Page 213 of Enthrall Shadows
It was a sexual fantasy most would fall over themselves to experience. For us, it was about ensuring our subs were primed to head out into the party, ready to deliver intense pleasure to our guests.
Though our submissives’ pleasure always came first.
That rule was sacrosanct.
Maybe my destiny had settled in stone, and I’d carry this tradition over to Pendulum.
I pushed that decision away.
Right now, this wasn’t about me. It was about them.
Andforthem—giving my submissives the most wonderful experience they could imagine.
You could see it—their hunger for the extreme, their need for endless orgasms.
Every woman deserved this level of bliss.
Last time I’d run this ritual, I’d had several submissives fall to their knees and work their way along the line of young women. As they’d crawled along, they’d performed cunnilingus to each of their equals, lingering before those shaking thighs as they licked and teased the prettiest pussies.
It ensured that these exquisite submissives were highly aroused when they entered the grand ballroom.
When they joined the party, it truly began.
It was like winding up a perfect sensual doll and watching it play. The scenes that followed would be intensely spellbinding.
Sights and sounds to behold.
All dancing their way beneath the glistening lights of those low hanging chandeliers.
This time, I didn’t incite an erotic show.
Henry wouldn’t like the idea of me partaking in this kind of kink anymore. While there might still be a chance for us, I had to trust my intuition.
I could still watch over them, so that’s what I did. I strolled up and down making sure they all knew their part.
Making sure they were ready for Chrysalis.
Two shots in and it was easy to ignore my tequila-scorched mouth.
I’d missed the sexual chemistry between de Sade and Lotte when I’d visited her home in Encino.
Like an idiot.
A thousand jealous thoughts raged against this reality.
Then I remembered, he’d dated Shay for a while there, and then left him to return to his ex-wife. I hated the idea of him hurting Shay.
Going over there and punching the bastard wasn’t an option. I’d never been into violence off the battlefield. And doing that would humiliate Lotte. Shay and Richard would have me on a rocket and jettisoned out to space before the night ended.
Shay grabbed my arm. “Don’t throw daggers.”
I’d exposed my feelings.Can’t do this.
“That’s not Lotte,” he said, realizing the reason for my anger. “That’s de Sade’s wife.”
“The woman beside him?”
“Ex-wife.” He shuddered at that.
