Page 58 of Enthrall Secrets
Solene bit her bottom lip nervously, realizing it had been me who’d fucked up. She threw me a look of sympathy, which did nothing to soothe my guilt.
They both left the room.
With my head bowed, I waited for the room to cease spinning.
I felt Danton’s gaze on me. I looked up and saw no severity in his expression, merely understanding.
“I’m not ready?” I whispered.
“No.”
“I should have trusted you.”
He gestured for me to walk into the center of the room and stand right where Solene had stood a few moments ago.
“Seeing you with her…” Any explanation felt futile.
He reached up for the long chain dangling above my head and set about securing my wrists within the leather cuffs.
My breathing was ragged now with anticipation at how he was going to respond - with the kind of pain and disappointment I deserved. But as long as he didn’t leave me in here with my own thoughts I’d survive this.
Danton strolled around me and his hands worked at the lacing on the back of my corset. He tugged it from me and it fell to the floor. He ripped off my thong, making me jump as the material tore.
Naked and dazed, I pleaded with my eyes.
“You’d have made an exquisite dominatrix.” He yanked the chain above my head and raised my arms, forcing me onto my tiptoes. “But you’ve thrown your chance away.”
I tried to find the words to explain.
“There can be no doubt. Your submissive is vulnerable, needful, and you must bend your will to fulfill him or her. There’s no room for selfishness.”
“Please, give me another chance.”
He gave me a roguish smile. “Well, well, what do we have here? A sub in chains.”
I’d thrown away the most incredible opportunity to prove I was ready. Now I was dangling from the ceiling, aroused but confused by my lack of judgment.
He studied my expression. “Thoughts?”
“I feel powerless.”
“If your ambition is to be a domme so that you hold all the power then you are mistaken. The sub owns the power, they lead the play, and it is a talented domme who senses their yearning and interprets their desires during a session.”
“Yes, master.”
“Better.”
“I want to learn.”
He ran his hand through my hair. “Let’s start from the beginning.”
My toes curled as his fingertips tweaked my nipples.
“Why do we live this life? Some think it’s merely an excuse for us to pursue dark, sensual delights and enjoy a decadent existence of glorious fucking. But no, that’s not it at all. We embrace life. We accept its sorrows. We relish in the now. We worship this gift of sexuality and savor every moment of passion to prove our gratitude. When a sub leaves a dom’s side after a session and continues out into the world they are refreshed, reborn, stronger than they ever were before, truly empowered.”
Realizing the profoundness of having never let go, I knew that until I surrendered completely I’d never be able to advance in hierarchy.
Danton knelt and leaned toward my sex. He gave me a long, luxurious kiss between my thighs.
