Enthrall Her

by Vanessa Fewings

  “Perhaps we should talk this through?” he said.

  “Words aren’t needed. Not for us.”

  He rose to his feet. “God, you take my breath away.” He looked serene. “I have never known a pleasure more sublime than you.”

  I pulled my wrists out of these handcuffs and rested my hands over my heart, needing to prove he’d taught me well. Offering everything I had, I honored the art of submission. “Yours, Sir,” I whispered.

  Opening to him, I gave my body, my heart, my mind.

  He set his drink down on the dresser and faced me again, his eyelids heavy, his stance changing to that of master. “Yes, you are mine.”

  This ache in my heart was too much. I slipped off the bed, moving slowly, deliberately, towards him and lowered myself to my knees, leaning forwards on the carpet in a low bow, my hair spilling over my arms and onto the carpet.

  The deepest sigh escaped me. The air crackled with electricity. The truth filled my heart and soul that I was his.

  Time passed over us, knowing what we needed was this.

  “Mia,” he whispered.

  Sending shivers up and down my spine, my flesh prickled with an unbearable need. I yearned for his touch, for him to take me in his arms.

  The sound of footfalls moved away.

  Cameron left the room.

  Doubt crept into my bones, yet a small quiet voice reassured me to remain still, wait for my master’s return. Trust this moment. Trust him. This transformation loomed closer than ever.

  Seeing Richard again reminded me how much I loved him, yet I needed my master more. Cameron had mapped a pathway into my soul and our connection was too profound to ignore or turn away from. My yearning was never greater for Cameron’s approval, his affection, his ownership.

  My thoughts scattered as I wondered if this would ever be enough. Could I love a man who would never love be back?

  He does love you. His eyes tell you what he refuses to say.

  Cameron was the air I breathed.

  And I knew he’d come back for me.

  Merely a minute passed when the door opened again. Footfalls neared.

  Cameron knelt before me. “Lift your head, Mia.”

  The sensation of his fingers securing my diamond collar around my neck felt divine.

  “So be it,” he said. “We’ll see this through.”

  The tightness of this choker brought a sense of safety. A sense of belonging.

  “What about your meeting?” I said.

  “Fuck the meeting,” he said. “It’s time to showcase my new submissive.”

  He entered the wardrobe and soon reappeared carrying two white boxes. He rested them on the bed. Cameron removed the lid from the first, taking his time to ease apart the delicate tissue paper. He removed the lingerie. In a ritualistic fashion, proving he’d been saving this exquisite outfit for me, he dressed me in this elegant and well fitting corset, its tassels made from Swarovski glass beads. Even the delicate panties he put on me were decorated with crystals. His hands felt warm and luxurious as they moved over me, dressing me in a way that proved I was his.

  He knelt at my feet and eased on the ivory satin shoes.

  Cameron stood beside me in the bathroom as I applied fresh makeup, tussling my hair until he gave a nod of approval that I was ready.

  He opened the second box.

  Within lay a beautifully crafted venetian mask, feathers bursting out from the top in a spray of white. He assisted me with mine, then removed his own mask from his pocket and placed it on.

  With his strong hand holding mine, he led me out and along the hallway and down the stairwell. Admiring glances from the guests swept over us.

  Peering up at my master, my fingers held his hand firmly. My heart burst in awe that he’d chosen me.

  I felt more beautiful than I ever had.

  We entered a cocktail lounge and I looked around for Richard. I didn’t see him. In the corner was a piano player playing the keys softly, providing a musical backdrop that allowed the ease of conversation. To our far left, it was no surprise to see a couple making out on a black velvet lounger. A few guests had gathered before them to watch.

  I assumed this couple’s tender touches, their tame show of affection, would soon be ramping up in a more erotic display.

  Cameron removed two glasses of champagne from a tray offered up by a waiter and handed me one of the flutes, while taking a sip from the other.

  The room was filled with fifty people or so, all chatting away, seemingly knowing each other well. They greeted Cameron warmly, and when he introduced me they offered words of welcome, making me feel I belonged. Their respectfulness proved the honor of what it meant to be Cameron’s submissive.

  He was strangely quiet. I felt his scrutiny on me, as though he judged my every move, my every reaction.

  “You are incandescent, Mia,” he said, raising my hand to kiss my wrist. “I wish you saw yourself as others see you. As I do.” He held me close to his side, his arm wrapped around my waist possessively.

  For much of the evening, it seemed that we were the center of attention. Cameron was surrounded by friends, old and new, and they all deferred to him during their conversations. Only now that he was wearing a mask did I realize his stark beauty was the least of his eminence. His stature, that self-assuredness, that ability to handle anything or anyone was what made him so enigmatic.

  I wasn’t the only one mesmerized.

  Shay stepped out of the crowd, holding a martini with a single olive. He looked so handsome in his tuxedo and mask, so different to that man who’d tried to drown me earlier.

  I stared at him warily.

  “Mia,” he said, moving close and towering over me in a possible attempt to gain his power back. “You look divine.”

  I glanced at Cameron for permission to speak. With a nod, he gave it.

  “Thank you, Sir,” I said, scanning the room. “Is Arianna here?”

  “What is it with you two?” said Shay. “Maybe we should shove you in a mud bath and let you fight it out.”

  Cameron beamed at him. “Not while she’s wearing that. I had it imported from Venice.”

  My brows shot up in surprise.

  “Really,” said Shay, eyeing my corset. “It’ll take the kind of will I don’t have to get her out of that quickly without snapping something off.” He locked eyes with me and dragged his olive off its stick with his teeth.

  Cameron took a sip of champagne. “I like a challenge.”

  “I don’t think Arianna likes me,” I whispered to Cameron.

  “She’s a little unruly, but Shay finds her pleasing,” said Cameron.

  I scanned the room. “This is all very tame.”

  Other than the couple on the lounger, nothing else was going on.

  Cameron turned to Shay. “I’m conflicted,” he whispered to him.

  Shay gave a look of understanding. “Do you want me to show her?”

  “No,” said Cameron. “It should be me.”

  “Show me what?” I said.

  Cameron held his hand out for me. “You remain silent. You remain by my side. Show no reaction to what you see. Understand?”

  A chill caused the fine hairs on my forearms to prickle. I gave a nod.

  We set our glasses down.

  Together, we walked across the room towards the double doorway. Shay gave the door three solid knocks.

  It opened.

  A stocky, tux wearing, masked doorman gestured our entry was permitted.

  I’d not been shown this part of the house during my tour. And as the doors closed behind us, I could see why.

  The décor, the artwork, even the black velvet drapes revealed this was the heart of the sanctuary. With my hand holding Cameron’s tightly, and flanked on my right by Shay, we made our way down the dimly lit hallway.

  “Welcome to Chrysalis,” said Shay.

  Another door.

  The lighting dimmed.

  An Italian styled ballroom. It was va
st, with a high ceiling. Balconies ran along each side. Pillars here and there emphasized the greatness. The grandness. This room was even larger than the Harrington Suite. Rich burgundies and deep reds draped the luxurious furnishings and complemented the lavishly accented pieces.

  The music was dramatic, the scent of incense pungent. That, and the rich aroma of burning wood. There was a large fireplace with a huge mantle. Within the hearth, golden flames danced, embers sparked—

  Here and there, people were fucking.

  Twos, and threes, and sometimes more. Some of them naked, others fully clothed. Oral sex, frenzied for some, others gentle. Everyone was in the throes of passion. None of them cared about the three of us who walked through with the casualness of viewing an art gallery.

  Cameron’s hand squeezed mine and I woke, as though rising from a dream.

  We walked onwards, strolling beneath an arched doorway into another room that was darker. Smaller. Though just as inviting.

  Two women knelt before a man, pleasuring him, his hands upon their heads in a show of approval. His erection was lavished with affection from two eager subs. Their soft cries of gratitude found us in the dimness.

  Behind us, another scene played out. An erotic display that stole my breath—

  A masked man was sitting on a leather couch, and a blonde woman wearing a half mask faced forwards. With her back to him, she rode him slowly, his cock disappearing inside her, only to show once more on her upward glide. Her bright red lips pouted in ecstasy. She wore a submissive’s collar.

  A jolt of pleasure spasmed low in my belly. I shot a look at Cameron and he returned a slow, steady nod.

  My arousal had never felt so forbidden.

  This act of passion was so beautiful, so pure, and as I dared myself to continue watching, stilted by uncertainty, I knew the honor of what it was to witness their lovemaking.

  “Master Cole,” said Shay, “May I?” He gestured to the couple.

  “Mia?” said Cameron. “What do you say to Shay’s request?”

  “Yes,” I said breathlessly.

  “Thank you, Mia,” said Shay, his pupil’s dark and feral, focusing once more upon that couple. That lick of his lips proved his intention.

  “What about Arianna?” I whispered.

  “She’s being well taken care of,” said Shay, flashing a smile at Cameron.

  “She belongs to Scarlet tonight,” said Cameron.

  There was no time to consider what Scarlet and Arianna might be doing right now. I was too mesmerized by the couple and their leisurely fucking. The way he tweaked her nipples and cupped her breasts. Their eyes were full of wonder.

  Shay shrugged out of his jacket and threw it over the end of the couch. He loosened his necktie and neared them.

  He sunk to his knees in-between the woman’s outstretched thighs.

  Cameron pulled me so that my back was against his front, and his hand slid beneath my panties. My blush burned my face. He’d feel my wetness.

  His palm cupped me there. “Do you want to watch?”

  “Yes, please, Sir,” I managed, my head resting back on his chest, my eyelids heavy.

  Cameron’s touch sent a shiver through me.

  “So wet.” His fingers trailed along my sex. “Obey.”

  “Yes, Sir.” My thighs trembled.

  The woman peered down at Shay through her mask, and her eyes lit up when she looked beyond him and saw us.

  Shay kneeled before her. Leaning forwards between her thighs, his tongue lapped at her sex. She gripped his locks, her eyes heavy with lust.

  My own sex clenched.

  Shay’s tongue lowered to lap the balls of the one she rode. The man threw his head back. His fingers gripped her breasts and pinched her nipples.

  Shay returned to her clit.

  I marveled at her discipline, her ability to rise and fall, following the orders of her master to continue her slow gliding motion. Her thighs trembled, and her whimpering revealed her closeness.

  I jolted with the shock of Cameron’s fingers easing apart my cleft. They strummed their steady rhythm upon my clit, and my pussy squeezed in pleasure, quivered. His steady massaging and flicking continued, while his other hand wrapped around my waist.

  Shay firmly gripped the woman’s hips to assist her upward glide, then he brought her down hard on that man’s cock. His mouth delivered a frenzied punishment of pleasure to her pussy.

  This was a brilliant symphony of sex. Their lovemaking was stunning.

  Her thrusts downward became more needful as she peered down at Shay beneath heavy lashes.

  “It’s beautiful,” I said. “Now I understand.”

  Waves of intensity came one after the other and I moaned in pleasure. This dampness between my thighs grew, in time with the sure rhythm of Cameron’s fingers matching that of the rise and fall of the submissive. Her eyes now closed as she neared.

  Cameron shifted his hand, his thumb now strumming my clit as he fingered me forcefully. My sex clenched around his fingers as they thrust in and out, and my breath became ragged. My hips rocked to his frenzied pace.

  I rode his hand.

  I didn’t care who saw. All I wanted was to ride out this bliss, exalted that Cameron was allowing me this.

  Shay masterfully bestowed sucks, nips, and licking flicks. His expert timing took on a fierce pace—

  A clash of swords. Cameron and Shay fencing. That virile fight so intense, so powerful, so arousing.

  My thighs shifted farther apart, my legs trembled.

  I went with her.

  Falling into the abyss, coming together, our groans rose ever higher. With incense in my nostrils, this heat rising from Cameron’s touch scorched me from the inside out. I was lost in this dreamlike state.

  Skillfully, he worked me towards another orgasm, whispering to me, “Submission is just the beginning.”

  “Master,” I called out, another climax owning me.

  My legs weakened and gave way.

  Cameron picked me up and carried me out of there. And though I didn’t recognize the route we took, I did recognize the foyer.

  He carried me to my bedroom and threw me upon the bed. We ripped off our masks.

  Cameron took me hard.

  Both of us rolled around those tussled sheets. Both of us were desperate to be closer. Still fully clothed, merely edging away that which wouldn’t allow penetration, we joined in a frenzy of want.

  Being apart was too painful.

  His lips bruised mine. His cock buried deep. His passion was unlike anything I’d ever seen in him before. He rode me harder than he ever had. Pushing deeper, his pace grew virile, demanding. There was no time for leather or chains while both of us chased the high of being fucked by each other.

  I screamed when I came.

  He stilled, shooting his warmth into me. His gaze locked on mine in a show of power. “You are mine,” he said huskily.

  “I am yours,” I whispered, staring up, realizing those chains above the bed had already entwined me, yet they hung there out of reach.

  Eventually, I managed to slow my racing heart.

  “I’m going to take you again, Mia,” said Cameron fiercely.

  “What? No.” I shook my head, unsure, my body too consumed with exhaustion.

  “Fucking is finished when I say it’s finished.” He rolled on top of me again and pinned me down. “This is about me worshipping you, in case you missed it.”

  Our lovemaking was a meditation, an endless display of unspoken words and unfathomable emotions we dared to feel. A giving over of everything and leaving nothing unsaid.

  We lay in a tangled mess of disheveled bed sheets, this dampness beneath the purest evidence of us. Both of us spent.

  Our breathing only now slowed.

  Lying with my head on his chest, lulled by the sound of his heartbeat, sure and steady, I drifted.

  “Before you,” he whispered, “I never questioned.”

  CHAPTER 35

  SLEEP C
ARRIED ME through to the morning.

  Italian landscapes. Masked men in black tuxes. Strangers mouthing words to me I couldn’t grasp, couldn’t understand.

  I’d seen behind the curtain.

  Yet I knew there was more than this. My first glimpse into Chrysalis was a mere taste of its delicacies.

  I stretched my arms wide, feeling that familiar ache from where Cameron’s hands had been. That low pang between my thighs was a sweet reminder.

  Daybreak burst its light into the bedroom, casting shadows. Clothes were strewn round and about—his jacket and pants, that white shirt, my corset with its Swarovski glass beads catching the morning light.

  Cameron was still here.

  Laying beside me and fast asleep, his face was serene and peppered with that five o’clock shadow. Ever so gently, I rolled onto my side and stared at him. It felt as though I was seeing this man for the first time, his vulnerability, his serenity. There was no fierceness. He was so beautiful and looked younger, peaceful even. That fluttering of eyelids proved he too dreamed.

  Reaching out, I caressed his shoulder, needing to touch him and wanting to free him from sleep.

  He stirred, blinking awake.

  Cameron’s gaze shot to mine.

  He bolted upright and ran his fingers through his hair.

  “It’s Sunday,” I said. “You don’t have to go to work.”

  “I fell asleep,” he said, turning his back on me and swinging his legs over the bed. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Why are you sorry?”

  He leaped out, moving to his right to reach for a sock, his expression conflicted. An awful thud sounded when his toe struck the end of the bed.

  “Fuck.” He hopped, holding his foot until he lost his balance and fell back onto the bed.

  “Are you late for something?” I said.

  “No, Mia,” he said, annoyed and caressing his toe.

  “Then what’s wrong?”

  “Our arrangement,” he said. “No sleeping together.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s a one off. No one died, for goodness sake. Get back in.”

  He glared at me.

  I resisted rolling my eyes. “Get back in, Sir.” I pulled back the comforter. “It’s like eating a bar of chocolate. Once you’ve had one square, you might as well finish off the whole thing.”