Page 270 of Chandelier Sin
Eve appeared unfazed. “Everyone from the sixth floor will come to watch the great Atticus Sinclair dominate the High Chancellor’s widow. While we’re putting on a show, Rylee will lead them out to the waiting buses.”
Rylee hadn’t mentioned this back at the bar. I resisted rolling my eyes at her conniving.
“I’m not hosting another session with you, Eve.” I tried to convey my concern for her dignity.
“You did it before in the dungeon. This time it’s on my terms.”
“There has to be another way.”
She turned to face me, reaching for my hands. “I’m doing this for me. This is me taking my power back. This is about my control.”
Even though I knew the risks, my cock ached for her. My body and soul had long ago been captured by this woman.
“Will you do this?” She pulled on her masquerade mask. “For me?”
I pulled on mine. “If this is what you want, I’ll be that man.” I smirked. “I won’t go easy on you, though. You’ll be given full blown orgasms. Can you handle that?”
She stared up at me. “Can you?”
“Is this a challenge?”
“This is afuck youto all those here who controlled me.”
“Hand over all power. Sounds like a plan.”
“You don’t get it. It’s in the control of our bodies that we regain our dignity.”
I brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’d rather be doing this at Chrysalis.”
“Then we will one day.”
“Let’s go be the ultimate distraction,” I said. “It’s showtime.”
“Promise you won’t go easy on me.” She flashed me a wary look. “They can’t know we’re more.”
I nodded, then took her hand and led her into the ballroom. She walked beside me with a chic display of submissive excitement, nipples pert through the red dress, her arousal obvious.
She was the Queen in this place, and I was about to instigate her worship.
We walked onto the set stage.
First, I assisted her out of her dress and then handed it over toa submissive who placed the gown on the back of a chair with the reverence that high couture deserved. It was also the small details, not just the more impressive acts, that mattered in the way the session was creatively presented.
Eve stood in silence, stripped down to her thong and braless, nipples erect.
The assistant submissive prepared the toys and whips on a silver tray. I instructed the sub to stand close to the stage so she could offer me each one as needed during our performance.
Next, I helped Eve out of her panties.
Her nakedness was a remarkable embodiment of timeless beauty, her obedient posture, each curve and contour, honored the dynamic between us.
Eve Roper held an enduring allure.
No one could take their eyes off her.
How many times had I hosted a session for an audience at Chrysalis? Honestly, I’d lost count. Yet this one seemed different—even from the session we’d shared in the dungeon before Aemon and his dark cronies.
This was us creating a connection on our own terms.
