Page 164 of Enthrall Shadows
“Who is he?” I barged forward.
Richard blocked me. “If she barged in on you during a meeting, how would you feel?”
“This is different.”
Lotte appeared at the door, just behind Richard. “Henry!”
My jaw tensed when I saw the whip, words failing me.
She wore next to nothing—a bodice and panties with stockings and boots.
“Go next door.” She pointed. “You can see through the window.”
“I’ve seen enough.”
Lotte disappeared for a beat and then stepped out into the hallway. “Follow me.”
She was clothed as a seductive dominatrix, wielding that familiar riding whip in her right hand.
I hesitated for a beat and then agreed to follow her down the hallway. She opened a door and gestured for me to step inside.
I went on ahead, pivoting to peer through the window into the room she’d left. I was immediately mesmerized by the four submissives kneeling before another dominatrix. The erotic sight was extraordinary.
Lotte came to stand beside me. “It’s a one-way mirror. They can’t see us.”
“Isn’t that a breach of their privacy?” I shot back, feeling relieved there wasn’t some hot-blooded male in there.
“They’ve been under my tutelage. I’m transferring them to Penny Lansbury.”
“Do you really need to dress half-naked for that?”
“Excuse me?” She turned away. “You just interrupted a session.”
“Might just stay for the entire show.”
Her whip hit my ass. It stung like a motherfucker.
“Follow me,” she demanded as she led me out.
We walked across the hall—right into an empty dungeon.
She appeared calm, but I knew me being here unannounced would piss her off.
I hated we were having this disagreement.
It was a sparse room with one familiar piece—a St. Andrew’s Cross in the center. A high-backed velvet chair sat nearby with a gold-colored ottoman beside it. Long drapes framed the floor-to-ceiling windows. The fake Paris landscape looked extraordinary.
“No expense spared,” I mused.
She moved closer to me with a sharp confidence. “Your behavior is unacceptable.”
“Behavior?”
“I intend to leave Chrysalis, but on my terms.”
“You have a job waiting for you in Beverly Hills.”
“I’m still talking, Mr. Cole.” She raised her whip. “The submissives you saw are under my supervision. Leaving permanently without an official transfer would compromise their progress. They are vulnerable.”
