Page 139 of Enthrall Ecstasy
Never wanted another master.
Until now.
Weeks ago, Faulkner had decided I was a perfect fit for Pendulum, promising all my fantasies could be realized. Only that night had come to a crashing halt.
Tonight I felt like Shay would put things right.
Lotte approached me, looking elegant. “Ready?”
“Yes, mistress,” I said.
How could I not be?
I’d demanded this from Shay by the pool.
As he and Faulkner walked towards me, I leaned low and forward, assuming the correct pose with my face down and butt in the air, arms outstretched before me.
“Up.” Shay’s voice sounded gruff.
I rose up, still kneeling.
When they both stood before me, I understood. I peered up at Faulkner and then Shay, waiting for that nod of permission to begin.
Shay tore at his necktie and dragged it off, which was so damn sexy. He looked so gorgeous in that tux.
“Do you submit entirely?” he asked, gesturing that he gave me permission to speak.
“I submit.”
“You understand the purpose of this evening?” he asked, more for the crowd than me. All that was to transpire had been explained in the finest detail to me.
Shay paused, looking toward the door.
It was De Sade.
No!
Shay wouldn’t do that to me. Set that man loose on his submissive? Panic shuddered through me.
Shay read my terror.
“Excuse me.” He walked toward De Sade.
My adrenaline spiked as I observed their strained interaction.
I could run—though I’d not get far.
They were exchanging heated words.
De Sade pivoted and walked out of the ballroom.
Shay headed back towards us, his right hand tucked into his trouser pocket with an elegant confidence.
Unfazed.
“He’s not coming back.” Shay glanced at Faulkner. “I’m here to take ownership.”
Relief washed over me.
