Page 79 of Enthrall Ecstasy
My body thrummed with each passing second. All that had gone before, all the training, all the time as an ingnue revealing its worth.
Since the first time I’d seen Shay at Pendulum, I’d desired more time with him. Fantasized about what it would be like to behis.
But after the interviews with Richard and Cameron, I’d given up hope of it ever happening.
He didn’t speak. I could only hear the purr of the engine and the sound of cars passing by.
I resisted the urge to ask where we were going.
I knew.
My flesh tingled in anticipation, nipples hard against my dress, my sex throbbing with longing.
I’d fantasized about this.
Over the last three weeks, I’d brought toys to my sex and pleasured myself with thoughts of him.
This man.
Replaying again and again the limited time I’d had with Shay at Pendulum.
My reverie unfolding like a brilliant dream coming true. Awakening to a new experience. I could see through the erotic looking glass—the one I’d pined for since first learning pleasure came in so many forms.
If all those involved with my admission into Chrysalis truly honored my vision, then life would never be the same.
My delicious ruination was guaranteed.
All I had to do was surrender. Trust that my new Dom had the skill to take me all the way into the depths of depravity.
Sexual bliss.
I wanted to ask what would happen next, what was the reason for this blindfold.
But I knew better.
I tried improving my pose as I mentally gave myself over to the adventure—offering him my mind and body and soul.
“We need to improve your form,” said Shay.
His firm hands brushed over my spine as he directed me to sit straighter, as though I was a dancer and he was my instructor improving my pose.
I felt the sensation of his fingers tipping up my chin.
My lips pouted as though a kiss might even find me. The promise of his lips on mine.
Sharp pinches to my left nipple made me flinch, sending jolts of exotic pleasure into my breasts. I felt the slow gliding up of material as my hem was hoisted above my thighs.
If the driver turned around, he’d see me. See my sex exposed and wet.
“Whatever Faulkner had you doing,” Shay said in a stern tone, “I’m going to have to correct it.” He eased my thighs farther apart. “We have higher standards at Chrysalis.”
“Permission to speak, sir.”
“Permitted.”
“It’s happening?” I said breathlessly.
“How wet are you?” he whispered fiercely.
