Page 6 of Enthrall Ecstasy
Tall palms in impressive vases lined the entrance, the music changing into a more exotic beat; a modern retelling of Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons” added an ethereal edge.
Within the ballroom, well-dressed guests mingled, all of them watching the activity in the center—the main show.
Two dominants were showcasing five submissives, each being ceremoniously stripped of their robes. All of them were seductively dressed in scant bodices, no thong required. They were all naked from the waist down.
My gut twisted when I sawher.
A jolt of electricity traveled through my veins like a fucking livewire, the visceral response fascinating.
I’d never felt this kind of awe.
The photo of her had not done enough to reveal those crystal blue irises that shone vibrantly through her silver filigree mask.
It was Rue.
She stood out from the rest of the women as a striking goddess, lighting up the room with her beauty, tall and elegant with womanly curves.
It was her proud posture that drew my attention as well…she emanated natural grace. Her complexion was refreshingly earthy.
Nothing about her seemed fake—nothing tweaked by anything but the hand of God.
And God had outdone himself with Rue.
Her sinful mouth was devastatingly kissable.
How could these men look at this striking gem and not desire her beyond all understanding?
I was certain kingdoms would fall tonight. Men would fight for someone like her—a bloody battle would ensue for the damsel in the center.
She stood facing them, proudly voluptuous, her breaths short and sharp—looking like she was in her element.
A long chain dangled from her collar all the way to the ground, ready for some Dom to reach out and grab it.
The Dom behind her was recognizable despite his masquerade mask—his gold Ulysse Nardin wristwatch giving him away. The man had Kaison Faulkner’s height and build, too.
Kaison trained submissives at his private estate in Brentwood. Something told me he’d been the one to steal Rue out of Majestic.
His kind of arrogance would be the reason she was being flaunted to this crowd.
The bad boy of B&D had struck again.
He wore a black tuxedo and a bowtie design that revealed he was a member.
I’d run into him at a club in Dubai a few years ago. His wristwatch had been a gift given to him by some rich Arab grateful for the help in keeping his kink fed.
Getting Rue away from Faulkner was going to be challenging.
I didn’t have the time to consider the fallout.
No one could see us leave.
I scanned the room, trying to get a feel on who had their sights on Rue. When I turned back, she was looking at me.
An uncommon shudder ran through me, the atmosphere suddenly lacking air.
Time slowed enough to trick me into believing this was a significant moment.
She was special…Rue Asher.
