Page 211 of Enthrall Shadows
I’d noticed one on Richard’s lapel, too.
He didn’t say it, but the insignia of a curling “C” made me guess it represented Chrysalis’ VIPs.
We strolled left down a long hallway.
There were about twenty alcoves lining the way, handcuffs dangling in each one. I imagined these would soon be used by submissives placed on display.
The night was still young.
We entered a ballroom where the music was loud and a half-naked DJ danced behind his turntables in the corner, playing the kind of music you could fuck to.
When I glanced back, I could see we’d come in through a side entrance, the door camouflaged into the wall so that when it was closed it blended perfectly.
Even though I remained masked, Shay was giving me the grand tour with his usual brand of discretion.
I appreciated it.
And I was grateful for the masquerade mask hiding my expression when I scanned the room, seeing a few hundred or so VIPs in black tuxedos. Beside them, there were men and women dressed as submissives. Some were in disguise, like us, and others strolled around confidently showing off their beautiful faces.
In the left corner, one of the Doms had pulled his masquerade mask up and over his head, revealing his face, seemingly to get a better view of two submissives kneeling before him. They were both taking turns blowing him, their hungry mouths lapping his substantial cock, shiny and wet from their saliva.
It was the man who had visited Lotte’s home—Jake Carrington, the football player who they called de Sade. He had a VIP pin on his lapel.
A woman walked over to de Sade and I realized it was her.
Lotte.
I couldn’t see her face because of her masquerade mask that had feathers rising out of the headdress. But I recognized her flowing blonde wig, the one she’d worn the first time I’d met her. She leaned affectionately against de Sade’s arm. He gripped her bare butt cheek, fingers digging into her flesh.
Desperately possessive.
With the fingers of his other hand, he stroked her Rolex while saying something to her I couldn’t hear.
I was just too far away and the music was too loud.
She wasn’t expecting me, so her flirting with another guest shouldn’t surprise me. This was her world.
Shay had confirmed back in the hallway the level of kink they enjoyed here. Why would Lotte be any different? She was a beautiful, modern woman confident with her own sexuality.
Everyone here would worship a woman like that.
I started to turn away and Shay tapped my arm. “Let’s do shots.”
I couldn’t look back at de Sade and that decadent act, couldn’t watch my hopes and dreams fade after I’d nurtured them like they might save me.
Here, now, Lotte had proven she was lost to me.
“Tequila?” Shay raised his voice above the music.
My throat felt too tight to answer.
He seemed to conjure up two shots out of the air and handed me one. “We’re toasting your first time here.”
“I’ve been here before,” I said gruffly.
“Not like this you haven’t.” He lifted his mask and threw back his drink.
I did the same with mine.
