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)
“Here’s how it’s going to work,” Lawrence explained as they entered the main dungeon. “Master Anthony will introduce our guest whip makers, who each have an assigned station for the evening. You three will be on display as they demonstrate their new toys on the canvases of your naked bodies.”
He fixed his hard gaze directly on Lia. “You’re only here because of your high pain tolerance, and because you’re Lucia’s friend. Don’t think that gives you a free pass. Tonight you’re an Enclave slave, and you will behave as such. Are we perfectly clear?”
“Crystal clear, Sir,” Lia replied, resisting a sudden urge to salute the man. That, or kick him in the nuts.
Jeremy had requested her as his subject that evening. She was taken to a St. Andrew’s cross where the whip maker was setting out his wares. He stood by a long table, several of his handcrafted single-tail whips and floggers neatly arranged by handle length.
“I’ve brought your first victim, er, volunteer,” Lawrence said with a dry chuckle. “She’s not much of a sub but she can definitely take whatever you dish out.”
Lia bristled at Lawrence’s description of her, though she couldn’t deny its veracity. In spite of her dislike of the man, she sighed with pleasure as Lawrence strapped her against the cross, her arms raised high, legs spread wide. As the cuffs closed around her wrists and ankles, she relaxed against the smooth, polished wood of the cross. She closed her eyes, breathing in the heady scent of leather, clean sweat and pheromones that suffused the dungeon.
More people were entering the space, the noise level rising as the room filled. Unfortunately, the cross was set such that she was facing away from the main action. Even so, her skin tingled with anticipation of the biting kiss of the lash.
Jeremy moved around her in a slow circle, finally stopping in front of her. He smiled, slow and cruel. Lia shivered with delicious fear at the sadistic gleam in his eye. “You’re a tiny little thing. You sure you’re up to this?” He spoke with a British accent that Lia found appealing.
She lifted her chin, meeting the man’s eye. “Whatever you mete out, I can take it, Sir.”
Picking up one of his whips, he snapped it in the air. In spite of herself, Lia flinched at the sound.
“We’ll see, little girl.”
Chapter 4
Beau drove slowly along the winding dirt road toward The Enclave. When he emerged from a thicket of trees, he saw a line of cars waiting at a gate bracketed by high privacy walls.
A young woman stood at the gate, letting the cars pass one by one. When Beau’s turn arrived, he lowered his window. She was quite beautiful, with shiny blond hair, large blue eyes and a thick slave collar. She greeted him politely, introducing herself as Danielle. She wore a coat to fight the chill of the October evening, but she’d left it open. As she looked down at her iPad, Beau saw she was naked beneath it. Her body was as gorgeous as her face.
“Welcome to The Enclave, Sir. Your name, please?”
“Beau Jackson,” he replied, dragging his eyes up to her face.
She lifted her head from her iPad, her expression suddenly animated. “Oh, of course. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir.”
“You, as well,” he replied, letting his gaze wander back to those high, lovely breasts.
“Please follow the road around to the back of the house,” she said, again pulling his attention back to her face, “where you’ll find parking.”
There were already plenty of cars in the lot. People were making their way along a wide, well-lit path. Beau grabbed his duffel and his gear bag from the back seat and followed the others to the front of the house.
A tall, slender young woman with shoulder-length auburn hair stood just inside a set of double doors, which were thrown wide open. No coat for her. She was stark naked save for a thin black slave collar with an O-ring. Her skin was very fair, a smattering of freckles across her nose and chest. It was skin that would mark easily and, indeed, he noticed fresh whip marks on her breasts. His balls tightened with appreciation at the pretty sight.
Beau continued to admire the view while she directed the couple just in front of him into the house. As they disappeared inside, she turned to him with a smile.
“Good evening, Sir. Welcome to The Enclave. My name is Kinsley. I’m a trainee here at The Enclave.”
“A pleasure to meet you, Kinsley. I’m Beau.”
“The demonstrations are just about to begin in the main dungeon, which is to your right, Sir,” Kinsley explained. “If you care for some refreshment first, there’s a table set up in the living room, to your left.”
“There he is.” Mark appeared, a smile on his face. After a quick embrace, he added, “The demo is starting in a few minutes. Let’s pop upstairs first so you can drop your bag and see where you’ll be staying.”