Page 164 of Chandelier Enthralled
“Yes, please, sir.”
“Down!”
Kneeling before him again, I reached for his zipper and pulled him out, running my hands over his impressive shaft, and taking him into my mouth.
Opening wide, I immediately was hit with the perfect combination of smooth and iron-hard texture. I dragged my tongue down one side and then suckled his tip, satisfied to hear him let out a deep groan.
It was impossible not to need his cock tobe mine, finding comfort in having him inside my mouth. It was almost magical, like I’d discovered something rare, a piece of him that felt sacred. Running my fingers along his shaft, I admired his enormity while staring up into his eyes, seeing admirationand lust all morphing into one as I sucked on the tip of his shaft.
“More later,” he teased, pulling away from me and tucking himself away.
I felt petulant, as though he had taken away something I craved with my entire being.
He gestured toward the door. “Walk with me.”
It was the way he commanded me that made me lightheaded.
I rose to my feet, and we walked together down the stairs. Around a corner we came to another short set of stairs that led to what I assumed was a basement. When we got to the bottom of the steps, there was another room—the same one I had shown interest in previously when I’d found the door locked. I had refrained from asking him about it.
“Welcome to the Obsidian Suite.”
I swallowed hard, trying to fathom what came next…
He punched a code into the keypad by the side of the door.
It opened, revealing darkness.
Stepping inside the room, I tried to make sense of what I saw in the dimness.
It was clearly a room for kinky sex, but many of the items were covered in silk sheets, as though they hadn’t been used.
Greyson acknowledged my confusion. “Atticus and Jake designed this for me.”
He turned on the light.
This secret setting was the essence of glamour. This sanctuary, bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, was seemingly a refuge for submissives.
Greyson began dragging the silken sheets off each piece, and I helped him. A St. Andrew’s Cross was revealed, along with a large bed with the softest sheets, and an assortment of other contraptions. Shelves on the walls offered up a collection of fine tools of pleasure.
“Everything you might need,” I mused.
“Pretty much.”
He worked on choosing music for our session. Massive Attack blasted through the speakers.
We were being submerged in a hauntingly smooth, atmospheric world that was both familiar and completely new.
Everything about this chamber was mesmerizing.
Each corner was a testament to luxury, from the plush velvet seating to the ornate couch. Some items were covered with burnished rose gold to reveal they must have shipped in the finest fetish furniture.
Whatever I had expected before stripping off, it wasn’t this, because once inside this chamber, I knew I had offered myself up to be played with in here—with all of this as a sensual backdrop.
Dear God.
“A slice of heaven,” I said, arching a brow.
“Or hell, depending on the way you look at it.”
