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)
Something more…personal.
Careful, Jackson, he cautioned himself. This isn’t personal. Remember your role and stick to it.
Yes, he would remain vigilant.
He held out a hand to pull her upright. “I’m pleased with you, Lia. Come inside so I can reward you.”
Her face lit up at the praise. Or was she just excited by the prospect of a reward?
“First, let’s get this rope harness off. I want to bind you a different way, something more challenging.”
“Yum,” she said so eagerly that he had to chuckle.
The rope between her legs was damp and scented with her spicy-sweet musk. A pleasing pattern of indentations remained on her fair skin. Resisting the urge to trace the shallow grooves with his fingers, he tucked the rope into the outer pocket of his gear bag for later cleaning.
Returning to her, he saw her skin was still goose-bumped with cold from waiting outside in the autumn air. Without thinking it through, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to warm her chilled body. She leaned into him, resting her cheek against his chest. When her arms snaked around his waist, he came to his senses and pulled away.
He’d left the door ajar and noticed her clothing still in a neat pile on the stoop. Bending down, he retrieved it and stepped back inside. Lia stood with her arms wrapped around herself, as if completing the hug he’d pulled away from. He held out the pile of clothing.
“Put these in your duffel. We’ll take our stuff up later.” Hoisting his gear bag over his shoulder, he said, “Let’s go see what’s happening inside.”
As they entered the dungeon, two of the trainees, Madison and Kinsley, were straddling a punishment beam, legs trembling as they balanced on their toes. Facing one another, they were tethered to each other by two long, thin chains, nipple clamps at either end. Brandon and his wife, Marjorie, moved slowly around them with flicking single tails.
At another station, Nick was locked into a ball crusher, his erect shaft bobbing. Katie was at his feet, poised with her mouth open. Mark stood behind him, speaking softly to the kneeling slave girl. He nodded toward Beau as they made eye contact, but quickly returned his attention to his task.
Beau had planned a Kinbaku session using those awesome suspension rings, only this time, he was going to suspend Lia upside down, perhaps with one leg bent. When he got to the station where Lia and he had scened the first time, he was annoyed to see it was already occupied by Anthony and Lucia.
Anthony held a coil of silver-white braided rope in his hands. Lucia stood nearby beneath the hanging rings, arms at her sides. Anthony looked up as they approached.
“Your timing is impeccable,” he said, as if he’d been expecting them.
“Oh?” Beau replied, curious.
“I was just about to try out our latest toy for the first time. As a Kinbaku Master, you may enjoy checking this out as well.” Anthony offered the coil to Beau.
Beau took it, running his fingers over the braided rope. It was stiffer than he’d expected but otherwise seemed unremarkable. He looked to Anthony for an explanation.
“You’re familiar with conductive rope, yes?”
Beau nodded. “Sure.” He examined the rope more closely. “But I can’t see any metal filaments there?” He made it a question.
Anthony smiled, as if in possession of a marvelous secret. “That’s right,” he said with evident satisfaction. “Because this isn’t your basic conductive rope. Rather than metallic fibers, this has continuous full-length steel strands twisted through the entire rope, making the conductive charge significantly stronger. When you zap the rope in one place, the current will travel to other areas of the rope in unpredictable ways, which should add dimension to the experience.”
Beau glanced at Anthony’s submissive. Her large, dark eyes were trained on her Master. Though she stood perfectly still, Beau could sense her anticipation.
Lia, by contrast, was staring at the rope in Anthony’s hands. Her finger had found its way to her mouth again, and she gnawed at a cuticle.
“Lia,” Beau snapped, getting her attention. “What’re you doing? We talked about that.”
Flushing, Lia abruptly dropped her hand, hiding it behind her back.
Redirecting her, he said, “Are you familiar with electrostimulation?”
“I’ve experienced violet wands, Sir, but not conductive rope. It sounds pretty intense.”
“Think you’re up for the challenge?”
She lifted her chin. “Absolutely, Sir.”
He liked that about her. She rose to every challenge.
“Good girl.”
He looked to Anthony. “I’d be glad to enjoy a scene with you.”
“Excellent,” Anthony replied. “Why don’t you bind the girls while I get the violet wands set up?”
“Sounds like a plan,” Beau agreed.
He had Lia stand beside Lucia. The contrast between the two women was pleasing to the eye. Lucia had olive skin, dark eyes and hair. Her breasts were heavier than Lia’s, the nipples a coppery brown. Her stomach was softly rounded, with faint stretch marks probably from childbirth. Lia’s skin was peaches and cream, save for the colorful tattoos, her nipples rosy pink.