Page 13 of Enthrall Climax

A flood of pleasure surged through me, my skin tingling with aliveness, my nipples beading with anticipation and my clit throbbing in readiness. All I had to do was prepare for a greater level of pain. Was I capable of enduring the harshest of punishments? True subjugation? He’d secured me in a cage before now so I tried to comprehend how much more depraved this could get.

“What kind of things?” The words rushed from me.

“In what respect?”

“Dark by Chrysalis’s standards and not Hillenbrand?”

Cameron looked thoughtful “Very often it’s the thrill garnered from a scenario.”

“So it’s not just more pain?”

“It’s about bringing your erotic fantasies to life.” He reached out and curled a finger over my neckline, pulling me toward him and leaning in close, ready to kiss.

A tease I knew so well…

My insides liquefied as he towered over me with a fierce command. All I had to do was tip my chin up and his lips would be devouring mine.

My fantasies brought to life…

A sigh escaped my lips.

The doors slid open.

Cameron pulled back and smiled at his teasing refusal to kiss me. He knew he’d set me alight with passion and left me quivering with need. My solar plexus tingled with the thrill of the unknown.

He took my right hand and interlocked his fingers with mine as we stepped out into a hallway and headed down the dimly lit space. We passed door after door and they all looked the same. It would be easy to get lost.

“You’ve yet to reveal your fantasies, Mia.” He glanced at me.

My cheeks flushed as my thoughts skimmed over the erotic imaginings I’d never shared with anyone—they were too raunchy to be brought out into the light, too decadent to be told. He was enough. He’d always be enough and fantasies were just that, a private reverie.

Cameron arched a brow. “That one’s quite common.”

My hand slapped to my mouth in embarrassment.

He leaned close to my ear. “How wet are you right now?”

I shuddered against him.

“Mia, I can read your thoughts. It’s a rare privilege.” He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip seductively.

My blushing face felt like it was on fire.

He winked. “We’re here.”

In a daze, I turned to face the door and a ripple of confusion ran through me when I read the sign: Marcella’s Boutique Fashion House.

This wouldn’t be the first time our society had used a front to camouflage the adventures within. The secret club Pendulum back in L.A. where masters and subs were left to their own devices was fronted by a fancy Italian light store. Or so I’d been told. I’d never been in there.

My gaze fell back on Cameron. “What is this?”

He slid the key into the lock, turned it, and led me inside. The white walls were covered in striking photographs of fashion models wearing a colorful array of glamorous designer dresses of every style. In the corner, mannequins were drenched in blue, red, and gold satin gowns, the material flowing off them and pooling at their base.

As we walked through into a more expansive area there were sketches strewn on a white central table…

Realization made me spin around. “Cameron?”

“What do you think?”