Page 111 of Chandelier Enthralled
“This is very personal.”
“Want me to change the subject?”
“No.”
“Good, because exploring your needs will see them satisfied.”
“It’s hard to ask for something when you don’t know what it is you want.”
“Your need to see more of what went on in that chamber, to keep watching, you’re clearly drawn to our scene.”
No,I was there for work.
But I’d failed to get any evidence that would act as proof other than what I’d witnessed. Even that carried huge implications, but without something substantial to show, writing an article would be challenging. He still had my camera on him.
“Go on, say it.” Greyson took a sharp turn off the freeway.
“What are you expecting me to say?” A jolt of uneasiness slithered up my spine and somehow made its way into my chest, pressing my feelings into an uncomfortable mess.
“You have questions about tonight?”
Anyone would, especially after what I’d witnessed in that great hall—the stark sexuality, the drama, the orgy that had unraveled into something that was exquisite and yet obscene.
“Do you take part?” I asked.
“In the scene?”
I turned in my seat to look at him as he answered.
“I like to watch.” He smirked. “And clearly so do you. We have that one thing in common.”
“One thing?”
“You want to see what is not there,” he said, sadness in his tone.
“I only search out the truth.”
“Any kink you want to share?”
“That’s another personal question.”
“Willa,” he said, glancing at me. “Your brother isn’t the only one who reads micro expressions. I saw your face when you were watching.”
“How do you know?”
“If you are a submissive or a dominatrix?”
My fingernails dug into my palms, as though exploring this subject made me uneasy.
“Well, you could also be a switch.”
“Where you like both?”
“Yes.”
“Are you?”
“No.” He shook his head. “I’m in control. I orchestrate the fucking. When and where and how.”
