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)
“So, make it personal,” Mark persisted. “Take it to the next level.”
Beau snorted. “Since when did you become such a matchmaker?” He barked a laugh. “You and Loretta ought to get together. I spent less than a week with this girl and you’re ready to marry us off. I’m telling you—there’s nothing between us except the temporary connection between scene partners. End of story.”
Mark shook his head, his grin wry. “Yeah, sure, buddy. Keep telling yourself that.”
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He would be there any minute now. Lia tapped on her phone’s screen to read the text for the final time, on the off chance she’d missed any of the instructions.
I will arrive at your apartment at 6:30 this evening. You will leave the door unlocked. I will expect to find you on your knees by the front door, forehead touching the floor, arms crossed behind your back. You will have laid out the magenta dress and the shoes your mother bought for you. You will be wearing only the ropes I designed for you for this evening. You will wear the breast harness in place of a bra. Instead of panties, you will wear the rope belt, being sure to pull the crotch piece tight between your labia before tying it off at the waist. See you soon.
Lia rushed back to the bathroom for one last look at her ropes. Turning this way and that, she admired the simple breast harness Beau had designed for her using the soft linen Kinbaku rope. It fit like a bra, with shoulder straps and circles of rope around each breast like underwire, leaving her breasts bare. All she’d had to do was slip it over her head, fit herself into the rope cups and tie a simple square knot between her breasts to hold it in place.
The rope panties were even simpler—just a belt of rope around her waist with a second piece that went between her legs. This, too, she tied into place with a knot just above her tattooed mons.
Hurrying back into the living room, she shivered with anticipatory excitement as she assumed the position in front of the door. She got a kick out of the idea of showing up at her parents’ place in the matronly dress and sensible pumps, while secretly trussed in her Master’s rope beneath.
Something had shifted in her psyche during that amazing final Kinbaku session with Master Beau. It was as if there was a gear inside of her that had always been out of sync. Over the course of the week, Beau’s training had been slowly but surely shifting it into alignment. During that scene it had finally snapped into place with a subtle click. She felt, not so much different, as corrected, her inner submissive gears finally turning smoothly, perhaps for the first time in her life.
Beau had taken pains to remind her that their training contract was at an end after this evening, as if she needed reminding. He hadn’t said as much, and she hadn’t quite mustered the nerve yet to bring it up herself, but she was pretty sure he was going to take things to the next level between them.
In that regard, it was good that the official Enclave training was ending. Things would be a lot more intimate now that they were both back on their own turf. She’d changed the sheets, fluffed the pillows and even attached wrist and ankle cuffs to the bedposts.
Maybe it was topping from the bottom, but she preferred to think of it as being prepared. After all, as they’d drummed into her head at The Enclave, proper slaves anticipated their Master’s needs and desires.
She caught her breath as she heard the sound of the doorknob turning and the door slowly opening. She resisted the very strong urge to lift her head, instead remaining in her prostrate position. Her clit pulsed against the rope wedged between her labia as his footsteps clicked toward her.
“Stand up at attention, arms behind your head, feet shoulder width apart,” Master Beau directed.
Lia rose to her feet. The rope harness tugged at her breasts as she assumed the position. The rope between her legs was already damp with her juices.
Beau looked even more gorgeous than usual. His dark glossy hair was brushed back, save for that single, errant curl that fell over his forehead. He wore an impeccably tailored charcoal gray suit jacket with a slim lapel. Beneath the jacket he had on a midnight blue silk dress shirt, its subtle sheen highlighting his toned physique. The first several buttons were undone, revealing a glimpse of tan, smooth flesh. His feet were shod in black suede loafers. He would have been perfectly at home in the pages of GQ. No—make that the cover of People’s Sexiest Man Alive issue.
A sensual half smile lifted one side of his mouth as he approached her. Reaching out, he adjusted the right shoulder strap of the rope harness bra. Then he took a step back, his gaze sweeping over her like a laser beam.