Page 123 of Enthrall Climax

The shadows fell away from Chastain’s face. “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Fuck you.”

He was carrying an iPad. “Time to see your fate if you mess up again.”

Dread shot up my spine as I watch him move closer.

No, I don’t want to see it.

I didn’t want to watch what they did to that girl’s hand.

Tears streamed down my cheeks.

He sat beside me on the bed and it dipped beneath his weight. His finger swiped over the screen. The scent of his expensive cologne wafted over me. I feared I’d never get the smell of it out of my head.

Chastain held the iPad in front of my face. I stared at the image of a dungeon, recognizing the woman who sat on the end of a bed. She didn’t look afraid, but she did look wary. The camera pulled out to reveal five men standing before her.

“Galina?” I whispered.

“So it is,” Chastain said darkly.

“She showed me her tattoo.” It was easier to look at him than the screen.

“You’re about to see how she earned it.”

My gaze was on Galina and his was on mine as I watched the recording.

Galina pushed herself up and the men moved toward her, helping her undress. My hand slapped to my mouth when I realized…

She sank to her knees and the scene unfolded like an erotic painting that had stirred to life, a visceral vision of a dominatrix being outnumbered. Her fate was set as she accepted their cocks offered one by one, suckling and pleasuring the men as a prelude to what was about to unfold…a fusion of alpha power and a vixen’s submission.

“Why doesn’t she try to run?” I whispered.

“She chose them.” His eyes crinkled into a smile. “Am I not merciful?”

“I won’t try to escape again.”

“Eyes on the screen, Mia.”

THE TREE-LINED LANE OPENED UPto reveal a white gothic hilltop chateau. Within minutes our car was idling before a massive wooden gate. When it opened, we drove through and I noticed the walls surrounding us. The place was like a fortress.

We left the car and entered through the unlocked door. We were being watched from somewhere, I knew, with a suffocating focus that carried a threat. A valet unloaded our suitcases and carried them up the staircase.

I took in the country décor and breathed in the scent of male domination. My gaze snapped to three naked female submissives who hurried through the foyer. Mia wasn’t one of them. They followed their master, who walked several steps ahead of them. When he turned and berated one of them for lagging behind, I knew we’d arrived at the correct destination.

We were greeted by a young, smiling male submissive, wearing leather pants and a tight leather collar. He escorted us in an easterly direction. We ended up in a swanky office that smelled of lemon furniture polish. The décor was all antique pieces with a gothic flair.

We were instructed to wait.

Noting the subject matter of the books scattered along the shelves, whoever this room belonged to loved to travel. I suspected it was Chastain, since many of the volumes were about Africa. Resting on the seat of a leather chair was a paddle and a discarded ball gag. The thought that either of these had been used on Mia caused my back to stiffen.

My adrenaline scorched my veins. As the jetlag lifted, it would give me the strength to search every room. I’d tear this place apart until I found her.

“Do you think there’ll be another test?” Shay whispered.

There came a knock on the door.

The master of the house had again sent in one of his finest to welcome us—this time in the guise of a handsome twenty-something male with designer stubble. The tailored suit he wore fit his physique well, but something in the way he walked revealed he preferred more casual clothes.