Page 217 of Enthrall Shadows
I liked it.
His intense gaze through that mask bore into me with an equal measure of control and obsession.
I’d started off as a submissive before that slow glide upward through the ranks had earned me dominatrix status. Here, at Chrysalis, they respected and honored me.
No other man would dare do what Henry was doing.
And yet.
His domination sent me reeling. Like he’d turned back time and I’d become that young submissive again.
Owned.
Possessed.
Willing.
Arousal from his show of power made me wet, a throb of pleasure hitting my clit. My breasts swelled and my nipples became erect as I wished for this to go on and on and on.
I wanted to play out this fantasy.
He looked dashingly distinguished in his tailored tuxedo with silk lapels and his dapper black bowtie.
Finally, he let go.
I caressed my throat, maintaining decorum.
“Take off your thong,” he said fiercely.
“No.”
I could see that made him curious.
Henry shrugged. “Displease me again and see what happens.”
“You don’t belong here,” I whispered.
“Maybe I do.”
“You don’t mean that.” I tried to read him.
“Show me around.”
I refused with a subtle shake of my head. I wanted to protect him from seeing anything he might find too shocking.
His actions shouldn’t have come as a surprise. He was trying to find a way to understand my profession—he was trying to understand this world.
Understand me.
This was more than erotic curiosity. He’d come down off his mighty throne to observe us.
He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a small object.
My jaw slackened in shock as I watched him pin it to his lapel—a VIP pin that would grant him access anywhere within these hallowed walls.
“Where did you get that?” Richard or Shay wouldn’t have handed it to him.
He brushed his fingertips over the pin, that movement reminding me how nimble his hands were when they brushed over me.
