? If so, bring it on, baby.
Striving for a calm she didn’t feel, she followed him into the bathroom. True to his word, he produced a brand-new toothbrush from a drawer. Before handing it to her, he asked, “Do you need to use the bathroom?”
The question made her suddenly aware of her bladder. “Yes, Sir.”
“You just need to pee or…”
“Just pee,” she hurriedly supplied.
“Okay, then. Climb into the tub and stand with legs apart. Place your hands on your head and then you may pee.”
It took Lia a moment to process the import of what he’d just said. She understood that during training she would have to ask permission, but she hadn’t factored in his wanting to watch. It was both sexy and a little intimidating to be so exposed while doing something so personal.
“Go on,” he urged, making her realize she’d just been standing there like a dope.
She climbed into the large sunken tub, feeling slightly ridiculous. She placed her hands on her head. Spreading her legs and hoping she didn’t dribble down her leg, she closed her eyes.
“Eyes open and on me,” Beau directed in a tone that brooked no disobedience.
Lia did as she was told, feeling the blush move over her face as heat seeped into the tips of her ears. It took several long, agonizing seconds, but her body finally agreed to cooperate. A stream of hot urine splashed down between her legs, tinkling against the bottom of the porcelain tub.
Beau’s gaze roamed over her face and body all the while, something dark and masterful sparking in those very green eyes.
When she was finally done, she started to lower her hands, thinking to wash up.
“Keep your hands on your head,” Beau directed. “I’ll let you know when you can get out of position.”
She admired his strong, rippling back as he bent to turn on the water. He flipped the lever to switch the flow from the faucet to the handheld showerhead. She was half expecting a blast of cold water, but it was soothingly warm. Once he’d sprayed her lower half, he took a fresh bar of soap from its holder and rubbed it in his hands to make a lather.
When he reached between her legs to wash her sex with strong, sure fingers, Lia very nearly moaned aloud. She brought a finger to her mouth and nibbled a bit of nail to distract herself.
But after only a few torturously lovely moments, he pulled his hand away. He used the showerhead to rinse away the soap. As he stood upright again, Lia’s gaze was irresistibly drawn to his groin. Was it her imagination, or had that sexy package just swelled to twice its previous size?
“Climb out and dry yourself. Then join me for ablutions.”
