Page 36 of Pandora's Pleasure
“Madeline, why are you showing me this?” I blurted out.
“Because I care about you.” She leaned forward to whisper. “I care about Damien, too.”
Her expression made her words seem sincere.
She took the earbud out of my fingers and eased it back into my ear so I could continue to secretly watch the video. I allowed myself to awaken to what was possible—that could be me.
The woman’s eyelids flickered as she endured a toe-curling orgasm.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” I heard myself saying.
Madeline’s hand swept up and down my arm to comfort me. “Her master has trained her for double penetration.”
“Shush.”
“No one can hear us.”
My panties were wet; a familiar stickiness I’d come to welcome.
“Do you want that to be you?” she asked, her voice sounding distant.
Yes.
No.
I don’t know.
Because right now it felt like my clit was buzzing even though nothing was touching it. All I’d done was imagine myself in the woman’s position and my arousal was spiraling toward a pinnacle.
How dare she show me this.
I yanked out the earbud again. “I’m not that kind of girl.”
“Your irises are dilated.”
I pushed to my feet. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Dr. Rhodes.”
She reached out and grasped my hand before I could walk away. “Then you won’t want what’s in the box.”
Madeline had suggested that wearing the necklace would show I belonged to him entirely—like the woman in the video. I knew the term used for those kinds of women.
Submissive.
“Damien will know what it symbolizes?” I whispered.
“Yes.” She studied my reaction. “The one who wears it is the chosen one. An elite submissive. This is their emblem.”
Reaching into my purse, I pulled out the box. “I don’t want it.”
“You don’t want that level of passion?”
“You got me drunk.”
“One tequila shot. What you’re feeling isn’t the booze, Pandora. It’s because your true nature desires this.”
“You’re a bitch.”
“Quite frankly, I’m flattered. And now you know why I’m not the one wearing it.” She gave me a sweet smile. “I’m notthatkind of woman.”
