Page 116 of Enthrall Climax
She handed the other glass to me. “We’ve arranged an appetizer.”
There is still a way out of this without violence.
We were being tested with the kind of verification that wouldn’t be passable if we were the law.
Shay strolled toward the table to read the forms and then signed his name at the bottom. His signature was wide and sweeping, nothing like his usual autograph. He handed the pen to me.
I took it from him and signed with an uncharacteristic swirl. “You’re wasting my time.”
“Excuse my friend,” Shay interjected. “He’s impatient. You want to test us. Let’s get this over with.”
“Americans.” She thinned her lips.
“We didn’t come all this way to talk,” I snapped.
She spun on her heel and strolled back toward the door. When she opened it, she held out her hand, making a gesture of an offering.
The tall vision of a masked beauty appeared, taking elegant strides toward us. All she had on was a delicate black thong. Her breasts were pert and her waist small. Blonde curls cascaded down her back. She reminded me of a Vegas showgirl; the kind with a perfect body and the ability to walk effortlessly. When she reached Shay, she knelt at his feet and raised her masked face to hold his gaze.
He peered down at her with interest.
Delma snapped her fingers. “On the table.”
She rose with grace and moved over to the table, then spun around to sit on the edge, her eyes flitting between Shay and me. I tried to read her, tried to rule out collusion. She looked like she’d done this before. She acted like she wanted it.
Delma waved a hand in her direction. “This is our show of faith.”
And she wanted to see ours.
Shay set his glass down on a side table and then walked over to the masked woman. “You like this?”
“Lay back, Annalisa,” Delma ordered. “Show our guests how welcome they are.”
Shay glanced over at me without doubt showing in his eyes.
He went with the moment, reaching out and parting Annalisa’s thighs, then stepping between them. He rested his palm on her chest and nudged her back. She raised her hands above her head in a submissive pose, barely missing that bottle of champagne.
“Take off your mask,” I told her.
Delma glared. “She must keep it on.”
A flicker of doubt shown in Delma’s eyes, and our gatekeeper looked like she was close to escorting us out. Still, we had to be sure this was legal.
I strolled over to Annalisa and reached for her mask, sliding it up to reveal a striking beauty, a woman of at least twenty. From her heavy-lidded gaze, I could tell this was as much to fulfill her fantasy as it was for the clients who enjoyed her.
A moment passed between Shay and me, and then he returned his focus to her, snapping off her thong. He bent low and pressed his mouth to her sex, kissing, lapping, and flicking her with his tongue as she arched her back.
Her languid gaze met mine as I gripped her wrists and held her down.
I looked away, wanting no part of any emotional connection in an erotic scene that didn’t include Mia. “Obey.”
She let out a long groan of pure want.
My alpha equal was on fire for her. Shay suckled furiously between her thighs. His greediness could be seen in the way he devoured her, ravaging every crevice until her moans became louder and she writhed furiously, thighs trembling. Her nipples hardened to beads as she came violently, drawing in precious gulps of air as another orgasm owned her.
Shay stood straight and wiped his face with his sleeve. “Did you like that?”
She nodded.
