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

She blushed wildly. “That’s very personal.”

“Andrea,” I soothed. “You asked me here.”

Her eyelids blinked rapidly; that tell-tale blush rising on her neck.

“So let me help you.”

“You think you can?”

“Most ardently.”

“How?”

“That moment when your body is coaxing you to relax and ride the wave of bliss.”

She gave a nod as her shoulders relaxed.

“That’s subspace.”

She stared at me warily.

“Go with it,” I said. “Surrender.”

Her breathing now rapid, her tongue flitting out to moisten her dry lips.

“That’s it,” I coaxed, “feel that curl of pleasure between your thighs.”

Her eyelids lowered as she tranced out.

“How does your clit feel?”

Her breath stuttered.

“Let that thrill move to your nipples.”

Her lips formed an O, her eyelids heavy, revealing that she was luxuriating in this.

“Is that nice?”

She gave a subtle nod.

I held my breath, allowing her to wallow in these sensations. Waiting, watching, and observing each and every clue to her thoughts. The way her pupils dilated…her closeness to orgasm…

The way she moved into me, crushing her pelvis against mine.

“This…” My hardness pressed against her stomach and she moved her hips, teasing, needful. “Is subspace.”

“I like it.”

I stepped back from her.

She grabbed the back of the desk, blinking rapidly, narrowing her gaze as she rose out of her trance.

I headed over to the door.

“You’ve forgotten the contract, Mr. Sheppard, Booth, Richard,” she said breathlessly.

That made me smile. “Don’t need it.”

“But before we continue—”

“Session’s over, Ms. Buckingham.”

“Why?”

“You entered subspace perfectly. You’re all good. Replicate that.”

I opened the door and left.

CHAPTER 4

MORE GUESTS SWARMED into the foyer.

Those few modern paintings hurt my eyes with their red and gold modernity of unnatural color mixes and I wondered if that was Andrea’s taste. New guests were arriving and I forced a polite smile as I weaved around them. A new challenge awaited me - leaving without having my photo taken
again
.

“Mr. Booth,” said a husky, annoyed voice.

I spun round—

And peered down at Andrea Buckingham. “Oh, you again,” I said flatly.

She folded her arms across her chest. “Mr. Booth, you might want to try a different way out. Avoid the cameras perhaps?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

She led me through the foyer to the left of the stairs and I got to witness firsthand Andrea’s enigmatic smile as she strolled past her guests, gesturing she’d be right back, their star-struck smiles trailing behind her and landing on me.

Once through another doorway and up some twisting stairs, I knew we weren’t heading outside, and I was intrigued. Within a few seconds we were standing in a screening room. Lush red carpet beneath our feet, a low ceiling, leather cream chairs and a thirty foot screen on the wall at the front.

A rush of blood went to my head as I suppressed a grin, wondering if she had an X-box set up in here.

“You owe me an apology,” she blurted out.

Having promised myself a home theatre, I took in some pointers.

“You don’t do something like that to a woman and then walk out dramatically,” she snapped.

“That’s how I always walk.”

“Are you really this insensitive?”

“Are you really this much of a princess?”

Her slap stung my cheek.

I blinked at her. “Well, glad we got that out of the way.”

She looked horrified. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

Clenching my jaw, I tried to decide just how much of a bastard I wanted to be.

“You’re a flirt, Richard.”

I shrugged. “You entered subspace. My work is done.”

She folded her arms, lips pursed, eyes narrowed on me.

“Andrea, perhaps some self-exploration would benefit you.” As she continued to glare at me, I added, “You’re having an issue letting go.”

“I can let go.”

“Do you believe you deserve pleasure?”

“Yes, if I’ve earned it.”

I took a moment to consider that. “Perhaps you could book a session with a friend of mine. This is his specialty. He has connections to Enthrall and—”

“Dr. Cameron Cole?”

I arched a curious brow.

Andrea knew a lot more then she was letting on.

“Richard, apparently you’re a little more…”

“More?”

“Less controversial.”

How the hell did she know that about Cam?

I also doubted he’d take her on right now. He was too far gone with his new sub and probably not in the right head space.

It was time to shut this down. “How much time do we have?”

“Two weeks.”

“Then you’re back on set?”

“Yes.”

“Do you feel comfortable with your co-star?”

“Yes, he’s actually pretty hot.” She blushed. “Though he’s probably going to get a new leading lady if I can’t pull this off.”

“What kind of experience are you looking for?”

“Full emersion.”

I pulled back on a grin. That would fucking kill her.

She placed her hands on her hips and something told me I would enjoy punishing the petulance out of her.

“Two weeks?” I said. “I can work with that.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I’ll introduce you to BDSM.” I lowered my gaze. “Gently.”

She pressed her hand against her chest. “I’ll be your submissive?”

Her face flushed wildly and she looked adorable, her happiness lighting up the room as though she’d been nominated for an academy award instead of agreeing to be lectured for a couple of weeks by my cock.

“Andrea, you have no idea what this means, do you?”

“Not too much pain though, right?”

I was half believing my own lie this was going to happen. “We’ll focus on pleasure.”

A wave of guilt washed over me that her happiness was going to be short-lived. I was about to rock her world and not in a good way. “Do you agree to obey every order?”

As expected, her joy muted into uncertainty. She hadn’t thought this through, apparently.

I ran with it. “Break one order and our agreement ends. Do you understand?”

She nodded. “Thank you,” she said. “Let’s go and get a drink to celebrate.”

“Andrea,” I said firmly. “First you must pass the initiation.”

She leaned against the back of one of the leather seats.

“Conduct yourself well during this first test and our agreement stands.”

“Test?”

“I’ll agree to sign your contract so you can relax and enjoy your first session.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

“Are we going to make love?”

“You mean fuck? No, you have to earn that right.”

She played with a strand of dark hair, twisting it in her hand. “What do you have in mind?”

“Go get your vibrator and bring it to me.”

Her cheeks flushed wildly.

And I readied myself for another slap. “Something wrong, sub?”

“I only have a magic bullet.”

The visual was enticing.

She looked uncertain. “What are you going to do with it?”

“Meet me back in your office.” I glanced at my watch. “You have five minutes. Remove your panties before you present yourself to me.”

“Perhaps I can meet you at Enthrall on Monday?” She looked at the door. “My party’s started.”

“Perhaps you’ve failed the initiation.”

“Does it have to start like this?”

“Trust is the foundation of a master and submissive relationship.”

She swallowed hard and broke my gaze.

I felt a dull ache of regret this was over, that I’d never know her.

Andrea turned to face me and moved closer.

I readied for that final slap—

She fell to her knees before me and bowed her head.

CHAPTER 5

MY BASTARD DEMEANOR fell away.

Minutes ago, Andrea had quickly risen and left the room to go and retrieve her toy in a flurry of excitement, her cheeks flushed with girly enthusiasm.

She’d performed some kind of Houdini trick on my emotions. My imagination ran wild with all the fun we’d have.

Her mouth was so damn fuckable.

All roguish thoughts morphed into the urge to do the right thing, to get the hell out of here and not going through with this.

And yet here I was heading back to the study.

Her soft floral perfume lingered in her office - that feminine allure that could render a man useless if he let it.

You’re going to leave her a note,
I reasoned as I pulled one of her notepads towards me and looked for a pen. I scribbled Scarlet Winter’s name and number, thinking this renowned dominatrix was a better fit for Andrea. For God’s sake, I’d given my last submissive to my best friend to train, that was how averse I was to taking on the inexperienced.

And look where that got you.

The responsibility of mastering a newbie weighed heavily. Very often as the woman explored her sexuality through BDSM for the first time she’d break down into a quivering mess, her psyche surrendering and her heart rejoicing that freedom on this level was possible.

I’d always avoided this stage, choosing instead to take on a sub after they no longer needed to be guided through scenes.

I didn’t do vulnerable.

And even if Andrea could never be considered vulnerable, her motivation for putting herself through this was all wrong. Ambition having gotten a hold of her heart and twisting it, forcing her to compromise. Afterward, when she’d reassessed what she’d done for her career the fallout was going to be epic.

I wanted no part of it.

My note was written quickly; a succinct scribbling of thoughts. A session with a dominatrix was more advisable, I told Andrea, reassuring her that my Senior Mistress at Enthrall would be able to handle this.
Handle her.

A knock startled me and I raised my head to see Andrea standing in the doorway, holding a small box.

She turned and locked the door.

My brain ran through the same excuses I’d been honest about in her note.

She’d changed into a printed wrap dress and as she came closer she tugged the waistband and it fell to her side, her free hand pulling back the material to reveal she’d already removed her bra and panties. Her body was stunningly curvy; breasts pert, nipples pink and erect, that line of pubic hair so inviting, her breathing rapid as she pushed through her bravery.

“Andrea.”

She fell to her knees and peered up at me. “Master.” She held the box out.

I took it from her.

“I couldn’t sleep last night,” she whispered. “Knowing I was going to meet you today.”

“Who told you about me?” I assumed it was the same person who’d advised her to bow.

Andrea stared up, her eyes wide, her lips pouty, ready to pleasure.

“Tell me,” I said firmly, resting the box on the desk.

She hesitated.

And then it hit me—

A woman of this caliber could only come from one man, Cameron
fucking
Cole. The same man who’d set me up with Mia Lauren in an elaborate scheme to force me out of my depression.

The bastard had done it again.

It made sense now…Sienna knowing where I lived, her following me to the jump, her mentioning her boss’s dilemma - all a brilliant ruse. I’d felt sorry for Andrea, even though she was probably already a well-trained submissive. She moved too elegantly, her gaze full of respect, awe even, her feminine guile stealing my thoughts and wrapping them around her little finger.

Fuck all of them.

Hadn’t they done enough damage?

Being here was too much of a coincidence. Cameron had manipulated my ego, knowing full well I’d wallow in the idea of a stunning brunette of this caliber needing me. He always went for my kind side, which was evidently my weak side.

“Stand.”

She rose to her feet and her gaze flitted to the box and then back to me.

I moved away from the desk and gestured she was to stand there now, my hands wrapping around her waist as I lifted her and sat on her on the edge. Seductively, I eased the material off both her shoulders, peeling it off her and it fell around her down to the desk, leaving her naked.

“Good girl,” I said.

Her floral perfume filled my senses, her delicate sex alluring.

“We’ll go slowly,” I whispered, playing along, observing how easily she slid into the scene.

“Thank you, Richard - I mean, Master.”

“Better.” I ran my hand over her breasts, circling her nipples, avoiding the need to pinch hard, after all I’d promised no pain. “How often do you use your toy?” I took it out of the box and revved it up. Lifting it to her breast, I rested it on her nipple and pummeled the edge of her areola.

“Not that often.” Her jaw slackened.

“Why is that?”

“Don’t know,” she burst out, her expression one of surprise.

“Show me how you use it,” I said. “Down there.”

She shook her head.

“Are you disobeying me?”

She took the bullet from me and lowered it between her thighs, her cheeks ablaze as she rested it on her clit. She let out a soft moan of pleasure, thrumming the toy up and along. Her expression changed to wonder and as I witnessed her lips quiver, her throat tighten, her blush reaching her chest.

I squeezed my eyes shut to better think. Her stunning beauty was distracting. She had this mystical look about her. And I could see where the Hepburn comparison came from.

Faking these tell-tale traits hinting at inexperience wasn’t possible. Or was it? Had Cameron chosen a renowned actress not because of her appeal but her ability to fool me?

Was Andrea Buckingham my consolation prize for losing Mia?

I eased the toy away from her.

She stared at me wantonly, needful of its return.

“Who told you about me?” I said. “You don’t come until you tell me.”

“I promised,” she said, her finger tracing her clit.

“No clit play.” I knocked her hand away. Holding her labia apart, my fingertip accidently grazed that erect nub, causing her head to loll back. “Not until you say his name.”