Page 47 of Enthrall Climax
She showed no reaction, other than a nod, and spun on her heel and swaggered out. I followed her into the heart of the club, moving fast down the sprawling hallway ready to extract Shay from whatever situation he’d gotten himself into. I wasn’t about to let one of my friends be subjected to a Dom with no talent or scruples.
Galina led me to the doorway of a room, and I gave her the kind of look that told her she wasn’t welcome inside. She walked away unperturbed.
The lights were dimmed in the dark chamber, which had burgundy walls. The temperature felt overly chilled, perhaps to enhance the feeling of vulnerability. The kind of equipment one would expect from a high-end club was present; chrome and wood balanced to showcase a natural aura. Accoutrements decorated the far wall.
Here and there were ancient torture devices, and I fondly recalled having seen some of these replicas back at Chrysalis, though they’d been museum pieces that resembled what you’d find in a London dungeon—and they had never been used. What these devices were doing in here was baffling.
I should be horrified.
They say if you hate someone it’s because you see yourself in them. It was a painful reality to bear, especially for my realization that I was envious of Kristoff. He continued to thrive in the scene with no consequences.
The view from the shadows was mesmerizing.
I missedthis.
Shay was naked and strapped to a Saint Andrew’s Cross. He’d been bound in leather restraints to hold him there. Red light shimmied off his sun-kissed torso and rock hard abs, and his erection let me know that he wasn’t fighting this…yet.
Any normal man with a conscience would have stormed over to their friend and removed him without question—yet I hesitated, inexplicably taken with the setting. The compulsion to take control was so alluring. Here I was condemning Kristoff, and back in the day, I could’ve probably been accused of some fairly dangerous acts when I’d dabbled—though I always received consent from my carefully selected partners, intricately mastering the submissive, many of whom had traveled across continents to satisfy their need for a more immersive experience.
I was hit with a raging desire in my soul to prove life was more…so much more than boring routines and my carefully orchestrated restraint for order’s sake, which felt more like suppression.
My chase, catch, and fuck addiction had first been explored in France when Danton had shown me the thrill of releasing our captives into the wilderness and then hunting them down in the private forest surrounding the Hillenbrand estate, our secret manor nestled in the countryside where I’d first explored my devilish side.
The darkest night. A raging storm. Rain drenching our clothes and me feeling concern for our sub being out in such a downpour. Danton and I splitting up during the hunt as we competed for the win with the other Doms. Dripping wet from the rain as we followed the hounds through the woodland, burning up with the thrill of searching for the submissive who had bolted from the house. After we caught her we’d bring her back to Hillenbrand and then punish her.
Then the fun would begin all over again.
With the girl’s written consent, of course. They left the manor sated, with a healthy bank balance, and we left Hillenbrand fulfilled.
I’d defended myself against this chase as no woman was taken by force; it was with a mutual understanding that the hunt was the most exhilarating rush a Dom could experience. I rarely dabbled in the other events at the club. I wasn’t into sharing, or orgies, or taking virgins, I wanted a woman who put up a fight because she knew her worth.
Danton had understood my dark side. Maybe looking back he’d nurtured it too freely, encouraged my need to push the subs in the dungeon to their limit. More profoundly, he’d followed my lead to use these skills to divulge our subject’s deeply hidden psychological shadows and then release their pain so that by the end of her session she was reborn.
He’d honored my fantasies and welcomed me into his world with kindness and respect. Danton had introduced me to women who craved what I could give and provided a pathway to peace for all involved.
He’d shown me I belonged on the higher end of the spectrum of decadent. Satisfying these needs at Hillenbrand had enabled me to return to Harvard and complete my studies without any inner turmoil, a yearning so strong it was part of my DNA. Still, those wild years were behind me. Chrysalis was behind me. Enthrall a memory now, and I’d not stepped into a dungeon again until today.
I had Mia to watch over and the kind of responsibilities a man of my standing strove to live up to.
And yet…a familiar titillating feeling soaked into my bones.
In less than the eight minutes it had taken for me to get here, Kristoff had secured Shay to the post and was moving things along at lightning speed. He was slapping Shay’s erection, and it looked painful. But from the way his victim pumped his hips, it wasn’t hard enough.
There’d seemingly been no time for conversation of what was expected. No exploration of his fears or hard limits, no gentle coaxing to get Shay swooning in subspace. No time to develop trust. It wasn’t so much amateur hour but a Dom’s impatience to satisfy his own needs with total disregard for the sub’s.
Kristoff teased Shay’s chin with the handle of a bull whip and it made me flinch. We never had those in the club—they were just too damn harsh. We used a smaller, less agonizing version as befitting a foundation based on ethics. That thing he wielded was going to split Shay’s flesh open if he didn’t use it right.
Shay’s gaze slid over to mine.
Confusion, that’s what I read in him, and I knew where it was coming from. He’d always wanted to be dominated by a man and explore his bisexual side. This was meant to be a special event, enthralling even, and he’d probably noticed my disapproving stare.
So many thoughts buzzed around in my brain. Part of me didn’t want to sabotage this experience, and part of me felt guilty for having stepped into this room without discussing it with Mia first.
I gestured to Kristoff to step back. He did so, looking intrigued.
I approached Shay, resting my forehead against his to connect with him, wanting to take his extraction from this place nice and slow. I needed him to see I understood what this meant to him, and that I acknowledged the bravery it took for an alpha with a tough guy persona to willingly be put in this position.
“We’re leaving,” I said.
