Page 58 of Enthrall Climax

Delirious.

She was ethereal, exquisite in her grace and maddeningly sweet, with her flawless skin and curvaceous figure, the kindest spirit reflecting from her soulful eyes.

Right.

Think fast.

I threw down the whip.

Strolling away to hide my expression of confusion, I went for the tall mahogany framed full-length mirror and dragged it across the carpet so that it faced the bed.

“Time to reveal the meaning of the jewelry.”

She worked through that thought and nodded that she was ready.

“The benefit of keeping it on long enough for your master to see it on you is experiencing its significance.”

“Are you okay?” she whispered.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I’m ready for whatever you think I deserve.”

“Good.”

Her gaze slid toward the mirror. “What are you going to do?”

I quickly untied her. “Stand here.”

I sat on the end of the bed and pulled her down so she was sitting with her back to me on my lap. Her thighs hung over mine, her toes off the floor. This was the position I’d first taken her in back in my Beverly Hills home, and she’d surrendered then too, softening against me and giving me all the control, which had begun the spiral to having her become mine.

“Take me inside you,” I ordered.

She let out the softest sigh as she rose a little and positioned my tip to her vagina, then sank all the way down onto me. It felt so damn good and I centered myself so I could pull off this tantric method which would result in her pleasure only.

My needs, my desires, would be delayed because subconsciously she had to see this was all about her.

This is what my lover deserved—not pain but a blinding pleasure that would endure well into the evening, and at the same time allow me to trance out providing the time to process. Pain had always been my thing and yet this epiphany rocked my world—all my emotional pain was gone.

Mia was my remedy.

And I was hers.

Looking at our reflection, I admired the way her pussy shimmered and the beauty of me being buried deep inside her; her wetness glistening to enhance the erotic display. Fulfilling this ancient ritual was imperative if I was going to get her into a deep trance.

“Slow your breathing.” I reached around her and, using the mirror to guide my hands, I unhooked one of the chains that was clipped to her labia and proceeded to wrap it around the base of my cock. Then I re-clipped the fine diamond studded chain back to her labia. I did the same with the other diamond links, appreciating the dexterity of having bound us together with an erotic knot. She wasn’t going anywhere.

We were enslaved by each other.

“This is not so much a fucking as it is a binding ceremony.”

Her muscles clenched around my shaft; though it was challenging to know whether it was trepidation or exultation.

She held my stare in the mirror. “I like it.”

She’d prefer this to the sting of a whip. Pure ecstasy would help Mia expose her truth.

I gave a nod. “We will remain like this until the optimal goal is achieved.”