Page 17 of Enthrall Secrets
But I wanted more…
And I’d asked for a referral to Paris’s illustrious Le Maison de Plaisir. Cameron had refused me. He’d also broken my heart when he’d declined to train me himself. He didn’t think I was ready for him.
“You’re not prepared for those kinds of extremes,” he’d warned, shutting down my request. “You need to work through some personal issues first. Open up. Let me in.”
Didn’t he know there was no doorway into my heart? Just a black hole where pain languished - the only respite my time with him.
But I’d found another way.
There was always another way.
While being here I would prove him wrong. I would, without doubt, make my mark on this community. From the highbrow clubs of New York and L.A. to here, my dream destination, I’d prove myself worthy to top with the finest.
Cameron was one of the most famous of all the doms, his reputation among the best. His talent for the dark arts made him both feared and admired. He’d taught me so much, like how to enter subspace, how to dress as a premier sub with merely a thong and a collar, and he’d even taught me how to cook. One favorite lesson was how to mix up a dirty Martini, extra dry, and then watch with pride as my dom savored it. Oh, and another was learning how to give the best bareback blowjob. Though, much to my annoyance, I wasn’t giving it to Master Cole.
He’d refused to take me on personally, giving the excuse that I was like a baby sister to him. Despite my frustration, it was the first time in my life I didn’t feel let down or used because of that. But it still didn’t stop me from wanting him.
My love went so deep I’d do anything for him.
Except obey.
I’d always lived by my own rules. No matter how hard he’d tried to contain me he couldn’t. My barefoot wildness would always endure.
I’d come a long way from that teenager who’d experimented with her foster parents’ LSD. The drugs I’d consumed had dulled the pain of the bruises left by those the state had paid - and trusted - to watch over me.
I told myself I was no longer that girl who pined for her parents’ attention, winning every school spelling bee and crying afterwards when no one came to watch. There was certainly no family to celebrate with me when I’d earned a scholarship to study at Harvard.
I’d gotten hired at the Russell House Tavern, and it had only taken a month for me to get into mischief. After overhearing the whispers from customers who’d not realized I was listening, I’d learned about a private BDSM society, located conveniently near my studio apartment. Later that week I’d climbed in through the back window of D'envoûtement and fallen at Cameron’s feet.
Literally.
The rest was history.
Another plane flew overhead and I had to press the phone closer to hear.
“Still there?” he said.
“Yes.”
“Listen to me, Scarlet. We’re talking about a level you don’t even know exists. If you think your fantasies are dark, wait ’til you hear theirs. These men are not to be toyed with. For starters, they’ll pierce your labia with a steel tag. Do you want that? Because that will be the least of what they’re going to do to you.”
A wave of doubt fell over me. “You told me I was the best submissive you’ve ever trained. I want to transform into a mistress. You told me a visit to France is the only way.”
“With me. Not alone. You have your master beside you who knows your limits and can cease the play when you can no longer talk. This is a place where you don’t get a say.”
My sex flinched with the thought of that total power exchange.
“I’ll refund your flight. You have Harvard to prepare for. I’ve promised your lecturers that you have the maturity to earn your place at one of the most prestigious—”
“I’d only be here for a week.”
“You think you get to dictate the timeframe?”
“I signed a contract.”
“Well, I’m going to have Francois shred it. He won’t let you in. So walk back into the airport and I’ll arrange your flight home. First class. You’re in Europe so you’ll get served champagne and fresh-baked cookies. Or biscuits. Or whatever the hell they call them. Now how does that sound?”
“I’m not going to Le Maison de Plaisir.”
