Page 14 of Enthrall Shadows
Getting thrown out of my brother’s place was an embarrassment I didn’t want to endure.
“Elite members only,” he said. “Sir?”
“Rosewood,” said the pretty blonde.
“Rosewood,” I parroted, without breaking eye contact with him.
This submissive was a gem.
She lingered close to me, her perfume light and youthful. Her obedience assured by her quiet demeanor.
We were permitted to enter.
Holding tightly to the fine chain, I led her into another enormous ballroom.
Tall pillars were spaced throughout the chamber. In a tipsy haze, I succumbed to the vision.
Red lighting lit up the room, the heady space alive with movement in every corner—and on every piece of furniture. Against every pillar, men and women were fucking, sometimes with a third partner.
“Wow.” The audacious hedonism made me grin.
The submissive studied me. “You’ve not been in here before?”
I took a sip of my champagne instead of answering.
Shesuddenly appeared out of the ether—a sexy dominatrix with an alluring figure and blonde waves tumbling over her bare shoulders. A glamorous masquerade mask covered half her face and she wore a spray of black feathers like a crown.
“Henry?” she asked in a sultry tone.
Coverblown—even with me wearing this masquerade mask.Richard had probably sent her to retrieve me.
She pried the submissive’s chain out of my hand and handed it back to the girl. “Run along,” she ordered. “Now.”
The submissive scurried away.
“Impressive,” I said.
The dominatrix came closer and whispered, “You’re not allowed in here.”
“Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?”
“Put your drink down.”
Of course she was bossy, too.
I set my champagne flute on a nearby table.
She wrapped her arm around mine. “Walk with me.”
Seduced by her serene authority, I allowed myself to be led away.
As we walked through a doorway, she added, “Don’t say anything else until we’re alone.”
This woman’s smoky brown irises were mesmerizing, and a striking contrast to her wavy golden hair. Her shiny lips were something to behold—or kiss.
She had the confident, sexy stride of a supermodel, her hips majestically swaying with the lure of feminine rule.
We continued down a staircase and along another hallway.
