Page 4 of Enthrall Secrets
“I don’t do that.”
He shrugged. “I tip well.”
“One more outburst and I’ll demand silence from you.”
He narrowed his gaze. “Everything else you’ve done has fallen short. I’m close to asking for my money back.”
What the fuck?
“Mr. Jones, we discussed my role at the beginning.”
“Can I spank you?”
“You requested a domme.”
“Yes, but my fantasy is to spank a dominatrix.” He dragged his teeth along his bottom lip, and lowered his eyelids seductively.
No way was I breaking the rules.
I knew better.
That kind of intimacy occurred between a sub and master at Chrysalis only when the director signed off on it. Relationships got complicated and everything at the club was finely orchestrated and based on science. It’s what made our society unique. A well-balanced structure that was led by a brilliant psychiatrist who saw to it that all play ran smoothly. Safety remained a priority.
He looked devastated by my silence. “You don’t find me attractive?”
“Of course. Now on your knees.”
His glare intensified.
“Don’t make me repeat it.” A wave of doubt came over me…a sense that not everything was as it seemed. “Tell me your thoughts. What’s holding you back?”
“Nothing.”
“Clearly it is.” I gestured at the door. “Session’s over, Mr. Jones.”
His jaw tensed and he seemed to be working through a thought. “Someone I loved very much was shot dead in front of me. Since that day…” He lowered his gaze.
My heart flinched with pain at this haunting memory he’d been brave enough to share. This was the trauma affecting his sexuality.
“When?” I asked.
“Four years ago.”
“What happened?”
He swallowed. “Can you help me?”
“I believe so.”
“Let me touch you.”
I shook my head and stepped back.
“Why?”
“We don’t do that here.”
“But you’re touching me?” He leaned back and reached out to either side of the Saint Andrew’s Cross and slid his wrists back into the leather cuffs. “I need to be touched, Scarlet.”
