Page 149 of Chandelier Sin
The Dominatrices showed no fear or regret, merely continued serenely as they crawled steadily forward, biting down on the metal bits in their mouths, showing a level of obedience I’d never seen in them.
My gaze snapped to Aemon to see his reaction, and then to Jewel. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces as I watched their impressed expressions morph into quiet fury as they recognized him.
Atticus pulled on the reins of the Dominatrices to halt them, keeping some distance away from the dais.
He didn’t bother looking for me amongst the guests and focused on Aemon.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Atticus said. “Why have two?”
Aemon glared at him, his intrigue showing.
Atticus continued. “I’m the senior dominant. Merely making a point.” He tightened his hands around the chains and gave them a tug.
The Dominatrices settled on their knees, easily dominated just like he’d done with me inside of an hour. That was his superpower, he knew what to say and how to say it, emanating the kind of authority conjured up from another dimension.
Aemon pushed to his feet. “You are here without an invite.”
“You know what they say about rules.” Atticus gave a low bow.
“I do,” said Aemon wryly.
Atticus gave a nod. “Permission requested to be present amongst such an esteemed gathering.”
Saying anything on his behalf might make things worse. Yet remaining silent made me complicit in what they did to him.
What have you done?
Atticus gave the reins a flick. The Dominatrices trembled with arousal, their nipples beaded and their mouths slack.
“Finger-fuck yourselves,” he ordered sharply.
And they did, without hesitation—both reaching for themselves and pleasuring their pussies, swaying with the pleasure.
How had he persuaded them to do anything he ordered?
I knew what it was like to be on the other end of his sensual orders. Was that all I was to him, another woman to prove his influence?
What I’d felt from him was compassion and it had been as real as the air I breathed. And yet seeing him now, I hardly recognized him.
The fear I felt for him almost overwhelmed me. I’d never known anyone to survive trespassing, especially during a ceremony.
“Quite the entrance,” said Jewel.
“Heard you like variety.” Atticus dropped the reins and side-stepped the women.
“How did you get up here?” asked Jewel.
“I have my secrets, too.” Atticus widened his arms to make his point holding a devilish grin.
“This is unacceptable,” said Jewel.
Aemon raised his hand to silence her. “Entering this floor is by invitation only.”
“Technically, that’s flawed.”
“Really?” Aemon looked amused.
Atticus gave a knowing nod. “You might want your guests to step out.”
