Page 194 of Enthrall Shadows
“Drinking before lunch?” said Richard.
De Sade’s charisma was off the charts. A man that gorgeous knew the effect he had on women—and men, considering he swung both ways.
That made him all the hotter.
We’d always had an understanding. We’d flirt with each other. Stir each other up. I’d taunt him. But we’d never fucked.
Whenever I was in a relationship he wasn’t. Then when he became serious with someone, I was free. Our timing had always been off.
It didn’t stop me from admiring this amazing eye-candy, though.
I placed my purse on the table.
“You’re looking gorgeous as always, Charlotte.”
I started to reach for the bottle of champagne. I mean, why not? I wasn’t driving and having a sip of bubbly might make this mysterious meeting easier.
“No.” De Sade clicked a finger. “Relax,” he purred.
A petite blonde submissive appeared out of nowhere, like she’d been waiting for that click of his fingers. She looked twenty, maybe, and was pretty in an interesting way. The few strips of latex she was wearing did not cover her breasts or her pussy.
Delicate chains were fashioned around her hips, pulling her labia apart to better show off her clit. It was an arousing view—especially when she moved with elegance and faced us, revealing just how alluring her appearance was.
This submissive wasn’t one of ours.
With her gaze lowered, she poured three glasses of Dom Pérignon and then handed us each a flute.
I made eye contact with her briefly, and she seemed nervous.
“Nice to meet you.” I waited for her to tell me her name.
“Amelia,” said de Sade. “It’s her first day.” He clicked his fingers again and she went and stood beside him.
“First day as a sub or first day here?” asked Richard.
De Sade’s jaw flexed, a lion playing with his food. “First day asmysubmissive.”
I resisted asking more—such as who trained her and where she came from.
He was a high-level Dom. Even seasoned subs were shaken after a session with this sadist.
Andde Sade wasn’t alone here.
It took all my will not to push up from my seat and lean over the balcony to see who was down there.
“Is Rylee joining us?” I asked.
“No.” Jake seemingly enjoyed my discomfort.
To make a show of it, he got up from his chair and approached Amelia. “Stand straight,” he snapped.
Amelia responded with an obvious arousal, her nipples pert. A delicate shine to her pussy revealed how turned on she was.
Her master’s fingers played with the silver chain to pull her folds farther apart. Then his fingertip rested on her clit, slowly moving in a slow circle. Her jaw slackened and her breathing deepened.
A show of control—master and sub harmonious in the way they responded to one another.
Her body began trembling, nipples beaded as her arousal increased, wetting her thighs.
