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)
Then she felt the warm, comforting touch of Master Beau’s hand on her lower back, reminding her he was right there beside her. She instantly calmed. He would keep her safe.
“Do you accept my mark as a token of your submission to your Master, and by extension to me?” Mason asked in his gruff, rumbly voice.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice steady.
He drew the tip down her sternum in a slow line, stopping just between her breasts, which still throbbed from the lashes delivered by Brandon and Marjorie. The knife left a long, straight stinging red line on her skin. As she stared down at it, a single drop of blood appeared between her breasts.
“Oh,” she breathed, mesmerized by the bright red bead.
A moment later, Mason dabbed at the blood with one of the premoistened sterile wipes he always kept at the ready.
Recalling herself, she said, “Thank you, Master Mason.”
He flashed an approving smile in Master Beau’s direction. “My pleasure, slave.”
Julian appeared next, moving behind her before she could figure out what he was holding in his hands. There was some quiet murmuring between him and Master Beau, and then he said, “Do you accept this butt plug as a token of your submission to your Master, and by extension to me?”
At least she was already bent over, which would make acceptance of the toy easier to handle. Reminding herself she was submitting to Master Beau, she replied, “Yes, Sir.”
Hands spread her ass cheeks and then she felt the gooey tip of the lubricated phallus pressing against her nether opening. Closing her eyes, she focused on total surrender, willing her muscles to relax to receive the plug.
After the initial pressure, it slid in easily, with only the brief pain at the end as it was fully seated. “Thank you, Master Julian,” she said. The feeling of fullness along with the endorphins swirling in her bloodstream made her realize just how turned on she was by all this erotic pain and attention.
As if in response, Aubrey’s gift was to insert a small, vibrating egg inside Lia’s sopping wet cunt. “Don’t come until your Master says you can,” she whispered into Lia’s ear. Master Anthony was next, delivering a series of searing cane strokes to the backs of her thighs.
By now, Lia was trembling from overstimulation, balanced on the edge of orgasm. She realized with relief that all the Doms present at the ceremony had had their turn. She felt the tug at her anus and then the plug was pulled free. Her arms were released from the suspension ring. Then, with sure fingers, Master Beau plucked the knots free.
As she stood upright, he remained behind her, massaging her arms back to life. The egg continued to vibrate inside her, tickling her clit from the inside out. She was so wet that her juices had slicked her inner thighs. Beau brought his arms around her, one gently cupping her breast, the other slipping between her legs.
“You want to come, my sweet little slut?” he murmured into her ear as his fingers swirled over her engorged labia.
“Oh, god, yes,” she groaned. “Yes, please, Master Beau. May I come?”
“You may, my darling. Come for me. Come for your Master.”
She came hard, her knees buckling as a powerful orgasm swept over and through her. Master Beau held her as he carefully lowered her to the ground. Seated behind her, he gently extracted the egg from inside her and turned it off.
As he cradled her between his strong legs, she slowly opened her eyes. She was startled to realize everyone was watching them, all of them smiling, a few clapping with approval.
“I have to say,” Lawrence said, smiling as broadly as anyone there. “You achieved the impossible, Beau. You found the submissive in our Lia.”
Lia wanted to protest on principal. What did Lawrence know of her submission?
He does know, a small, contented voice whispered inside her. And now, thanks to Master Beau, you know it, too.
Chapter 31
Books kept falling from the shelves as Lia tried to make her way through the library stacks. The lights flickered and then went out. She had to feel her way as she stumbled through the dark, caught in an endless maze. She was sweating, her pulse racing. She was going to be late. She was going to miss her own wedding.
The scene shifted. She was in her parents’ backyard. The quartet began to play the Vivaldi piece they’d selected, her cue to begin the procession down the aisle. Her father waited up ahead for her to take his arm. But as he turned toward her, his face twisted with shock, his mouth falling open.
She looked down at herself in confused disbelief. Instead of her beautiful wedding gown, she was dressed in a black leather bustier that showed more of her breasts than it covered. She wore nothing below, unless the BDSM triskelion on her bare mons counted. Instead of the fairy princess heels her mother had insisted she buy, her feet were shod in her old Doc Martens.