Revealed (10 page)

“Maybe you missed these,” Amy murmured.

It had been part of his deal with Joanna that the images be erased and destroyed forever. He’d kept his part of the bargain.

And yes, he
did
miss them.

He made a roar of frustration.

Amy came to sit on the bed beside him, as if they were friends watching a movie. She reached out and caressed his cock. Rex didn’t know whether to watch her face, her hands, or the slide show.

“She asked me to hack you when she wanted the pictures back. I did.” Amy shrugged, her eyes dancing with a mischief that made his heart skip. “I told her I couldn’t.”

But she was a hacker. Rex had seen what she could do.

Understanding dawned.

Amy tapped a fingertip on his head. “But I stole them from your drive, before you wiped them forever.” She shook her head. “And you never knew it.”

He frowned and shook his head, wanting to ask why.

“I thought they might be useful one day.” Amy grimaced. “I’ve been held up to Joanna’s measure for so long that I’m done with it.” She pointed at a shot of Joanna blindfolded, her lips red and her mouth open. “I like that one,” she admitted. “If you made her suck you off, I would have liked to have seen it.”

Rex had commanded Joanna to suck him off, more than once, and the memory of her red lips locked around him was enough to make him moan in anguish.

“You like it too?” Amy smiled. She swung off the bed and retrieved a lipstick from her bag, using the reflection in her laptop screen as she applied the lipstick. It was a brilliant red, a furious red, the same red that her clit turned before she came, the same red that he’d made her ass the day before.

She removed a mask from the bag, a black velvet domino mask that disguised the differences between herself and Joanna. She strolled toward him, nude except for those swinging clamps and that plaid skirt. Rex didn’t even want to blink. “Hi Reginald,” she whispered, mimicking her sister’s voice perfectly. “I thought we’d take a different approach for your interview in the school paper.” She knelt between his knees and took him in her mouth.

Rex groaned with pleasure. She kept her mouth in a tighter circle than Joanna had ever done, flicking under the hood with her tongue every second or third stroke. She massaged his balls and caressed his thighs, working him mercilessly all the while. The combination of hard and soft, of pain and pleasure, was so masterful that he knew he was going to come. Over her shoulder, he could see the relentless stream of photographs he’d taken of Joanna at The Plume. He’d missed these pictures, his deepest fantasies captured forever—or so he’d thought, until he’d kept his promise to destroy them.

To see them again was heartrending. To have a woman who was apparently Joanna tormenting him with pleasure and pain, after she’d made him helpless, was enough to drive Rex insane. He was hard and getting harder by the second, so big that it was painful, yet burning and yearning for still more. Amy worked him with her lips and her tongue, making him wild yet hungry for more. He was thrashing. He was shaking. His heart was going to explode and his skin was going to split.

But if she’d given him a command that would make her stop, he wouldn’t have uttered it to save his life.

Amy was right. She had the makings of a good dominatrix.

But she wasn’t going to be his. No, it was the principle of the thing. He had to hold out. He had to show as much command over his body as she’d shown over her own. It was a test and he was going to ace it…

Then Amy spun around, queening him before she took his cock in her mouth again. Rex was gagged to silence, yet confronted with the glistening heat of her puss and her clamped clitoris. He wanted to eat her, to tease her, to make her come, but he couldn’t do a thing. He was inundated with her scent and powerless to do anything about it. All he could see was smooth skin, all he could smell was sweet snatch.

It had been too long. He’d denied himself too much. He fought the rising crescendo, fearing he’d lose.

Then Amy dismounted, removing the cock ring with a quick gesture. Rex saw her ass, her breast, her mask, Joanna bound in red ribbon on the television screen, and he lost the battle. He came immediately, arching off the bed, sure his jizz would stain the wall. The thunder rocked his body, the climax going on and on with impossible force. He was left panting and shaking, a patina of sweat on his skin.

Still bound to his own bed.

Rex blinked in shock when Amy took a picture of him.

* * *

“That’ll take the edge off,” Amy whispered, running a fingertip down Rex’s thigh. Wow. He was magnificent. With his muscles all pumped and his skin gleaming, he could have been the perfect man. His eyes glittered like green glass, his anger at being deceived palpable. His cock, though, had said it all. It wasn’t his usual scene, but he’d loved it.

And Amy was over the moon.

Now she was going to ride him hard. She didn’t doubt that he’d rise to the occasion quickly. He was a machine. She took off the mask and cast it on the floor, then kicked off the skirt. She might as well use these few minutes to make her point.

“It’s all about secrets, isn’t it, Rex? You and I are two of a kind: we collect secrets and put them to use.” She examined the clamp on her left nipple, knowing he was watching her as much as the slideshow. Maybe more. Amy liked that. She tightened the clamp a little, allowing herself a little gasp. She knew her color rose, too. She did the same to the other one, willing to tease herself a little bit more before she let Rex remove the clamps for her. “You’re going to kiss my nipples and make them feel better,” she murmured, then glanced toward him.

Then she stared.

Amy couldn’t believe it.

The great lover Rex, the Master of The Plume, had gone to sleep.

It had to be the most massive disappointment of her life. Here, she’d been building an incredibly hot encounter, proving her mastery of sensation, and he’d drifted off, just like any other guy.

Maybe he was putting her on. She went closer and peered at him, noting how his chest rose and fell in perfect rhythm. She poked his shoulder, but he just frowned and mumbled something into the gag. She removed the washcloth she’d shoved into his mouth and he licked his lips once, barely stirring.

Amy waited and watched, incredulous, but he only slept more deeply with every passing moment.

Amy sat down on the nightstand as the images of Joanna relentlessly played on the television. She’d wanted to use Rex’s secret to push him to the edge, but hadn’t planned for Joanna to completely steal her thunder. She’d thought that the subsequent encounter would be hotter, because it wouldn’t be just for play.

But then, she’d tapped into what had to still be a favorite fantasy for Rex.

It wasn’t the first time that Amy had resented her older sister, but she couldn’t remember the last time her resentment had been so vehement.

It just wasn’t fair. Joanna didn’t even want Rex. Amy watched him sleep and admitted to herself she was even more fascinated with him than she’d been when she arrived.

That was too bad, given that she’d blown this second interview.

Amy got out of Rex’s bed, and clipped the cable tie on his right toe. She watched him for a second, still thinking he’d leap up to take his vengeance on her, but no luck. When he was completely unbound, he rolled to his side and began to snore softly.

Amy rolled her eyes. She pulled the blankets over him, feeling more like a mother than a hot lover. She packed up everything she’d brought with her, hoping all the while that he’d wake up. He slumbered on, apparently down for the count. Amy shut the door behind herself, pausing for a moment in the silent hall to shake her head at her own stupid optimism.

She looked at her cell phone, calling up the picture of Rex, bound and covered with his own semen. It should have pleased her more than it did to have overwhelmed him like that, to have made him lose control. But in a way, it had been his memories of Joanna that had overwhelmed him. Amy grimaced at the truth of it as she marched back to her room.

She found herself angry once the door was closed behind her. She was angry with Joanna, but even angrier with Rex for still wanting Joanna. Joanna wanted Mike. Rex could have had Amy, heart and soul, so easily, but once again, she didn’t measure up to her sister. She sent the picture from her phone to her laptop, and fueled by disappointment, attached it to an email.

She hit
Send
before she could second-guess herself.

* * *

What Amy didn’t see was Rex’s eyes open immediately after she shut the door. Far from being asleep, he was furious. He hadn’t been so manipulated, powerless and humiliated in a long time. As tempted as he’d been to truss Amy up and teach her a lesson, he knew that was exactly what she wanted.

And revenge, Rex had learned, was something best savored.

By the time he was done with her, she’d be begging for mercy.

Naked and on her knees.

Which he suspected was exactly what both of them wanted most.

Secrets
. Rex knew a thing or two about secrets himself.

* * *

“All good things must come to an end,” Julian said with a smile. He was waiting for Athena in the foyer, his suitcase on the floor beside him. He’d left her room early to return to his own, have breakfast and pack.

She came down the stairs at the last minute, as always, mentally reviewing her checklist. She had so much to do at Windswept before the first guests arrived in a week.

“I hope you have a good flight today,” she said, certain her satchel weighed a ton. Rick lifted it from her hands and took it to the waiting limo, along with Julian’s bag. Julian opened the door for her. It was a lovely sunny morning with little wind.

“And you, too. I hope also that everything is arranged to your satisfaction at the island.”

“I’m sure it will be. The staff are competent and well-briefed.”

Julian gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “But you like every detail to be just right.”

“It’s part of what we do, Julian. Be sure you take care of those details at your end.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t worry about it.” Julian, as always, was soothing. Athena trusted him implicitly to build legal firewalls, even as Amy built electronic ones. She was glad they’d hired the younger woman, and already had the sense that she was a good addition to the team.

“Did you enjoy dinner last night?”

“Delicious,” Julian said, giving her a playful wink. “I particularly enjoyed dessert.”

“I know how fond you are of chocolate.”

They descended the stairs together and a man bustled down the street toward them. He passed between them and the door that Rafe held open to the limo. Athena glanced after him, her eyes narrowed. He was the same height as the man in the park and moved the same way.

“Something wrong?” Julian asked and Athena knew the stranger would turn.

She deliberately glanced back to the house. “I hope I have that book of notes. Rafe, could you please get my satchel?”

“Of course, madam.”

Julian gestured and she got into the limo, where Rafe brought the satchel. The book was inside the satchel, just as she’d known it would be. “Silly me, there it is.” She opened her purse and took out her compact as Rafe pulled away from the curb, watching the stranger hail a cab.

Days and nights in the park, but he decided to leave at the same time she did.

It was all too easy to remember Amy’s warning.

* * *

Amy was sure of herself. Rex would give her that.

He’d thought she might flee or at least hide, but she came into the office the next morning as if nothing had happened the night before. She was nude, as instructed, and set her laptop on the footstool by his desk. She dropped to her knees immediately, then offered him a room key.

“I believe this is yours, master.”

“I have mine.”

“This was from Mrs. Phipps.”

“I’ll guess she didn’t willingly give it to you.”

“No. I’m sorry, master,” she said, her head bowed. She even sounded contrite.

Rex wasn’t fooled. He’d seen the glint in her eyes when she’d entered the room.

And he wasn’t going to forgive that easily.

“You came here with that all planned,” he said, barely keeping his temper. “You thought you could blackmail me into giving you what you think you want.”

Her silence seemed mutinous to him.

“Answer me.”

“I wanted to prove myself to you.”

Rex squatted down in front of her, compelling her to meet his gaze. “But you don’t know what you want. You’ve only scratched the surface of this game, and you’re too young to know yourself. I know what you want and what you need.”

“But…”

He slapped her quickly across the cheek, one good swift smack that made anger flare in her eyes. “You signed. You are my submissive. You have no opinion.”

Her lips set, but the fire lingered in her eyes.

He stood up and turned his back on her. “I should tear up this contract,” he said under his breath, knowing full well that she could hear him. “I should chuck you and your lies out into the street and forget this day ever happened.” He glanced back to find her staring at him, stricken. “Tell me what you would do to prevent that from happening, Amy,” he invited.