Page 24 of Enthrall Secrets
Their fierce, intelligent eyes focused on us, and I saw that familiar reflection of lust in their gazes. High-brow warriors ready to ravage.
My cheeks burned bright red. I was on display like an instrument, yet my arousal grew unabated.
Danton whispered. “I’m presenting you. Don’t come, slave.”
Moaning, struggling for self-control, my head fell back against him and I writhed at these sensuous sensations surging through me, pressing my breasts into his palms and trembling with ceaseless ecstasy.
He let go and nudged me forward, knowing full well he’d revved me up perfectly. He’d left me so primed, verged on the razor sharp edge of need, my sex screaming for salvation from this dreadful yearning.
Oh, my God, am I meant to be with all of them?
Reality hit me.
Ragged breaths left my lungs as the seconds passed, as I saw their arrogant expressions and the inevitability that I was theirs for the taking.
What the hell had I signed up for?
I struck a confident pose, refusing to be owned by anyone but Danton.
Rising out of an erotic trance, I spun around and stared into Danton’s eyes. His hazel gaze held mine, his irises warmed with gold flecks.
His nod confirmed my fear.
My breath caught in my throat. My fate was about to be snatched out of my control.
“Where are the others?” But I knew…
“Others?”
“The other subs?”
He tutted his answer.
No.
I fell against him, crushing my forehead to his chest with my eyelids squeezed shut. I finally understood Cameron’s warning. I’d believed I could endure anything they’d do to me, any ordeal forced upon me, but this was so far from what I’d imagined.
Danton pried my knuckle-white grip off him and turned me around.
He nudged me forward toward them.
The room was silent except for my sharp gasps of apprehension.
Surrounded by these testosterone-fueled males, I swooned with uneasiness. Despite their beauty, despite them having been carefully screened, these men of class and obvious distinction were not what De Sade had promised.
Having trained at D'envoûtement, I’d witnessed senior subs taken by more than one partner but nothing like this. These men were like fierce lions and I’d stepped right into their den.
De Sade had set me up for their pleasure and Danton was not only my master but the one who had delivered me to them.
In my mind I heard Cameron’s wisdom. “When in doubtdraw on your sacredness. Empower yourself from within.”
I’d observed my brilliant master, Cole, as he’d guided his sweet subs through their training, and having aspired to be his equal I’d observed every one of his actions during the sessions I’d been permitted to sit in on. I’d devoured each second witnessing his expert domination.
The art of masterdom.
“I should be with you,” he’d warned me during our last phone call.
How I yearned for him now.
