Page 15 of Enthrall Ecstasy
“I know what this is,” she snapped.
“Well done, you.” I didn’t care what she thought.
This annoying submissive was taking up my precious time. I’d gate-crashed the event and done the unthinkable—stolen a submissive, drawn the prize away from the new-money crowd. Who’d no doubt throw a tantrum when they could find no trace of the young woman.
She walked beside me with an annoyed stride, well out of subspace.
“She sent you, didn’t she?” Rue asked.
“Want to be specific?”
“You work for her.” Rue tried to keep up with me. “Mistress Carrie.”
“Not exactly, no. This is a one-off.”
“Are you a private detective?”
“No. Where’s your car?”
“I came with someone.”
“Faulkner?”
“Yes. Am I in trouble?”
I opened the passenger door and reached into my glove compartment, fishing out my phone. “Let’s get Carrie on the line.”
She rested her hand on mine to stop me. “Don’t.”
I turned to face her. “She’ll reassure you that you’re safe with me.”
“She doesn’t get to do this.”
“Get in the car.”
“I’m going back inside.”
I grabbed her arm. “Not happening.”
She tried to get away but then realized I was too strong. I’d seen that look a thousand times. The way a sub reacted to being dominated by a man impossible to escape from. That fiery glint as they processed how much fun they’d have being naughty and then subsequently being punished if they tried to run.
“I’m letting you go.” I clenched my teeth. “Don’t try anything.”
“Sounds like a threat.”
“That’s why we’re getting an adult you know on the line.”
“Don’t patronize me.” She had that exact same glint in her eye she’d had when she’d been playing with herself a few minutes ago.
I raised my mask so she could see my face.
She peered up at me, seemingly impressed with what she saw. Her fiery gaze dissolved into pure want as she bit her bottom lip.
Yet she said, “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“You’re not going back in there if that’s what you think.”
“I’ll just stand out here in the cold then.”
