Page 117 of Enthrall Climax

He reached for her hand and lifted her up to face him. “What a beautiful whore.”

“Are you a whore, Annalisa?” I purred the question.

She nodded again, her gaze reflecting an insatiable need.

“Present yourself to us at the house.” I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. “When we actually get there.” I flashed a warning look at Delma. “Are we done?”

“The car will take your friend to the house. However, if you want to join him—” Her cold stare slid over to Annalisa.

I closed the gap between myself and Delma and grabbed her by the back of the neck, guiding her firmly to Annalisa. A smile formed on Delma’s lips at my flash of anger, or pride, maybe? A dark amusement? In any other place I’d be hailed a monster and thrown out, banned even, and yet here this behavior was celebrated.

“I like to watch,” I bit out. “So let me.”

Excitement flashed over Delma’s face. I shoved her all the way into Annalisa’s pussy and held her there until she was lapping at the beauty’s cunt, expertly flicking her clit with her tongue. She was so absorbed in her submissive’s sex, it proved to me this activity was familiar, something desired between them. Annalisa’s moans and the way she grabbed her mistress’s hair to hold her there confirmed she wanted this.

Shay walked up behind Delma, who was still bent over and feasting, and he hoisted her skirt over her hips revealing her stocking tops. He slid aside Delma’s panties and began finger-fucking her. She ground against his hand, moans filling the air.

I watched the lustful scene unfolding, cursing our delay.

Delma broke away and tugged down her skirt, her lips shiny and wet.

“Was that nice?” I asked darkly.

Her tongue ran along her lower lip. “Satisfactory for our needs today.”

Shay gave a nod. “We approve.”

“Gentlemen, your car awaits.” That soft blush on Delma’s neck was yet to dissipate.

She gave Annalisa a nod of permission. The submissive slid off the table and strolled out with the same grace she’d exhibited upon entering.

We left Delma and exited the farmhouse, remembering to bring along our luggage. I didn’t make eye contact with Shay until we were once again ensconced in the back of the Alpha Romeo.

When Mia was in my arms again, I’d refuse to let her go. My possessiveness before would pale to how I’d protect her now.

Shay uncorked a bottle of Veuve Clicquot and then poured the champagne into two crystal flutes. We were two rich American rogues with money to burn, on the hunt for the kind of adventures only a place like Hillenbrand could provide. We clinked glasses and faked a toast that we’d made it.

We were heading in.

None of this fazed Shay. In fact, he was in his element. I wondered if he had any real idea of what he was stepping into.

“How much do you think that Krug Clos du Mesnil cost?” he muttered.

“I’m sure it won’t go to waste.”

“After experiencing you,” he countered. “They’ll need a drink.”

I turned my attention to the passing scenery. I had a very strong feeling that Chastain knew we were here.

CHORAL MUSIC POURED OUT OFhidden speakers from somewhere in the kitchen.

Sitting on the floor next to Lucas’s chair, I glanced up at him wearily. He’d taken his position at the head of the long wooden table and was lording over the men who were enjoying a meal together. Occasionally, Chastain reached out and petted me.

I resisted the urge to bite his hand. He was lying. Danton and Cameron had never been like that. He was a cruel man running a cruel place.

I was ravenous. Yet at the same time this nausea wouldn’t ease. Chastain’s threat against Cameron had sent me reeling. I wanted to curl up in a ball and hide my face, shamed by this humiliation. The rising rage inside me felt like dynamite ready to ignite.

I knew many submissives enjoyed this kind of thing…craved it even. They yearned for an erotic degradation—and from what I’d seen Hillenbrand was for the highly trained. I wasn’t ready for this.