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Picking up one of his whips, he snapped it in the air. In spite of herself, Lia flinched at the sound.
“We’ll see, little girl.”
Chapter 4
Beau drove slowly along the winding dirt road toward The Enclave. When he emerged from a thicket of trees, he saw a line of cars waiting at a gate bracketed by high privacy walls.
A young woman stood at the gate, letting the cars pass one by one. When Beau’s turn arrived, he lowered his window. She was quite beautiful, with shiny blond hair, large blue eyes and a thick slave collar. She greeted him politely, introducing herself as Danielle. She wore a coat to fight the chill of the October evening, but she’d left it open. As she looked down at her iPad, Beau saw she was naked beneath it. Her body was as gorgeous as her face.
“Welcome to The Enclave, Sir. Your name, please?”
“Beau Jackson,” he replied, dragging his eyes up to her face.
She lifted her head from her iPad, her expression suddenly animated. “Oh, of course. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir.”
“You, as well,” he replied, letting his gaze wander back to those high, lovely breasts.
“Please follow the road around to the back of the house,” she said, again pulling his attention back to her face, “where you’ll find parking.”
There were already plenty of cars in the lot. People were making their way along a wide, well-lit path. Beau grabbed his duffel and his gear bag from the back seat and followed the others to the front of the house.
A tall, slender young woman with shoulder-length auburn hair stood just inside a set of double doors, which were thrown wide open. No coat for her. She was stark naked save for a thin black slave collar with an O-ring. Her skin was very fair, a smattering of freckles across her nose and chest. It was skin that would mark easily and, indeed, he noticed fresh whip marks on her breasts. His balls tightened with appreciation at the pretty sight.
Beau continued to admire the view while she directed the couple just in front of him into the house. As they disappeared inside, she turned to him with a smile.
“Good evening, Sir. Welcome to The Enclave. My name is Kinsley. I’m a trainee here at The Enclave.”
“A pleasure to meet you, Kinsley. I’m Beau.”
“The demonstrations are just about to begin in the main dungeon, which is to your right, Sir,” Kinsley explained. “If you care for some refreshment first, there’s a table set up in the living room, to your left.”
“There he is.” Mark appeared, a smile on his face. After a quick embrace, he added, “The demo is starting in a few minutes. Let’s pop upstairs first so you can drop your bag and see where you’ll be staying.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Beau agreed.
As Mark led him through the spacious front hall, Beau admired the display of medieval torture devices set along the walls, whips and chains hung above them in an impressive display. As they approached the stairs, he paused to glance into the huge living room, which contained not one, but two fireplaces, each big enough to walk into. A St. Andrew’s cross stood on either side of one of the hearths. This was definitely his kind of place.
“Impressive,” he observed with a smile.
“Yeah, the whole setup is pretty awesome,” Mark agreed. “Jaime and I have talked about eventually moving out to get our own place, but we’re so happy here. We’ve decided to wait until we have kids.”
Beau chuckled. “Yeah. I could see where that might get a bit weird.”
They walked up the wide, thickly carpeted stairs to the second floor. At the landing, they turned left. Mark stopped at the third door on the right and pushed it open.
“This is where you’ll be staying.”
The space contained a king-size bed set low to the ground in a black lacquered frame, flanked by two low nightstands. Instead of art, a display of whips hung on the wall above the bed. Where one might expect a sitting area, a small dungeon had been set up, including a St. Andrew’s cross, a suspension rack, a spanking bench and a cock and ball pillory. The walls on either side of the dungeon area were lined with floor-to-ceiling mirrors, making the space seem far larger than it was.
“Whoa,” he said, taking in the room. “Quite a setup.”
Mark chuckled. “Yeah. Julian puts his boy toy through his paces, that’s for sure.” He pointed toward a large pocket door. “Walk-in closet is there.” He waved toward another door. “Bathroom there. Drop your stuff and let’s head downstairs.”
Beau left his duffel on the bed but kept his gear bag on his shoulder.
As they came down the stairs, Jaime was waiting in the front hall. She was naked, save for her slave collar and nipple jewelry. Mark placed his hand lightly on the back of Jaime’s neck, the gesture at once conveying tenderness and control.
“Welcome, Master Beau,” she said sweetly, leaning into her Master’s touch. “We’re so glad to have you here, Sir.”
