He kept his arms folded over his chest, wondering what Rhea would look like when she came back.
“Three years,” he said to Beullah’s question. The first rule of lying was to stick close to the truth. Since he’d known Rhea that long, it seemed a safe guess.
“Do you love her?”
Rule number two, answer question with question and let the other person draw their own conclusions.
“What’s not to love?”
Beullah went to her bag and pulled out a pair of tiny leather briefs. “You know, this is what you’re supposed to wear.”
He curled his lip at the thought of that little thing strapped onto him. “I’d rather keep my pants on, thank you.”
She clucked her tongue at him. “Aren’t you more sexually adventurous than that?”
If it were only a sexual relationship, the answer would be hell no. Unfortunately, more than a relationship was at stake here. If Rhea didn’t at least act as if she knew what she was doing, she’d end up killed, and since he was the one who had gotten her into this…
Expelling a disgusted breath, he grabbed the briefs from Beullah and realized brief was definitely the key word. He might as well be covering a watermelon with a Band-Aid.
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Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but that’s what it felt like.
Ace headed for the open door in the hallway that led to Rhea’s bathroom. Ignoring the feminine pink-and-white-flowered decor, he closed the door,then pulled his shoes, socks, and pants off.
Just as he reached for his briefs, the door opened.
Rhea froze at the unexpected sight of Ace completely naked in her bathroom. Her heart hammering, all she could do was gape.
Hello. He was glorious!
It wasn’t as if she hadn’t known he’d have a great body. She did.But this…
This was heaven. He was sotoned, she could see every tendon of muscle. His skin was deep tawny and inviting.Warm and delectable.
He made her mouth water.
And as she stared at him, she realized he was growing hard even before her eyes.
He cursed an instant before he grabbed a pink towel off her counter and covered himself. “Did you need something, Rhea?”
“Damned if I remember what it was now,” she confessed. “I have to say, seeing you naked has totally reviled me to utter stupefaction.”
He scoffed at that. “Yeah, well, I have to say, I’m enjoying the view myself.”
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It was time to teach this man a lesson. Rhea narrowed her eyes on him two seconds before she stepped forward and grabbed the towel he was holding. Before she could stop herself, she jerked it free.
“Hey!” Ace snapped as she danced away with it.
Laughing, she ran out of the bathroom with Ace in hot pursuit. They both skidded to a halt as they entered the living room and saw Beullah looking intimidating in her role as mistress.
Rhea didn’t protest Ace’s taking the towel back and wrapping it quickly around his hips.
“I’ll get you later for that,” he whispered before he vanished back into the bathroom.
“Good, good, good,” Beullah said. “You should play with your slave. Torment him until he knows who the boss is.”
Yeah, but in this relationship, Rhea wasn’t sure she was any more his boss than he was hers. It seemed to be a mutual game of one-upmanship.
Beullah handed her a cat-o’-nine-tails that was made out of velvet and feathers. It looked more like a cat toy than something designed for sexual stimulation.
Ace returned with the towel wrapped around his hips.
Beullah frowned at him. “Did the briefs not fit?”
“Not in my opinion.”
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Before either of them could move, Beullah whipped the towel free of his hips to expose the leather briefs.
Rhea burst out laughing.
“Hey!” Ace snapped. “Galaxina, I didn’t laugh at you.”
“I’m so sorry. That just doesn’t look right.” And it didn’t. Something was profoundly wrong with a man as tough as Ace Krux wearing what amounted to a leather Speedo.
“Who is Galaxina?” Beullah asked.
Rhea struggled to subdue her laughter.“A very cheesy sci-fi movie with Dorothy Stratten.”
Beullahhumphed, then dropped the towel. “Now we need to set a few ground rules. One, there should always be a safe word that the slave uses to let the master or mistress know when he or she has had enough. I think today we will use Pinocchio.”
Amusement flashed across Ace’s face.“Pinocchio? The boy made of…wood?”
Rhea rolled her eyes at him.
Beullah gave him a censoring glare. “You have something against Pinocchio, slave?”
“Well, no.” He gave Rhea a playful look. “I just think it’s an interesting choice.”
“Okay, then,” Beullah continued. “Just say Pinocchio to let Rhea know when she’s hit you too hard.
Remember, this is for fun and for arousal. The point of this isn’t to actually hurt each other.”