Page 69 of Enthrall Ecstasy
“Of course, I didn’t mean anything by it.” Glancing right, I studied the framed photos on the wall, searching for a way to divert the conversation, or at the very least save it.
One photo was of a man swimming with sharks. In another, a man was rock-climbing without a harness. The photo on the end was of a man skydiving.
“Is that you?” I asked.
Richard’s gaze never left me. “I’m the one asking the questions.”
His harsh tone seared into me.
No wonder he’d attracted the likes of Hollywood icon Andrea Buckingham, an actress who’d starred in a movie about BDSM. It made me wonder if that’s what had attracted them to each other.
“You have a great reference,” he said. “Your last master highly recommends you.”
I’d not wanted Faulkner to know I was coming here. It made sense though, asking what kind of submissive they could expect. With all their high profile clients they had to be thorough. Maybe he’d been the one to tell them I’d left Pendulum.
A mark against me.
“I’m here because of Master Gardner,” I said, unable to keep the fire out of my tone. “He says I’m ready.”
“Is that not for me to determine?” Richard looked affronted.
“My body. My fantasies. If you can’t handle them because I’m a woman…”
He glanced at my pussy. “Cover yourself.”
I let the hem drop and it fell below my knees.
I’ve blown it.
I could see he was annoyed. “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”
“You may leave.” He gestured to the door.
“Master Gardner’s paid for my membership,” I added quickly.
Richard’s face wore an irritated expression. “I’m a busy man.”
“No more talk of Chaucer, then?” It sounded funny to me.
“I doubt you’ve ever heard of him.” He glanced at his watch. “Look at that, it’s ‘fuck off 0’clock.’”
How was it possible to admire and hate someone at the same time? This man was hard to read. If only he wasn’t so damn handsome—his confidence was off the charts.
Richard strolled closer and towered over me. “Want to know why it’s a no?”
I bit the inside of my cheek.
“You didn’t kneel?” He raised his hand sharply. “It’s too late now.”
“I just spent the last hour signing everything,” I blurted out.
“You might be one of Faulkner’s worst subs.”
“That’s not true.” I flinched, realizing he was testing my resolve. “What do I need to do to prove I’m ready?”
“If you have to ask.”
Lowering myself as elegantly as possible, I kneeled and spread my arms out before me in a submissive’s pose, letting my hair tumble before me.
