Page 38 of Enthrall Climax
His stare lingered on mine. “Cam…”
“I can’t, Shay.”
He rested his head back. “You owe me.”
“For what?”
“Hunting me down today.”
I smirked. “Are you blackmailing me so I’ll join your session?”
“It’s my first time.”
“I’m not meant to be here.”
“What if I like it?” He let out a shaky breath. “What if I become addicted to this?”
“This?”
“After what you did to me this morning? Made me play with Mia and then fucked me in your office with the tone of your voice.” He shook his head. “You’re acting out.”
“Excuse me?”
He turned his head to look at me. “I know you want to be part of this place as much as me.”
Five months. Five days. Seven hours. That had been the last time I’d stepped over the threshold of a dungeon as a dominant. Though no way was this happening. I was going to climb out, get dressed, and return to my life of restraint.
Except Shay had a persuasive argument… He’d curled his palm around my cock and was currently stroking my erection.
He raised his eyebrows. “You feel amazing.”
“Though I applaud your bravery, Shay,” I said sternly, “Let go of my dick.”
His hand slipped off and he grinned with mischief in his eyes. “Yeah, that’s my revenge for you cock-teasing me this morning.”
“Notice I didn’t punch you in the face?”
“Cole, I need you there.”
My jaw tightened. “You’d be begging me to take it down a level.”
His gaze broke from mine and his frown deepened. He looked across the spa as if mesmerized.
Following his gaze, I drew in a wary breath at the sight of the stunning—and very young—woman wading toward us in the pool. If I had to take a wild guess from her bone structure, her illuminant dark skin and striking brown eyes, I’d say she hailed from Somaliland. She was bewitching in her nakedness, moving like a mystical water-nymph, with her hair falling down her body and curling over her pert breasts. She was a walking masterpiece. I was certain that if she ever became interested in modeling, Vanity Fair would snap her up and put her on the front cover where she deserved to reign.
“Is this your doing?” Shay gave me a “let’s tag-team her” smile.
My stare snapped back to her and when I saw the swirl of an “H”tattooed on her left wrist a chill ran up my spine.
“I’m your present,” she said, her words echoing around us.
They’d given us their finest submissive and that meant they probably knew who we were. My racing thoughts ran through every scenario and none of them were good.
Shay was going to hate me, but even so, I still said it. “We have to leave.”
He shot me a surprised look, and then his gaze fell back on the beauty standing a few feet away. She was waiting for one of us to make a move.
“How old are you?” I had to ask.
