Page 104 of Enthrall Ecstasy
I’d not even noticed when the last flame went out.
Bringing my pile of books with me, I carried them through the house, heading over to where I’d started this morning—the dining room. It was a reasonable place to look for Shay since it was lunchtime.
The private dining room was empty.
The table had not even been set for a meal. Peering forlornly out the window and looking beyond into the garden, I saw someone splashing in the oversized pool. A man wearing swimming goggles was cutting through the water.
Him.
I felt anger well up in me. He’d been out there the entire time.
Unlocking the glass door, I carried my books toward the edge of the pool and watched a naked Shay swim down the center using the butterfly stroke. Toned and muscular, his impressive body looked taut and tantalizing. A tattoo marked his right shoulder—a large bird over a trident.
He was a water Adonis snatching air, turning his head sharply from side to side, repeating this method as he swam fast and strong to the end, then flipping and swimming back to the other side.
He’d thrown his clothes on a lounge chair before diving in, setting his shoes and socks beside it. A towel waited for him. His dip in the pool had been planned.
He knew I’d been in that dreary library all this time, waiting for him. Yet he’d chosen to ignore that fact.
Ignore me, because clearly I was not his submissive.
Lifting one of the books from the pile in my arms, I flung it across the water at his head.
It barely missed him.
Shay stopped swimming, treading water, and stared at me. He eased his goggles up, sliding them to his forehead.
Got your attention now.
The next book I threw splashed a foot away from him.
He looked at me like I was insane. “What the fuck!”
That didn’t stop me from throwing another. The book splashed and sunk.
“Stop that!” he yelled.
“I know what you’re doing!” I shouted.
“Rue, stop it. Or I will—”
“Punish me? You’re not around long enough to have any lasting consequence.”
“I can see you’re upset, so let’s talk about this.”
“Upset?” I held up the last book for him to see. “This one is signed.”
“Carl Jung! Don’t you dare!”
“You should have thought twice before ghosting me.”
“I’m protecting you!”
“I don’t need protecting. I need to be fucked…hard. I need what I came here for—immersion, bondage, S&M. The whole thing…”
“Rue, I’m serious.”
I leaned over the edge of the pool. “Promise me you will deliver everything I am asking for. Or the book gets it.” I raised it high.
