Page 107 of Enthrall Ecstasy
And here I was, with another beautiful submissive before me, feeling like I’d always been part of this place.
Rue peered up at me with trust in her eyes.
Her ruby collar looked stunning.
I leaned in and kissed her forehead.
With Chrysalis, nothing was ever as it seemed. I glanced left down that long hallway, past the Harrington Suite and beyond Richard’s office door, all the way down to those double doors and what lay secretly behind them.
The setting where all submissives were forbidden to go alone.
The place we’d return to soon.
She’d flourish there.
But first, this…
I escorted her out the front door.
Once inside the chauffeur driven limo, I’d placed a blindfold on the exquisite submissive, temporarily under my command.
Observing the way Rue went into subspace was a new kind of pleasure; seeing her completely surrender as she sat upright on the back seat, listening for my next command.
She had to be curious about our destination.
Thinking too much about our situation was a mistake. It wasn’t about me. Or what I wanted or needed. It was merely me fulfilling a promise.
She could never be mine.
And, by the end of this, we would know who best fit the role of master for her by observing who she had chemistry with and how the Doms responded to her as well.
Sitting back, I studied Rue, her large breasts and curves emphasizing her femininity. Her hands rested in her lap.
I admired the many facets of Rue Asher, from talented surfer to competent professional who knew what it felt like to save a life.
A sensual goddess.
So many would get to appreciate her.
It would be selfish to get in the way of that.
I savored the journey that had us driving along the freeway, the limo picking up speed only to encounter that familiar slow crawl of L.A. traffic.
The driver had been instructed which exit to take off the freeway, the destination given to him before we’d left Chrysalis.
Within the car, music blasted from hidden speakers to set the dreamy mood;Heaven Or Las VegasbyThe Cocteau Twins.
The time for questions was over.
When we arrived at our destination, I got out first, guiding Rue. She remained blindfolded. I rested my palm on the top of her head to protect her as she climbed out of the car.
Halfway along the path, Rue hesitated; no doubt feeling self-conscious that others may see her wearing a blindfold—see exactly what she was from her ruby collar.
With a firm hand, I insisted she keep walking. She gripped my arm as I led her forward, and I could tell she was listening out for others, listening for clues to where we were.
This was merely two friends having an evening of fine dining and good conversation.
Once we made it through the front door and were standing within the restaurant foyer, I whipped off Rue’s blindfold, tucking it into my jacket pocket.
