His tongue fought to steal back control, overwhelming my mouth, forcing me to relent to him. I obeyed his demand and he grunted into my mouth, his body stiff against mine. I closed my eyes, mesmerized by the exotic scene of him coming hard in Solene’s mouth, his body shuddering, his hips thrusting upward as she swallowed all of him.
I pulled back, loosening my grip on Solene’s hair, playing with a golden strand as she finished him off with delicate licks.
Danton crashed back against the headrest and stared straight ahead as though trying to gather his wits.
I helped Solene tuck his cock back into his pants and then secure his zipper.
His beautiful fierce eyes held mine, and I felt as though I were waking from an erotic dream.
Then I pulled away, realizing what I’d done. I’d stolen the power and made it my own.
My mischievousness had three witnesses and I’d just revealed my true nature. My future with them was quite possibly over before it had begun.
“Master.” I lowered my gaze and dragged my teeth over my bottom lip.
Silence lingered…
Again, my eyes rose to meet his. Silently, I begged him to let me stay.
“She’s an impossible conquest,” Madame said, her tone verging on anger.
Danton brushed away an auburn lock that had fallen over my eyes. “She is perfect.” He lowered his gaze to meet mine. “We promise to tame you. Would you like that?”
“Yes, sir, more than anything.” I crushed my lips to his.
Chapter 7
France
DANTON CHOSE ME. Me.
This realization felt like a sword slicing through the old binds of self-doubt that had imprisoned me all my life.
I was worthy of him.
And I, too, had chosen this man as my master and given myself willingly.
Being here was also proof that I was in charge of my own destiny. Crawling naked on the ground, all I could think of was that I’d finally made it to the house of the elite. Danton had a reputation as being one of the finest doms, and being with him filled my soul with happiness - making it easier to ignore the gravel biting into my hands and knees as I made my way toward the large house.
Danton strolled majestically beside me.
It was no surprise I’d fallen asleep beside my new master on the way here. A blanket had covered me, and I’d felt Danton’s comforting hand resting upon my body all the way. At some point I’d heard the opening and closing of the car door as Solene and her mistress had left us alone.
I yearned for my collaring ceremony and for my new master to officially make me his.
I had no idea where we were or how long I’d been asleep so I couldn’t guess the time we’d spent driving through Paris. Perhaps, had I not closed my eyes, a blindfold would have been placed on me.
I’d never know.
On my hands and knees, I climbed up the cold steps of the manor. Moving on ahead until I was inside, I passed through a lavish foyer with expensive dark wood furnishings, many of which looked like antiques. The hardwood floor was easier to crawl on. A sweeping staircase lay just ahead. This was exactly how I’d imagined a chateau would look, with its old-world style and homey decadence.
On the left was another door and to my right a hallway. The door stood ajar, and peering through I saw a large library with leather furniture and shelves stacked full of books. The room was drenched in a yellow light that beckoned me.
Perhaps I’d be allowed in there to explore. I so hoped I would be given the run of the house and be able to make myself at home in between my chores as a sub.
This was it. I was really doing this.
No going back.
A soft sigh escaped my lips and my body trembled with anticipation.
The scent of fresh-cut flowers lingered in the air - and something else - a rich aroma of spices. A masculine scent muted by tones of amber. Cologne?
“Stand.”
With my chin high and my arms behind my back with my wrists held together, I posed obediently. Master Danton stood behind me and his chest felt firm against my naked back. He reached around and with his closed fingers he brushed them fast across my nipples until they beaded and flushed, causing a wave of arousal that shocked my sex and made it throb.
My moans echoed around us.
Before Cameron had attempted to rule me, no other man had even tried. Even De Sade had merely taken me through my paces and stated I was a lost cause. Yet here Danton had taken me on, wanting to test the endurance of my sexual hunger, which knew no bounds.
He wanted to heal and free me. Cherish me.
I leaned forward as I neared climax.
The intense pleasure reached a fever-pitch. My nipples perked at the constant strumming, feeling a delicious soreness. I was groaning now, this never-ending play teased me onward, an invisible string tugging between my breasts and my pussy, making my clit throb.
“Master?” I needed permission to come.
“Silence.”
A jolt of fear slithered up my spine.
They appeared from all corners - one, then two, until I counted at least ten men surrounding us. All of them were handsome in their own way, dressed in tuxedos. I could tell they were all alpha males by the way they walked, their intimidating statures conveying a startling strength.
Their fierce, intelligent eyes focused on us, and I saw that familiar reflection of lust in their gazes. High-brow warriors ready to ravage.
My cheeks burned bright red. I was on display like an instrument, yet my arousal grew unabated.
Danton whispered. “I’m presenting you. Don’t come, slave.”
Moaning, struggling for self-control, my head fell back against him and I writhed at these sensuous sensations surging through me, pressing my breasts into his palms and trembling with ceaseless ecstasy.
He let go and nudged me forward, knowing full well he’d revved me up perfectly. He’d left me so primed, verged on the razor sharp edge of need, my sex screaming for salvation from this dreadful yearning.
Oh, my God, am I meant to be with all of them?
Reality hit me.
Ragged breaths left my lungs as the seconds passed, as I saw their arrogant expressions and the inevitability that I was theirs for the taking.
What the hell had I signed up for?
I struck a confident pose, refusing to be owned by anyone but Danton.
Rising out of an erotic trance, I spun around and stared into Danton’s eyes. His hazel gaze held mine, his irises warmed with gold flecks.
His nod confirmed my fear.
My breath caught in my throat. My fate was about to be snatched out of my control.
“Where are the others?” But I knew…
“Others?”
“The other subs?”
He tutted his answer.
No.
I fell against him, crushing my forehead to his chest with my eyelids squeezed shut. I finally understood Cameron’s warning. I’d believed I could endure anything they’d do to me, any ordeal forced upon me, but this was so far from what I’d imagined.
Danton pried my knuckle-white grip off him and turned me around.
He nudged me forward toward them.
The room was silent except for my sharp gasps of apprehension.
Surrounded by these testosterone-fueled males, I swooned with uneasiness. Despite their beauty, despite them having been carefully screened, these men of class and obvious distinction were not what De Sade had promised.
Having trained at D'envoûtement, I’d witnessed senior subs taken by more than one partner but nothing like this. These men were like fierce lions and I’d stepped right into their den.
De Sade had set me up for their pleasure and Danton was not only my master but the one who had delivered me to them.
In my mind I heard Cameron’s wisdom. “When in doubt draw on your sacredness. Empower yourself from within.”
I’d observed my brilliant master, Cole, as he’d guided his sweet
subs through their training, and having aspired to be his equal I’d observed every one of his actions during the sessions I’d been permitted to sit in on. I’d devoured each second witnessing his expert domination.
The art of masterdom.
“I should be with you,” he’d warned me during our last phone call.
How I yearned for him now.
Think. Draw on all you’ve learned…all he’s taught you.
“Bow before me,” I commanded. “I am your new mistress.”
Feeling a powerful rush of excitement, I wallowed in this moment knowing without a doubt I was ready to hold court and take command.
I hoped I could sustain this level of power just long enough to find where they’d stashed my fucking passport in case I needed it.
Their expressions were unreadable and so far they’d not moved.
My confidence grew. I said seductively, “I will bestow great pleasures on those of you who obey. Now down. On your knees. All of you.”
Danton stepped before me and blocked my line of sight. His expression was difficult to decipher. But, if I had to guess, he looked pissed off.
I placed my hands on my hips.
He glared at me. “What are you doing?”
“I’m taking ownership of this house,” I said. “Now bow.”
Danton’s angry gaze bore into mine.
I smiled proudly. “I haven’t finished.”
“Oh, you’re quite finished.” Danton grabbed my arm and led me up the sweeping staircase as a string of beautiful French words flowed from his mouth.
Something told me he was swearing.
Chapter 8
France
A CASCADING SHOWER burst over my body, warming me, and I used this precious time to rethink everything. Reconsider what the fuck I’d gotten myself into.
I wasn’t alone in this glass cubicle. Danton had stripped off his clothes and joined me in here, his bossiness continuing unabated.
With my hands splayed on the glass in front of me, spine arched, butt out and toward him, I endured the endless spanking he was giving me. There came an extra snap against my flesh as water sparked with each strike. Tranced-out dreamily, I was on the verge of coming. Now and again his hand missed a cheek and struck my pussy, and I rested my forehead on the glass willing him to miss again and again.
And he did. His palm met my sex so many times in exquisite whacks of pleasure that it sent me reeling.
“Sorry, Master.” I turned my head back to look at him.
He reached for a sponge, squirted soap on it and proceeded to brush it over my sensitized bottom. He ordered me to turn around and told me to place my wrists together behind my lower back. He washed between my legs, teasing me. I swooned when he eased apart my labial folds and caressed me there.
He threw me a stern look when a moan escaped my lips.
I went silent again, trying to endure the way he flicked the sponge against my clit.
We were both being pummeled beneath the hot water, an intimacy I continued to yearn for. I also needed to see his forgiveness for my outburst downstairs.
My pulse raced faster when I thought about having to face those men again and what they might do to me. I’d never been fucked by more than one man before. I trembled at the thought of how the rest of my day would be.
Literally fucking painful.
Danton seemed distracted and was rarely making eye contact. It had been a challenge to not reach up and cup my palm to his beautiful face to try to get his attention. His naked sculpted physique was tall and lean, and the fine lines around his eyes aged him beyond his thirty years. There were a few small bruises on both his upper thighs and I wondered if he’d gotten them from too-rough a play. My gaze fell upon his erection bursting out of dark curls.
I yearned to taste him there.
His frown deepened. “Explain what happened downstairs.”
I wiped water from my eyes.
“There was reticence, Scarlet. No, there was more than reticence. There was fear? This concerns me.”
“Are they all here for me?”
“Of course. This doesn’t please you?”
I tried to form the words that were frozen on my tongue. Fear grew into a lump in my throat I couldn’t swallow, but I didn’t want to disappoint him.
He looked away. “I know you don’t like me very much—”
“I do,” I burst out. “I like you an awful lot.”
He didn’t seem to believe me. “Either way, that’s not any concern for the purpose of the house. What were you thinking? Addressing your masters so rudely?”
“It felt like the right thing to do.”
“Clearly, it was not. Now, let’s discuss how we will move forward. I will supervise you for two days only. When you sleep, or eat. When you walk about the house. When they fuck you. Then after that I will be replaced by another dom who’ll watch over you. Turn around please.”
I obeyed with a shudder and he lifted my hair off the nape of my neck and used the sponge to caress me there.
I spun round and looked up at him. “But…all of them?”
His expression changed to uncertainty. “This is what you asked for in your written request.”
“What request?”
“Your contract. Your submissive’s fantasy?”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“De Sade sent it here.” He gave me a ghost of a smile. “I understand that a fantasy feels different as it unravels in reality. We’ll guide you through this process. We promise to honor your desires.”
“Why can’t I just skip all of this and get right to my promotion?”
“You asked for this. Flew all the way from America—”
“I didn’t request more than one master.”
His hand stilled and the sponge hovered over my belly.
“I only want you.” I wrapped my hand around his full length, and he felt like iron wrapped in satin. I felt him twitch against my palm. I considered dropping to my knees and taking him in my mouth to show him how much I wanted to be his.
His cock felt like salvation.
If I could just get him to possess me as his alone.
He got even harder and my gaze rose to meet his. I licked my lips, wondering how he’d taste.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. “But I would never be enough.” He gave a nod as though this was decided.
“But you are.”
“No, with me there are complications, Scarlet. I am only here for a while. I’m not staying. I promised to see you settle in and become comfortable. I told De Sade I’d greet you at the airport. See you safely here. This was a favor to him, you understand. A courtesy.”
I let go and leaned into him, resting my head against his chest.
He wrapped his arms around me. “This is what you requested. Full emersion. Many masters.”
“But I’m only used to one.”
He pulled back and frowned.
There was something in his stare, as though a serious thought had occurred to him.
“What’s wrong?” I said.
“Will you do something for me?”
“Anything.” Just don’t leave me.
“Sign your name on the glass.”
“Why?”
“Do it.”
I faced the shower door and with my index finger I squiggled through the misty steam:
Scarlet Winters
Danton’s eyes widened when they saw how I’d written my name. “Turn around.”
I faced the glass and rested my palms on the panel, standing still. His hands roamed over my buttocks and then slid between my cheeks, spreading them a little, moving closer to that delicate rosebud that was puckered tight. I jolted when he slipped a fingertip into my ass and held it there. My muscles clenched him.
“Scarlet?” he said. “You’ve never been taken like this ever before?”
“No, not yet.” I squeezed my eyes shut, shocked by his intimacy, feeling thrilled as his fin
ger explored as though gauging its tautness. I flinched at the pressure.
“De Sade has lost his mind.” He removed his finger and ran his hand under the water and then turned off the faucet.
He opened the glass door and got out.
I followed him.
Danton’s cold demeanor remained while he dried himself off. He wrapped a towel around his waist and then refocused on me.
Raising my hands high I let him dry me off and then dress me into a short see-through nightgown. He led me back into the bedroom and again I tried to come to terms with the fact that this would be my private room for a few weeks.
The four-poster bed was rigged out with chains folded neatly above it, silk ties hanging ready from the bedposts. Before my shower, I’d explored the dark wooden cabinet in the corner and had found so many accoutrements I was already acquainted with - and a few I wasn’t.
Danton continued to ignore me while he put on a smart tuxedo, buttoning his pristine white shirt. He slipped into a pair of highly polished black shoes. My master looked so handsome as he arranged his bowtie. He combed his hair, glaring at his reflection as though annoyed with something.
Me, perhaps?
I had, after all, made a scene seconds after arriving. Instead of kneeling before the men of the house I’d gone rogue.
Danton moved with such a refined grace that he was mesmerizing to watch - his masculine control giving him a regal appearance. I didn’t want him to leave. I already felt bonded with him. I trusted him.
And why had he asked me to sign my name in the shower?
“Have I upset you, Master?”
He sat beside me on the edge of the bed. “The contract I was sent had a different signature.”
“I didn’t sign anything.”
“I know that now.”
“What does this mean?”
“These men are ready to devour you.” He turned to face me. “This is not what you want?”
Swallowing hard, I tried to understand why De Sade had done this to me. Was this some kind of revenge? A vendetta between him and Cameron that went way back?
I looked away from Danton, too nervous to answer.
“Shit,” snapped Danton.
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