So that was the story Tee was using for this. Rhea and Ace were supposed to be a couple wanting to add spice to their sex life. Nice lie. Tee could have filled them in on it first.
“Well,” Rhea said wistfully, “you know how it goes. Even the hottest piece of cheese eventually goes bad. I never thought I’d get bored with Ace, but look at him…My cheddar turned intoGouda on me.”
“Hey, I resent that.” Ace’s tone was offended. “I’m not the prude here. You’re the one who walks around in shirts buttoned all the way up to your nose and pants or long skirts. You know it wouldn’t hurt you to wear a miniskirt and low-cut blouse once in a while.”
Rhea arched her brow at that. Ace had been paying attention to her clothes. Who knew?
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about how to make each other beg for your attention.”
She opened her bag wider and searched through plastic bags. “You,” she said to Ace. “Take off your clothes.”
He went completely stiff. “Bullshit.”
Beullah pulled out a whip. “Take off your clothes, slave.Now.”
“No.”
She snapped the whip at Ace, who caught it without flinching when it wrapped itself around his forearm.
“Whips don’t do it for me, baby. I’m not a lion and you’re not going to tame me like one.” He jerked the whip out of her hands.
Beullah looked at him with a newfound respect. She glanced over to Rhea. “You certainly have your hands full, huh?”
“You’ve no idea.”
Beullah retrieved her whip.
“C’mon, Ace,” Rhea said.“Time to play.”
He growled low in his throat before he started unbuttoning his shirt.
Beullah smiled approvingly. “That’s it, Rhea. You have to take charge of your slave and show himwho’s boss.” Beullah unzipped her sweatshirt top.
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Rhea’s eyes bulged as she realized that beneath that average outfit, Beullah wore a leather corset that had studded metal cups that covered her breasts.
Beullah acted as if there were nothing unusual about her state of dress. “First thing you have to do, Rhea, is get used to your role as mistress. You need to be completely comfortable in this.”
Beullah pulled her pants off. She wore a pair of black fishnets that were held up by bloodred ribbons.
The back of the corset was a thong that left more of Beullah exposed than Rhea had ever wanted to see.
Rhea could feel herself gaping. “I could never feel comfortable in that.”
“Sure you could,” Beullah and Ace said at once.
“No, really,” Rhea insisted. “How about a T-shirt and…” Her voice trailed off as Beullah pulled out three small plastic baggies.
“This should fit. Tee gave me your size and told me to pick out something extra rough.”
Beullah opened one bag and handed Rhea two pieces of something she would have sworn was an arm sling…for a very small child.
“Don’t be bashful,” Beullah said. “I’m sure Ace has seen you naked enough not tocare, and you haven’t got anything I don’t.” She looked at her speculatively. “At least I hope you don’t, and even if you do, I’m sure I’ve seen it on someone else.”
Yeah…Little did Beullah know Ace had never seen her undressed in either of their lives. But then Bender would have the same problem. She was going to have to wear this for not only a complete stranger, but a demented one at that.
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Okay, Rhea, you can do this.
No, I can’t.
Yes, you can. Do it.
Determined to go through with this, she started for her bedroom. At times she really, truly hated her job, and now she knew why she’d given up fieldwork to begin with.
It sucked.
“And don’t forget this.” Beullah handed her another red-tinted plastic bag and a smaller bag.
Rhea was too scared to even look at what it contained. Ignoring Ace, who watched her with a hot, intense stare, she crept to her room down the hallway, where she would hopefully find her courage lurking someplace.
By the time she was dressed in the tiny, shiny PVC halter top and thong bottom, Rhea had almost convincedherself that this wasn’t so bad. After all, women wore less than this on beaches inRio .
Not that much less, but somewhat less.
Of course it would help if the bottom wasn’t crawling into places the good Lord never meant neoprene to touch. Rhea opened the bags to find a pair of fishnet stockings and six-inch-spike-heeled PVC boots.
Oh, yeah, these looked lethal.
And poor Ace thought his padded handcuffs would be used.
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“How long have you two been dating?” Beullah asked while Ace waited without his shirt on for Rhea to return.