Page 9 of Enthrall Secrets
Chapter 3
CAMERON INVITED ME to stay in his office with Ethan.
He’d asked Dominic to leave and his moody attorney had hesitated at first, but then had complied with his wishes. No doubt he was off to put together a legal brief that would be set in motion as soon as the police got here.
Cole offered me a reassuring smile and gestured toward the seating area at the rear of his office where a circle of ten leather chairs faced in on each other. He chose to sit and I sat beside him.
I usually loved it in here with all the high shelves stacked with medical compendiums and books on psychiatry. An antique oak desk with carved legs sat in the center, squarely on a Persian rug. Old photos of respected therapists hung here and there on the walls.
There was a complex structure in the corner that could flip a sub upside down. Scattered about were antique accoutrements that had once served as barbaric therapies. An old rope from a straightjacket, or the antique thumbscrews Richard always coveted and threatened to steal.
I shuddered, thinking how all of these rare collectibles could be lost because of Ethan’s attack on us. He had no understanding of what we did and his arrogance made him a great threat.
Neilson lingered at the back of the room, fidgeting with his shirt collar. He’d probably dressed in a hurry. His hand slipped into his right jacket pocket to retrieve his cufflinks and he weaved them into the buttons neatly. When he raked his fingers through his hair it made him look more vulnerable.
He’d stepped into the lion’s den and he knew it, realizing he had nothing left to lose.
Piping hot coffee was being served by Pilar, Chrysalis’s loyal housekeeper. After setting the tray of three mugs and a plate of freshly baked cookies on the coffee table, she was ready to go home - well before the police got to question her.
She gave Ethan a nervous look and then left.
From the way Ethan kept checking his watch, it seemed he, too, was wondering where the police were. He strolled over to the Chinese cabinet and opened the door.
I gave Cameron a wary glance but he seemed unconcerned. He had every right to shut down Ethan’s snooping until he handed over a search warrant, but he didn’t seem perturbed by his inquisitiveness.
Ethan reached into the cabinet and removed the small leather saddle. “What’s this?”
The erotic design of a small cock gave away its use, and as he turned it over he frowned in realization.
Cameron dropped a cube of sugar into his coffee cup and stirred it.
“People strap this to their back?” asked Ethan. “Why?”
“A form of punishment during horseplay.” Cameron smiled. “As you can see, for the rider the punishment turns into pleasure. The rider can’t get off the galloping stallion so they have to endure forced orgasms.”
“This lifestyle of yours is not only fucked up, it’s obscene.” He shoved the saddle back into the closet.
Cameron took a sip. “Matter of perspective.”
“What about STDs?”
“We use protection. We screen.”
“Glad you’re admitting what this place is.” Ethan sat opposite us and leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees, as though ready to spring up if needed.
“What do you believe this place is?”
Ethan waved his hand through the air. “Private club. Exclusive members. Debauchery.” He glanced at his watch.
“They’re not coming, Ethan.”
“Excuse me?”
“The police.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
