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As they sat, he turned toward her and cupped her cheek. “You don’t need any defenses with me, Lia.”
“Thank you,” she said quietly. “It might take me a while to get there.”
“I understand,” he said gently. “We’ll get there together.”
He took a moment to gather his thoughts. “I think we both agree we want a D/s relationship.”
“Only kind there is, in my book,” Lia quipped.
Beau smiled but then grew serious. “It’s important for you to understand that if I claim you, you will give yourself fully to me, 24/7. Though I will never put you in a position that compromises your professional or family life, I will control every aspect of our erotic life together. That includes when or if you orgasm, how I choose to use your body, how many strokes of the cane you accept, how many lashes of the whip, how muchKinbakurope I choose to wrap you in. I may require certain things of you to remind you that you are my possession, even when we’re apart. You will wear my collar and my ropes and accept my piercings as tokens of your complete submission. I don’t expect perfection. This will be a learning curve for us both as we figure out what works best for us as Master and slave. But every step of the way I will expect you to give this relationship—and me—your all.”
Beau stopped and reached for Lia’s shoulders with both his hands as he looked into her eyes. “Does that work for you, Lia? Are you willing to give yourself completely to me, without hesitation and without reservation?”
To his surprise, she wriggled out of his grasp and sank to her knees on the boardwalk in front of him, oblivious of passersby. Dipping her head, she brushed the top of his loafer with her lips and then looked up at him with tears in those beautiful eyes.
“Yes, Sir,” she said. “With all my heart.”
Chapter 29
It was snowing that January afternoon as Lia made the short walk from the campus library to Whitesides Hall. The large, fat flakes melted as they hit the paths, but seemed to be sticking to the winter grass. The rope thong Master Beau had knotted at her waist and brought up between her legs that morning rubbed between her labia as she walked, a sexy reminder of who she belonged to. The sting from that morning’s mark had faded, but the deep sense of serenity the daily ritual gave her remained.
They’d been together for close to three months. During that time, Lia had settled completely and joyously into her role as Master Beau’s beloved slave girl. At last, the serenity and deep sense of peace and belonging she’d so envied among her friends at The Enclave was now hers as well.
But her relationship with Beau went beyond that of Master and slave, and even beyond that of lovers or partners. They were best friends and sometimes that was the sweetest thing of all.
People on campus were aware Beau and she were a couple, as they brought each other as their plus-one to various faculty mixers and get-togethers. When Beau stopped by the library, he always sought her out for a quick hello.
The friends she’d made amongst the library staff liked to tease her about being with the hunkiest prof on campus, alternately swooning with envy and genuinely happy for her. When they’d asked how she and Beau had met, she didn’t even have to lie.
At least once a week, Master Beau invited Lia to come to his office for a quick reminder of her status as his prized possession. Sometimes the text came during her morning break, other times during lunch. She never knew which day his summons might come. She did her best not to anticipate and was mostly successful.
The visits were never longer than a few minutes, given their schedule constraints and need for discretion. Sometimes he would direct her to lean over his desk and flip up her skirt or lower her pants. He kept a small leather bit in his desk drawer. He would give it to her to bite on to help her remain silent while he used her. He might give her a single flick of the small whip he kept in his messenger bag for the purpose. Or he might tease her cunt, bringing her rapidly to the edge of climax, though never allowing her to come. She was only permitted to orgasm at home or when they were with scene friends, and then only when it pleased her Master.
Today he had texted her at the end of her workday as she was preparing to head home. End of the day visits to his office were always the best, as the history department support staff was usually gone by the time she arrived. Because of that, Master Beau was freer to use her as it pleased him without risk of their being discovered.
Now, as she entered his building, she clasped the beautiful rose gold Celtic love knot necklace he had given her at Christmas that served as her collar when out in the vanilla world. Her entire body thrummed with anticipation as she took the stairs to Master Beau’s floor.
Because it was a Friday and snowing to boot, the floor appeared to be deserted as she walked along the hallway that led to Master Beau’s office. Though the door was ajar, she knocked lightly. Beau was wearing the soft blue-green cashmere sweater she’d given him for Christmas that brought out the forest green of his beautiful eyes.
At her knock, he looked up, flashing his brilliant smile. “Come in.”
Lia entered and closed the door with a soft click.
“Lock it,” he directed. “Hang your coat and then come kneel on your cushion.”
Master Beau had placed the floor cushion he kept at the office for her near his desk. Lia quickly removed her coat and draped it on a peg on the hat rack just inside the door. As she knelt on the cushion, Master Beau swiveled in his chair to face her. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the single-tail whip resting on his lap.
“Unbutton your blouse and unhook your bra,” he directed. She had taken to wearing bras that clasped in the front in order to be more accessible to her Master. She quickly obeyed, her nipples stiffening beneath his fiery gaze.
Master Beau opened his drawer and withdrew the leather bit. As he held it to her mouth, she dutifully parted her lips and accepted the gag.
“Cup your breasts and hold them up for the lash,” he commanded in a low, sexy voice.
Heart tapping rapidly against her ribcage, Lia obeyed.
Master Beau lifted the whip and brought it down across both breasts with a single whistling stroke. The erotic pain turned into lightning as it crackled over her flesh. Lia bit down hard on the leather to keep from crying out as a red welt rose across her pale skin.
Eyes glittering, Master Beau removed the gag from her mouth.
