Page 92 of Enthrall Ecstasy
How could I deny her that?
If I took her on, it would mean losing a piece of myself, giving over my heart to this virtual stranger.
Holding on to my pain to relieve hers.
Even if she was here, now, I just couldn’t bethe one.
“I will be everything you want in a submissive,” she whispered.
And there it was, that final strike to persuade me to find him for her quickly.
“Go lean over the table,” I said firmly.
It was time to begin.
Eagerly, she pushed up and hurried over to the end of the table and rested her palms there.
She’d exchanged the only money she had for time at Chrysalis.
I’d told myself no other man cared as much for her as I did. After all, I was willing to set her free—this woman who in any other universe I’d have chased down and made my own.
I would find the man she deserved.
There was just one final matter to take into consideration. I needed to know what it felt like to be inside her.
I owed her that, at least.
And it would be for my sake, too.
Because soon another man would claim her.
There was no way I was leaving this room without knowing what fucking her felt like.
It would be a memory we’d both cherish.
I wanted this time with her.
Grabbing the fountain pen and sliding off the cap, I wrote along the dotted line of the contract: Master to be determined.
Leaning over the table, my body tense, I glanced over at Shay and watched him run the pen along the contract.
He’d signed it.
When he got up and walked toward me, my fingernails dug into the table with anticipation. He stood behind me, being silent, as though waiting for something. I knew not to turn around. Not to speak. Not to do or say anything that would change his mind.
Shay eased his jacket off my shoulders and threw it further up the table.
Kneeling behind me, Shay eased my panties down my thighs. I stepped out of them, my butt exposed. His palm caressed my cheeks, sending a shiver along my skin, his hands sweeping over my ass—as though he was ready to mark my flesh with a slap.
He rose behind me.
I held my breath, full of dizzying excitement.
His hands moved over my bodice, exploring, and then he pulled my hair back from my face, taking his time, seemingly admiring what was his. He reached around to the front of my bodice, tugging it down and easing my breasts out.
Having freed them from the tight binding, he tweaked my nipples, kneading them, running a fingertip around the beading areolas. The rush of sensations caused me to inhale sharply.
He was examining the curve of my spine now, and then moved me into a more pleasing position by tapping my legs apart. Tracing along my cleft, he made an appreciative noise on finding me wet.
