Richard's Reign (Book 6): Enthrall Novella #3 (Enthrall Sessions)

by Vanessa Fewings

  Her breasts rose above the surface, her nipples pert from the morning chill.

  “You have an issue with dirty, messy things, don’t you?” I said with a smirk.

  “I like order. I don’t like to be surprised. I like everything clean and—

  I dived in and swam toward her.

  She narrowed her gaze on me, her hands swirling around her for balance.

  Treading water in front of her, I said. “You were saying?”

  “Sorry about your shirt.”

  I grinned. “Could say the same about your hair but this wet puppy look you’ve got going on is adorable.”

  “Someone forgot to take off their clothes.”

  “Being spontaneous is actually healthy. You should try it some time.” I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off.

  “I was spontaneous last night.”

  “That’s right. You’re the wanton criminal who broke into my home.”

  “There were mitigating circumstances.”

  “In what way?”

  “I thought you might change your mind about our agreement.”

  “Why?”

  “Because your signature was illegible. Just a couple of swirls.”

  “That’s the way I sign my name.”

  “I told Sienna to call you Mr. Sheppard because I knew it would get your attention.”

  “You knew it would come over as a threat.”

  “I didn’t mean it too.” She looked sheepish. “You’re a complex man.”

  “Is that what Ethan told you?”

  “He wanted me to know about your past.”

  “So you knew what you were getting yourself into.”

  “In case it ever came out we were friends.”

  “You mean like father, like son?”

  “I don’t believe that about you. Anyway, Ethan told me you’re very kind. You have a healing side.”

  I was sure Ethan hid the true details of how he’d come to know about my healing touch. Particularly as the truth of it would reveal so much more about her cousin.

  “Ethan also told me you’d say no, probably.”

  I gave a thin smile. “He’s right.”

  She looked devastated.

  I owed Ethan. He was, after all, one of us. He protected Chrysalis with the fierceness of a brilliant D.A. who knew the law well, and worked with Dominic to ensure our continued integrity.

  “Why are you so reluctant to take me on?” she said.

  “Because your motives are not authentic.”

  “How do you mean?”

  “Something else is going on.”

  “I believe I’ll also grow from this experience.”

  “How?”

  She broke my gaze. “Can it be my secret?”

  “We shouldn’t keep secrets from each other.”

  “Then I’ll tell you. It’s so that I feel more comfortable with my body.”

  And yet she’d lain herself out for me on that desk the first day we’d met, sprawled like a wanton kitten; a woman who was in touch with her sexuality and seemed to like nothing more than coming.

  “We shouldn’t lie to each other either,” I said.

  She looked defeated.

  “You don’t really understand what a submissive is. What I’ll do to you.”

  “You want me to give up control in the bedroom?”

  “Not just in the bedroom.”

  “What else?”

  I wrapped my hand around her throat. “Your homework is to recite to me during your first session all the ways a good sub serves her master, understand?”

  “Yes,” she burst out breathlessly.

  “If at any time I see you fight for dominance our agreement will be over.”

  “Why would I?”

  “Because you’re used to getting your own way, Andrea. You’re spoiled. What you want you get. Proof in point, you’re in my pool.”

  “You’re the lucky one.”

  “Really, is that right?”

  She relented and gave a sweet smile.

  “The first time I met you we discussed your experience with orgasms.”

  She raised her chin petulantly.

  “That look, right there, is disobedience. I don’t tolerate insubordination.”

  Her lips trembled with excitement.

  “From the moment I first saw you I knew you’d make an honorable sub. Don’t fight it though. Resist it and you resist me. I don’t train subs. Never have. So our agreement is a real privilege for you. Don’t take it for granted.”

  “I don’t.”

  “I’m going to promise you this, Andrea - I’m going to take you to the very limits of pleasure. I’m going to own your body and set every cell on fire with passion. When you’re not with me all you’ll think about is how well I know your pussy, how exquisitely I play with it, how it tingles when you think of me. You’ll come in your dreams, and you’ll come as you wake up because where I’m going to take you will burrow so deep inside your psyche you’ll never forget what I made you feel—

  She’d slipped into subspace.

  “I will teach you to come properly. Submit to me and I’ll have you climaxing so hard you’ll not only forget your own name you’ll experience Samadhi.”

  “What is that?”

  “Oneness.”

  Her eyes opened in wonder.

  I lowered my hand in the water and flicked her clit hard, making her yelp.

  Her jaw slackened as she rode the buzz of pleasure between her thighs, her quick clit orgasm making her moan.

  “Was that nice?” I said huskily.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Proof that your clit is mine.”

  “Oh, God.” She jolted her hips forward as her body flinched from another spasm in her sex that came back around. “That’s not possible.”

  “Clearly it is.”

  She looked down at herself in disbelief at what I’d accomplished.

  “Now imagine an hour’s session with me.”

  “Master,” she whispered.

  “Better.”

  “Sir, thank you for not throwing me out.”

  I still couldn’t quite believe she’d chosen to be here on New Year’s Day with me. I was sure her entourage was reeling without her.

  “Looks like I’m taking you on.”

  She threw her head back in a laugh. “It’s going to be amazing.”

  I grinned at her.

  “How do you do that?”

  I slid out of my pants. “Do what?” The rest of my clothes sank.

  “Make me feel so normal?”

  “You are.”

  “No, I mean you make me feel like you like being here with me, for me. Myself.”

  “I’ve never cared for fame, or anything ego-based for that matter.” I arched a brow. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re just like any other submissive whose trust I have to earn.”

  “But I don’t want to be like any other submissive.”

  “Well, of course I’ll make you feel special.”

  “Is it safe?”

  “Yes, I’ll never use unnecessary force—”

  “No, I mean is it safe for our hearts?”

  “We have ways to make the exit easier.”

  “You mean when our agreement is over?”

  “Yes.”

  “How?”

  “Trade secret.”

  “You’ll be cruel to me?”

  “What are you looking for, Andrea?”

  “I need to be convincing.”

  “In your role?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then that is what I’ll do. I’ll teach you all the skills necessary.”

  She looked around her, realizing her back was pressed against the pool edge and as I leaned against her she wrapped her legs around my waist. My cock pressed into her lower abdomen.

  Her gaze fell to my lips. “Is this one of the skills?”

  “One of them, yes. As my sub I have access to your pussy at all times. You consent to my
cock being inside you day or night - should I choose to take you.”

  “You’ll fuck me any time you like?”

  I eased her thighs apart and buried my cock deep inside her. “Yes.”

  Her head fell back and she thrust her hips forward. “You make me feel…”

  “So wet?”

  Her muscles gripped me tight and it made my balls thrum.

  She let out a sigh. “No, I mean, yes…”

  I pounded rhythmically inside her.

  “I feel…Oh God…so good…”

  I bit her lower lip and her mouth opened wide, allowing my kiss to control hers, possessing her completely.

  “I feel like I’m drowning.”

  I wrapped my arm around her waist. “I’ve got you.”

  Andrea’s moans entered my mouth as I fucked hers with my tongue, my cock delivering violent strikes, her slickness perfect for these deep plunges. The tension in my erection flooding to the tip as it struck her cervix.

  She dug her fingernails into my back. “Harder, Master, fuck me harder.”

  I gave her what she wanted, needed, taking her like I already owned her, her raw groans turning into primal screams.

  “I’m close, Richard.”

  “I know.” I bit her earlobe, suckling her earring.

  She pulled back and stared into my eyes. “Promise if I submit the way you want me to you’ll not let me drown.”

  Never.

  My cock ached for release but I kept my vow to master her and ignored it, concentrating on hers, making her shiver as she neared climax by playing with her nipples, the left and then the right, pinching, tweaking and when I could resist no longer my mouth took possession of her breasts in turn - sucking, licking, elongating and flicking the pert buds.

  I lifted my gaze to drink in her beauty - the impossible hallucination of a madman, this striking creature writhing in my arms?

  “What?” she whispered, looking crestfallen that I’d stopped.

  I spanked her ass. “Always my way.”

  With my arms on her hips I spun her around to face the tile. Her back was now to my front, her hands gripping the pool ledge and her knuckles white. Thighs trembling as she arched her spine back and rubbed her butt against my groin, begging with her twisting hips for me to reenter her.

  Water lapped around us.

  Her craving made her wild; her widening thighs proving her yearning.

  Propelling my hips forward I drove back into her.

  “Yes!” She fell against the edge.

  Forcing through the resistance of water, I delivered slow steady thrusts, my muscles taut with tension, my desire burning me up.

  That lone leaf bobbed by, and though her gaze caught it, she no longer cared.

  I reached around her waist and my hand slid down to her sex. I flicked her clit in time with my pummeling.

  Her yell made my cock spill its pre-cum inside her.

  “Andrea, I solemnly swear to teach you how to breathe underwater.” I strummed her slowly now, circling, applying more pressure. “Now, come for me. Come hard and prove to me you’re mine.”

  She climaxed - screaming my name.

  CHAPTER 10

  THREE DAYS.

  Three long days since I’d seen Andrea.

  A slow-burn approach was best, nothing too drawn out. Short, sharp intensive sessions so she got what she needed from her experience and she and I could remain professional.

  The chaotic dance beat pulled me back and my gaze rose to take in the high ceiling of The Manor, its impressive light display almost blinding. We had a great view of the dance floor from our private VIP section and the booze flowed.

  But I wasn’t drinking tonight. A late night session neared. Andrea had entered my life in a whirl of wild spontaneity and I couldn’t wait to truly show her the scene.

  Perhaps, I mused, I was subconsciously protecting myself from her. Andrea had a way about her that could render a man useless if he didn’t guard his heart. I couldn’t cope with another romantic disaster. Keeping my subs at arm’s length was a specialty of mine and there was no need to break that habit now.

  Just this morning her signed submissive’s contract had been personally delivered to Enthrall by Sienna. Her shy assistant had handed that sealed envelope over to me in my office and then scurried away as though I might spank her.

  Our world - a hedonistic palace of pleasure - would always be a mystery to those on the outside. The true value of what we did at Enthrall was a well-kept secret.

  Arianna, Shay’s girlfriend and submissive, was here, as was Scarlet, Lotte, and Penny, who’d brought her husband Miles. He sat in the corner sipping a Martini, seemingly content with people watching.

  I’d looked forward to celebrating Scarlet’s birthday, and I also had some fantastic news to give Cameron, after spending the day working on his financial portfolio. But it also meant he and Mia might soon turn up their PDA. I wasn’t ready for that.

  My heart and mind was still reeling from losing my girlfriend.

  I’d thrown myself into projects at Enthrall and had dedicated the last few days going over the designs for a new playroom. The lavish dungeon with its deep reds, the finest Italian leathers, and state of the art chrome equipment was coming together perfectly.

  I tried not to dwell on that other unobtainable beauty in my life and it was working pretty well, right up until that music video came on the big club screen and lit up the dance floor. Andrea Buckingham’s face stared down with her big brown eyes full of wonder, as band member Dillon Rave dragged her over to ride on the back of his Harley.

  “Damn, that girl’s pretty,” said Scarlet, staring at up the screen.

  I was shaken out of my melancholy trance.

  Both of us continued to watch the drama unfolding - Andrea storming away from Dillon after having her heart broken, apparently, and him now acting out his regret, his deep base retelling the story of what an idiot he’d been and his hope of winning her back.

  A pang of jealousy hit me and morphed into a strange pride that the real Andrea was mine for a few weeks.

  Shay nudged my arm, his head tilting toward the screen, his expression incredulous. He’d promised to be discreet and not mention Andrea turning up at my place out of the blue. Cameron was too distracted to catch all this. He sat across from us, a laser sharp stare locked on his target, which was Mia on the dance floor.

  Arianna danced close to Mia and emerging out of the crowd was Emma, Shay’s pretty security guard. It dawned on me why she was a great addition to his team. She’d mingle easily with our women and could go into places we couldn’t.

  Cameron’s all seeing stare found Emma as she danced near the girls and her body language, though discreet, had been picked up by this master of perception. Cameron had never met her either apparently, from the way he swapped a wary glance with Shay.

  Shay called over to him. “Ex-special forces. Emma kicks ass.”

  “Good to know,” he said, smiling. “Don’t let her kick mine.”

  I moved closer to Shay and took advantage of the loud music and Cameron being distracted as he texted away.

  “I’ve been hired to train a new submissive,” I said, keeping my voice low. “Might want to alert your team the individual’s a public figure.”

  His gaze snapped up to the screen. “There’s a risk of discovery.”

  “We won’t go near Chrysalis,” I said. “All sessions will be held at Enthrall.”

  “You can’t drive yourself from here on in until the sessions end.”

  “What?”

  “If the press sees you with her and tags your license plate number you’re screwed, Richard.”

  I looked away from him.

  “It’s my job to protect you.” Shay’s glare landed on Cameron. “Does he know?”

  “Not yet.”

  The screen lit up flashes of light falling on a laughing Andrea, her hair tumbling over her face, that familiar pouty grin filling the screen.

  Th
ere were risks when entertaining celebrity clients and Cameron always had the final say on whether they were allowed to enter our elite domain.

  “Keep this private for now,” I told Shay. “It’ll be over in a couple of weeks.”

  He narrowed his gaze. “Don’t go rogue.”

  “I won’t.”

  “We’ve worked hard at hiding you away. Don’t fuck it up.”

  “We won’t be seen in public.”

  “I’ll implement the protocol.”

  I cursed the protocol and having never been subject to it before I’d always been grateful I’d avoided it. The idea of a crack squad of security officers tracking my every move made my skin crawl.

  “Tell the director,” said Shay.

  I glanced over at Cameron. “He has a lot on his mind right now.”

  “When’s your first session with Buckingham?”

  I shrugged. “Next week.”

  “Lying bastard.” He pushed himself to his feet and towered over me as though trying to grapple for alpha status.

  “What’s the worst that can happen?” I said flatly.

  “I’m upping the security at Enthrall.” He wandered over to Cameron.

  Glaring at him, I watched to see if he was about to break my trust.

  Scarlet plopped down beside me and nuzzled into my arm. “You doing okay, my darling?”

  “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  She stared into my eyes. “My office door is always open.”

  “Mine too.”

  “You seem to be taking it well—” She nodded toward Cameron, who was deep in conversation with Shay.

  I caught the words Beverly Hills and something about a security camera and relaxed a little when I realized they weren’t talking about me.

  “Cameron’s besotted with Mia.” She sighed deeply.

  “I’ve never seen him so happy,” I said. “He’s my best friend and I owe him this.”

  “You don’t owe him anything.”

  “I do, Scarlet. We all do. He’s saved us all one way or another.”

  She shrugged her resignation. “You’ll be snapped up again in no time.”

  “I’m saving myself for you, Scar,” I said playfully.

  She rested her head against my arm. “I love you, Richard Booth Sheppard.”

  I leaned over and kissed her. “I have to chat with the director.”

  Scarlet leaned back and ruffled my hair.