Page 146 of Enthrall Ecstasy
I could feel myself yielding to her. Her body trembled as it bent to mine.
Breaking me apart.
Breaking me open.
She might as well have been forcing her way through this wall I’d built, crashing onto the other side.
Finding me.
I was unable to pull away, despite wanting to fight against the inevitable hurt and destruction. I refused to listen to the voice that warned this was the wrong way, because it felt like the only way.
I jerked away and turned from her so she couldn’t see what she’d done to me.
“Shay,” she said softly as I left our bed.
I opened the door and walked out, leaving her alone.
Twisting my wrists, I tried to pull out of the cuffs.
It was useless.
Naked, with my back against tile, I tried to catch my breath as Master Shay strolled in.
He was bare-chested and shoeless, wearing only tailored slacks.
I’d been prepared for him.
Stripped and secured and now on show.
Last night, he’d walked out of the bedroom after kissing me like I meant something to him—even though before that he had told me otherwise. I clung to hope.
Just as De Sade had advised me to do.
It was closing in on lunch time.
Shay had been gone for hours. Seeing him made my flesh heat.
I’d waited in this intimidating room for thirty minutes, hoping he would show up.
He moved around as though this had always been inevitable. Us together again.
It was easy to guess what this room was for. The checked floor giving it a classy appearance, but it was a water room, nonetheless. The floor dipped onto another level to collect water that would gather around my feet.
I’d heard of these sessions where the pressure of a hose was used instead of a whip.
In that usual domineering way I’d grown addicted to, Shay closed in on me, his expression unreadable. He checked to make sure my wrists were contained within the cuffs.
Yesterday, I’d been showcased in the Harrington Suite and I’d exceeded their expectations, according to Lotte. I’d responded well to my old master as he’d given me over to my new Dom.
How could this not be permanent?
I trusted my master not to be too harsh or bring too much pain in this session. And it was water, right? How bad could this be?
“Let’s begin,” said Shay, strolling over to the other side of the room. He grabbed one of the fire hoses and dragged it off the clip on the wall.
He turned the handle on the faucet and water shot out the end of the hose. He carried it over to me.
I jolted with shock as the water pressure hit my abdomen. After initially being startled, I realized it felt good.
