Enthrall Secrets (ENTHRALL SESSIONS 7)

by Vanessa Fewings

  I’d always lived by my own rules. No matter how hard he’d tried to contain me he couldn’t. My barefoot wildness would always endure.

  I’d come a long way from that teenager who’d experimented with her foster parents’ LSD. The drugs I’d consumed had dulled the pain of the bruises left by those the state had paid - and trusted - to watch over me.

  I told myself I was no longer that girl who pined for her parents’ attention, winning every school spelling bee and crying afterwards when no one came to watch. There was certainly no family to celebrate with me when I’d earned a scholarship to study at Harvard.

  I’d gotten hired at the Russell House Tavern, and it had only taken a month for me to get into mischief. After overhearing the whispers from customers who’d not realized I was listening, I’d learned about a private BDSM society, located conveniently near my studio apartment. Later that week I’d climbed in through the back window of D'envoûtement and fallen at Cameron’s feet.

  Literally.

  The rest was history.

  Another plane flew overhead and I had to press the phone closer to hear.

  “Still there?” he said.

  “Yes.”

  “Listen to me, Scarlet. We’re talking about a level you don’t even know exists. If you think your fantasies are dark, wait ’til you hear theirs. These men are not to be toyed with. For starters, they’ll pierce your labia with a steel tag. Do you want that? Because that will be the least of what they’re going to do to you.”

  A wave of doubt fell over me. “You told me I was the best submissive you’ve ever trained. I want to transform into a mistress. You told me a visit to France is the only way.”

  “With me. Not alone. You have your master beside you who knows your limits and can cease the play when you can no longer talk. This is a place where you don’t get a say.”

  My sex flinched with the thought of that total power exchange.

  “I’ll refund your flight. You have Harvard to prepare for. I’ve promised your lecturers that you have the maturity to earn your place at one of the most prestigious—”

  “I’d only be here for a week.”

  “You think you get to dictate the timeframe?”

  “I signed a contract.”

  “Well, I’m going to have Francois shred it. He won’t let you in. So walk back into the airport and I’ll arrange your flight home. First class. You’re in Europe so you’ll get served champagne and fresh-baked cookies. Or biscuits. Or whatever the hell they call them. Now how does that sound?”

  “I’m not going to Le Maison de Plaisir.”

  There was an awkward silence.

  “Cam, are you still there?”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I’m going to Madam Delour’s.”

  “No, Scarlet, listen to me.” He sounded panicked. “This is a bad idea.”

  “But it’s all arranged.”

  “By whom?”

  “I’m not telling you. You’ll get angry.”

  “Let’s talk this through first. Okay?”

  “It’s decided.”

  “Don’t get in the Rolls.”

  “How did you know they’re sending one?”

  “Because that’s how it’s done.”

  I thought him cruel for trying so hard to stop my adventure.

  He made a rude noise. “Tell me you didn’t go through De Sade?”

  “He’s been good to me. He’s been there for me.”

  “You spent time with him?”

  “Kind of.”

  It had been a session like no other. De Sade had punished me so very much, but I had deserved it. That scar on my thigh was testament to how hard he’d pushed me. Cameron need never know about our session - De Sade had told me that.

  During those hours with him he’d revealed our community’s darkest secret: there was one other man besides Cameron who was a true master. He could unravel my secret and splay it open - rid me of this death wish. He would be able to reach inside and save me - if I willingly gave myself over to him. This man was capable of promoting me.

  No, don’t let Cameron ruin your chance.

  I’d had no choice but to take this leap of faith. De Sade had warned that in forty-eight hours the placement would be given to another submissive if I didn’t get on that plane. And there were so many subs in line. It would take years to get another invitation as prestigious as this one. Turning down this honor now would jeopardize any future chance.

  Of course I’d run right home from work after telling my boss I wasn’t sure when I’d be coming back. I was warned my job might not be waiting for me. But this was a gamble worth taking. My destiny was a magnet pulling me towards possibilities that were impossible to resist.

  I’d quickly packed and then left an envelope on the kitchen table containing next month’s rent for my roommate, so he wouldn’t be short. Hours later, De Sade had turned up at my studio apartment with my first class ticket - one way until my return date had been finalized. It was always done this way, De Sade had explained to me. All I had to do was say “yes” to leaving right this second.

  “No regrets,” I whispered to myself.

  The shiny black Rolls appeared out of the darkness.

  “Scarlet, can you hear me?” Cameron asked.

  The limo idled on the curb in front of me.

  My heart fluttered. This was really happening. “I have to go.”

  “No, no, no, don’t hang up—”

  Chapter 6

  France

  I SLAMMED THE phone into its cradle and snatched up my backpack, running off toward the shiny black Rolls.

  I knew it was wrong to be rude to Cameron, especially after all he’d done for me, but he wasn’t going to change my mind. Giving him the chance to talk me out of this wasn’t an option.

  The gray-haired chauffeur had a handsome face and a smart hat. He walked to the rear passenger door of the Rolls and rested his hand on the latch.

  “Hello, sir,” I said, shifting the weight of my bag. “I’m Scarlet Winters.”

  “I know.”

  “How?”

  “I have your photo.”

  His hand hadn’t moved from the passenger door.

  “Shall I get in?”

  “I’m waiting.”

  Did I need a password? I hadn’t been provided with any.

  He tipped his hat and took my bag. “Remove your clothes.”

  No, he didn’t just ask that of me.

  I was tired and hearing things and this was all so new. I glanced back at the many travelers arriving and leaving and then turned to face the chauffeur again, trying to read his expression to see if he was serious.

  Self-doubt tightened my chest as I mulled over the possibility that his request was some kind of test - a proof of loyalty like no other.

  I’d flown all these miles and earned Cameron’s displeasure for it. Still, when I returned to his club as a dominatrix I’d be the toast of D'envoûtement.

  I stared at the limo’s blacked-out windows, wondering who was waiting inside.

  “Listen to me, Scarlet. We’re talking about a level you don’t even know exists. If you think your fantasies are dark, wait ’til you hear theirs.”

  Exultation rushed through me at the thought that I’d finally been given the chance to shine alongside the finest submissives. De Sade had seen my potential and promised me a referral to the highest office in Europe. Letting him down wasn’t an option.

  Fuck it.

  I pulled off my sweater and then unzipped my jeans, sliding them down over my hips, removing them. I kicked off my pumps. The ground sent a jolt of ice into my soles. Gritting my teeth, I slipped off my lacey underwear, feeling the eyes of the driver on me the entire time. I hugged my clothes against my chest.

  Standing completely naked, I willed him to open the door before I broke some dreadful law. I knew the French were open-minded but this was insanity.

  I refused to glance back and face the peo
ple who might be staring at me.

  The chauffeur gave me a nod of approval and opened the limo’s door.

  I lowered my head and scurried inside.

  My breath caught in my throat when I saw the beautiful young man sitting at the far end of the leather seat. He looked to be in his late twenties. His hazel eyes held mine and I was caught off guard by his striking features. A refined nose and high cheekbones made him look like he came from aristocracy. He closed his newspaper and placed it next to him on the seat.

  I was sure this was Monsieur Danton Belfort, the man De Sade had told me about. I’d been warned about his strict rules and controlling nature. His discipline was legendary.

  A wave of giddiness hit me. He was here to greet me and I knew what an honor this was. The pressure I felt to please him was greater than I’d expected. Still hugging my clothes to my chest, I used them as a shield to cover my body, too shy to show off my nakedness to him just yet.

  His piercing gaze felt like it entered my soul, as though somehow he knew my darkest and most daring fantasies.

  De Sade had warned me. “He is profoundly talented at punishment. He is a cruelty you will come to crave.”

  Rebellion thrummed low in my belly.

  Show me your cruelty, and I’ll show you my power.

  “Monsieur…Danton Belfort?” I asked softly.

  He gave a sharp nod, glancing over at the stern-faced black woman who sat across from him. She looked to be around forty years of age, and was absolutely stunning in that French chic way - wearing leather and thigh-high boots, her red lipstick glistening on her full lips.

  How I wanted to be her.

  A pretty young blonde submissive, around my age, sat at her feet with her head resting on her leg. The girl’s silver collar was attached to a long, thin chain and she was looking up at Madame with an expression of adoration. She had on a delicate thong and her nipples were so very pert.

  The chill reminded me of my nakedness and I sat up straight, trying to look obedient. This was what I’d always wanted, to take a chance like this and own my sexuality.

  “Are you Madame Delour?” I tried to pretend this was a normal conversation and I wasn’t sitting here stark-naked.

  She threw a wary glance at Danton.

  I wondered if I’d ever look as threatening as her.

  The pretty sub at her feet gave me a friendly smile. She lowered her eyes and settled into a luscious trance.

  Every cell in my body came alive, tingling with the call of subspace, the thrill of the dare. I felt the wetness between my legs as my gaze roamed over the handsome man whose eyes held mine. This was my new master and he was magnificent in every way. Those intelligent eyes were assessing me, his head tilted as though deep in thought.

  The limo still idled at the curb.

  Something was expected of me. I laid my clothes on the seat beside me and placed my hands on my lap.

  After another minute of silence, I breathed out to ease the tension and slid to my knees.

  I bowed my head. “Master, I am here to serve the House of Madame Delour.”

  “I hear you’re well-trained?” His silky French accent caressed me, his tone deep and distinguished. Yet, as he held my gaze, I sensed a kind of sadness…a yearning.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Your invitation was actually from the House of Hillenbrand.”

  I nodded, trying to understand what this meant - afraid that one glint of doubt would give me away.

  “De Sade sent me,” I said softly. “He says I’m ready.”

  Danton chuckled. “Let’s see.” He began speaking in French and though I didn’t understand him, I knew he was talking about me.

  He gestured for me to come closer. Pushing myself up, I bent over and moved past the mistress and her sub on my left, reaching him at the other end of the car.

  I crouched before him, waiting patiently to be invited to settle at his side.

  “Enivrante,” he whispered.

  I wished I knew what that meant.

  He reached for his zipper and freed his cock from his pants.

  My heartbeat fluttered at a million beats per second as I realized the intimacy had begun.

  Already?

  “For you,” he said.

  I hesitated, not moving.

  He leaned closer to me and wrapped his hands around my waist, the warmth of his palms feeling welcome against my chilled skin. He turned me around to face the front, and my thoughts ran wild hoping I had what it took to please him. With my arms outstretched to steady me, I lowered myself onto the tip of his hard cock.

  “You may,” he said.

  I sank down onto him and he filled me, stretching me wide until I was completely impaled. I sucked in a loud breath.

  This was too soon. We haven’t even left the airport…

  No. This merging wasn’t soon enough, and to prove it to him my sex squeezed him tightly, adapting to his width.

  “Very good.” He shifted to better position himself.

  His approval made me giddy with happiness. I relaxed as he eased my legs apart, going slack against him, leaning back and feeling proud at how beautiful we must look to the dominatrix and her slave.

  Monsieur Danton gripped my thighs. “No, Scarlet, nice and still.”

  My short, sharp breaths rose above the thrum of the engine, my erotic pose a display of a new master accepting his submissive. He explored my breasts with his delicate hands, tweaking my beaded nipples. I forced myself to remain still as his fingers trailed down to my sex and pulled back my folds.

  My clit ached to be touched.

  The other submissive was led on her chain toward me. She knelt, poised between my thighs, her stare locked on my sex, so close she could easily see me stretched wide and twitching with pleasure around my master’s formidable cock.

  Madame gave the chain a gentle tug forward and the submissive’s head came closer, her tongue reaching out, ready to pleasure me.

  Rocking my hips forward, I tried to close the gap between us.

  Danton tutted his disapproval.

  I stilled.

  His foreign words flowed like a dark poem, soothing me. I clenched him tighter with my sex and brought my arms behind my back to pose with my wrists together.

  Waiting…

  “Proceed, Solene,” ordered Danton.

  I shuddered with pleasure as the tip of her tongue brushed along my clit, causing ripples of ecstasy so intense across my sensitive flesh that I clinched my thighs.

  My master pulled them apart again.

  Madame’s hands came down on my sex to ease apart the folds for Solene.

  “Thank you, Mistress,” Solene muttered, and began lapping at my clit again.

  “More tongue,” her mistress commanded.

  The tension in my thighs made them shake. Danton’s ability to sit quietly while I squirmed and writhed was admirable. I was trying to obey and not ride him no matter how strong the urge, doing my best to prove I could pass this first test of obedience.

  Solene continued lapping at my sex with exquisite passion, moaning as she suckled. My respect grew for her with each flick of her tongue as she coaxed me closer to climax.

  The bliss I was feeling finally unlatched me from my control. I became a frenzied mess of need, thrusting my hips wildly towards Solene’s mouth as my clit begged for more.

  My moans grew louder and I slapped my hand over my mouth to suppress a scream as I came, the intensity of the blinding orgasm snatching my breath away. Danton’s hands wrapped around my waist and his hips rose as I slammed down upon his cock. He allowed me to have all of him in a show of generosity.

  When it was over, I was left shuddering, my sex stretched around my master’s girth as Solene lapped at my wetness to bring me down.

  “She’s too willful,” said Madame.

  My heart sank with those words.

  “We can tame her.” Danton eased me off him.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “Tame me, master.” I f
lung my arms around him and nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his musky cologne - his scent of sexy supremacy.

  He truly was beautiful and so very like a dark, mysterious prince.

  Together, cheek-to-cheek, we looked down between his thighs and watched Solene lavish affection upon his still erect cock.

  Jealousy rushed through me at seeing another being allowed to perform this act upon my master. He had failed to release inside me. I yearned to take him in my mouth and be responsible for that delirious look on his face, instead of her.

  Danton’s sharp eyes held my envious gaze. “Soon, ma chère. First, you must meet the others.”

  I wondered who “they” might be. Other submissives? Girls who’d become my friend and perhaps fight me for my master’s love?

  Cameron had told me I was too feisty, too jealous, too wild to be the best sub a master could have, and I’d screamed at him that it wasn’t so, that I’d prove him wrong. He’d merely given me an arrogant smile.

  Solene was sucking my master’s cock too slowly.

  Another wave of envy hit me and I had a sense that controlling this, controlling Danton’s pleasure, would endear me to him. Reaching down, I grabbed Solene by her lustrous blonde locks and gently forced her into a quicker rhythm. She groaned against his shiny tautness, and I felt him shudder.

  Up and down I guided her, harder and faster, so that her mouth worked an elegant and yet furious pace on my master’s cock.

  She took him deeper into her throat and glanced up for my approval, as though I were the master of this scene.

  I leaned in and crushed my lips against Danton’s, kissing his mouth wantonly as his tongue responded to my forwardness. His groan of pleasure proved he was enjoying Solene’s brilliant efforts under my expert guidance, her sucking louder now as she worked him furiously.

  I exulted in the knowledge that we were bringing Danton dangerously close to climax. His tongue suddenly went rigid and still as mine fucked his mouth in time with the sub. This fast rhythm was stirring her most primal desires, setting them loose. Her mouth ravaged him with bliss, proving his erection had become the center of her universe, his orgasm her obsession.

  Bewitched by unmatched pleasure, Danton’s head fell back, his eyelids closed and his jaw slackened.

  A sigh of disapproval came from our mistress, but I ignored her, not letting up as my continued strength proved my domineering edge.