Page 49 of Enthrall
“You understood what he was asking you?
“Yes.”
His frown lifted. “He also asked if you wanted him to stop. Remember that?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell him to stop?”
“I didn’t want him to.” My words came out faint, nervous.
“You liked it?”
“Yes,” I muttered.
“It was a highly charged sexual experience. Do you regret it?”
I blushed. “No.”
He looked pleasantly surprised. “The thing is Mia, the brain’s sexuality is wired in a certain way. A delicate way. The majority of people never get to explore, or want to, what it is we do at Enthrall. It’s an unusual lifestyle choice, but one--” He paused. “It’s a very mature and well thought out decision only a well adjusted and--”
“I understand,” I said. “You’re trying to say that environment might not be good for me.”
“Or worse. I’d never forgive myself if this experience caused you distress. You are my concern.” He shrugged. “Just because a few of us choose to live life in a decadent fashion...” He looked for words again. “You don’t strike me as someone who’d normally do something like that. And I’m sorry you felt the need to.”
I suspected what Richard’s next words were and my heart sank.
“Would you like to comment on anything I’ve said?” he asked.
My gaze made a passing sweep of the bills. “Tara’s seen your dungeon too.”
A look of confusion passed over him. “You know Tara?” Richard blinked. “That’s how you knew about the job.” Another revelation swept over him. “Tara set you up to perform in my office? It wasn’t your idea was it?” He caressed his forehead.
“The music was my idea.”
He gave a kind smile. “Are you sure you want to be around people like us?”
“More than anything.”
He shoved his hands into his pockets and his gaze lingered upon me. “How would you like to be my executive assistant? It’ll entail pretty much what you’re doing now. Of course the new position comes with a pay rise.”
“Richard, I don’t need your charity. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself and those.” I pointed to the stack of bills.
“I don’t doubt it.”
“You were going to fire me weren’t you?”
“I can’t remember now. Listen, if you ever want to leave, if you’re ever uncomfortable with anything you see or hear, you must come to me and we’ll discuss it. Understand?”
I gave a nod. “That thing you told me in the dungeon about Cameron wanting to see me burn?”
“I was angry with him for taking you down there. I wanted to be the one to do it when I deemed you ready. Just show you around. Nothing kinky. Cameron’s always trying to save someone. His methods are a little dark I’ll admit, but so is our lifestyle.” He reached into his trouser pocket and removed his BlackBerry. “Talk of the devil. He wants to meet me for a drink.” Richard texted Cameron back.
Taking advantage of having him distracted, I studied his sticking up blond locks and the way he chewed his lip when deep in thought, and that dreamy way his eyes crinkled into a smile.
He looked up. “Cameron wants to know if I’ve damaged you.”
“What did you tell him?”
