Page 73 of Enthrall Ecstasy
She hadn’t overheard the conversation I’d had with Cameron about me rescuing her from there.
Cameron looked thoughtful. “I’m saying no to Enthrall. For now.”
She blinked. “Why?”
Cole pushed to his feet, hinting he was leaving.
Session over.
Awhat the fuckexpression flashed over her face. “I understand every aspect of what I’m asking for. I will be placed in situations that push my limits. Maybe fucked by more than one man. Punished and pleasured and…”
Cole tucked his hands into his pockets as he continued to study her. Doing his thing; mind-fuckery on the highest level.
“I’m ready for anything,” Rue said, her tone pleading. She licked her lips. “This need is so strong I’ll die from it if it’s not sated.”
“I would ask you to kneel again,” Cameron said coldly, “but we only ask that fromoursubmissives.” He grabbed his jacket and tie off the back of a chair and headed for the door.
Rue stared at me with a confused expression.
“Wait here,” I told her.
I followed Cameron into the hallway, trying to get a read on him.
Cole’s brand was an acquired taste, decadent and without limits and strangely necessary. It could be a shock to the system even when consumed in small quantities.
I suppose it could be argued that if he didn’t send you reeling, he wasn’t doinghis thing.
“She’s exquisite,” he said, as though he’d not just sent off an emotional nuclear bomb in there.
He reached into his pocket and brought out his cufflinks, reattaching them to his cuffs, tugging on his shirt sleeves afterwards.
I hoped Rue wasn’t crying. I hated tears—hated the idea of having to comfort her and this memory of Enthrall being her last.
“Thoughts?” I asked, jaw tight with exasperation.
One thing I knew was to expect the unexpected. He was still able to unsettle me.
“She’s lovely,” he added. “Ethereal.”
“Obviously, but I meant as a submissive.”
He blinked at me as though confused.
“That’s why we’re here,” I snapped, due to the fact I was still rock hard and needed to get back in there.
Cameron seemed to take pleasure from my impatience. Or maybe his dark side got a kick out of me standing here with a boner.
“She’ll make a stellar submissive,” I said, needing to hear him say it.
“She is extraordinary.”
In those few words he’d defused the chaos inside my mind. Reassuring me I was seeing her potential. That I’d not just projected what I needed to see.
Shewas real.
Authentic.
A woman who deserved to be cherished by someone.
