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)
As he’d suspected might be the case, there was no overt mention of a safeword. Anthony had explained The Enclave’s stand on safewords. They were regarded as an exit strategy for people engaging in a scene. The whole concept of a safeword, Anthony had explained, went against The Enclave philosophy of a total exchange of power between Master and slave. Damon wasn’t sure he agreed with this philosophy, but decided he’d wait and see.
He downloaded the contract and saved it to his files. Then he clicked away from the contracts page to the personal profiles of the auction submissives. Interesting that there was no section for hard limits. That made sense, though, in the same vein as the concept of no safeword. The slave trusted her Master to set the limits.
The auction subs had been allowed to indicate various forms of D/s play they found difficult, with the understanding it was up to their Master to respect or ignore the list. Ellen’s list was short.
Fisting, feces, urine, blood.
He had no problem accepting hard limits regarding the first two items, which held zero appeal. He didn’t entirely rule out the last two however. The dominant act of pissing on a slave girl as she knelt in a tub, or into her cupped hands, could be seriously hot. And knife play, with the understanding that blood might be drawn in the process, could be incredibly powerful for both parties.
This weeklong adventure had enormous potential. He couldn’t wait to get started.
Chapter 5
“I’m nervous,” Ellen confided as she packed her things into her large duffel bag.
“Of course you are,” Jaime said with a grin. “You’ve just signed up for a week-long blind date with a guy you barely know.”
Ellen barked a startled laugh. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
Jaime chuckled. “Come on, Ellen. You know you’re going to be fine. Better than fine. I wasn’t just saying that to Master Damon. You really are one of our best graduates. You’ve proven you can handle whatever the Masters throw your way.”
“Thank you for that,” Ellen said as she took her cell phone from its charging stand, swiped the screen to check for messages—there were none—and slipped it into the side pocket of her duffel.
“Master Damon is easily the best-looking of the bunch, too,” Jaime said. “He reminds me of that actor, Cillian Murphy, with those haunted eyes, the black hair and chiseled jaw. And that scar gives him a mysterious, dangerous air. You’ll have to find out how he got it and let me know.”
“Uh, right,” Ellen retorted, Jaime’s easy, friendly banter helping to loosen the knot of nerves in her gut. “I’ll get right on that.”
“And don’t forget,” Jaime added. “I saw your scene with Master Damon. The chemistry between the two of you was off the charts. Even if he doesn’t tick all your relationship boxes, that guy is not only sexy as hell, he’s a Dom to be reckoned with. If I didn’t belong to Master Mark, I might even consider signing up,” she added with a laugh.
Ellen grinned. “He is pretty hot, I’m not going to deny that. If he allows me to use my cell, I’ll text you how it’s going. And you’re right. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited.”
Her stomach swooped as she zipped her duffel and hoisted it over her shoulder. “And nervous,” she added with a grimace. “Nervous as hell.”
Jaime put her arm lightly around Ellen’s shoulders as they left the room and headed toward the stairs. “Just remember your training and your natural grace. You’ll do great.”
“Thanks, Jaime.”
At the top of the stairs, they hugged. “Good luck,” Jaime whispered.
When Ellen got to the mudroom, Master Damon was standing with his back to her. He wore a black leather jacket that fit his broad shoulders perfectly. He turned as she entered, a brow arching as his eyes traveled over her naked body.
“Which coat is yours?” he asked as he took the duffel bag from her shoulder and swung it onto his own.
“The pink one, Sir,” she replied, pointing to her full-length wool coat. “And those are my sneakers,” she added, nodding toward the pair.
“Put on the coat and shoes, and we’ll head down to the cabin.”
Ellen took her coat from its peg and put it around her shoulders. She struggled a little to get her second arm in. Apparently noticing her difficulty, Master Damon lifted the garment, helping her to put it on. As she bent to slip on her shoes, he opened the back door, letting a gust of chilly wind into the room.
“Ready?” he asked, turning back to her.
Why was she so nervous? Wasn’t this what she’d signed up for? “Yes, Sir,” she asserted, as much to herself as to him.
Master Damon led her through the swirling snow along the path to the back parking lot. There were several cars there. He stopped at a sleek black Audi. Instead of climbing into the driver’s seat, he first walked around the car and opened the door for Ellen. In spite of herself, she was charmed. Taking her bag, helping her with her coat, opening the door—whatever else he might be, Master Damon was a gentleman.