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Beau laughed. “That sounds like some kind of nightmare, for both of us.” He pulled her closer, arranging her so her head rested on his chest, his arm comfortingly around her.
“It’s not even six o’clock yet,” Beau said, his voice sleepy as he stroked her back. “You have over five hours before you have to be at your mom’s. Let’s go back to sleep. This time you’ll have sweet dreams.”
Lia closed her eyes, willing herself to relax. Despite her best intentions, the dark fog of the nightmare still clung to her. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She focused on the soothing beat of Beau’s heart beneath her cheek.
It wasn’t long before his breathing slowed and deepened. In spite of herself, the nightmare began to replay against her closed eyelids.
She was back in the cage, now completely naked save for her bright pink ball gag. Dozens of couples were slow dancing beneath the sparkling fairy lights draped in the trees. Now it was the blonde from the Biltmore wedding in Beau’s arms. No one seemed at all aware of Lia in the cage as drool coursed down her chin and tears ran down her cheeks.
In a last, desperate effort, she gripped the bars and shook them for all she was worth. The cage began to move, tottering as she thrashed and wailed a garbled cry against the gag…
“Okay. That’s it. We’re getting up.”
Lia vaulted awake a second time, again disoriented as she stared at the man in her bed. Weak sunlight was filtering through the window of her bedroom. “What time is it?” she managed, relieved to have been released from the clutches of her troubled sleep.
“Seven fifteen.”
Beau swung his legs over the side of the high bed and stood before her like a naked god, his hands on his hips, his gorgeous morning erection jutting in her direction like an invitation.
Eager to distract herself from the lingering nightmares, Lia scooted toward the edge of the mattress and lay on her back, her head hanging off the edge. The unusual height of her old-fashioned bed was ideal for a six-foot guy to stand in front of his submissive, his cock perfectly positioned to ease into her open mouth.
“Please, Master Beau,” she begged sweetly. “Will you fuck my face, Sir?”
His eyelids hooded, his lips parting. With a soft growl, he positioned himself so his cock was inches from her face. “Spread your legs so I have access to your cunt,” he commanded.
Lia eagerly obeyed, clit already throbbing, nipples tingling. Her entire body relaxed in submissive pleasure as Beau slid his heavy shaft into her mouth. She opened her throat as he slid deeper, not stopping until he had completely cut off her ability to breathe.
She closed her eyes, losing herself in the helpless joy of being completely at his mercy. Her heart pounded and her lungs burned as the seconds ticked slowly by. She balanced on the knife’s edge of surrender, prickling with a panicky sensation that was as much pleasure as fear.
Finally, she opened and closed her hands, the signal that she had to have air. Beau pulled back, allowing her only a few seconds to inhale before plunging back into her mouth, choking her on his cock. She was distracted by the sudden, sharp smack of his palm against her spread cunt.
The pain was instantly softened by the swirl of his fingers stroking her sex. The rush of pleasure was only heightened by the cock down her throat and the lingering sting of his palm.
The pattern repeated: cock thrust down her throat, a sharp smack of his hand followed by the silky stroke of his fingers, her hands curling into fists, a gasp of breath, and again…
It wasn’t long before she bucked and thrashed, hips arching up to meet each smack and sexy stroke as her lungs burned. In the seconds before she hurtled into a powerful climax, Beau pulled suddenly away.
In a deep voice resonant with power and lust, he commanded, “Get on your hands and knees. I’m going to fuck your ass.”
Trembling, Lia managed to force her rubbery limbs to obey. A shudder moved through her body as he smeared a dollop of lube at her puckered entrance. Then she felt the shift in the mattress as he crouched behind her.
One hand on the small of her back, he used the other to guide his hard cock inside her. Using the breathing techniques he’d taught her, Lia consciously relaxed her body to receive her Master. The initial pain of penetration quickly gave way to pleasure.
He groaned as he eased inside her. Once fully seated, he gripped her hips with strong hands, pulling her back against him. As he thrust in and out of her, he growled, “If you can make yourself come before I do, you have my permission.”
Nearly wild with lust, Lia rubbed her sopping cunt, her pleasure magnified by the full feeling of his hard cock inside her. His groans of pleasure spurred her on, and within seconds, she was falling, falling, falling into a powerful climax that melted her body and ignited her soul.
Beau shuddered against her, her name on his lips as he ejaculated deep inside her. They fell together in a sweaty heap onto the bed. They lay that way a long while, until their thudding hearts slowed and their breathing returned to normal. Lia was drifting in a pleasant haze when Beau’s voice roused her.
“Let’s take a shower and grab some coffee before I hand you off to the wedding fairies.”
His words jerked her back to reality.
Today was May eighteenth, their wedding day! Loretta had directed her to arrive at the Duvall home at eleven a.m. sharp for a girls’ brunch, followed by hair and makeup. The photographer would arrive at four for family photos, the actual ceremony to commence at five.
As they showered together, Lia’s nerves reasserted themselves. “I hope those alterations to the gown were done properly,” she fretted. “I’ll need to check the seating assignments. Loretta has strange ideas of who should sit with whom. Do you think our scene friends will be okay at such a vanilla event? I’m not sure I like that DJ that Zinnia hired. He plays too many nineties hits. What if it rains? We should have waited until June. Are you sure that tie you chose goes with the jacket?”
Finally, Beau grabbed her, pulling her into a tight embrace. Laughing, he demanded, “Who stole my kickass slave girl and replaced her with a Southern belle debutante?”
