Page 217 of Chandelier Sin
And fake sacrifice.
“Tell me that isn’t real?” I whispered to Eve.
“Just for show,” she reassured me in a whisper.
We’d entered an exotic chamber showcasing exquisitely dressed submissives. A few were draped over furniture along the outer edges, several were secured to St. Andrew’s Crosses. Along the far wall, many were kneeling low with their butts up in the air for show, with the submissives holding their cheeks apart as an invitation.
Masked Doms lorded over the submissives, all wearing tailored tuxedos, their whips raised and ready to strike anyone they deemed unruly.
Gently, I lifted Stella up and eased her toward a table, so she was positioned face down. I didn’t want her to see any more than she already had.
Stepping away from her, I turned toward the door we’d entered and saw it close. I glanced at Eve again, mouthing to her, “What is this?”
“These subs are all highly trained,” she reassured me. “None of them are here against their will.”
“You sure about that?” I whispered.
“Yes,” she bit out in anger, knowing I was questioning her integrity.
It hit hard for both of us, but then again, there was too much at stake to get that wrong.
Refocusing on Stella, I made her lean farther over the desk. “Like this.”
Stella started to speak as I positioned myself behind her. “Remain silent for the entire time.”
There was so much more I wanted to say, but we’d already drawn the attention of several Doms. This was Eve’s world, and she knew what was expected.
My throat tightened. I knew what she was asking of me, andfor the first time, fucking a sub in public hit me differently. Doing anything with Jake’s girl, in front of my lover, was going to be a challenging act.
And for the first time, my cock agreed with that sentiment. Getting hard was an issue.
Eve rested her hand on my back and leaned toward Stella. “Don’t look him in the eyes.”
I knew she meant Roper.
“Who?” asked Stella.
“Shush,” I warned.
Though from what I could tell, Stella had spaced out.
I shook my head, letting Eve know I couldn’t go through with it.
“They’re watching,” she warned.
I eased Stella’s thong aside and ran my hand over her sex, and even as I tried to caress her intimately, I felt the burning stare of every Dom in the room.
Just as swiftly as their attention had fallen on us, it then slipped away.
Classical music burst into the air like an uninvited guest.
The dramatic music was a backdrop to our exotic show as the lights changed to a deep red, casting a shadow over everyone.
The submissives around us moved with a brilliantly timed synchronicity, stirring up the aroma of colognes and perfumes, mixed with the richer scents of sex and secrets, as endless desires rose from every dark corner.
Movement caught my eye—a stranger stalked toward us, robed and masked and determined to reach us, a flicker of rebellion in his eyes.
And a spark of untamed rage.
