Page 129 of Enthrall Climax

To prove Cameron was indeed a master of the dark arts, he ordered each woman to take a turn riding Shay. They circulated obediently as the other knelt before them and performed cunnilingus to the one riding Shay. Each taking turns, rotating until Shay was dripping in sweat and begging for release.

Cameron sat down once more to watch the vision unfold as the women found their rhythm and continued to share.

Shay begged Cameron with his eyes as a submissive writhed and squirmed with his cock buried deep inside her, bouncing and squealing her joy as the woman between her thighs ravaged her clit, bringing her friend over in a fit of screams.

Cameron rose and moved near them.

He leaned past the girl riding Shay, grabbing either side of his face with what looked like an ironclad hold.

Shay licked his mouth. “I’m gonna pass out.”

“You may come.” Cameron held his stare. “Look at me when you do.”

Shay surrendered, jerking his seed into the woman riding him, his jaw slack, finally yielding after enduring what seemed like an eternity of ecstasy. The session ended, leaving heat-soaked bodies and spent submissives who tumbled onto the bed behind them.

Shay sat on the edge, a panting, trembling mess, his torso glistening, a look of adoration on his face for the one who’d orchestrated the play.

“Out.” The submissives were ordered to leave by Cameron.

They slid off the bed and with big smiles hurried toward the exit. Somehow, some way, Cameron had managed to leave everyone sated without touching them intimately.

He glared at Shay. “There’s your session.”

A look of confusion flashed over Shay’s face. Cameron saw it and reached up to run his hand through his friend’s hair, ruffling it with affection to bring him down, perhaps as a prelude to the aftercare.

His captive was freed from his chains and allowed to climb onto the bed behind him. As he rolled onto his side, Cameron covered him with a fur throw.

Then he sat beside him, watching and waiting, perhaps for any sign he might need something more.

Cole finally rose from the bed and walked over to face the glass window; his chest glistening with perspiration, his breathing measured, his dark glare staring through with a deadly precision that both terrified and exhilarated me. I became aware of the dampness between my thighs; I was aroused.

My passion for Cameron was as fierce as ever. After all, this had been the kind of play that had excited me when I’d had a glimpse behind the veil at Chrysalis.

And then I realized…

Cameron was staring at his own reflection in the glass, his face taut with confusion.

ISTUDIED MY REFLECTION ANDrealized that I no longer knew the man staring back.

The gentleman who had once desired his sex with a grand measure of dark was gone. The master who had taken pleasure in ruling a room and owning each crescendo, reveling in every moment, every strike, every flash of pain, every rise.

All I want now is Mia.

Guilt seeped out of my pores over this delay.

I snapped my gaze to Shay, asleep on the bed. I knew all too well how easy it would be to fall prey to this sort of dangerous erotic spell.

I hoped I’d healed him…even here.

Making my way to the door, I tried the knob, hoping to do what I’d come here for and locate Mia. I wasn’t surprised to find that someone had locked us in right after the subs had left. Dreadful thoughts of what might be happening to Mia were almost more than I could bear. I forced myself to sit in the corner, watching Shay sleep.

It wasn’t much longer before they came for us.

We were escorted to our rooms and told that after we freshened up and changed into our tuxedos, we’d be invited to tour the house. No room, no dungeon, no area was inaccessible to us now and no pleasures would be denied. Should we see a submissive we liked, she would be ours in any way we wanted and for as long as we pleased.

We entered the kitchen and shared a look of relief when the waiters left carrying trays of food with them. Shay rummaged around in the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water, handing me one. I watched him shove hors d’oeuvres into his face, which he’d lifted from a tray. I refused to eat until Mia was back in my arms, but I gulped the water.

“Wanna talk about it?” I asked, moving closer to him. “I need to know you’re okay before we step out there.”