Page 13 of Enthrall Ecstasy
“A friend.”
“We aren’t friends.”
“If I was planning something sinister, you’d still be locked in those handcuffs.”
“Take me back to Faulkner.”
“He’s the reason you’re in this mess.”
“Mess?”
“Trust me on this.”
“I’ll scream!”
“You think that would raise an alarm around here?”
“I mean it.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-three.”
I opened a door. Finding the room empty, I ushered Rue inside the private space.
“Kneel,” I ordered fiercely.
She sank to her knees, holding a subservient pose. I leaned low and swiped my jacket off her shoulders to expose her.
“You will obey.”
A ghost of a smile played on her lips as she shuddered back into subspace.
“Play with your clit,” I ordered.
She reached for her sex.
“Wait,” I snapped.
Her eyes twinkled with mischief, and it almost destroyed me. But I had a job to do. Get her into a trance. Get her under my command and fast.
I tried to ignore the erection that proved I was enjoying this a little too much. My hands clenched into fists—I needed to pull this off without touching her.
“What do you say?” I asked sternly.
“Yes, sir.”
“Better.” I gestured. “You may continue.”
Reaching low, she began to strum her clit.
“Good little slut,” I said huskily.
She let out a gasp. Clearly, she liked me talking dirty.
Again, I reminded myself why I was here.
Stick to the plan.
