Page 112 of Enthrall Secrets
All this time I’d believed I was competing with the memory of a perfect woman.
He shrugged. “The consequences really should have been a series of revenge fucks. But I couldn’t get what she’d done out of my head. This nagging doubt that I was never enough for her. This guilt for causing her death.”
And only Cameron had the skills to unravel the complexity of grief, betrayal, guilt, as well as his self-hate.
“Cameron never told me,” I said.
“What am I to you, Scarlet? Please tell me I’m more than a client.”
“I love you.” I stepped forward and hugged him.
“Promise me I’m the only man that gets to touch you.”
He was right, of course. So many dommes and subs committed to each another, agreeing to play with each other only and not share themselves sexually with other clients. What they’d found fulfilled them on every level and their bond became too precious to jeopardize. Even Cameron had pulled back on the partying when he seriously dated.
I cupped Ethan’s face. “I’ll hand my clients over to Lotte. I’ll remain at Enthrall to oversee the place, make sure it runs well. Is that okay?”
“Thank you.”
“Richard can take care of most of the other details and we’ll reassess my position.”
“Maybe…?”
“Yes?”
“Maybe just have female clients?”
“That wouldn’t bother you?”
“Can I be the only one who gets to have sex with you?” He shrugged. “Call me old-fashioned but I’m new to all this…as you know.”
“There’s still that issue we’ve not yet discussed.”
“Where we’re going to live? I’ll give up my place. That won’t be difficult.”
Wow.
“I wasn’t even thinking that far ahead.”
“That’s not what you meant?”
“I’m going to need to be my authentic self.”
“I love your authentic self.”
“Look, as we’re talking long-term, I need to know I’ll be fulfilled in this relationship.”
He studied me and then lifted the lid to my suitcase. “You know I’ve never submitted to anyone. Dr. Cole was different. That was for a therapeutic session.”
“You know what I am…who I am. I must dominate you, Ethan. If not in life, then at least in the bedroom.”
“I don’t know how to let you.”
“Do you believe we’re compatible?”
“If I let you dominate me, will you stay? Spend the rest of the weekend with me? Spend your life with me.”
Was he asking me to marry him?
