Page 4 of Enthrall Ecstasy
We were both silent for a moment, contemplating a familiarity we were both accustomed to.
“Submissive?” I asked.
“Domina. I still switch for my master.”
“Do I know him?”
She shook her head. “He lives abroad.”
“You can…” I gestured for her to let her hem fall.
She gave a thankful nod and dropped her skirt, reassured by my calm demeanor.
“Speak,” I ordered.
“I’m a Mistress at the House of Majestic,” she said. “Rue’s one of our submissives. She’s only been training with us for a month. She’s at Pendulum to be auctioned off.” Carrie looked distraught. “She’s not ready, Shay. Not for that place.”
Fuck.
“How long do I have to get her out?”
“Two hours.”
I glanced at my watch and then looked at Carrie. “I’ll drive myself to Pendulum.”
I’d left Carrie’s L.A. office and driven straight to The Strand of Manhattan Beach.
On the way, I’d stopped off briefly at a costume boutique and purchased a masquerade plague doctor mask.
It reflected aleave me the fuck aloneattitude.
The disguise covered my whole damn face.
My three-piece suit rounded out the hedonism.
My position at Enthrall meant I was the front man for facing potential enemies—the one who went ahead to disarm the metaphorical explosives lying in wait.
If I didn’t get to her in time, they were going to destroy Rue Asher.
I wondered if she’d be made aware of their rule on consent, the fact they didn’t have one.
I owed the privilege of entering Pendulum to Richard. He’d made a call and I’d been met at the door by a masked submissive—no codeword required. She’d not be able to pick me out of a crowd, which protected both of us.
Getting in had been surprisingly easy. If this were Enthrall, heads would roll at this lack of security.
The modern tune was loud, the music heady and unnaturally synthesized—perfect for the atmosphere.
They’d need a larger room for VIPs to mingle while they made their bids on the subs.
This place was a contemporary interior designer’s paradise, with an open plan and luxury furniture. Creative lighting showcased the paintings of naked women that charmed the walls. Cozy elements ensured guests had privacy to experience untold pleasure in a lavish setting.
Pendulum was infamous for its wild nights and risky play. The clientele were rich and beautiful and addicted to pushing their limits.
Pendulum. Where you came to mainline sex.
Couples and threesomes and “othersomes” lined the hallways, all of them fucking. Some threw me a curious glance through their masquerade masks as I walked by them, looking out for that distinctive redhead.
Chrysalis could be hedonistic but here the debauchery rivaled our elite manor.
