Page 47 of Enthrall Ecstasy
Shay unclipped his seatbelt and read a text on his phone. He peered up at the house. “Carrie’s here. She’s on a call. Wants to talk with me.”
“Lucky you.”
“She’ll be out in five,” he added.
An awkward silence ensued.
I tried not to fidget. Sitting beside one of the hottest men I’d ever known was making my toes curl. What we’d done in his shower this morning…what I’d done more specifically in front of him still made my body thrum.
It was hard to look at him now. Knowing he’d watched me get myself off and then merely thrown me out of his bathroom like our intimacy meant nothing.
This guy could just growl an order and make me wet.
I miss you already.
Even though I don’t know you.
“The architecture is…interesting,” Shay said, making conversation.
I let out a frustrated sigh. “My punishment will no doubt involve some kind of cleaning.”
“You’ll settle back in.”
A comment like that came from those who didn’t know what happened here. It was fun at first but after a while it was just the same routine over and over—submissives were spoiled but not allowed to dabble in anything risky.
“What goes on in there?” he said, scanning the windows.
“Sometimes we wear uniforms,” I said. “I get punished a lot. Have to bend over the teacher’s desk…”
He shot me a glance. “Don’t say anymore.”
“Why, that your fantasy?” I nudged his side. “Me having my bare ass spanked because I failed a test?”
He arched a brow. “Want to know what my fantasy is?”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly.
“You, passing the ‘shut the fuck up’ test.”
I folded my arms in a huff.
“Well done, you earned yourself a passing grade.”
“You don’t need to wait.”
“I told Carrie I’d deliver you safely and that’s what I intend to do.”
“You realize how patronizing that sounds.”
He glanced at his watch.
Just say it. Ask him.
I rallied the words. “Can I…see you again?”
“You mean like a date?”
“Yes.”
