Page 131 of Enthrall
“Because you took Courtney into...”
“What about it upset you?”
“It wasn’t me. I wanted it to be me.”
His frown deepened. “I need to decide what to do with this.” He stared at the check. “You’ve put me in a very difficult position.”
Despite wearing this corset, he’d managed to make me feel naked.
“You do realize alcohol is forbidden?” His gaze was on the open bottle of champagne that rested on the side table. The one I’d snuck in half an hour earlier. Endless bubbles rose in those two ornamental flutes I’d borrowed from his shelf.
He sighed. “They’re antique.”
“They’re beautiful,” I said. “It’s a shame not to use them.”
He arched an eyebrow. “They came from Winston Churchill’s estate. I don’t use them.”
“I thought it might steady my nerves.”
He really did have an obsession with Churchill. I wondered what else in his office or even home pertained to the man. There was no way I would enjoy that drink now. I’d be worried I’d drop the glass.
Something in his eyes…
A flitter of nerves burst from my chest. A smoldering need burned between my thighs and my eyelids grew heavy.
“Entering subspace so quickly?” he said. “Impressive.”
My mind raced to grasp his meaning.
Richard moved away and reached for one of the glasses. “I want you aroused. Alcohol suppresses you. I will permit one final freedom.” He handed me the champagne flute.
I took the glass by the stem, holding it with the reverence it deserved, and took a sip.
One final freedom.
I went for another.
He eased the glass out of my hand. “Enough.”
My gaze stayed on the champagne as though it was my last ever drink.
“You must trust me,” he said. “Do you?”
“Yes.”
He curled his fingers and traced my chin and downward, pausing on my throat. “Your heart’s racing.” He gave a look of approval.
I was breathing way too fast. My breasts strained against this corset, threatening to burst out of their confinement. His fingers caressed the line of my bustier, causing my skin to tingle. A shiver of apprehension went through me as feelings flooded in that were hard to make sense of.
“It’s called a frisson.” He rested his hand over the exact spot where I felt the tingles.
I glanced at where his hand was. “But how...?”
“I’m your dom. It’s my job to know.” He looked intense. “Your safe word. Should you want me to stop, you’ll say a word.” He swept his hand through the air. “Choose something you’ll remember.”
My thoughts scattered.
He gave a smile of approval. “Venus?”
