Page 46 of Enthrall Ecstasy
It was so damn hot a lesser man would have come right away, hot seed spilling onto this beauty’s abdomen.
I was not that kind of man.
Hell, I’d trained at Chrysalis for the darkest kink…had submissives taking turns riding me. I’d stayed the course during a session until enough had come on me to impress even the most seasoned of Doms who had witnessed the erotic scene.
This, this was easy to endure.
I was the fucking king of edging.
I moved her hand away from her clit.
She moved it back, her need so raw I knew refusing her release would be cruel. Holding her by the throat still, I allowed Rue to pleasure herself.
“Master,” she begged for permission to come.
With a nod, I gave it to her, allowed the climax to sweep over her, possess her. As she traversed the waves of bliss, her mouth grew slack and her expression dazed.
I continued to hold eye contact with her as she moaned at the height of her orgasm.
By holding her at length like this, I was punishing myself.
Denying myself…
There was no other way.
When I let go of her throat, Rue collapsed against me and shuddered through the rest of her release. Her warm nakedness pressed against me, skin to skin, like we belonged together.
I stepped away, keeping my hands to my sides, letting her recover without touching her. I couldn’t let her know she’d had any effect on me.
“Good girl,” I said, soothing her.
I pressed my lips to the top of her head. “Now get the fuck out of my bathroom so I can take a hot shower.”
She was breathless and boneless under my command. “You don’t want me to…?”
My cock agreed with her suggestion.
“No.” I turned my back on her.
I heard her step out of the shower, her bare feet padding along the tile. Maybe she grabbed a towel on the way out.
Resting my head against the shower door, I fought this craving, telling myself I’d done the right thing in sending her away.
I couldn’t carry any more blame.
We drovehell-bound toward Majestic.
If Enthrall was rumored to be like a palace in the Hollywood hills, Majestic was more like a private home in boring suburbia. They didn’t even begin to compare.
The PCH was quieter this time of morning, the traffic easier to navigate up the 101 eastbound.
Tucked away on Hillcrest Avenue in the heart of Glendale was the ugliest manor on the block—Majestic, the place where new submissives were initiated into the scene. The play was strict but safe.
Trees lined the driveway that led to the secluded house of pain—with submissives as the main act. The guard outside gave a nod of approval.
When we arrived at the manor, Shay parked his Rover out front.
I imagined Carrie had warned the staff we were on our way, maybe even given them Shay’s license plate number. Everything was arranged ahead of time when it came to our security.
