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“Thank you, Lord,” Ace said in a relieved tone. “Can I start this whole thing by saying Pinocchio now so that I can get dressed again?”
Rhea rolled her eyes at him.
Beullah looked around the living room. “Now Mistress Rhea, where should we tie up your slave?”
Rhea grinned wickedly with a thought.“The front yard for the neighbors to see?”
“Like hell.”
Beullah laughed. “You two certainly have the relationship, don’t you? All right, children. We’ll start simple.The bedroom.”
Ace didn’t miss a beat.“Pinocchio.”
Rhea put her hands on her hips. “Ace, c’mon, play nice.”
Unready to face the Hun with the whip, Ace crossed his arms over his chest and followed Beullah and Rhea to the bedroom in back. He paused in the doorway as he took in the white and pink perfection of Rhea’s domain. It was innately feminine.
Better still it was innately Rhea, right down to the soft, sweet scent of her perfume that hovered in the air.
His body stirred instantly and it was all he could do not to close his eyes and just inhale the seductive scent.
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“We bought these last night.” Rhea handed Beullah the bag full of their toys.
Beullah scoffed at them, “Those are for amateurs.”
Ace scoffed back, “Consider me an amateur.”
As he reached for the velvet-lined handcuffs, Beullah pulled them away. “You are a very bad slave.” She handed the whip to Rhea. “Punish him.”
Rhea burst out laughing. “I don’t think I can do this. I really don’t. I’m just not dominatrix material.”
“You have to get into the mind-set. Close your eyes.”
Rhea looked at Ace. “Cover me if she makes a weird move?”
“You got it.”
Rhea closed her eyes as Beullah came up behind her. “Now picture yourself as the ultimate goddess.
You have to embrace your inner womanhood and know that you rule the world.”
Rhea could see herself as empress of the universe.
“Imagine men lining up to do your every bidding. You have the power to make them want you.To need you.To do anything to get your approval.”
A woman could cozy up to that idea.
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“Now open your eyes.”
She did and Beullah handed her the whip.
“Now make him serve you!”
Rhea stiffened her spine. “Get on your knees, Ace.”
“Pinocchio.”
“There is no Pinocchio for you!” Rhea cracked the whip, which would have been more effective had it been made of something other than velvet and feathers.
Ace felt completely ridiculous as he did what she ordered. But then she had to get used to this. Her life would depend on her being able to convince Bender that she was a dominatrix.
What was a little damaged ego if it saved her life?
“Now grab his hair and pull his head back.”
Rhea complied.
Ace stared up at her dark, sinister glare.
It lasted about three seconds before she burst out laughing. She rubbed his head where her hand had been gripping his hair. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
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“No,” he said honestly.
“Dominate him, Rhea!”
The problem was Rhea didn’t want to dominate him. In truth, she wanted to kiss him as she stared at him looking up at her. She knew this had to be humiliating for him and yet he was going along with it.
For her.
“It’sokay, Rhea,” he said charitably. “Think of all the times I’ve pissed you off and you wanted to choke the life out of me.”
Strange, as he knelt there, she couldn’t think of a single instance. More as if they were all an amalgam, but no one incident stood out as being all that heinous.
“This isn’t about violence,” Beullah said as she watched them. “It’s about trust. You don’t want to hurt him, Rhea, you want to pleasure him. You have to learn what his pressure points are and learn to pull back just before you really do hurt him.” Beullah took the whip and showed her how to wield it.
Rhea practiced for a few minutes until she got the wrist action down that would enable her to slap the velvet and feathers against him until they made a popping sound.
“Now make him crawl into the bed.”
Yeah, right.
“Jump up, Baby Judy, jump up,” Rhea said, using the reference from her favorite Hawaiian Pups song.
“Get on the bed.”
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But as Ace climbed up her comforter, all she could focus on was the glorious sight of his lean, hard body. She watched the muscles working in his back and legs as he positioned himself on her bed.
Yeah, now that was something a woman had dreams about.
“Let your fantasies go wild,” Beullah whispered in her ear.
The only problem was,Rhea doubted seriously that the chubby arm’s dealer would ever look that good in leather Speedos.