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Ablutions!
Lia, who adored language, was delighted with his use of a word she’d only seen in books, but never used herself. It was almost enough to distract her from the throb in her cunt.
Almost.
While she was drying herself, Beau peed lustily into the toilet. She couldn’t have watched him if she’d wanted to, as the toilet was tucked away in an alcove.
Once they’d brushed their teeth and washed their faces, they returned to the bedroom. “Sit down on the edge of the bed,” Beau instructed, his words sending another spurt of adrenaline through her. Would he sit beside her and take her into his arms? Or would he stand before her, his big cock fisted in his hand, and order her to pleasure him with her hands and mouth?
He did neither of those things, instead reaching into his gear bag and pulling out a hank of rope. Returning to her, he directed, “Hold out your left wrist.”
With practiced ease, he knotted a series of loops that created a snug but comfortable rope bracelet around her wrist. “Now the other one.”
Using the other end of the rope, he cuffed her right wrist in identical fashion. The net result left several feet of rope between the bracelets.
“You will wear my rope as a reminder that even in sleep you are still my trainee.”
Lia nodded, this sort of restraint nothing new at The Enclave. All trainees were chained in their beds at night down in the slave quarters. This was done as a reminder that the slave trainees were owned, even in sleep. The act was more symbolic than anything, as they could easily get out of their bonds on their own if necessary.
Using a second hank, Beau crouched at her feet and looped the rope around each ankle, again leaving some leeway between the cuffs.
“If you need to pee or get up for any reason in the night, you will wake me to ask permission. Understood?”
She would be sleeping with wrists and ankles cuffed, unable to easily move from one place to another. If she was supposed to wake him up if she needed to use the bathroom, that must mean he planned to take her into his bed.
As they lie down together, he presses her onto her back and raises her arms overhead, pinning her bound wrists against the mattress. Lifting himself over her, he eases his hard, perfect cock into her slippery heat as he devours her with his fiery gaze…
“I said, understood?” Beau repeated as he got to his feet.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, praying nothing in her face betrayed her overactive imagination.
Taking a step back from her, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs and slid them down his muscular thighs. His semi-erect shaft was as she’d imagined, large and straight, springing from a bed of soft, dark curls above heavy balls.
Her mouth actually watered at the sight. With an effort, she dragged her eyes from his groin to his face. Heat licked her cheeks at his knowing smirk. She half expected him to quip,Like what you see?
Instead, he only said, “Stand up so I can pull back the covers.”
She got awkwardly to her feet, arms bound in front of her, careful not to trip on the rope between her cuffed ankles.
He pulled back the covers, untucking the top sheet from the bottom of the mattress in the process. There were several plump inviting pillows piled against the cushioned headboard.
A sudden wave of exhaustion swept over Lia at the sight of the inviting tableau. While the lovemaking scenario was highly unlikely, especially given his earlier remarks about not using the training as a way to “get into her pants,” it would still be lovely to lie next to him, feeling skin on skin. Maybe he’d even take her into his strong arms and hold her close as she drifted into contented sleep.
But instead of lying down and patting the bed to indicate she should join him, Beau grabbed one of the pillows and placed it at the bottom of the mattress.
“You’ll be sleeping at my feet,” he explained with infuriating nonchalance. “Which is where a trainee belongs.”
Chapter 16
Sunlight poured through the window, the sky already a deep autumnal blue. Lifting onto his elbows, Beau saw Lia was still fast asleep, only her spiky pink hair visible.
It had taken him a while to fall asleep the night before, all too aware of the naked, bound girl at the end of the bed. While some guys might use their position as temporary Master to get some no-strings-attached sex out of the deal, that kind of behavior, however tempting, didn’t sit right with Beau.
This whole training someone who wasn’t your lover was new to him. He supposed he could have sent her down to the slave quarters to sleep and thus removed any inappropriate temptation. But for whatever reason, he’d wanted to keep her close.
Lia had tossed and turned for a while. Eventually she’d stilled, her breathing becoming deep and even. Once he’d been sure she was asleep, he’d jerked off into a tissue, glad the mattress was one of those kinds that didn’t transfer movement.
Now, rolling toward the side of the bed, he threw back the covers. Lia moaned softly and muttered something unintelligible, but otherwise didn’t stir. She looked sexy as hell in her rope chains and collar.
