Page 29 of Enraptured

CHRISTOS

“ARE YOU ALONE?” The sub asks, kneeling at my crossed feet.

“I’m waiting for someone.” I look over her shoulder at the red velvet door to the secret club tucked away; a stone’s throw from London Bridge.

She pouts, then crawls across the floor to the next unaccompanied DOM.

I’ve been in London for two weeks. So much work piled up when I was in Italy and Greece that needs attending to before I disappear from the world again, hiding away with my pet. I’m using the work as a test to see if keeping my mind sharp in patterns of numbers and the black and white reports can stop my craving for her.

“Christos!” Alex greets me with Helena’s hand pressed tight in his. She looks different. She’s wearing a black leather pantsuit with bright red lipstick. But I do a double take as Alex comes closer. There’s a strip of black leather around his neck with a metal hook.

“What the fuck? Is that a sub collar?”

“It is,” he replies, then leans in closer. “I bloody like it. Helena’s a Dominatrix. The shit that woman does to me…let’s just say my punishment for my summer long bachelor party still makes it hard for me to take a proper shit.”

“Theos, Alex. Enough…”

“What the fuck, Christos? Since when is anything too much for you?”

“Do you want in on our scene tonight?” Helena asks in Greek. I shrug sipping my drink. The smell of sex and pussy floats by us as a door to a private room opens and a group leaves.

“No. But I’ll watch.” They both grin as I follow them upstairs to the main playroom. A woman is tied to a bed, all four limbs spread like an eagle. Her lips are open, winking, as a diamond gleams from her cunt under the light.

Alex catches me staring. “I got one too. She made me pierce my fucking cock. I passed out. But fuck—if I don’t come like a freight train now.”

I process his words, shuddering. No one with a needle was getting near my cock. It’s the only part of me that makes me feel human. But picturing Jessie with the glint of a diamond shining from her clit is making me rock hard.

Helena approached the woman first, tonguing her body, suckling her breasts. “She’s Bi. Just like me. We’re bloody perfect together. We often have foursomes, fucking each other after we fuck a person of our choice. I only wish I married her sooner.” Alex confides before unbuckling his belt and shoving his cock deep in the woman’s throat. I wait for a few minutes then place my unfinished drink down and walk out.

The cold, autumn rain smacks my face. But I don’t care. I can’t feel a thing. Not even the club parties that always made me feel high did anything for me tonight.

She changed me.

Somehow in the short months this past summer, she fundamentally changed me. If anything, she has more power now. My body only wants hers. She makes me feel human. Sex with anyone else won’t work anymore.

Watching Helena and Alex didn’t do a damn thing. Nor did any of the finest subs I’d ever seen in there tonight. Their bodies were tight, had pussy’s as sweet as juicy plums— but I didn’t want to stick my dick in any of them.

My sassy American with the gap in her teeth and will of iron is who I want. I don’t want a submissive anymore. But I do want Jessie to break and admit she’s mine. I sit on a bench under an overhang, watching the lights from the city streak across the water. I might not feel love, pain, or rage but I remember feeling it. What the fuck am I doing here? As soon as the deal I’m working on closes at the end of the week, I’m driving back out to the country and reclaiming her.

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