Richard's Reign (Book 6): Enthrall Novella #3 (Enthrall Sessions) (13 page)

Cameron profiled each member, taking a special interest in their histories. Reading his scribbled notes I soon learned from Cameron’s summary just who Jason Harris was according to his analysis. He’d been recruited from London via Arc’s School of Ponies, a prestigious school in Highgate that trained well and prepared a young man with a fetish for a place like Chrysalis. If I threw Harris out the damage would be long lasting. There were few places that understood the delicate management of a psyche that obsessed with not only Pony Play, but full emersion in the lifestyle. Jason had two more months left here before being packed back off to England to return to his day job working as computer specialist. The last thing we needed was a computer hacker with a grudge.

With the file put away and the cabinet re-locked I made my way back over to him. Taking my time I repositioned his bridle, running my hands over his chest to tighten the straps of his harness, and within seconds his codpiece was off and discarded on the floor, his erection rising out of dark curls.

“Well done, Mr. Harris,” I said, freeing his balls.

His cock twitched and his face flushed brightly.

“You understand your crime?” I said.

“I do, sir.” He glanced down at his nakedness and swooned into subspace.

“And you understand why punishment is indicated?”

“Whatever you deem suitable.”

“Good.”

A knock at the door indicated our other culprit had arrived.

She entered in a flurry of short stark white hair, which on a twenty-something submissive made her look nymph-like.

It reminded me of Andrea’s wig and I had to shake my head to throw out that thought.

The girl was naked, other than a red thong, her big brown eyes nervously flitting to Harris and back to me. She flung herself at my feet.

“What’s your name?” I said.

“Trixie.”

“Real name?” I said sternly.

“That is my real name.” She rose up on her heels and gave the sweetest smile.

Leaning back on the desk with my arms folded across my chest, I put my sternest face on. “So, your master leaves and you betray his trust?”

“He was the one to put us together in the first place,” said Harris. “He left for a week and we thought he might be okay with us playing together again.”

“By playing you mean fucking?” I said.

Harris peered down, his face full of shame.

“Don’t do it again,” I said.

“So we can stay?”

Trixie gasped her relief.

“Yes, but Mr. Geddings would expect a punishment.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Harris.

Within minutes I’d retrieved the small saddle from Cameron’s office cabinet and secured the leather riding equipment to Harris’s back, the size and style of the seat created merely for human pony play; a small leather cock rising out at the base.

“Up,” I ordered Trixie.

She stood before me making frequent glances over to the saddle. Gently, I eased off her thong and she parted her legs to step out of it. I threw it behind her.

“Down,” I ordered Harris and gestured for Trixie to mount.

She straddled his back and slid down onto it, her soft moan of pleasure proving that small protruding leather cock was now buried deep inside her. She wiggled her hips to better enjoy it and her thighs trembled. “Thank you, sir.”

I ran my hand over her head. “Is that comfortable, sweetheart?”

“Yes, thank you, sir.” She leaned forward, her toes curling.

“You may come at will,” I told her.

She gave a nod; cheeks flushed; she’d slipped into subspace.

I turned to her pony and said firmly, “Stand.”

He rose to his feet, balancing Trixie as he leaned forward slightly taking her weight with the ease of a primed sportsman, his serious expression that of a working pony. His erection curved and rock hard.

“Circle the office,” I said.

He aimed for the far corner, trotting around the far reaches of the room. Trixie’s moans echoed behind him as she bobbed up and down on his back, her head resting against him, her expression full of wonder - with every jerk forward that leather cock thrusting deeper.

I returned to the office chair and threw my legs onto the desk, grabbed the mouse to shake the browser awake and continued answering emails.

And finished off my cupcake.

CHAPTER 14

DOMINIC’S INTRIGUED STARE stayed on Harris as he looped around us again, Trixie’s moans proving she was cantering through her third orgasm.

“Well, if expulsion is off the table,” said Dominic, kneeling to retrieve Trixie’s thong. “A punishment might be indicated?” He gestured to the galloping pair. “Instead of this?”

I pushed my chair back from the desk. “
This
is their punishment, Dom.”

“They seem to be enjoying it.”

Harris’s face was flushed with excursion, his cock harder than ever, a shiny bead of pre-cum on the tip, his ride squealing through another climax.

Arching my fingers together I studied them as they came back into view.

“So they’re staying, I assume?” said Dominic loud enough for them to hear.

“They are.”

“I’ll have Trixie’s master call you.”

“I appreciate that,” I said. “He needs to add an addendum in his contract with Trixie that states she’s allowed to play if he goes away for more than four days. Understand?”

Trixie’s scream of pleasure made Dominic flinch. “Here, please.”

They came to a stop, both breathless and wearing contented smiles.

“You’re so merciful,” I mouthed to Dominic. “I’d planned on another hour.”

He waved to them. “Time to be bathed and fed.” Dominic opened the door and gestured towards the hallway.

Harris cantered out with Trixie bobbing up and down on his back, her face full of happiness, her arms wrapped around his neck.

The door closed behind them.

I pulled out my phone and went to text Cameron, ready to tell him what a complete bastard he was for ignoring my calls.

His number lit up my phone and I punched the screen. “Heard you’re bailing on my party?”

“I’m sorry.” Cameron sounded tired.

“I left you a message at your office to call me. Thought you’d lost your phone.”

“I’m in New York.”

The news jolted me and I sat up. “Manhattan?”

“Yes.”

This was unlike him. We usually knew each other’s moves. I buried my unease. “I wanted to give you the heads up about your Cole Teas shares. Though I’m assuming your dad might have mentioned it by now.”

“Richard.”

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Hostile takeover. Hasn’t hit the press.”

A wave of nausea hit me. “Fuck.”

The line went quiet.

I now felt like a selfish ass for hating him for going radio silent. “Talk to me,” I coaxed, unnerved at being this far away.

“I’m here to salvage.”

“How’s your dad?”

“Not good.”

I tried to find the right words to comfort him, but all I could say was, “You don’t have too much invested in Cole shares compared to the other stock, so you’re solid financially.”

“Why is that?”

“I manage your shares.” I sounded like an asshole. “Can I do anything?”

“You’ve always loved sharks, Richard. I never asked why?”

Typical Cameron, following an intuitive lead which at face value always seemed so disassociated with the subject. His brilliant mind a million leaps ahead of the rest of us.

“You did ask me once, during a session,” I said.

“That’s right.”

“I told you to fuck off and stop asking me questions.”

“I remember.”

“Hadn’t talked for weeks. You cracked me open like a nut. Used a psychological sledgehammer on me. Now you can’t get me to shut up.” I gave a sigh. “Sharks keep the ecosystem in balance.”

“You’re searching for balance.”

“I suppose we all are. You know me. If it’s frightening I have to find out why. Sharks are not unlike humans in that if you show you’re not intimidated they’ll leave you alone. Stare them off. Bully them back and they relent.” The madness of it made me laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“You were feared at Harvard. You intimidated everyone with your intellect. The girls were too scared to approach you and the men weren’t quite sure how to take you.”

“I was friendly.”

“Your quick wit could decimate an ego,” I told him. “When we first met, I was immediately intrigued.”

“Are you saying I’m like a shark?”

“You’re misunderstood.”

“You always got me.”

“Same here,” I said. “Want me to fly out there?”

“I’ve got this, Richard. This feels like self-fulfilling prophecy.”

“Get your shark fin on.”

He always led me to the clues of the subconscious and my own revelation found me in this mist of my thoughts: there was only one way Andrea could overcome her fear.

And she’d entrusted me to be her guide through this valley.

Cameron, too, was entering uncharted territory but if anyone could rise above the fray, thrive under this kind of pressure, he could. But he’d have to be willing to surrender first and Cameron was always in control. Always.

“Prepare to freefall,” I whispered.

He let out a slow, steady breath.

“Cameron,” I kept my voice low, “sharks can see in the dark.”

Having comforted him, or hoping I had, I sat back and stared at the screen.

More emails were flooding into his inbox, strangers reaching out to the club’s director. Most of them would never get to see the inside of this place.

Knowing Cameron was going through such pain made my gut tighten. He has Mia with him, I reassured myself, though now more than ever their love would be tested.

My thoughts drifted to my current client, our next session imminent. This particular subject required a firm handling. Andrea Buckingham needed a submersion unlike any other.

I lifted the phone and waited for Professor Isaac Loftin to pick up.

He answered, using his usual intense tone.

“I’m going to pay you a visit,” I told him. “I’m bringing a friend. Prepare the cage.”

CHAPTER 15

SAN ONOFRE HAD no idea it was winter; the morning sun beat down on us in a blast of heat, the breeze welcoming at seven in the morning.

I loved having Andrea all to myself. We sat on the end of the pier and ate Bagels and Lox from the picnic she’d prepared and sipped our coffee we’d bought along the way.

To any witnesses we were two lovers lost in thought, merely enjoying each other’s company. It was easy to just be with her.

We’d known each other just over a week now, yet it felt like we’d always been friends. As though she had always been waiting for me; Andrea had become a bright prelude to the rest of my life.

Within the hour we’d made our way along the pier and found our tethered speed boat.

The Monterey
swept us fast over the water and we soon left the wharf behind us.

With a thrust of the engine, I opened the throttle and it carried us out farther onto the sprawling blue ocean. We settled into this exhilarating rhythm. Andrea could escape completely out here, both of us leaving our troubles on land.

She pressed her hand down on the top of her hat to prevent it from flying off, and peered over her big sunglasses. “This is fun! What a great idea.”

I beamed at her.

Ocean spray covered us and she let out a laugh. “I haven’t been on this kind of adventure in forever.”

“We’re going somewhere very special, Andrea.”

She squealed with happiness - the thrilling view of the vast blue ocean before us, waves lapping.

After twenty minutes of navigating by way of the GPS the
Score Settled
appeared on the horizon, a
sixty-foot catamaran looming in sight.

With a thrust I directed us closer and closed the gap.

After carefully aligning alongside her I killed the engine and the water buffered us flush against the catamaran.

“We’re changing boats?” she asked.

“For a while,” I said. “Visiting old friends.”

We threw a wave above us to the three smiling crew members who leaned over to greet us. After securing our boat to theirs, I assisted Andrea up the rear steps and we boarded.

Introductions were made and she shook hands with our skipper, Isaac Loftin, professor of oceanography and his coworker, Todd Mayweather. Their research assistant was twenty-two year old Rachel McNeil. Their sun-kissed smiling faces proved they were right where they wanted to be. As expected, they were unfazed by having a celebrity aboard and went out of their way to make Andrea feel welcome.

“It’s been too long,” said Isaac, patting my back.

“I agree,” I said. “Work’s gotten in the way. I’ve missed this. How have you been, Isaac?”

“Never better. You?”

“Just wonderful,” I said. “I’m excited to be here.”

He turned to Andrea. “We have a great new satellite tracking system installed thanks to this man.”

“You’d have gotten funding for it eventually,” I said.

“Grants take too long to get approved,” he said. “Wanna take a look?”

“We’d love to.” I led Andrea to the bridge, and we stepped down into the high-tech control room. We peered out onto the front deck through the sweeping wide window and admired the new dashboard with its state-of-the-art sonar system along with the satellite tracking hardware. All housed in luxury wood trim.

“Are we going scuba diving?” asked Andrea.

“We are.”

Her face lit up. “Are there dolphins?”

“Sometimes.”

She glanced at the console. “Can you see them on the radar?”

“Yes, if they’re around.”

“What’s that?” She neared the sonar and pressed a fingertip to the screen following the blip.

Isaac appeared in the doorway. “Suits are prepped and tanks checked.”

“Thank you, Isaac,” I said. “We’ll go get changed.”

With Andrea’s hand in mine, I led her off the bridge and we descended into the lower deck.

I opened the door and gestured for Andrea to go first. She gasped when she realized she was standing on a clear glass floor. Beneath our feet was a full view of the ocean’s underwater flora, fauna, and reefs. The reflection threw a shimmering light over her face as she dared to move in farther, her dark hair glinting with highlights.