Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Yeah,” Juliette said. “Like, I could totally see him keeping you in a cage when he’s not using you or giving you away to his friends or something.” She licked her lips, her eyes shining, her nipples stiff, despite her protests. “No way would I want to be at that dude’s mercy for seven days without a break.”
Amira, apparently listening to their conversation, interjected, “I don’t know about dangerous. I mean, I heard that Master Anthony personally invited him to participate in this auction. So, obviously he’s been properly vetted. Still, though. I know what you mean. He’s definitely intense. But I like that. I don’t want some touchy-feely guy. I want a Master. And he was terrific with a single tail.” She twisted to show them the welts on her ass and the backs of her thighs. “I’d happily spend a week with him, if I get that kind of intense impact play every day.”
Ellen was startled by a sudden stab of jealousy. Which was ridiculous, as she’d already ruled Master Damon out as a potential partner. She did want a touchy-feely Master, thank you, if that meant interest in a real relationship.
“So, what about you, Ellen?” Juliette asked. “How was your scene with the dark, mysterious Master Damon?”
Despite the unexpected connection she’d felt with Master Damon during their brief but intense scene, Ellen reminded herself for the umpteenth time that she was looking for a long-term Master, someone to whom she could devote herself fully and completely.
Four of the six competing Doms had stated they were actively seeking a relationship, and those were the only four she should be focusing on. Though at that precise moment she was damned if she could remember any of their names.
“Can you see yourself spending a week with the guy?” Juliette persisted.
“No,” Ellen asserted staunchly. “Absolutely not.”
Chapter 2
“Anything.”
It was, quite simply, the perfect answer. The only answer.
There had been such pure conviction in her statement, and Damon couldn’t get it out of his head. He couldn’t get her out of his head.
There had been no guile or coquettishness in those clear blue eyes. The quiet strength and openness in her gaze appealed to him. Though she wasn’t his usual physical type, he couldn’t deny the utterly feminine beauty of her curvaceous form, with those full breasts and that ass that was totally made for spanking.
Then there was her rich brown hair, which fell in a thick tumble down her back. Copper strands ran through it, catching the light as they blended with brighter blond filaments. His fingers curled into a fist on his knee as he imagined wrapping his hand in that hair, gripping it hard as her eyes widened with that powerful combination of erotic fear and desire.
If he didn’t know better, he’d think he was falling for a girl he’d spent fifteen minutes with. Damon snorted softly at the ridiculous idea. He took a sip of very fine Cognac as he recalibrated his thoughts.
He revisited his scene with Amira, initially his top choice for this week-long BDSM experiment. Like him, she had also ranked a long-term relationship at the end of her list of goals and desires. First and foremost, she stated she was seeking “intensity of experience.” It was that even more than her looks or other attributes that had made the choice a no-brainer.
Their scene had been good. Amira’s ability to handle a single tail had been admirable. She’d behaved with grace and eagerness. He’d had a sense she could have taken far more than he’d given her, and it would be fun to find out.
The odds were only fifty-fifty he’d even win one of the subs, he reminded himself. He still wasn’t entirely comfortable with taking an entire week off from his business, so if it didn’t happen, that was fine too.
A hand was suddenly thrust into Damon’s line of vision. “Tom Jenkins.”
Damon looked up at a thirtysomething guy with blond hair and warm brown eyes. He held a bottle of beer in his free hand. Damon reflexively accepted the offered hand and gave it a firm shake.
“Damon Miller,” he replied.
Tom sank into a chair kitty-corner to Damon. “That was some intense sceneing, right? I thought I’d be frustrated during the times I only got to watch, but it was almost as cool observing as it was participating. My dick’s about to explode from all the stimulation. I honestly can’t say which one of those lovelies I want more.”
Damon nodded without comment.
“Your first time at The Enclave?” Tom asked.
“It is,” Damon confirmed. “You?”
“I’ve been here a bunch of times,” Tom asserted with evident pride. “Every event they open to the public, I’m first in line. This place is beyond awesome.”
Damon looked around the elegantly furnished, spacious living room. “This is quite a setup,” he agreed. “That dungeon is first-rate, as good as anything I’ve seen anywhere in the world. When Anthony Gerace first told me about The Enclave, I had no idea of the scope and breadth of their operation.”