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)
“I think it’s a good idea if we take some time this morning to talk things through and figure out where we go from here.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said into the mattress. She couldn’t quite repress a sudden pang of unease. Was he pulling back?
Stop buying trouble, she ordered herself. He was right. A lot had happened in the space of a very short time. It was only sensible to take stock of where they were.
He took his hand from her back. “Do you have any of Aubrey’s miracle salve handy?”
At the mention of the salve, she refocused on the pleasant, stinging throb of the welt he’d gifted her. “Yes, Sir. I have some in my gear bag, which is under the bed.”
Beau rolled from the bed and crouched down to retrieve the bag. Sitting again beside her, he unzipped it and peered inside. With her head turned to the side, she was able to see what he was doing.
“Interesting,” he said as he rummaged through the contents. “Leather wrist cuffs… Ankle cuffs…” He barked a laugh as he pulled out the ball gag, leather straps holding a bright pink ball. “Now, this is a surprise. Somehow, I don’t see you as a sub who willingly lets someone put a ball gag in her mouth.”
Lia shrugged. “It was a gift I got at a BDSM toy party a few years back. I almost forgot it’s in there. And you’re right. It’s never been used.”
“We’ll have to remedy that,” he said in a low, sexy growl that sent a shiver of lust through her frame.
He found the tube of salve and smeared a soothing dollop over her ass. Getting to his feet, he said, “Get dressed. No jeans. A loose skirt, if you have one, and no panties. I’m taking you to breakfast.”
Beau drove Lia to a little place in the River Arts District. His telling her to wear a skirt and no underpants had of course gotten her juices flowing. When they stopped at a red light, Beau turned to her with a sexy half smile. “Lift your skirt and sit bare-assed on the seat, legs spread wide.”
Lia obeyed, her clit at full attention.
As he drove, he reached casually over and slid his big, warm hand up her thigh. She shuddered with pleasure as he cupped her cunt. When he slid a finger into her wetness, she groaned.
“Don’t you dare come,” he admonished, his eyes on the road, a cruel smile on his lips. “Show some self-control, sub girl.”
Naturally, this made her want to come. His palm ground sensually against her clit as he continued to finger her. She clenched her hands, pressing her fingernails into her palms to distract herself.
All too soon, he pulled his hand away, to her extreme sexual frustration. Bringing his fingers to his nose, he inhaled. “I love the way you smell,” he said, making her flush. He slid his index finger into his mouth. “And the way you taste.”
“Can I come, Sir?” she begged, still on fire with lust.
“Absolutely not, slut,” he said with a chuckle. “I like it when you suffer for me.”
The words sent a delicious submissive shudder through her body and pulled a sigh from her lips. She closed her thighs in an effort to alleviate the throb in her sex.
It wasn’t long before they pulled into the parking lot of a small café. It still being quite early on a Saturday morning, they were seated immediately at a small table with the view of the French Broad River. Lia had missed her morning mark during their week apart, and now squirmed happily against the chair, enjoying the lingering sting that remained even after the soothing salve.
Menus were already on the table, along with a small pitcher of cream, a bowl of sugar packets and a bottle of Firewalker hot sauce.
As they perused the menus, a thirtysomething waitress dressed in a low-cut top that barely covered her substantial chest appeared holding a carafe of hot coffee.
“My name’s Odilia and I’ll be your server this morning,” she said in a sultry drawl, her focus entirely on Beau. She leaned down so her cleavage was almost in his face. “How are y’all doing today, sugar?”
“Doing very well,” Beau answered with a smile, not appearing in the least discomfited by her not-so-subtle overtures.
“Can I get y’all started with some coffee?” she asked, her attention still solely on Beau.
Get used to it, Lia told herself with an inward grin. After all, the guy was seriously hot, even without knowing how masterful he was.
“Sounds good,” Beau replied. “How about you, Lia?”
“Don’t mind if I do,” she replied, consciously echoing Odilia’s Southern drawl.
The waitress obligingly filled both their mugs. “Y’all know what you want or you need a little more time?”
“I’m ready. Lia?” Beau asked, nodding toward her.
Lia glanced again at the menu. The few bites of ice cream she’d consumed in the middle of the night were a distant memory.