Page 45 of Enthrall Secrets
Danton pointed, indicating I should move my chess piece across the board. “Where were you just now?”
“This game is too hard.” I threw my piece down. “I’m too stupid to learn it.”
“You got into Harvard.”
“That was a fluke.”
“You don’t really believe that? Now, tell me what’s really bothering you.”
“I’m not sure I want to go back. Can I stay with you?”
“No, you have so much to give this world. Have you not been listening to anything I’ve been telling you?”
I stared at him. “Why do you never talk about visiting me when I leave?”
“Go and stand in the corner,” he ordered. “Face the wall.”
I did as I was told. When he’d seen no remorse in me, he’d bent me over his knee and lavished an exquisite spanking, his left hand meeting my buttocks in painful strikes and his right hand fingering my clit at the same time. I’d pumped my hips furiously against his hand as I moaned through my release.
Afterward, trembling and sated, I knelt before him on the floor and waited for his next order, my head resting on his knee and feeling safe. He made me sit there obediently as he read the newspaper from cover to cover, his left hand trailing through my locks and making my scalp tingle.
The crackling of the fireplace was the only noise; the delicious scent of burning wood reminding me of the Christmases I’d never had.
I wished we could stay in this house forever.
My most favorite time was when we visited his library. It was a cozy room stacked with wall-to-wall books and decked out in leather armchairs and mismatched rugs, with the lingering scent of stale cigars reminding us of the past. I watched him bring down from the shelves several of his favorite philosophy books. Together we carried them down to the beach for our daily picnic by the sea.
In between munching on our sandwiches and sipping freshly squeezed orange juice, he read from his books and I’d swim and collect more shells.
Today, like every day, when he found a passage in his book he liked he would share it with me.
His obsession with history always made me smile.
I’d lay my head on Danton’s stomach as he relayed what he knew about Epicures’ writings, an ancient Greek philosopher who believed that one should treat others justly, and who had stressed the importance of pleasing oneself and taking proper care of one’s body. Danton would beam with happiness when he taught me about Aristotle, a man who encouraged doing good - not just being good.
It felt like I was being groomed for the world.
For the first time I knew I was loved entirely - and all the attention I’d craved as a child and had been denied was lavished upon me now.
We made sure the books were safe in our picnic basket, and then we walked the full length of the beach to discuss what he’d taught me.
I’d never known true happiness until now.
