Page 54 of Enthrall Ecstasy
Reaching the hallway lined with the luxuriously designed dungeons, I took a few seconds to try and talk myself out of this.
This self-inflicted pain was unnecessary.
I liked it down here, usually.
All the chambers were different. All of them fit for the clients who spent time in each one.
Jake was in one of them, flaunting his identity as De Sade—the sick fuck who liked to see his subs squirm in both pleasure and pain. Being with him was the risk they chased after, the fear factor that came with a session with a grand master.
For me, self-hate had no room to flourish when he was handling the scene. That’s how he’d gotten me to open up to him. That’s how De Sade had broken down my walls—with sheer violence. The kind of energy that felt painfully familiar, as though the only way to find myself was to go back into that warzone.
Some part of me is still there in that Middle Eastern desert.
I’d become addicted to De Sade’s cruelty, his skill, for the relief it brought. Even though it was unhealthy in the long-term. I knew that. Of course, I did. That level of debauchery was just so alluring.
A queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach told me he was close.
A light shone above Chamber Eight, a warning not to proceed further. A session was in progress.
Chamber Eight was the room you took your submissive into when you wanted to feel closed in with them. The space was intimate and the toys geared towards punishment.
I walked a few steps back down the hallway and turned the handle to the adjoining chamber, pausing for a beat to reconsider.
And then I stepped inside.
I strolled towards the one-way glass that showed the shadowy figures on the other side, peering through the window into their private sanctuary. They couldn’t see me, which was best for everyone.
Yeah, they were back together.
Rylee, De Sade’s ex-wife, knelt before him in a submissive pose. The stunning brunette had drawn everyone’s attention back when she was single. Back before she’d caught De Sade’s eye.
She was the kind of beauty any man would crave; her long silky black locks falling over slender shoulders, her Persian features regal and breathtaking.
She was fiery, too. That’s what he’d told me. Her temper sometimes got out of control—and I think he liked that about her. He was attracted to her insatiable hunger for life and her ability to stand up to him, forcing him to up his game.
He had her on her feet now.
He walked her backwards until she met the padded table behind her. She slid onto it and splayed her legs. Jake didn’t miss a beat, leaning in and devouring her pussy, his mouth wide as his tongue explored every crevice of her sex. Her thighs trembled with the pleasure, her throaty groans echoing in that dusky chamber to lure him on.
He held her stare. The look of passion between them was undeniable.
De Sade had looked at me like that, once.
She bucked her hips, demanding more of his mouth, bringing her legs up to spread them wider. She wanted him to fuck her.
I wondered if he would.
His wedding ring was back on his left hand. When the divorce proceedings had first begun, he’d removed it.
Funny how life can implode so quickly, being so incredible one second and in the next you’re struggling to come up for air. Struggling to make sense of where you went wrong.
Letting him walk out my door was where I went wrong.
Could I have stopped him? If I had asked him to stay?
He used his hands on her as though reading her mind; teasing her nipples and then playing with her clit—giving her his all.
I heard the click of a door opening. It had come from behind me.
