Page 3 of Enthrall Ecstasy
Carrie held up her phone again, this time showing me Rue dressed in her graduation gown. I again noted her freckled button nose and bright red hair, a feature that would make a submissive easily discernible if wearing a mask.
Carrie put her phone down. “She has a bright future. Only you can make sure of it.”
“That’s a curious statement—”
“Get her out of Pendulum.”
A jolt of concern hit me at hearing that name.
If Rue was in the clutches of Pendulum she was in danger. If anyone asked about the place, they were told it didn’t exist.
Pendulum was where the richest and most powerful men in the world went to misbehave.
Consent was dubious and the play rough.
“I don’t know who else has the skill to access the place,” Carrie said softly.
“Is she a client?”
“No.”
Carrie pressed a palm to her chest. “Please, Shay.”
“This is not what I do.”
“Enthrall does good work.” She tilted her head. “So I’ve heard.”
“This isn’t in my wheelhouse.”
“How much?”
“It’s not about money, Carrie.”
“Go to Pendulum. Bring her home.” She pushed off the desk and came closer.
Rue would be so deep down the rabbit hole by now.
“What can I offer?” she said. “Access to a public figure? Someone famous you’d like to fuck?”
“There’s nothing I need or want.” An elegant way of sayingfuck offwith your bribes.
“You must listen to me.”
“I’ve heard everything you’ve said, Carrie.”
I held her stare. A fierce stand-off.
“I can arrange an unmarked car. It will leave in five minutes.”
“Anything else I can help you with?” I said.
She softened as though realizing this tactic wasn’t going to work with me.
“I don’t know who else to turn to.”
“I’m sure you can think of someone.”
She clutched her skirt and raised it—high enough for me to see she wasn’t wearing any panties and view that circle of silver piercing her labia. The jewelry signaled a Dominant’s ownership of her. Her clit peeked out between her adorned sex.
