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)
The space was ideal for a BDSM playroom, and Beau had wasted no time setting it up as such. Along with a rack for his impact toys, he’d bought a rolling cabinet, which he’d filled with cuffs, gags, Kinbaku rope and other goodies. He added a portable St. Andrew’s triangle cross, a padded barrel bondage horse and a sturdy suspension rack with rotating suspension rings like the one he’d so admired at The Enclave. He’d also brought down an air mattress, which he’d covered with soft sheets and a warm down quilt.
Lia watched wide-eyed as he set out his piercing supplies on top of the cart. When he was done, he pulled out the small jewelry bag from his back pocket. Undoing the drawstring, he slipped the jewelry into his palm and held it out for Lia to see.
“Oh,” Lia breathed. “They’re beautiful, Sir.”
“I had these custom-made just for you, darling girl,” he said, pleased she approved. Each nipple ring sported an intricately wrought love knot made from fine strands of the same rose gold as her day collar.
As he locked her wrists and ankles into place against the cross, Lia said, “Ready for true confession time?”
Beau loved the way they moved easily from Master/slave to lovers to best friends. “Uh oh,” he said with a grin. “Is this something I want to hear?”
“Well,” she replied, smiling back. “It’s not something I ever told anyone because I always thought it was too corny to admit out loud.”
“Go on,” he said, cupping her lovely breasts.
“This has been my dream ever since I got into the scene. Having my Master claim me with a piercing.” She ducked her head, adding almost shyly, “And now it’s coming true.”
Dipping his head to hers, he took her face in his hands and kissed her, long and deep. Then he took a step back. She looked breathtakingly beautiful, bound spread eagle, completely at his mercy.
“I’m honored to be the one to help make your dreams come true, Lia,” he said sincerely.
It had been a while since Beau had pierced anyone’s nipples, but he was confident in his abilities. First, he sterilized the nipples and surrounding area with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol, as well as the jewelry. Using a surgical marker, he marked the precise location at the base of each nipple where he would place the piercings.
“You sure you’re ready for this?” he asked as he opened the wrapping on the single- use piercing needle, along with the hollow cannula he would use to guide the jewelry into place.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice calm, her eyes following his every move.
With a nod, he used a small clamp to stabilize her left nipple. He picked up the needle. As he did so, her eyes latched onto it. He could almost feel her quivering on a pinnacle of desire tinged with erotic fear. Working with careful concentration, he slid the needle through the delicate flesh. Lia yelped.
“Breathe,” Beau reminded her.
The second nipple went as easily as the first, though she yelped even louder the second time, no doubt having come down abruptly from the adrenaline rush that had preceded the first piercing. There were only a few drops of blood, which he gently cleaned with a sterile wipe.
“You did well,” he said approvingly. “Once you remembered to breathe.”
“It hurt like hell, Sir. Not the good kind,” she said with a snort. But then she smiled, her entire face lighting with pleasure. “But now I feel amazing. Like I would float right up to the ceiling if I weren’t bound to this cross.”
Beau grinned back. “Want to see?”
“Yes, please.”
He rolled over the portable full-length mirror and set it up in front of her. Her eyes widened, her lips parting. “Oh, they’re gorgeous, Master Beau. I love, love, love them.”
“I’m glad,” Beau said, unable to stop smiling as he released her cuffs. She swayed as she stepped away from the cross. He reached for her, easily lifting her into his arms.
He carried her to the mattress and set her gently down in a sitting position. After giving her some orange juice, he had her lie back against the pillows. Crouching between her lovely thighs, he spread her sweet little cunt and planted feather kisses along her labia.
She sighed with pleasure as he snaked his tongue along the delicate folds. It wasn’t long before she was panting, her hands curling into fists as shudders racked her trembling body.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned breathlessly. “Please, Sir, may I come?”
He lifted his head only long enough to say, “Yes, slave girl. Come for me. Come for your Master.”
When she eventually stilled, Beau said, “Since you did so well with the nipple piercings, I have a third piece of jewelry I want you to wear.” He patted her sticky, swollen sex. “Guess where?”