The girl’s whimpers competed with the buzzing, obviously enjoying the vibrations of the toy.
I shifted, feeling a sudden wave of wetness between my legs. Oh, God, was I aroused?
“Enjoying the show?”
Shocked, I turned around to find the French woman who’d put the collar around my neck at my rear. My cheeks burned with embarrassment.
“It’s time,” she said, her voice and beauty so in tune. “Come,ma chérie.” I bet every girl in this room wanted to be her.
Nodding, I waited while she secured a blindfold over my mask then with her hand on my arm, she led me down several passages. I kept pace, trying desperately not to fall and make an idiot of myself in front of this beautiful woman.
Chapter 9 - Levana
Finally, we stoppedwalking and the woman removed my blindfold. “When you’re inside, don’t make a sound and most importantly,do notdisobey the instructions you’re given. If you do, there’ll be consequences.”
I balked, my jaw dropping. “W—what consequences?” I stammered, icy panic dripping down my spine.
“That is not crucial right now, just follow the orders given. Do not remove your mask. Do not speak. Do not ask questions. Do as you’re told, and you’ll probably enjoy the night. Although, he can be a little overwhelming.”
He who, I wanted to ask but managed to keep my mouth shut.
She moved to open a door, paused, and looked at me. “It’s an honor for all you girls to be invited to such a momentous occasion.”
“You call prostitution an invitation?” I blurted.
Her hand on the large metal handle, she stared at me. “I can see why he chose you. A temptress beneath a shy façade.”
“Temptress?” What drug was she tripping on? I could do with some of that right now. Zone out with no feels. Me, a temptress.Hah!I internally scoffed. Wait till Grace heard that one. It took me a good forty-five minutes to balance on the black heels I wore, what would I know about seducing a man. I shook my head, my laugh nervous even to my ears.
One of her perfectly shaped brows lifted and I had the insane urge to touch mine, remembering how they stung when my mother threaded them. “Half the battle lies in confidence,ma chérie.”
Confidence? Yeah right. Who was I kidding? Then I remembered Aunt Trina’s advice. Believe you’re the pearl and the world will be your oyster.
“You’re beautiful. From these pretty shoulders down to those ‘fuck me’ heels. You just need to know how to use it.” She winked touching my shoulder, her laugh a musical note.
My jaw dropped.Wow.Without seeing my face, she called me beautiful. Any other day and I would’ve smiled in return. The way my insides were feeling right now, I’d probably piss myself if someone jumped out and screamed boo. Even though I’d done as much observing as the mask would allow, I still couldn’t tell where I was. Going by the décor and walls, I knew it was someplace old but well maintained. I’d seen enough archaic buildings to know my structures. A castle perhaps. Yeah, but which one. This was Europe, the land of castles, I’ be an idiot to think it was so easy to predict my whereabouts.
