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)
Grimly, her father grabbed her arm and hauled her down the aisle. Guests on either side gasped in dismay as they took in her garb. If she could just get to Beau, who stood with his back to her beneath the wedding arch, he would make things right.
But when he turned around, it wasn’t Beau at all. Instead, Lawrence stood there, his face a grimace of disgust. “You fucked up again, slave,” he snarled. “You really are hopeless.” He pointed an imperious finger toward the cage that had appeared beside the wedding arch. “Get in there now, before you cause any more of a scene.”
Her face flaming with shame, Lia dropped to her knees and crawled into the cage. The door slammed shut with a clang. Hands gripping the bars of her prison, she watched in horror as Renee appeared. She was wearing Lia’s wedding dress, her honey-blond hair shining, her face radiant as she glided toward Beau, who beamed at her from the altar.
“No,” Lia cried in anguish. As she rattled the cage bars, she saw that she’d bitten her lovely, pink-polished nails to the quick, her cuticles torn and bloody. “He’s mine!” she shouted, though no one seemed to hear her. “I’m supposed to be the bride,” she wailed. “Let me out of here.”
Beau and Renee had turned to one another, their faces alight with joy.
“No,” Lia cried helplessly. “No, no, no, no!”
“Lia. Lia, baby. Wake up. Come on. Wake up. You’re okay. Everything’s okay.”
With a gasp, Lia jolted awake. Her heart was pounding, her breathing ragged. Was she too late? Were Beau and Renee already married?
“Shh,” Beau soothed, cradling her in his strong arms. He stroked the sweaty hair from her face. “It was just a dream, baby. You’re here with me, safe in my arms.”
The nightmare fell away as Lia focused on Beau. They were back at her place for the weekend, safe and snug in her canopy bed. She managed a shaky laugh. “So, I didn’t show up to the wedding in scene clothes? You’re not married to Renee?”
Beau laughed. “That sounds like some kind of nightmare, for both of us.” He pulled her closer, arranging her so her head rested on his chest, his arm comfortingly around her.
“It’s not even six o’clock yet,” Beau said, his voice sleepy as he stroked her back. “You have over five hours before you have to be at your mom’s. Let’s go back to sleep. This time you’ll have sweet dreams.”
Lia closed her eyes, willing herself to relax. Despite her best intentions, the dark fog of the nightmare still clung to her. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She focused on the soothing beat of Beau’s heart beneath her cheek.
It wasn’t long before his breathing slowed and deepened. In spite of herself, the nightmare began to replay against her closed eyelids.
She was back in the cage, now completely naked save for her bright pink ball gag. Dozens of couples were slow dancing beneath the sparkling fairy lights draped in the trees. Now it was the blonde from the Biltmore wedding in Beau’s arms. No one seemed at all aware of Lia in the cage as drool coursed down her chin and tears ran down her cheeks.
In a last, desperate effort, she gripped the bars and shook them for all she was worth. The cage began to move, tottering as she thrashed and wailed a garbled cry against the gag…
“Okay. That’s it. We’re getting up.”
Lia vaulted awake a second time, again disoriented as she stared at the man in her bed. Weak sunlight was filtering through the window of her bedroom. “What time is it?” she managed, relieved to have been released from the clutches of her troubled sleep.
“Seven fifteen.”
Beau swung his legs over the side of the high bed and stood before her like a naked god, his hands on his hips, his gorgeous morning erection jutting in her direction like an invitation.
Eager to distract herself from the lingering nightmares, Lia scooted toward the edge of the mattress and lay on her back, her head hanging off the edge. The unusual height of her old-fashioned bed was ideal for a six-foot guy to stand in front of his submissive, his cock perfectly positioned to ease into her open mouth.
“Please, Master Beau,” she begged sweetly. “Will you fuck my face, Sir?”
His eyelids hooded, his lips parting. With a soft growl, he positioned himself so his cock was inches from her face. “Spread your legs so I have access to your cunt,” he commanded.
Lia eagerly obeyed, clit already throbbing, nipples tingling. Her entire body relaxed in submissive pleasure as Beau slid his heavy shaft into her mouth. She opened her throat as he slid deeper, not stopping until he had completely cut off her ability to breathe.