Page 86 of Enthrall Secrets
Chapter 26
IT WAS MY turn to pace in Cameron’s office.
Something was wrong.
Dreadfully wrong.
I could feel it surging through my veins and chilling my blood, an internal alarm that never failed to warn me when danger threatened.
Ethan had been locked away in that dungeon for too long.
A week had come and gone and it had never taken Cameron this long to get a result. Yes, he had an impressive success rate, though due to patient confidentially he never discussed his methods. They’d been whispers, of course, of just how controversial they actually were. His unusual technique of locking up a client in a dungeon until he acquired the desired result wasn’t exactly mentioned in the Journal of Psychiatry.
Cameron had used a similar method on me, but instead of him performing the therapy himself he’d entrusted me to Danton.
Inside that beautiful greenhouse, that cool breeze brushing over my nakedness, those beautiful butterflies flittering around me, my secret spilling within the safety of that glass cocoon as Danton reached a place inside me no one ever had.
Right now, Ethan was meant to be wrapped in a nurturing environment just as profound, but could Cameron succeed where everyone else had failed? We knew his methods usually worked, we’d seen the evidence time and time again as his patients withdrew from that dungeon reborn, as profoundly as a butterfly flying free from a chrysalis - a metamorphosis like no other.
I’d tried to keep busy.
Really, I had.
I’d managed Cole’s office and taken his calls and dealt with all the humdrum details that went along with having Chrysalis run smoothly. I had my own clients, too, that needed nurturing back at Enthrall. Lotte and Penny, my fellow dominatrixes, knew all too well my will to not disrupt the session was failing and had even strongly advised me to leave Chrysalis until it was over.
But I’d promised Ethan I would stay close in case he needed me.
Insanity.
My addled brain was suggesting mutiny…that in some other universe it was okay to break into a room mid-session and rescue the client from Cameron’s therapeutic clutches.
Was he pushing Ethan too far?
Cameron hated failure and no doubt he’d been pushing Ethan way more than was ethical. I couldn’t stand by and let him take this beautiful man through one more minute of torturous therapy.
I mean, all those other experts had failed, hadn’t they? Were we arrogant to believe we could achieve what those brilliant minds hadn’t? Ethan was going to have to find a new way to face this.
No, don’t do it.
My conscience warned me to turn back and yet my feet continued to hurry through the foyer and down the steps toward the dungeons, my chest tightening as I neared the door, hands shaking, my imagination running wild with what I would face. A broken man lying on the floor? Cameron’s wrath for interrupting them? Richard’s amusement that I’d tipped my hand, proving I’d fallen for Ethan?
With a shove I pushed open the door.
A waft of cologne, leather, and the heady scent of power.
Stillness.
A central chain held up a leather harness in the center. I knew Ethan had been strapped into it at some point. Candles burned to the wick. Soft lighting that my eyes grew accustomed to. A pizza box in the corner. One of Richard’s sweaters thrown over the back of a chair.
With my throat tight, I backed out and bumped straight into a body. Turning sharply, I saw a scantily clad Arianna, her choker secure around her throat, her dark hair curling down and around her shoulders, nipples pert from the cold.
A pang of jealousy hit me that she’d spent time with him.
“Where are they?” I asked.
“They left.”
“I can see that. What happened?”
