Page 57 of Enthrall Secrets
“Yes.”
“Address me as Master Belfort. You’ll present yourself as my assistant dominatrix during the session.”
I kissed his cheek, joy rising with the realization he had the power to promote me.
“Come on, we’ll go over what is expected from you.”
As we strolled through the house I admired the many paintings, lavish light fixtures, sweeping red carpet and elegant décor, and knew we were heading into the very center of an elite society.
His hand tightened around mine and he pulled us faster along the spacious hallway. “You may question why we are doing this now. If I leave you with anything—”
“Don’t.”
“Let me say it, Scarlet. Life is to be savored. Drink in all you see, quench your thirst on its delights. Have no regrets. It brings me pleasure to make you happy, see you fulfilled.”
We made our way down the spiraling staircase, onward down another sprawling hallway until we reached a door.
He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked it.
We stepped into a lavish room of punishments and pleasures. Long burgundy drapes swept across large windows - and a long chain dangled from the ceiling, along with the dark wooden Saint Andrew’s Cross. In the corner sat a spanking bench, and at the far side of the room I saw an elegant velvet chair.
Clothes for us to change into were waiting for us and were already laid out on the bed, proving Danton had planned this visit before we’d even left home this morning. In silence, a kind of reverence I’d only begun to understand, we changed from our formal wear into the attire of Masters of the Dungeon. Danton looked so handsome in his black pants, having no need for a shirt, and he walked around barefoot now, checking the equipment. He looked so at home. I’d been provided with a tight black bodice and a delicate thong. Stunning strappy heels elevated my height to match Danton’s.
He pulled me into him, scrunching my hair in a fist, and brought my lips to his in a deep sensuous kiss, his tongue invading my mouth. My eyes closed and I gave a moan of passion. My adoration for him was returned as my tongue tangled with his.
“Now.” He became stern again. “Tell me who holds all the power?”
“The submissive.” I was breathless from our kiss.
“We have two levels of play, two types of sessions. With a client there will be no intimacy, we merely guide them through the scene professionally. However, with a beloved submissive, where there is an agreement of intimacy, there is the opportunity to lead our sub into a blissful state of sexual arousal and hold them there.” He lowered his gaze. “Our pleasure is secondary.”
A thrill spiraled up my spine at the knowledge I was about to observe a true master.
The lights were dimmed. The music playing in the background was a classical selection that was not imposing, but helped set the erotic scene.
Eve escorted a crawling Solene into the room. She was naked except for a thong and the fine chains that were wrapped around her breasts and abdomen. Attached to her choker was a long, thin golden chain that Eve tugged on to guide her to the center. Solene looked ethereal, her pale body drenched in a yellow glow of soft light.
Danton soothed her into the scene with whispers of reassurance.
Eve handed the chain to Danton and he ordered Solene to stand. She rose elegantly, her head slightly bowed, her hands behind her back, her excited gaze flitting back and forth from him to her mistress.
Eve stepped to the back of the room and disappeared into the shadows.
Danton prowled around Solene with a powerful stride. He spoke to her in French, his words poetic, seductive, sensuous…
Another twinge of jealousy stirred within me again, my gut twisting because I had no idea what he was saying to her. My imagination ran wild with how he was going to touch her. The way he was lulling her so seductively made them seem so close, so intimate. She was swooning, her eyelids flickering as she effortlessly slipped into subspace.
No, I couldn’t bear to see the man I loved wooing another woman.
“Danton!” My harsh whisper carried over the music.
He turned to face me, his gaze lowered. “Solene, translate what I just told you, please.”
“I am to be trained by Mistress Scarlet today.” Her eyes rose to meet mine.
Jealousy had made me look foolish again.
Danton turned to face her again and this time spoke in English, “Change of plan, Solene.” With a sweep of his hand he summoned Eve. “Another time, perhaps.”
