Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“My pleasure.”
Hannah slid into the spacious back seat. Jim shut her door and climbed into the cab. As he put the truck in reverse, Charlotte twisted around from the front seat. Long red earrings dangled from her lobes, sparkling against her shiny black bob. Her dramatic eye makeup gave her an exotic look, and her lips were painted the same shiny red as her outfit.
“You look fantastic,” Hannah said. “That cat eyeliner is super sexy.”
Charlotte tossed her hair and did a dramatic lip pout. “It’s my Amy Winehouse look.” She tilted her head to regard Hannah appraisingly. “You look amazing too. Love the hair and makeup.”
“Thanks. I finally went to the hair stylist yesterday. I got a mani-pedi too.” Hannah held out a hand to show off her pink lacquered fingernails.
“Nice. So, how you feeling?” Charlotte asked. “Ready for adventure?”
Hannah let out a shaky laugh. “As ready as I’m gonna be.”
“You’ll be fine, hon. You’ll see,” Charlotte said.
Eager to change the focus from herself, Hannah asked, “How about you? Are you excited about the ceremony?”
Charlotte bit her lower lip. “I am a little nervous,” she admitted. “I mean, I totally want to do it. But getting my nipples pierced with everyone watching…”
“You’ll do just fine, darlin’,” Jim said, placing a hand on Charlotte’s shoulder. “I promise.”
“Thank you, Sir. I know you’re right.” She gazed at Jim with undisguised adoration.
“And you will, too,” she added, turning back to Hannah. “Tonight’s the night. I can feel it, Hannah. You’re going to move from voyeur to participant, and it’s going to be awesome.”
Hannah blew out a breath, hoping her friend was right. Though the brief experiments at home with Andy hadn’t panned out, they’d been enough to let Hannah know without a doubt that she craved erotic pain. She could still recall, a decade later, how she’d shivered with dark pleasure as the leather stroked her flesh while her hands were bound to the headboard. The one spanking Andy had given her had been heaven on earth, even if he did keep ruining it by asking if he was hurting her.
She was determined not to chicken out tonight, assuming the opportunity presented itself. While excited, she was also anxious. What if she wasn’t able to get out of her own head enough to take that first step? What if she made a total fool of herself?
Chill, she reminded herself as they began their ascent into the Blue Ridge Mountains. Just take things as they come.
Jim had the windows cracked and fresh, pine-scented mountain air filled the truck’s cabin. They wound their way around a narrow dirt road and finally emerged at a large plateau. The road there was wider and paved, and a large structure was visible in the near distance.
“We’re here,” Charlotte squealed excitedly, though Hannah couldn’t yet see much by the truck’s headlights. They stopped at a set of tall gates set into high concrete walls that surrounded the place. Jim pulled to a stop beside an intercom and pressed a few buttons.
Someone spoke through the intercom, though Hannah couldn’t make out the words. Jim responded, “Hi, it’s Jim Spencer and his two sub girls.” He winked at Hannah in the mirror.
The gates opened slowly inward and they drove through. Hannah drew in her breath at the sight of the multi-storied mansion. Built of stone with wood accents, it was lit by recessed lights, the effect warm and welcoming.
A man with white-blond hair stood at attention by the curving drive that fronted the building. Despite the chill in the air, the man was shirtless. As they got closer, Hannah saw he wore a thick, black leather collar around his neck. His broad chest was smooth, save for small gold barbells through his pierced nipples.
As Jim pulled the truck to a stop, the man jumped forward to open first Charlotte’s door and then Hannah’s.
“Welcome to The Enclave,” he said in accented English. “My name is Hans.” He pronounced it Hahns.
Hannah admired the young man’s pierced nipples and slave collar. She made the mistake of looking down, her mouth actually falling open as she unavoidably focused on the sizable bulge in the guy’s black leather pants. Recovering herself, she looked instead into his face. He was quite good looking, with high cheekbones and bright blue eyes.
“Nice to meet you, Hans,” she said, pleased her voice didn’t betray her nerves. “I’m Hannah.”
Jim appeared from the other side of the truck, which was still running. He had a small gear bag slung over one shoulder.
Hans turned to him with a deferential smile and a slight bow. “Welcome, Master Jim. With your permission, Sir, I will park your vehicle. You are free to enter with your slaves. Master Anthony is expecting you.”
“Thanks, Hans,” Jim said.
Hannah nearly opened her mouth to correct the man as to her status, but Charlotte caught her eye and gave a minute shake of her head.