Page 23 of Enthrall Secrets
Chapter 7
France
DANTON CHOSE ME. Me.
This realization felt like a sword slicing through the old binds of self-doubt that had imprisoned me all my life.
I was worthy of him.
And I, too, had chosen this man as my master and given myself willingly.
Being here was also proof that I was in charge of my own destiny. Crawling naked on the ground, all I could think of was that I’d finally made it to the house of the elite. Danton had a reputation as being one of the finest doms, and being with him filled my soul with happiness - making it easier to ignore the gravel biting into my hands and knees as I made my way toward the large house.
Danton strolled majestically beside me.
It was no surprise I’d fallen asleep beside my new master on the way here. A blanket had covered me, and I’d felt Danton’s comforting hand resting upon my body all the way. At some point I’d heard the opening and closing of the car door as Solene and her mistress had left us alone.
I yearned for my collaring ceremony and for my new master to officially make me his.
I had no idea where we were or how long I’d been asleep so I couldn’t guess the time we’d spent driving through Paris. Perhaps, had I not closed my eyes, a blindfold would have been placed on me.
I’d never know.
On my hands and knees, I climbed up the cold steps of the manor. Moving on ahead until I was inside, I passed through a lavish foyer with expensive dark wood furnishings, many of which looked like antiques. The hardwood floor was easier to crawl on. A sweeping staircase lay just ahead. This was exactly how I’d imagined a chateau would look, with its old-world style and homey decadence.
On the left was another door and to my right a hallway. The door stood ajar, and peering through I saw a large library with leather furniture and shelves stacked full of books. The room was drenched in a yellow light that beckoned me.
Perhaps I’d be allowed in there to explore. I so hoped I would be given the run of the house and be able to make myself at home in between my chores as a sub.
This was it. I was really doing this.
No going back.
A soft sigh escaped my lips and my body trembled with anticipation.
The scent of fresh-cut flowers lingered in the air - and something else - a rich aroma of spices. A masculine scent muted by tones of amber. Cologne?
“Stand.”
With my chin high and my arms behind my back with my wrists held together, I posed obediently. Master Danton stood behind me and his chest felt firm against my naked back. He reached around and with his closed fingers he brushed them fast across my nipples until they beaded and flushed, causing a wave of arousal that shocked my sex and made it throb.
My moans echoed around us.
Before Cameron had attempted to rule me, no other man had even tried. Even De Sade had merely taken me through my paces and stated I was a lost cause. Yet here Danton had taken me on, wanting to test the endurance of my sexual hunger, which knew no bounds.
He wanted to heal and free me. Cherish me.
I leaned forward as I neared climax.
The intense pleasure reached a fever-pitch. My nipples perked at the constant strumming, feeling a delicious soreness. I was groaning now, this never-ending play teased me onward, an invisible string tugging between my breasts and my pussy, making my clit throb.
“Master?” I needed permission to come.
“Silence.”
A jolt of fear slithered up my spine.
They appeared from all corners - one, then two, until I counted at least ten men surrounding us. All of them were handsome in their own way, dressed in tuxedos. I could tell they were all alpha males by the way they walked, their intimidating statures conveying a startling strength.
