Page 113 of Enthrall Secrets
He raised his hands, holding his wrists together.
Desire flooded through me at what he was offering. “I want you to want this, Ethan.”
“Cameron told me my therapy took so long because I refused to surrender. I’m assuming surrendering to you will feel different? Obviously.”
“Are you mine?”
His swimming trunks revealed an erection.
I picked up his belt buckle that he’d discarded earlier and wrapped it around his wrists, yanking it tight to secure them together.
This was it, a test of compatibility like no other.
We were on the verge of something profound and the call to prove there really could be an us was on the line.
He let out a sigh of arousal as I slipped his swimming trunks off his hips. His jaw tightened and his eyelids became heavy. His cock grew harder in the grip of my palm as I caressed him leisurely.
“I’ll do anything for you,” he whispered.
“Submit entirely.” I ran a finger around his tip.
“Oh, Jesus, this is as hot as I remember it from when we were in the dungeon.” He was rock hard now and if he expressed any doubt he was enjoying being dominated, his body told me otherwise.
His hands fisted into tight balls as he tried to let go of his power.
“Fully submit and I’m yours,” I whispered into his ear.
Our first session had been disrupted by his devilish threats to bring down Chrysalis.
This one would heal us.
We needed this…I needed this. If we were to have any chance of surviving he’d have to learn to become my willing sex slave from time to time and prove he, too, relished in my domme play.
Taking my time I set the scene, making sure the Do Not Disturb sign was on the door, the lighting dimmed and that small gap in the curtains pulled all the way closed. He watched my every move with the laser stare of a hawk, remaining in the center where I’d ordered him to stand and wait patiently, with his wrists bound and his enormous cock arched in desire.
Keeping him revved and ready, I guided him into the shower by holding onto the belt for leverage. We needed to wash this chlorine off. I worked on my own body first, having him in the shower with me but standing back, watching, as I cleansed my body with soap, rubbing the foam over my breasts and between my thighs, lingering teasingly over my sex.
His resistance weakened as he grabbed himself and gave long hard tugs to ease his aching cock.
I gripped his chin, scolding him, and he ceased with a groan of frustration.
Ethan was rewarded for his obedience with my full attention to every part of him, first washing his hair, soaping his body, and then massaging his balls for a while.
“Scarlet.” He hissed through clenched teeth.
“Mistress Scarlet.”
“Mistress,” he said with an edge. “Let me taste you.”
“Very well.” Reaching up, I scrunched his hair at the scalp and guided him to kneel before me.
I swooned when he buried his face between my thighs, sucking and lapping at my clit and serving me dutifully.
“You’ve been such a good boy,” I purred the words. “Look what you get.”
My head rolled back as he continued to devour my sex. Pleasure swirled deep in my core as I tweaked my own nipples.
“Enough,” I snapped.
