Enthrall Her by Vanessa Fewings
Series: Enthrall Sessions #2
Source: Review by Request
Copy Provided by the Author
My Rating 4.5 of 5 Stars
This is the escalation of the forbidden. This is the power of Enthrall.
Deemed too feisty to train. Too defiant to dominate. Mia’s journey into the world of the forbidden takes its next step.
Richard Booth, her master, must make the crucial decision…let her go or give her over to the only man who can her truly subjugate her, Cameron Cole, Director of both Enthrall and the preeminent BDSM manor Chrysalis, and a connoisseur of the dark arts. Cameron’s gift with shaping blossoming submissives will ensure Mia reaches her potential, a destination that may take her too far.
Mia’s choices will lead her to places both within and without that she never dreamed possible.
But when her training is complete, will Cameron be able to return her to Richard, or will her transformation have bewitched him beyond repair?
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(Mild Spoilers if You haven’t read the first book, Enthrall)
“I will take you further than you have gone before. What will be left of you is that which you do not believe exists within you. I will destroy you. I will burn away this façade and I will reveal the true Mia.”
Holy fucking WOW people. This book really delivered for me.
– More intrigue and emotion
– More character development
– Infinitely more kink
When I say this book was decadent, I mean it. Enthrall Her was like being presented with a rich dessert with layers of complex and sinfully delicious flavors.
It’s the kind of thing you savor.
You devour it slowly.
Enjoy every moment.
There was a lot of quick-witted humor which helped to break the tension. This is still very much a story of healing and rebirth… Of fighting pain with pain… But the story is evolving into something glorious and I’m glad I’m along for the ride!
“You are the epitome of the sacred feminine,” he said. “Holding the evolution of your beauty within my hands brings an ecstasy like no other. You are an intoxication I refuse to live without.”
When we begin this book, Mia and Richard are at a steady-ish spot in their relationship. Mia has moved into his opulent home and continues to work as Enthrall’s Secretary.
From the outside, things seem to be going swimmingly for the couple, but there are serious cracks in the foundation. While reading book one, I was on the fence about this unconventional love-triangle… Was I Team Richard Booth or Team Cameron Cole?
By the final pages of this book, I am firmly Team Cole, but I still like Richard, even if he was largely absent from this book.
Mia and Cole were the stars of this Novel…
and Chrysalis was the opulent setting…
The irony was not lost on me that the assistant director of Enthrall was giving up the scene. For me, no less. And for all the wrong reasons. He’d made it quite clear that should I broach the subject again I’d be out of a job.
Mia is still waging a silent war with the demons of her past – she has successfully avoided facing various tragedies of her childhood by simply ignoring them.. In order to survive, she had to push forward. Unfortunately, her demons have surged to the forefront after the shocking revelations at the end of the previous book.
Richard and Cameron have insisted that Mia attend regular sessions with a therapist in order to process the shock of seeing her father again. However, Mia is convinced she needs an entirely different kind of therapy.
She’s rebelling and pushing away from the only people she feels have ever truly loved and accepted her. Richard refuses to begin her submissive training, which is causing a horrible ripple effect.
Richard can’t trust Mia to open up.
Mia can’t be trained if she can’t be trusted.
Mia begins feeling inadequate and discarded by Richard.
Richard once told Mia he would never give up the BDSM lifestyle.
Mia is finally ready for the harsh sessions of Enthrall.
Now Richard tells her it’s Vanilla or nothing.
Doubt begins to creep in for Mia.
She pulls back, afraid to open herself up to Richard…
So you see the problem…
And there’s (apparently) only one solution.
If Richard can’t bear to train Mia, he will turn her over to his best friend.
…That was the point where I stopped being on Team Richard Booth.
But that’s OK, because Dr. Cole is my kind of Dom, and his character really filled out in this book.
“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, and until now I’ve had to give you up, until now.”
Dr. Cameron Cole is Club’s psychiatrist, and self-professed Connoisseur of the Dark Arts. He is also Director of Enthrall and Richard Booth’s best friend.
In the world of BDSM, Cameron Cole is a Master among Masters. His expertise is unparalleled. His ability to profile and anticipate are legendary. He uses a combination of psychology and sexual dominance to break and rebuild the submissives at Chrysalis.
Such a fitting name for the establishment – A chrysalis is the hard casing which protects a butterfly while it transforms into a creature with wings.
The sexual chemistry between Mia and Cameron was evident from the moment they met, but Cameron was playing matchmaker – setting up Richard with this vibrant yet innocent young woman. When Richard decided he couldn’t train Mia, he turned her over to Cameron. They have an agreement. A contract.
Cameron Cole struggled to remain detached, but after two weeks of non-stop intense training with Mia, all the walls have come down between them.
Mia flourishes under Cameron’s domination, and what began as an innocent crush grew into something much deeper. She began her training in an effort to keep Richard in her life, but now her priories are shifting.
So we come to the point where Cameron must return Mia to her original Master.
Can he do it?
I guess I’ll be jumping into the next book to see what happens!
I’m holding out a (probably slim) hope that this will evolve into an MMF situation… But you know me, I’m a total MMF whore 😉
GIVING MY WRIST another pull, I tried to escape this handcuff securing me to the headboard of the four-poster. I’d been lying here for the last ten minutes, feeling a heavy mixture of arousal and frustration. Being restrained was doing crazy things to my body. My toes curled in anticipation.
Cameron Cole’s signature style was all dark wooden furniture with understated elegant pieces like this bed, that corner high-back chair, that mahogany dresser over there, and a flat screen TV halfway up the wall.
Breaking my stare from the fine silver chain dangling above, taking in deep calming breaths, I returned my attention to the décor, replaying the words I’d practiced before I left Malibu. Words that would change my life forever. The kind that meant there’d be no going back.
This wasn’t about securing your girlfriend to the bed as a precursor to a night of lovemaking. No, this was secure your best friend’s girlfriend to the bed and hope she tells you what the hell she’s doing here, dressed provocatively in a corset, high-top stockings, and a thong. My blonde locks were tussled to perfection and my makeup hid the fact I was only twenty-one. I’d gone for sex on a stick.
It was hard to tell from Cameron’s expression if it was working. Casually, he leaned against the doorjamb, his tuxedo rounding out his usual look of perfection, tieless and with an open collar, hinting he might relax that fierce demeanor.
He sipped from a glass of dark amber liquor.
“Can you unlock this?” I said.
He shook his head.
These were his handcuffs and this was one of his many bedrooms in his million dollar Beverly Hills mansion. I trusted Cameron, really I did. How could I not? He was a respected psychiatrist and he’d also been the one to get me the job as secretary at Enthrall, L.A.’s elite S & M club. A place where the rich played out their darkest fantasies. Becoming Enthrall’s secretary had seen financial freedom for me as well as placing me on a fast track to maturity.
I needed to know that look on Cameron’s face wasn’t fury.
Not that I wasn’t used to that expression, and coming from one of the most handsome faces I’d ever seen it had the expected effect of stunning me into silence. It didn’t help that his genius outshone his beauty.
Short black inky hair framed that intelligent face. A chestnut gaze saw beyond what you willingly shared. As the director of Enthrall, Cameron could hire and fire at will and he’d plucked me out of obscurity, only it wasn’t my admin skills he’d been interested in but my innocence.
He’d used me to entice his best friend Richard Booth away from his obsessive thrill seeking. Richard thought nothing of swimming with sharks as a way to get his adrenaline fix. He faced off with danger and then gave it the finger.
Still, I adored my beautiful Richard. I hadn’t known love until I’d met him. It was that love that had driven me here tonight. The willingness to do anything to save the most important relationship I’d ever had.
“Dr. Cole,” I tried again, “you told me I could talk with you anytime.”
“It’s Cameron.” He strolled on in, exuding dominance.
This was the kind of man you could tell anything to. Though I’d never want to disappoint him. Cameron set the bar so high that those around him could never reach it.
That familiar slow and steady walk, that ability to rule a room without speaking a word. It was impossible to drag my gaze away. This man left both men and women alike spinning. His laser-sharp perception ensured any outcome he desired. Yet his kindness, his ability to always know what to say and when, put you at ease and balanced out his intensity.
I wondered what it might be like to get inside Cameron’s head. Turn the tables on him for a change. That ability of his to see the truth beneath the surface of avoidance was admirable. Cameron was a mystery. Surrounded by the city’s most beautiful women, yet even after the several months I’d known him I’d never seen him with a lover. I’d merely witnessed swarms of ever hopeful submissives encircling him at parties. The lure of an impossible conquest.
Cameron perched on the edge of the bed and it dipped slightly. He was close. Too close. Close enough for me to get a whiff of his cologne that sparked every cell in my body.
He knew he was affecting me. I gave the handcuff another tug and it clanked its disapproval.
His lips curled in amusement. “Mia, if you ever enter any one of my properties uninvited again I will not be held responsible for my actions. Understand?”
I slid down the bed frame.
Focus, Mia, I warned myself. Ask him. Say it. Go through with why you’re here.
A thrill tingled between my thighs as my imagination ran off with thoughts of what I might experience if I dared to go through with this. The dominatrixes at Enthrall, the ones I affectionately called the ‘girls,’ had told me Cameron could make a woman pass out from pleasure. I believed it. He was making me lightheaded with merely his presence.
With Cameron’s laser-sharp perception, I didn’t stand a chance. He was intoxicating. Any woman would be hard-pressed to refuse his advances if she were lucky enough to get his attention. He oozed raw sexuality. The get under your skin kind. The stun you into silence kind. Even the way he set his glass down on the side table reeked of control.
Light glinted off his onyx handcuffs.
“Next time, Mia,” his tone was deep, cultured, “choose somewhere else to turn up in the middle of the night. Like Bailey’s. That’s what best friends are for.”
“Bailey’s out with Tara,” I said. “It’s her mom’s birthday.”
He picked up his drink and ice clinked. “Want a sip?”
I rested my lips against the glass where his had been and he tipped the tumbler. Bitterness burned my throat, sending a shiver through me. He reached in and removed a cube of ice and popped it into my mouth. I resisted the urge to nip at his fingers, grateful for the melting ice soothing this burn.
Cameron acted as though all this sensual tension was business as usual while placing the glass down squarely on the coaster, taking his time.
“Say what’s on your mind,” he said.
“Richard refuses to talk about it.”
“Me becoming his submissive.”
Cameron narrowed his eyes. “He has mentioned his concerns.”
Of course he had. Richard and Cameron were best friends. They told each other everything. Life had been going along perfectly well, my relationship blossoming, my trust solidifying, our intimacy progressing. It had been decided that I would become Richard’s submissive. Days later my dream had been shattered.
Everything I’d known had been turned upside down when a family secret had reared its ugliness and caused my entire world to implode. A revelation so dark that it had sent me into a tailspin.
And Richard had changed his mind.
If there was one thing I knew how to do well it was survive. Though my ability to cope was apparently freaking out Richard. He’d expected something different, a crumbling victim of her circumstances. Richard didn’t believe I could get over something so quick. Move on. You’d have thought I’d have received a standing ovation for my strength in leaving family trauma behind me, but no. Instead, Richard treated me like I was made of china.
These men were infamous for helping victims deal with their pasts. Using pain to banish pain. Not with me apparently. I was too broken even for them.
“Share your thoughts, Mia,” said Cameron, shaking me from my daydreaming.
I didn’t want to talk about any of that now. Didn’t want my father’s betrayal to encroach on this moment. Not after the courage I’d rallied to be here. I was alone in a room with the most incredible man I’d ever met, other than Richard of course, and Cameron was the one man who could save my relationship.
I needed to focus.
Not only was Cameron a master of conversation, he’d also conquered the art of silence. I wanted him to speak the words I couldn’t say.
“How long have you lived here?” I said, slicing through the tension.
“I’ve owned this property awhile. I entertain here. My family’s coming into town, so I need to prepare the house.”
“To impress them?”
“They don’t need impressing.”
“The Venice Beach house is too small?”
“It’s the location. Too many tourists.”
“What about Chrysalis?” I cursed myself for sounding so stupid.
Cameron looked amused. “I can’t have a naked gimp appear from nowhere and scare the hell out of my Great Aunt Rose, now can I?”
“That would not be good.”
“That would be very bad.” He flashed a mega-watt smile. “Very bad indeed.”
Chrysalis was a fetish manor extraordinaire, visited from all over the world by rich clients who wanted to live out their fantasies. A place where L.A.’s finest partied to the extreme, with Cameron Cole as the grand master.
Maybe I really did need therapy. I wasn’t going to let him into my mind, though. That was the promise I’d made to myself before stepping foot over the threshold of the grandest foyer I’d ever seen.
“Do you live here alone?”
“Let’s talk about you—”
“Will your dad be coming too?” I sounded casual. “That will be nice.”
“Why are you here, Mia? Straight to the point, please. It’s late.”
I could do this. I was ready. So I braced for the words I’d practiced to say.
“Mia,” he coaxed.
I couldn’t say it.
“Ah,” he said darkly. “You want me to teach you how to become a good submissive.”
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About the Author:
Vanessa Fewings is the bestselling author of the highly acclaimed erotic Enthrall Sessions.
Vanessa is also the author of The Stone Masters Vampire Series. Her romantic comedy Piper Day’s Ultimate Guide to Avoiding George Clooney, has already garnered a buzz of excitement from readers around the world. Prior to publishing, Vanessa worked as a registered nurse and midwife. She holds a Masters Degree in Psychology. She has traveled extensively throughout the world and has lived in Germany, Hong Kong, and Cyprus.
Born and raised in England, Vanessa now proudly calls herself an American and resides in California with her husband.
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