Page 95 of Enthrall Ecstasy
Had he not seen the way I look at him? Or the way I responded to his touch? Or did he not remember he’d been the one to grant me access?
I owed him everything.
“I’ll try not to,” I replied, my voice shaky.
How could he not know I’d already fallen hard?
“If you find yourself feeling that way,” he added, “tell me, so that I can make other arrangements.”
“Other arrangements?”
Even the thought of it sent me reeling. But if he was trying to distract me with his talented mouth, he was succeeding.
He’d nestled back in, continuing as though those words hadn’t been spoken. Licking and flicking me there, his tongue strumming me into oblivion.
Moaning through another orgasm, I collapsed, trembling, leaning against Shay, clinging to him and yearning for the sensation never to cease.
He pushed to his feet and towered over me. “Such a filthy whore.”
Yet in his arms I felt adored and beautiful and sexy as hell.
“I’ll be monitoring your progress,” he said.
Wouldn’t he be watching my progress?
A knock at the door startled me.
Shay pulled his jacket off the table and covered me with it, holding it around me as though assuming whoever was there might stroll on in.
“Yes?” he called out impatiently.
Dominic appeared in the doorway and headed toward the table. He was carrying a mug.
“One Tempest coffee.” He set the mug down on a coaster. “As requested.”
Dominic snatched his fountain pen off the table and glanced down at the contract. He stared at it for a beat. Then whipped the form up and carried it with him toward the door. “I’ll await your decision then,” he said sternly.
“Yes, Dominic, you will,” said Shay.
Dominic turned and gave a low bow.
“Is the library available?” asked Shay.
“It is,” he said.
Turning his back on us, Dominic walked out the door.
That same wall I’d tried to breach before came back up to surround Shay.
I tried to comprehend his pain.
“We need to get you out of this bodice and back into the submissive uniform. There should be no special treatment for you.” He seemed to bristle with annoyance.
He was referring to what I’d been dressed in when I’d first arrived—that strappy number that revealed everything.
“You’re no different than them,” he added.
“I know, sir.” Even as I replied I felt the stab of his cruelty. “I just want to please you.”
