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He flashed an approving smile in Master Beau’s direction. “My pleasure, slave.”
Julian appeared next, moving behind her before she could figure out what he was holding in his hands. There was some quiet murmuring between him and Master Beau, and then he said, “Do you accept this butt plug as a token of your submission to your Master, and by extension to me?”
At least she was already bent over, which would make acceptance of the toy easier to handle. Reminding herself she was submitting to Master Beau, she replied, “Yes, Sir.”
Hands spread her ass cheeks and then she felt the gooey tip of the lubricated phallus pressing against her nether opening. Closing her eyes, she focused on total surrender, willing her muscles to relax to receive the plug.
After the initial pressure, it slid in easily, with only the brief pain at the end as it was fully seated. “Thank you, Master Julian,” she said. The feeling of fullness along with the endorphins swirling in her bloodstream made her realize just how turned on she was by all this erotic pain and attention.
As if in response, Aubrey’s gift was to insert a small, vibrating egg inside Lia’s sopping wet cunt. “Don’t come until your Master says you can,” she whispered into Lia’s ear. Master Anthony was next, delivering a series of searing cane strokes to the backs of her thighs.
By now, Lia was trembling from overstimulation, balanced on the edge of orgasm. She realized with relief that all the Doms present at the ceremony had had their turn. She felt the tug at her anus and then the plug was pulled free. Her arms were released from the suspension ring. Then, with sure fingers, Master Beau plucked the knots free.
As she stood upright, he remained behind her, massaging her arms back to life. The egg continued to vibrate inside her, tickling her clit from the inside out. She was so wet that her juices had slicked her inner thighs. Beau brought his arms around her, one gently cupping her breast, the other slipping between her legs.
“You want to come, my sweet little slut?” he murmured into her ear as his fingers swirled over her engorged labia.
“Oh, god, yes,” she groaned. “Yes, please, Master Beau. May I come?”
“You may, my darling. Come for me. Come for your Master.”
She came hard, her knees buckling as a powerful orgasm swept over and through her. Master Beau held her as he carefully lowered her to the ground. Seated behind her, he gently extracted the egg from inside her and turned it off.
As he cradled her between his strong legs, she slowly opened her eyes. She was startled to realize everyone was watching them, all of them smiling, a few clapping with approval.
“I have to say,” Lawrence said, smiling as broadly as anyone there. “You achieved the impossible, Beau. You found the submissive in our Lia.”
Lia wanted to protest on principal. What did Lawrence know of her submission?
He does know, a small, contented voice whispered inside her.And now, thanks to Master Beau, you know it, too.
Chapter 31
Books kept falling from the shelves as Lia tried to make her way through the library stacks. The lights flickered and then went out. She had to feel her way as she stumbled through the dark, caught in an endless maze. She was sweating, her pulse racing. She was going to be late. She was going to miss her own wedding.
The scene shifted. She was in her parents’ backyard. The quartet began to play the Vivaldi piece they’d selected, her cue to begin the procession down the aisle. Her father waited up ahead for her to take his arm. But as he turned toward her, his face twisted with shock, his mouth falling open.
She looked down at herself in confused disbelief. Instead of her beautiful wedding gown, she was dressed in a black leather bustier that showed more of her breasts than it covered. She wore nothing below, unless the BDSM triskelion on her bare mons counted. Instead of the fairy princess heels her mother had insisted she buy, her feet were shod in her old Doc Martens.
Grimly, her father grabbed her arm and hauled her down the aisle. Guests on either side gasped in dismay as they took in her garb. If she could just get to Beau, who stood with his back to her beneath the wedding arch, he would make things right.
But when he turned around, it wasn’t Beau at all. Instead, Lawrence stood there, his face a grimace of disgust. “You fucked up again, slave,” he snarled. “You really are hopeless.” He pointed an imperious finger toward the cage that had appeared beside the wedding arch. “Get in there now, before you cause any more of a scene.”
Her face flaming with shame, Lia dropped to her knees and crawled into the cage. The door slammed shut with a clang. Hands gripping the bars of her prison, she watched in horror as Renee appeared. She was wearing Lia’s wedding dress, her honey-blond hair shining, her face radiant as she glided toward Beau, who beamed at her from the altar.
“No,” Lia cried in anguish. As she rattled the cage bars, she saw that she’d bitten her lovely, pink-polished nails to the quick, her cuticles torn and bloody. “He’s mine!” she shouted, though no one seemed to hear her. “I’m supposed to be the bride,” she wailed. “Let me out of here.”
Beau and Renee had turned to one another, their faces alight with joy.
“No,” Lia cried helplessly. “No, no, no, no!”
“Lia. Lia, baby. Wake up. Come on. Wake up. You’re okay. Everything’s okay.”
With a gasp, Lia jolted awake. Her heart was pounding, her breathing ragged. Was she too late? Were Beau and Renee already married?
“Shh,” Beau soothed, cradling her in his strong arms. He stroked the sweaty hair from her face. “It was just a dream, baby. You’re here with me, safe in my arms.”
The nightmare fell away as Lia focused on Beau. They were back at her place for the weekend, safe and snug in her canopy bed. She managed a shaky laugh. “So, I didn’t show up to the wedding in scene clothes? You’re not married to Renee?”
