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)
He rolled quietly from the mattress and padded softly to the bathroom. Closing the door so he wouldn’t disturb her, he turned on the shower. While he was waiting for the water to heat, he squirted some toothpaste on his finger and did a makeshift job of brushing his teeth.
Once in the shower, he sighed with satisfaction as he peed in a long, steady stream. He reached for the bar of soap and, almost regretfully, washed away their mingled sweat and sex from his body. As he was washing his hair, he heard the pocket door slide open.
A moment later, the curtain was pulled back to reveal Lia’s pixie face. Before she could react, he reached past the curtain and grasped her wrist, pulling her to him under the cascading water as she gave a startled, laughing yelp.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he murmured as he held her in his arms. “You were sleeping like the dead out there. I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“The sun’s not even up yet. You do realize that?” she said, grinning up at him.
He shrugged. “We must have fallen asleep at nine o’clock the first time around.”
“Yeah,” she said with a snort. “Typical guy. Wham, bam, snore.”
“Hey,” he retorted, laughing. “I could say the same thing that second time about you. You were out before you even finished coming. I was afraid for a minute there I was going to need to do mouth to mouth.”
“Like this?”
Lia stood on tiptoe and took Beau’s face in her hands, pulling him down for a long, passionate kiss. When they eventually parted, he noticed the makeshift collar she still wore, now soaking wet.
Reaching for the knot, he untied and pulled the bit of rope from around her neck.
“Hey,” she said, her lips forming an adorable pout.
He grinned. “Not to worry, sub girl. We’ll get you something better once we’ve had a chance to talk things over.”
He could already visualize the perfect collar and he knew just where to get the leather.
Slow down, warned a voice of caution in his head.
Fuck that, his heart replied. I know what I know. I’m done with caution.
He turned her around so he could wash her hair. She leaned back against him with a sigh of satisfaction as he massaged her scalp with strong fingers. Stepping aside in the tiny stall, he had her lean her head back to rinse the shampoo away. He took his time soaping her body, lingering at her breasts and between her legs.
He enjoyed how easily she was aroused at his hand, and the awareness that he controlled that arousal. When she tried to drop to her knees to take his cock, he stopped her.
“No more sex for a while, my little slut,” he said, pulling her back to her feet. “Don’t forget, I’m nearly twice your age.”
Lia laughed. “Oh, spare me. You can fuck me under the table any day of the week. I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk for the next couple of days. My poor little pussy is so sore.”
“Is that so?” he asked, cupping her hot cunt. “Maybe I need to kiss it and make it better?”
“Yes, please,” Lia said with a sassy smile.
He slid a finger inside her. A sexy shudder moved through her, her cunt spasming around his finger. In spite of himself, his cock was hard again.
He pulled his hand away. Drawing her close, he murmured in her hair, “I like it when you’re on fire.”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied throatily.
Beau reached for the water and turned it off. Lia slipped out of the stall and returned a moment later with a large bath towel. Still dripping wet herself, she dropped to her knees as he stepped out on the mat.
Looking up at him, she said in her sweet, husky voice, “May I dry you, Sir?”
He smiled down at her. “Yes, sub girl. You may dry me and then yourself. Then you will kneel by the bed so I can give you your morning mark. You do have an appropriate impact toy for the task, I assume?”
Her pupils had dilated as he spoke, her gaze softening as her lips parted. “Yes, Sir,” she breathed. “I have a flogger and a cane, Sir.”
He nodded, power pleasantly heating his blood at the prospect of marking her.
“Good girl. First the mark. Then we need to talk.”
Chapter 28
Lia welcomed the white-hot kiss of the cane as it sliced across her ass. “Thank you, Sir,” she managed to gasp.
“You’re welcome, my love.”
She started to rise, but his hand on her lower back stopped her as he sat on the bed beside her. “Stay where you are until I give you permission to move.”
A pleasant whoosh of submissive satisfaction moved through her at his command. “Yes, Master Beau.”
Master Beau.
The words tripped so easily from her lips now. They felt… right.