Page 26 of Enthrall Secrets
Chapter 8
France
A CASCADING SHOWER burst over my body, warming me, and I used this precious time to rethink everything. Reconsider what the fuck I’d gotten myself into.
I wasn’t alone in this glass cubicle. Danton had stripped off his clothes and joined me in here, his bossiness continuing unabated.
With my hands splayed on the glass in front of me, spine arched, butt out and toward him, I endured the endless spanking he was giving me. There came an extra snap against my flesh as water sparked with each strike. Tranced-out dreamily, I was on the verge of coming. Now and again his hand missed a cheek and struck my pussy, and I rested my forehead on the glass willing him to miss again and again.
And he did. His palm met my sex so many times in exquisite whacks of pleasure that it sent me reeling.
“Sorry, Master.” I turned my head back to look at him.
He reached for a sponge, squirted soap on it and proceeded to brush it over my sensitized bottom. He ordered me to turn around and told me to place my wrists together behind my lower back. He washed between my legs, teasing me. I swooned when he eased apart my labial folds and caressed me there.
He threw me a stern look when a moan escaped my lips.
I went silent again, trying to endure the way he flicked the sponge against my clit.
We were both being pummeled beneath the hot water, an intimacy I continued to yearn for. I also needed to see his forgiveness for my outburst downstairs.
My pulse raced faster when I thought about having to face those men again and what they might do to me. I’d never been fucked by more than one man before. I trembled at the thought of how the rest of my day would be.
Literally fucking painful.
Danton seemed distracted and was rarely making eye contact. It had been a challenge to not reach up and cup my palm to his beautiful face to try to get his attention. His naked sculpted physique was tall and lean, and the fine lines around his eyes aged him beyond his thirty years. There were a few small bruises on both his upper thighs and I wondered if he’d gotten them from too-rough a play. My gaze fell upon his erection bursting out of dark curls.
I yearned to taste him there.
His frown deepened. “Explain what happened downstairs.”
I wiped water from my eyes.
“There was reticence, Scarlet. No, there was more than reticence. There was fear? This concerns me.”
“Are they all here for me?”
“Of course. This doesn’t please you?”
I tried to form the words that were frozen on my tongue. Fear grew into a lump in my throat I couldn’t swallow, but I didn’t want to disappoint him.
He looked away. “I know you don’t like me very much—”
“I do,” I burst out. “I like you an awful lot.”
He didn’t seem to believe me. “Either way, that’s not any concern for the purpose of the house. What were you thinking? Addressing your masters so rudely?”
“It felt like the right thing to do.”
“Clearly, it was not. Now, let’s discuss how we will move forward. I will supervise you for two days only. When you sleep, or eat. When you walk about the house. When they fuck you. Then after that I will be replaced by another dom who’ll watch over you. Turn around please.”
I obeyed with a shudder and he lifted my hair off the nape of my neck and used the sponge to caress me there.
I spun round and looked up at him. “But…all of them?”
His expression changed to uncertainty. “This is what you asked for in your written request.”
“What request?”
