Page 126 of Enthrall Climax
“Would you like to watch?” Chastain yanked my head back.
“If it pleases you,” I bit out.
“Go have fun.” He released me and pointed to the window.
I rose and moved away, wanting to spew out words to express my hatred and disgust for him. I wanted to tell Chastain what a sick and ruined human being he was, but the stinging of my butt was a strong deterrent.
I stumbled back toward the window and pressed my hands to it again, wishing that Cameron could sense my presence. I wanted to run into his arms. I wanted him to sweep me up and carry me out of here. I needed him more than the air I breathed.
He would find me. I had to believe that. He’d come this far.
So close.
“No playing with yourself,” he snapped.
“Fuck you,” I spat at him.
“One more word and I’ll fuck you as you watch.”
“You promised no one would touch me.”
“I didn’t mean me.” He came closer, peering through. “Well, I didn’t expect this.”
Cameron was dominating the scene as only he could, and I realized he was turning this into the session Shay had once begged for. Right now, he was ignoring those wide-eyed submissives. Somehow, some way, I’d forgive Cameron if he fucked Shay.
But them?
Cameron removed Shay’s jacket and then unbuttoned his shirt, helping him out of it. When he tugged down Shay’s pants and underwear, his enormous erection bounced free. Cameron gave it a slap. Which only made Shay harder. Shay was completely naked now.
Cam peeled off his own shirt and threw it over the same corner chest where he’d laid Shay’s clothes. He kept his trousers on, but took off his shoes and socks.
Bare-chested and barefoot, Cameron emanated the presence of an alpha, all toned muscles and six-pack abs, his extraordinary physique exposed. From the way the submissives studied him hungrily, they all wanted a taste of him.
He was mine.
Cameron walked Shay over to the foot of the bed and positioned him to pose with his feet slightly apart. Then he knelt at his feet to secure the ankle chains, wrapping the other end around each post at floor-level. When Cameron rose to face him, Shay obediently held out his arms so the metal handcuffs could be attached to his wrists before being pulled tight, securing Shay’s taut outstretched arms to the bed posts.
Shay focused on his master’s every move with anticipation. Perspiration spotted his brow, electricity crackling between them. Though I knew they were trying to act like seasoned guests, and this was probably how they’d gotten in. This had to be their way of maintaining their cover.
Still, everything about this scene was erotic and dangerous and forbidden.
So very Hillenbrand.
The pretty submissives resting on the bed couldn’t take their eyes off the sculpted back of the spectacular man bound before them. Their eager expressions hinted they wanted to become part of the scene. I, too, had once stared upon Cameron in awe, never once believing a man of his stature and male beauty could be mine.
He carried himself with a graceful authority, ruling the room like a king, knowing he carried all the power. Cameron found the wall panel controlling the light effects. He turned a dial and the lighting dimmed to a deep red hue.
I tried to read him, but his expressionless façade made it impossible, which was so like Cole when he was under pressure. He strolled from one end of the room to the other to find the music panel, where he took a few seconds to choose the very piece I’d requested for our last session:Heroinby Maya Beiser.
Perhaps this was his way of paying homage to Danton, who had introduced him to this life, because I suddenly heard the strings of a cello rising up to flood the chamber, transforming the mood like a menacing fugue.
Perhaps he’d never stopped loving Danton.
My thoughts were so addled I couldn’t grasp what I was watching. It felt like glimpsing a private moment I had no right to see.
From the many accoutrements hanging neatly along the left wall, Cameron chose a six foot braided leather flogger and carried it back. The men held each other’s stares as they took a moment to prepare. Cameron seemed to be mulling over whether he was really going through with this, and at the same time testing Shay’s resolve.
A nod of consent came from his naked captive, so subtle he could have missed it if he’d turned away. Before him stood a proud man with a hefty erection that throbbed with anticipation, a bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip of his shaft, as he flexed his muscles preparing to be mastered entirely. Permission was given with an adoration that couldn’t be faked.
