Ace, on the other hand…
That butt begged for a nip. All too well she could imagine peeling that leather abomination off that delectable flesh with her teeth. Exploring every inch of the man that it concealed with her fingers…
Her mouth.
Beullah handed her a pair of leather manacles. “Now tie him up.”
Rhea approached the bed. “Turn over, slave.”
Ace wasn’t sure what to think as he obeyed. A foreign part of him found Rhea’s commanding tone a bit sexy. The comfortable part of him rebelled at her orders.
Luckily he had enough sense to keep playing.
Rhea grabbed his hand and secured it to her bedpost. Her hair fell against his palm as she buckled him in. She had to have the softest hair he’d ever felt, and instead of that damned whip, he wished she’d climb over him and tease him with a beating from her hair.
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She walked to the other side of the bed and buckled his other hand.
Ace tried for a quick grope, only to have Rhea give him a menacing frown before she had him all buckled in and unable to get up.
That was something that made him extremely nervous. “I have a question.”
“Slaves don’t have questions,” Beullah snapped.
“Well, this one does. In case some catastrophic event occurs and you two dropdead, is there any way for me to get out of this on my own?”
Rhea laughed. “No, babe, so you better pray nothing happens to us.”
“I can see the tabloid headlines now,” he muttered.
Beullah clucked her tongue. “Maybe we should gag him.”
Before Rhea could say no, Beullah pulled out this strange contraption with a bright orange ball in the center.
Rhea shook her head at it. “Oh, that just looks cruel.”
Beullah swung it back and forth by a leather chord as she studied Ace. “You sure you don’t want to try it?”
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Ace snorted. “No waythat’s going into my mouth until I see something legal saying it’s been thoroughly sterilized and detoxed.”
Rhea agreed with that, not to mention she couldn’t get Bender to talk if he was wearing a gag. “I think we’ll pass on that.”
Her face disappointed, Beullah put it back in her bag. Then over the next two hours, she went about explaining the psychology and toys of dominance to Rhea, whose head felt as if it were going to explode from information overload.
Just before lunch, Beullah decided to call it a day.
“I’ll just head on back home,” she said to Rhea. “And let the two of you practice in private for a while.
It’ll take you a little time to get really comfortable. Just remember, baby steps. Tomorrow I’ll bring some of the more interesting toys.”
“Oh, goody,” Ace said sarcastically from the bed. “I can’t wait.”
Rhea grimaced at him. “Ace, be nice or I will use the gag.”
They left him tied to the bed while they went to the living room, where Beullah quick pulled on her sweat suit again. She packed up her “toys,” then handed Rhea a business card. “Call me if you have any questions or need anything.”
“Thanks.”
She left Beullah out,then returned to Ace, who looked less than pleased that she had abandoned him.
“Yo, Rhea.Nice of you to go make chitchat at the door with Eva Braun, but you know I’m kind of tired of being locked to this bed while you’ve given me the hard-on from hell and nothing else, so either let me up or make Mr. Happy happy.”
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Rhea licked her lips as she let her gaze wander all over every single inch of that divinely male form. She would never get another shot like this one in her life. All morning she had been staring at his body, examining every inch of it, and now she didn’t want to beat him. She wanted to touch him.
And it was time to take exactly what she wanted.
“That’s not a very nice way to talk to your mistress, slave,” she said, cracking her whip against her boots. “What’s the magic word for release?”
“Pinocchio.”
“That’s right, Pinocchio,” she said with a coy smile, “and now it’s time to see if you’re a real boy.”
Chapter Three
Ace definitely liked the sound of that. But it seemed way too good to be true.
“Don’t be a tease, Rhea. It’s just cruel.”
She sauntered toward him with a walk what stirred every male hormone in his body. She was truly the one hunger he’d had these last couple of years that he’d never been able to sate.
She dragged the whip across her halter that cupped her breasts to perfection. The ends of it fell into the deep valley, where it caressed her bared flesh and made him wonder what the PVC obscured. His cock jerked with need.
“Who said I was teasing?” she asked.
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