“Zie begged me not too. She really did need to get over you. Her love for you was affecting us.”
“So you’re both hoping to start a family?”
“It’s on hold for now. I need more time.”
“She’s a manipulator. She used you to get to me.”
“How dare you.”
“You’re too far gone to see it.”
“You’re an arrogant ass sometimes.”
“I dated her, Laura. I know Zie very well. I know her M.O.”
“You’re wrong. She loves me.”
“So you’re meeting her for dinner?”
She gave a nod.
“Pass on a message to her from me.”
Her shrug told me she would.
“Tell Zie that if she every contacts me or my family again, which includes Mia, I’ll have a restraining order placed on her.”
“You’re an insensitive bastard, Cameron.”
“Really?”
“Yes, you are.”
“You can’t see it, Laura.”
“See what?”
“You made both me and Mia vulnerable. An intolerable mistake.”
“How?”
“Zie used her pussy to get to me. And you let her.”
“Actually, I seduced her.”
“Yes, I’m sure it seemed that way.”
She glared. “Zie and I are perfect together.”
“Good to hear. Now tell your pussy partner to get her kitty cat claws out of my back or I will personally declaw her. And it will be bloody.”
Silence creeped in and backed me up with its intensity.
Laura stared at me. “I’ll tell Zie to back off.”
“I appreciate that.”
“I’m sorry, Cameron. I should never have had that session. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Better,” I said. “Are you ready to run this place?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Cameron…forgive me.”
“She better not hurt you.”
“You still care about me after what I did?”
“I can handle Zie.” I scrunched up the receipt and threw it back in the trash. “The question is, can you?”
She looked stunned.
“I’ll always be here for you,” I reassured her. “Just remember she’s dangerous.”
“I love her.”
“Call me. Anytime. We can share war stories.”
CHAPTER 25
MASQUERADE MASKS WERE worn by everyone.
The vibrancy of a Chrysalis party was well underway, with our guests donning the usual attire. Even some of the women dared to wear half corsets, with their masters by their sides. Now and again the roles reversed, with women leading men on thin chains.
From up here on the top step of Chrysalis’s staircase, Richard and I both sat side by side, surveying the guests who continued to trickle in, and those who had mingled within the foyer before setting off to explore. There would be plenty for them to see tonight—everything from dungeon play, the spanking rooms, and even a private tour of the stables.
Richard and I too had worn our finest bespoke black tie suits, our masks secured, that usual anticipation rising…
The dramatic notes of a soprano singing Richard’s favorite opera, La Traviata by Giuseppe Verdi, carried from the great hall. How I loved this complex, brilliant man with a penchant for danger and the most forgiving heart of anyone I knew, other than Mia, of course.
With him by my side, I’d ruled this empire with a fierce control. The irony was not lost on me that the function of Chrysalis was to offer a safe and secure place in which complete surrender could be realized and freedom from selfhood guaranteed.
A sanctuary for the sexually elite.
Shay had increased the security and no one was getting in unless he personally sanctioned it.
Our attention was momentarily pulled to that passionate couple to the left of the stairs, their wild lovemaking against the wall having drawn a small audience.
The mood sent a crackling electricity through the air.
No one could throw a party like us. Even a few of our leather clad ponies had been set free for the evening and allowed to wander among the guests. Their tails were made out of real horsehair, and their erections stood as proud as the men who wore them. Some held hands, while others wove in and out of the crowd, making new friends and hugging old ones.
An hour ago I’d gathered my staff and delivered the news I was leaving. Most had taken it well. Though not Penny, Scarlet, or Lotte. They’d begged me to change my mind. This was not how things were meant to go.
We all knew that.
I’d created this safe haven for other likeminded members and the director leaving was unfathomable. Life had a funny way of changing plans right after you’d made them.
Chrysalis, an avant garde lifestyle I could no longer partake in.
I’d given my final order to Scarlet and Lotte—
“Prepare Mia.”
They’d led her away and right now she’d be immersed in a sensual pampering in the spa, and, afterward, binding her in fine chains using Shibari.
Richard patted my back. “We’ve had some fun times, haven’t we?”
“The best.”
“I’m going to miss you, Cam.”
“Come visit.”
“You bet.”
“You do realize what you pulled off for me, don’t you?”
“You keep reminding me.”
“You saved us.”
“Yeah, well you saved me. We’ll be waiting for you.”
Now, more than ever, I realized how much I needed tonight. Mia had foreseen that leaving here wouldn’t be easy.
“You know what impressed me the most?” said Richard.
I turned to face him.
“Even after you believed I’d purposely lost all your money you still didn’t hate me. That was enlightening.”
“Apparently lack of sleep doesn’t look good on me.”
He leaned against me for a second. “Losing your friendship would crush me.”
“Never going to happen, buddy.”
“Dominic’s not taking it well.”
“Look after him.”
“Of course.”
I reached into my pocket and withdrew the gold key, a symbol of all I held dear, and handed it to him.
A smile slid across his face. “Never thought the day would come.”
The crowd mingled and the erotic tension rose. These stunning men and women would soon be immersed in everything from edge play, bondage, and public displays of affection that went beyond the ordinary.
I really was going to miss it.
“The Harrington Suite was always destined to be for the three of us,” he said softly.
“I know.”
“You haven’t been in there since you caught Zie…”
He was kind enough not to say the word orgy.
“Actually, I gave Mia a peek during her first tour,” I said.
“Interesting.”
“Mia wants this.”
He patted my back. “It may well be her last chance. Next thing you’ll be running for office.”
“Hardly. My hands are going to be full.”
Richard fiddled with his cufflink. “Shay’s taking the night off.”
“Yes.”
“Will he be in there?” he said. “Watching you?”
“No.”
Shay had selected a small crowd of doms and their subs to be present. Nothing too intimidating. Men and women who I had profiled and worked with over the years. My trust in their loyalty was solidified, and in their ability to know what was expected from them during a session when it was a sub’s first time on show.
“This session with her,” I said. “Now that it’s here…”
“The art of the performance,” said Richard softly. “Proving just how sacred sex really is.”
“I don’t want you in there, Richard.”
“I’m actually planning
on a threesome.”
My gaze snapped to his. “Shay and Arianna?”
“You’re my inspiration.”
“Let Shay win sometimes.”
“I’ll take it under consideration.” He nodded toward the foyer. “Here’s your girl.”
Blinking into the darkened foyer, I spotted that iron cage being wheeled through, my submissive locked inside and stunningly bound in fine gold chains over her naked body. Her face was masked and her eyes scanned the crowd. Perhaps looking for me.
I patted Richard’s shoulder.
And then re-secured my mask.
Pushing myself to my feet and descending the stairs, I took my time to savor this ritual of initiating a new submissive.
The entourage of ten doms, all wearing tuxes and masks, led the way into the vast ballroom that was the Harrington Suite.
The cage was lifted up and placed on a low table in the center. There was a womblike feel in here, with the drapes drawn and the deep red lighting flooding down from the long line of chandeliers.
Although aware of the small crowd who took their place not that far away, my focus rested on Mia. Beneath these lights, she looked ethereal—a stunning vision of blonde locks and beautiful eyes hiding behind a mask.
I approached her. “Told you I’d get you in a cage.”
Her gaze flittered toward the others—all ten masters with their subs now sitting at their feet. All of them seasoned, quiet, and respectful.
Song of Sophia by Dead Can Dance oozed from hidden speakers, turning the heat up on this splendorous erotic tension.
Mia’s fingers tightened around the bars.
“Keep your eyes on me, Mia.”
To the left, a velvet drape hung over the table, and upon it was a selection of the toys I’d be using. That violet wand was ready to deliver high voltage sensations for sensual pain play, and that multi-speed wand was plugged in and ready. There were nipple clamps, and my favorite—labia chains to completely expose Mia and showcase the beauty of her sex.
We weren’t there yet.
I needed her tranced out, forgetting her surroundings, uncaring of voyeurs. The ultimate desired result was Mia so aroused she’d yearn to be watched coming.
And coming again. Wanting to share her profound experience.
The eyes peering through those masks revealed most of the masters had tranced out. The subs at their feet were equally aroused, their nipples hard buds of desire, and more than likely wishing they were the ones confined.
I gestured for Mia to turn around. “Let’s begin.”
She gave a nod as I took my time to ease the Shibari chains off her. They’d need to come off for this next part. I threw them onto the table with a clang.
Her butt cheeks pressed against the bars as I reached for the violet wand, brought it over, and caressed her left buttock. She flinched when I delivered a jolt. Working around her body, I lulled her, seeing the release of endorphins flooding her, indicated by her blue eyes sparkling and pupils dilating. Her bliss had heighted from the way she eased into the movement—this dance of bondage she fell into naturally.
I shrugged out of my jacket and threw it on the table. “Stand up.”
She did as I commanded.
Her vulnerability, her surrender, stirred my desire and made my cock ache for her. Reaching through and around her hips, I grabbed her butt, dug my fingernails in, and pulled her until her sex rested close between the bars.
Our eyes met. “Here’s your reward, kitten.”
Her head fell back. Locks tumbled as my mouth met her clit and suckled. The tip of my tongue strummed her.
When I broke away, Mia let out a protracted moan.
“What does the cage represent, Mia?”
“My complete surrender, Master.”
Rewarding her answer with delicate flicks of my tongue on her clit, I brought her closer again.
“And?” I asked.
“I’m willing to give up my freedom for you.” Her fingers intertwined in my hair, clutching my head against her.
I broke away and stared up at her.
Her expression shifted as her eyes darted toward our voyeurs.
A flitter of eyelids, a nervous flush on her chest. Doubt.
She wasn’t ready. Not really.
I was her master, her lover, and the man she trusted above all.
I didn’t want her to feel she’d not lived up to my expectations. I didn’t care if they were here or not. For me this scene had been played out so many times it had lost its potency.
A wave of my hand gave the order.
They were to leave now, give us the privacy Mia needed and I craved.
Besides, I preferred to have her all to myself.
I removed my mask and placed it on the table.
With them gone and the click of the door being locked, I looked back at her. “I’m going to do things to you that I don’t want them to witness.” It was a small lie, but I hoped a comforting one nonetheless.
“Oh?”
“I refuse to give away any of my secrets.” I reached out. “Mask.”
She pulled it off her face handed it to me. “What are you going to do to me?”
I needed to get her back into subspace.
“This.” I reached out and slipped two fingers along her sex and slid them into her. “Bounce.”
Dutifully she obeyed. Her hands wrapped around the bars, her knuckles went white, and she sank onto my fingers. Her head fell back and cascading locks whipped behind her.
“Slower,” I ordered.
“Yes, sir,” she said, her hips rising and falling, thighs shuddering. My fingers delivered the kind of pleasure a good sub deserved. My thumb circled her clit.
I withdrew my hand. “Too fast, Mia. You know how I feel about obedience.”
“I’ll go slower, sir,” she promised breathlessly.
Opening the cage door, I gestured for her to near. “No. You have to earn the right to come out.”
Mia pressed her face between the bars and pointed. “That one, master.”
She had chosen the large white wand and I gave a nod she’d earned it. With a flick of button came that fast buzz, the power tool of vibrators, and her eyes widened with excitement.
Caressing her nipples with the rounded end, I watched them harden. The scent of her arousal caused my cock to twinge and press against my pants.
My need to see her fulfilled forced me to control both myself and her.
“Hands behind your back,” I demanded.
She gave a quick nod as she clasped her hands low at the base of her spine. Her hips arched toward me and her need screamed in her heavy lidded eyes.
“Please, master,” she begged.
I placed the vibrator on the table and turned it off.
She looked forsaken.
“Do you trust me, Mia?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” I brought over that delicate thin string belt. Hanging from each end were three small metal clamps, and I wrapped the chain around her waist and brought the ends toward her sex. Taking my time, I fastened those clamps to her outer labia, and then gently eased her folds back to completely expose her. Her swollen clitoris was now viewable from any angle, and it shone from the way I’d coated that small nub with her wetness.
Her thighs shuddered and her small gasps were audible. Her gaze flit out to where that crowd had once stood, as though fantasizing they were here.
“Good girl.” I closed the cage door.
Reaching back for the vibrator, I fired it up, then I gestured for Mia’s pussy to be presented and gave a stern nod of approval when she did.
She let out a protracted moan when the massaging head thrummed against her clit, pounding her, sending shockwaves of pleasure.
“Yes,” she said in a rush.
“Who do you belong to, Mia?”
“You, sir.”
“You’ve been a very good girl tonight.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“W
hat do good girls get?”
“To come, Master.”
“That is correct.”
I lowered the wand against her entrance and raised it to rub her clit, sweeping it over that exposed pussy, letting it rebound. I pressed firmly, lighter when she neared—teasing, controlling. Her inner thighs grew soaking wet and her hips rocked.
“Remain still,” I ordered firmly.
“Yes sir, sorry sir.”
“Good girl. Is that nice, Mia?”
She gazed down at the vibrator, long lashes fluttering with her closeness. “I like it.”
She ran her hand over her nipple, licked her lips in a sensuous tease, and looked at me with love in her gaze.
“Hands, Mia,” I snapped. “Obey.”
She clasped them behind her, her hips thrusting insistently, her eyes begging for release.
“Answer me this,” I whispered up at her. “Get it right and you’ll be allowed to come.”
Her frown deepened.
“What does la petite mort mean?”
She stuttered out, “It’s a French euphemism for orgasm.”
“Good. Now show me what it means.”
“Yes, sir.” Thighs shaking, body trembling, her moans echoed as her climax riveted her.
I let her come down slowly, breathlessly.
“You like your cage, Mia?”
She barely managed a nod.
Lifting her out, I let her catch her breath and find her footing.
“You refuse to answer?” I turned her around and bent her over the table, delivering spank after spank to her buttocks.
“Sorry, sir.” She wiggled. “I love my cage.”
“Good to hear.” I rested my back against the table and pulled her to my chest and she stood on her tiptoes before me. Her back was pressed to my front as she faced the room. After placing my cock at her entrance, I eased her down over my shaft.
She let out a long sigh, as though only now settling.
That silver chain hung low over her hips and those clamps still gently eased her labia apart, making her sex spectacularly accessible.
Mia trembled with excitement.
“Slow your breathing,” I warned.
She gave a nod she’d try.
“This final test is to gauge your ability to show self-control, Mia. Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
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