Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Kinsley executed various slave positions that Lia knew all too well from countless hours of drilling during her previous tenure at The Enclave. She started out with the basic kneeling present position, lowering herself to her knees and spreading her thighs wide. She moved from there to kneeling submit position, kneeling forward face down, arms stretched before her.
Beau draped his arm over Lia’s shoulders. Reflexively, she leaned into his embrace. He stopped her by murmuring, “Sit up straight. No matter what I do to you, remain still and silent, eyes on the stage.”
Heart picking up its pace, Lia did as she was told. His arm still around her shoulders, he let his hand drop so it covered her left breast. He cupped it, moving his palm over her nipple until it hardened to a throbbing point.
Meanwhile, Kinsley lifted herself and leaned back onto straight arms, kneeling with knees wide. She glanced toward Brandon, who gave her a nod. Rising gracefully to her feet, she assumed the wait up position, standing with legs slightly apart, wrists crossed over her head.
Beau shifted his arm a little, his fingers finding and gripping Lia’s distended nipple. He squeezed it, lightly at first, and then tighter, twisting until a small mewl of pain escaped Lia’s lips.
“I told you to be silent,” he murmured, his mouth close to her ear. “Suffer for me.”
He twisted again, sending another jolt of pure erotic pain through Lia’s nerve endings, directly to her cunt. Prepared this time, she managed to keep her mouth shut, lips pressed in a tight line to keep from moaning.
On the stage, Kinsley lowered her arms. She seemed to hesitate, momentarily frozen in place. She glanced again at Brandon, who lifted his brows as if to say, “Go on. Do it.”
Color suffused Kinsley’s pale cheeks as she assumed the genital display position, arching her hips forward and spreading her labia so her cunt was fully exposed.
At the same time, Beau, his fingers still gripping Lia’s nipple, reached between her legs with his other hand. “Scoot forward on the seat and spread your legs wide, slut,” he growled softly.
The two men to Lia’s left were both watching her now, instead of the stage. Reminding herself she was an exhibitionist, Lia assumed the position, her left knee bumping the man closest to her in the process. He didn’t move away.
Ignoring the guys, Beau rubbed Lia’s rapidly moistening labia and then slid a hard finger directly inside her. Her cunt spasmed in nearly unbearable pleasure against the digit. In spite of his dictate that she remain silent, a low, feral cry escaped her lips. It was all she could do to hold her trembling body still.
“Focus,” Beau softly admonished. “And don’t you dare come.” He moved his finger inside her while rubbing his palm over her slick vulva.
She tried to control her breathing as waves of raw pleasure hurtled through her. Normally, she was all about the erotic pain. Sexual pleasure was almost an afterthought. But now all she could think about was orgasming.
No doubt fully aware of exactly what he was doing, Beau chuckled with a sadist’s pleasure. “Control yourself, slut.”
Lia bit back a whimper. Somehow, this man had slipped past her usual defenses. She felt naked—exposed—with him in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. And damn it, if he didn’t stop what he was doing, she was going to come.
He’s trying to make you come, she admonished herself. Don’t give him the satisfaction. Show him you’re tougher than that.
Gritting her teeth, she kept her eyes on Kinsley.
When Beau slid a second finger inside her, Lia shuddered, gasping in her effort to control herself.
Don’t come. You will not come. Think about something else. The auction. The new job. Think about…
But she couldn’t think of anything at all, except how incredibly sexy Master Beau was, as he worked his dark magic on her.
Then, all at once, he pulled his hand from between Lia’s legs and let go of her tortured nipple.
Sagging with a combination of thwarted need and relief, Lia drew in a deep breath through flared nostrils. She didn’t dare open her mouth in case another moan escaped.
Kinsley, meanwhile, had turned her back to the audience. The trainee reached back and spread her ass cheeks, giving everyone a good look at the small, perfect asterisk of her asshole.
“Good job,” Beau murmured in Lia’s ear. “You managed to hold yourself in check—just barely.”
No thanks to you.
Kinsley was again facing the audience, her hands clasped behind her neck.
“We’ll start the bidding at twenty dollars. Do I hear twenty dollars?” Brandon called from the stage.
Beau, meanwhile, pushed back his chair and rose to his feet. “Let’s go upstairs. I owe you a punishment for the stolen orgasm, one that will fit the crime.”
Chapter 14
Beau brought Lia back to his suite. As they entered the room, he angled slightly away from her to adjust himself. So much for taking the edge off earlier. While touching Lia, his damn cock had inflated like a bent balloon in the confines of his jeans.