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)
She looked sexy as hell, trussed up in a pleasing pattern of rope, that unusual triskelion tattoo on her mons adding to the overall artful appearance. He liked the way her irises looked golden in certain light, and how her eyes tilted upward at the outer corners, giving her an impish look.
Her stomach was flat, a hint of six-pack abs beneath smooth, creamy skin. Her legs, too, were muscular. He imagined her practicing her Tae Bo in nothing but boxing gloves and sneakers. Now, that would be a pretty sight.
He moved slowly around her, checking the knots as he went. The welts on her bottom were already mostly faded, save for that one that nearly broke the skin. Her bound breasts were now deep pink from the constricted blood flow, the nipples like dark cherries at their centers. They were beautiful breasts, round and high, the nipples begging for clamps, the smooth skin a perfect canvas for a single tail’s lash.
He’d left the lower half of her body and her legs unbound this first time out. If she handled the rope well, perhaps he would introduce her to more intensive, full-body Kinbaku, if the opportunity arose.
He moved to stand beside her, facing her. Without warning, he brought his hand down hard against her small bottom, careful to avoid the welt still visible on her left buttock. The resounding smack followed by her startled gasp made his already hardening cock stiffen further. He smacked her again, harder this time, following up with a series of lighter blows that covered every inch of her ass.
She remained quiet as he spanked her, her lips pressed together, her eyes narrowed in apparent concentration. She was unable to put her feet flat on the ground, tethered as she was, and each stroke caused her to sway in her bonds.
He reached for her waist, catching her in a kind of sideways embrace, her hip pressed against his thigh. With his free hand, he continued to smack her reddening bottom with a cupped palm designed to increase the sting of each blow.
Still she remained quiet, save for her breathing, which was becoming more labored now.
He did a quick check of her bonds, reassuring himself there was no compromise to her circulation. Ignoring his raging hard-on, he asked, “How’re you doing with the ropes? Any issues?”
“More,” she replied throatily. “Harder.”
Beau spun her like a marionette until she faced him. With lightning speed, he gripped her throat, holding her in place with his fingers. “Didn’t we just go over this? Is that how a sub girl speaks to her Dom?”
Her eyes widened, pupils dilating, color flushing her chest and cheeks. Power coursed through him as he held her in his primal grip. In that moment, she belonged to him.
Keeping his hand where it was, he informed her, “For purposes of this scene, you are my sub. Period. If you don’t like that, the scene ends now. Do you want the scene to end?”
“No, Sir,” she replied with a sweet, unvarnished urgency that made him, on impulse, dip his head to brush her lips with his. A jolt of desire brought him back to his senses. He pulled away before he lost control and actually kissed the girl.
Instead, he spanked every inch of her delectable ass and the backs of her thighs until her naked body was sheened with sweat, her breathing labored. Her ass was dark red now, some evidence of the bruising to come already apparent. Her head had tipped back and her eyes were closed.
He was impressed, having expected her to use her safeword by this point, or at the very least beg him to slow down. But she hadn’t uttered a peep of protest. Though he wanted to keep going, it was up to him to end the scene before he caused her real harm.
He reached up to the suspension ring, loosening the rope so she was able to stand flat on her feet.
Lia’s eyes slowly fluttered open. “Why did you stop?” she murmured breathlessly. At his glare, she added hurriedly, “Sir.”
“You’ve had enough,” he informed her. “As it is, you’re going to have trouble sitting down for the next few days.”
“I can take it, Sir,” she asserted, her voice stronger now.
He snorted, understanding for himself what a handful she must have been for The Enclave trainers, who were used to total submission.
“You don’t get to decide, sub girl,” he informed her. “That’s my job.”
She frowned but, for once, was wise enough not to sass back.
Not quite ready to end the scene, he moved behind her, pulling her back against him. Her well-spanked ass was like a furnace against his thighs. Reaching around her, he slapped her bound breasts with sharp, rapid blows. Then, wrapping one arm around her throat, he smacked her smooth cunt with a sharp slap.