Page 89 of Cameron's Contract

The crowd mingled and the erotic tension rose. These stunning men and women would soon be immersed in everything from edge play, bondage, and public displays of affection that went beyond the ordinary.

I really was going to miss it.

“The Harrington Suite was always destined to be for the three of us,” he said softly.

“I know.”

“You haven’t been in there since you caught Zie…”

He was kind enough not to say the word orgy.

“Actually, I gave Mia a peek during her first tour,” I said.

“Interesting.”

“Mia wants this.”

He patted my back. “It may well be her last chance. Next thing you’ll be running for office.”

“Hardly. My hands are going to be full.”

Richard fiddled with his cufflink. “Shay’s taking the night off.”

“Yes.”

“Will he be in there?” he said. “Watching you?”

“No.”

Shay had selected a small crowd of doms and their subs to be present. Nothing too intimidating. Men and women who I had profiled and worked with over the years. My trust in their loyalty was solidified, and in their ability to know what was expected from them during a session when it was a sub’s first time on show.

“This session with her,” I said. “Now that it’s here…”

“The art of the performance,” said Richard softly. “Proving just how sacred sex really is.”

“I don’t want you in there, Richard.”

“I’m actually planning on a threesome.”

My gaze snapped to his. “Shay and Arianna?”

“You’re my inspiration.”

“Let Shay win sometimes.”

“I’ll take it under consideration.” He nodded toward the foyer. “Here’s your girl.”

Blinking into the darkened foyer, I spotted that iron cage being wheeled through, my submissive locked inside and stunningly bound in fine gold chains over her naked body. Her face was masked and her eyes scanned the crowd. Perhaps looking for me.

I patted Richard’s shoulder.

And then re-secured my mask.

Pushing myself to my feet and descending the stairs, I took my time to savor this ritual of initiating a new submissive.

The entourage of ten doms, all wearing tuxes and masks, led the way into the vast ballroom that was the Harrington Suite.

The cage was lifted up and placed on a low table in the center. There was a womblike feel in here, with the drapes drawn and the deep red lighting flooding down from the long line of chandeliers.