Page 113 of Chandelier Enthralled
“For your submissive?”
“Yes, Willa, for the brief period you obeyed, I made you climax. There’s a series of events that follow.”
My jaw almost hit the ground.
It was the way he spoke those words with such casual abandonment.
I had come on command—a trait belonging to a woman who deemed herself a devotee. However, it wouldn’t have taken much.
He rested his palm against my spine, sending a shudder through me as he led
me towards his vast home.
I needed to be his, and I was craving what he’d exposed me to back at Pendulum. What followed promised to be everything.
He was everything.
My heart pined for more intimacy with him.
The exterior of his mansion exudedold Hollywood glamour with a weathered charm, blending Spanish Revival and a detailed art Deco style. The home was nothing like the architectural marvel I expected from him, but more like a monument to a bygone era.
As we stood at the front door, preparing to enter his domain, I realized that everything I thought I knew about this man was wrong.
Iwanted to bathe her myself, follow through on my promise to provide aftercare, but as I was preparing her bath, I knew seeing her naked would be the end of my willpower, because I wanted her beyond reason.
After I prepared the bathroom, I left her alone in there.
Within that pristine space made of marble and glass, I had given Willa a towel and invited her to use whatever products she liked.
I sat on the stairs listening out for her call in case she needed me.
Seeing her naked, her nipples peeking through the soapy bubbles, would have been my undoing.
Strange, to have Willa visit my sanctuary, a house where my happiest memories were anchored beside my deepest sorrows—I loved this place as much as I despised it.
Back at Pendulum, I had been driven wild watching Willa, her back to me, as she peered through the lens into the High Chamber. The way she arched her spine, both hands splayed on the wall, unwittingly showing off her thong, damp from her arousal.
My cock ached to be buried deep inside her then, as it did now. I ran my hands over my face to get a grip on my emotions.
But my memory kept dragging me back to that bliss. I’d admired her there, in the private room where submissives changed into whatever they wanted to be.
Had I witnessed Willa morphing into her authentic erotic self?
She’d been obsessed with what went on in the High Chamber. I replayed the sight of the curve of her figure, her long legs poised elegantly apart, ass cheeks seemingly begging for a slap or a caress or even the kiss of a whip. Making her play with herself, seeing her frenzied fingers on her clit as she followed my commands, was like an addiction I couldn’t cure.
But that would never happen again—and no one needed to know about it.
I’d gotten her out of Pendulum. That had been the mission.
She was here for me to debrief—I needed to make sure she understood the importance of never discussing what she’d seen. Scare tactics had no effect on her. Earning her trust and giving her the impression that we were allies would be my next approach—so I could protect her in the best way possible.
Still, it meant I’d broken a promise to Amelia. The one I’d made to heraftershe’d died. That I would never expose anyone to my lifestyle again.
Expose them tome.
I was a hazard to be around. My reputation, my life, my very existence was under threat and having a Cole near me would be a disaster for them.
Cameron himself had wanted to enter Pendulum to retrieve his sister, but Atticus and I had demanded it was best we go in after her.
