Page 20 of Enthrall Secrets
His piercing gaze felt like it entered my soul, as though somehow he knew my darkest and most daring fantasies.
De Sade had warned me. “He is profoundly talented at punishment. He is a cruelty you will come to crave.”
Rebellion thrummed low in my belly.
Show me your cruelty, and I’ll show you my power.
“Monsieur…Danton Belfort?” I asked softly.
He gave a sharp nod, glancing over at the stern-faced black woman who sat across from him. She looked to be around forty years of age, and was absolutely stunning in that French chic way - wearing leather and thigh-high boots, her red lipstick glistening on her full lips.
How I wanted to be her.
A pretty young blonde submissive, around my age, sat at her feet with her head resting on her leg. The girl’s silver collar was attached to a long, thin chain and she was looking up at Madame with an expression of adoration. She had on a delicate thong and her nipples were so very pert.
The chill reminded me of my nakedness and I sat up straight, trying to look obedient. This was what I’d always wanted, to take a chance like this and own my sexuality.
“Are you Madame Delour?” I tried to pretend this was a normal conversation and I wasn’t sitting here stark-naked.
She threw a wary glance at Danton.
I wondered if I’d ever look as threatening as her.
The pretty sub at her feet gave me a friendly smile. She lowered her eyes and settled into a luscious trance.
Every cell in my body came alive, tingling with the call of subspace, the thrill of the dare. I felt the wetness between my legs as my gaze roamed over the handsome man whose eyes held mine. This was my new master and he was magnificent in every way. Those intelligent eyes were assessing me, his head tilted as though deep in thought.
The limo still idled at the curb.
Something was expected of me. I laid my clothes on the seat beside me and placed my hands on my lap.
After another minute of silence, I breathed out to ease the tension and slid to my knees.
I bowed my head. “Master, I am here to serve the House of Madame Delour.”
“I hear you’re well-trained?” His silky French accent caressed me, his tone deep and distinguished. Yet, as he held my gaze, I sensed a kind of sadness…a yearning.
“Yes, sir.”
“Your invitation was actually from the House of Hillenbrand.”
I nodded, trying to understand what this meant - afraid that one glint of doubt would give me away.
“De Sade sent me,” I said softly. “He says I’m ready.”
Danton chuckled. “Let’s see.” He began speaking in French and though I didn’t understand him, I knew he was talking about me.
He gestured for me to come closer. Pushing myself up, I bent over and moved past the mistress and her sub on my left, reaching him at the other end of the car.
I crouched before him, waiting patiently to be invited to settle at his side.
“Enivrante,”he whispered.
I wished I knew what that meant.
He reached for his zipper and freed his cock from his pants.
My heartbeat fluttered at a million beats per second as I realized the intimacy had begun.
