Page 91 of Enthrall Ecstasy
“I’m the worst kind of man, Rue.”
“Why do you say that?”
Because I’m about to ruin your fucking day.
Rue pushed up from her chair and came closer. I turned my chair to face her, ready to take her hands in mine.
She went down on her knees before me.
This wasn’t the first time she’d caught me like this. This time, she merely rested her head on my lap. My jacket swamped her small frame.
“You’re not the worst kind of man,” she said softly. “You do so much good. Everyone here adores you. They really do. I want you to know that.”
I’d never really cared what anyone thought of me.
Except her, I suppose.
I ran my fingers through her soft curls, caressing her scalp.
“You’ve not met everyone,” I said, amused.
“You know what I mean. The staff I have met. A few of the submissives, when they asked who I was with here. They are so happy for me.”
I gave myself this moment to savor.
Comforting her before the impending guillotine of disappointment came down on us both.
“I have a secret,” she whispered.
“There should be no secrets between us.” Though soon that wouldn’t matter.
It was easy to fall into a trancelike state from this intimacy with her merely resting her head on my lap. Rue’s femininity flowed into me like a tranquilizer.
She looked up. “I want to tell you something.”
“I’m listening.”
“I sent money to Richard Booth to help pay for my stay here.”
“Where did you get the money?”
“I asked my aunt for an advance on my inheritance.”
That made me cringe. “I’m glad you told me.”
“It’s important you know that I’ll pay my way.”
“Rue, submissives don’t need to pay anything. I’ll get your money back to you.”
“You told me I couldn’t afford a membership.”
“I was being an ass.”
“I forgive you.”
Brushing Rue’s cheek with my curled fingers I said, “Rue, you’re exquisite.”
I’d taken this place for granted. Its freedoms. Its uniqueness to reach a person and pull them back from the brink. A sacred space in which to heal.
