Revealed (6 page)

The notion of compliance stirred a tumult inside her.

She couldn’t be a participant in her own torment.

Could she?

It was an exciting thought. Amy’s face was burning with heat and she was sure her underwear would incinerate. “Yes, master.”

He studied her for a moment, then reached into his desk and removed a length of cloth, pulling it taut as if to test its strength, then making a knot in the middle. Amy watched him, mesmerized. “I don’t think you can be trusted to remain silent, though. At least not today.”

He was going to gag her.

“Yes, master,” Amy whispered in gratitude.

He gave her a stern look. “Is there a reason why you haven’t moved yet, Amy?”

“No, master,” she said and hurried toward the small bathroom. She used the facilities quickly, aware that he was waiting for her. Her hands shook as she took off her clothes and hung them on the back of the door. She washed herself, then fastened up her hair. She looked at her reflection in awe, amazed by how her eyes were bright with anticipation.

The greatest master of all was going to train her.

It wasn’t what she’d come for, but it was still going to be great.

Rex was waiting, his arms folded across his chest with apparent impatience. Amy thought it might be a show, but then she saw the erection straining against the front of his jeans. That he wanted her and this scene was exactly the reassurance she needed.

She found the paddle in the drawer, which was black and smooth. The leather was both soft and supple. She stroked it once, then picked it up.

“The cat o’ nine tails as well,” Rex said.

Amy opened the drawer a bit more and found it. It was similarly well made and black, the thongs about two feet long. There was a hard bead knotted to the end of each one.

She crossed the room quickly and dropped to her knees before Rex, offering the tools before she bowed her head.

“Very good,” he said, his voice low and silky as he accepted both. She placed her hands on her knees the way Eric had taught her. Rex instructed her to move her knees further apart and she complied, keeping her ankles together at his command as if they were bound. She felt his fingertips on her head, then he gripped her ponytail and gave it a tug. The move made her keenly aware of his presence and her pose.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded as he stepped behind her. Rex flicked the cloth around her head, and Amy bit into the knot at his instruction. He wrapped the cloth tightly around her, binding it over her ears, then made another lap with it across her mouth. It was stretchy and didn’t slip from its position, encasing her head in its smoothness. She felt bound and silenced but comfortable, too. Rex knotted the cloth firmly behind her head, giving it an extra tug to ensure it was tight.

Then his hands landed on her shoulders and his lips were against her ear. “Your safeword is red light,” he whispered. “But you won’t need it for this first scene.” He kissed her earlobe, then unexpectedly caressed it with the tip of his tongue sending a jolt through her. Amy closed her eyes, struggling against her rising excitement. It would be really bad to come soon and without permission, especially this first time.

“Remember that if you’re naughty, I’ll give you to Rick.”

Her eyes flew open at Rex’s whispered threat and she made a cry of protest. It came out as a muffled little sound, one no one would have heard from six feet away. She was keenly aware that she’d been silenced, yet at the same time, she wasn’t bound.

She could have reached up and untied the gag.

She could have stepped away or even run away.

But she stayed put in front of Rex, her hands on her knees, waiting for his desire.

It was strangely exciting to know that she could escape him, but that she was actively choosing not to do so.

It made her realize that she wanted this.

Rex chuckled, his finger trailing down to slide over her nipple. “Remember, Amy, that you agreed to this,” he murmured. “Remember that you want this, and even need it.” He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She arched her back without meaning to do so. “Remember that you are complicit and that surrender is the sweetest spice of all.”

He pressed a kiss into the side of her neck where it met her shoulder and Amy shivered. She was so aroused, so hot, that she was sure she couldn’t stand it. It was up to her and not up to her. She’d never been in the moment so vehemently. She wanted it to both go on forever and come to its culmination.

Rex’s warm fingertips were beneath her elbows, coaxing her to her feet. A heartbeat later, he bent her over the back of the armchair Athena had vacated. Her hands were braced on the arms of the chair and she was stretched to her toes, her legs spread wide, her feet outside the chair legs. He adjusted and changed the pose, ensuring that she was just the way he wanted her. Amy felt treasured to be the focus of his attention. She also felt unbalanced a bit, and vulnerable, aware that her wet puss was exposed to his blows. But complicit, because she didn’t move away.

Rex walked around her slowly, assessing the view as Amy’s heart thundered. Her eyes widened when she heard the click of a camera shutter.

She should have expected that.

Rex took another picture and another, maybe half a dozen shots all together.

Should she have counted them?

Would there be a test?

“We’re going to build a photo album, you and me,” he said in that same quiet tone, his voice revealing that he was behind her. He moved to her left side, his jeans brushing against her thigh. That would be his thigh—she could tell by the hardness of the muscle inside the denim. She felt the weight of his left hand on the back of her waist, his fingers splayed wide. His heat was tantalizingly close and she knew his cock had to be near her hip. So near. She hoped he drilled her hard when he was done. She wondered which he’d use first, the paddle or the cat o’ nine tails. She instinctively rose higher on her toes, lifting her butt for the first blow.

Rex chuckled.

The first hard strike of the leather paddle made Amy jump. It snapped against her skin, making the flesh sting. Rex didn’t tease or play. He went for it, but—of course—he hit the perfect spot. The sweet spot, Eric had called it, the place right under the edge of the butt that felt the greatest sensation. Amy’s jump of surprise earned her four more sharp quick blows, each one excruciating and perfectly aimed. Her butt was hot, the skin tingling, and she was ready for another.

But Rex stopped to tease her. Amy moaned as he slid his fingertips over hot butt in a long slow caress. He pinched the stinging skin, sending heat through her body. Then his hand slid under her ass, cupping it, squeezing it, caressing it before he drew circles around her anus with something firm but lubricated. What did he have? Amy didn’t know and couldn’t look.

She had to trust.

She had to surrender.

She took a deep breath and shuddered as she let her protest go.

“Very good.” Rex eased the tip of whatever it was inside her, teasing her with it so that the sensation became arousing. It was wet and slick, hard like a cock but smaller. Obviously lubricated. And the lubricant made her butt tingle in a way that tempted her to squirm. Rex worked it back and forth, in and out, easing it a little deeper each time.

“You need to be opened up,” he said quietly. “You need to be ready for anything, Amy. This is a small butt plug. It won’t hurt you, but I think it will add to your pleasure.”

She tried to answer him, but her “yes, master,” came out as a faint mumble. She realized he could do whatever he wanted to her, that he could overwhelm her with his strength as Eric had done more than once, and felt a frisson of panic.

His fingers stroked her ass again. “Nod your agreement, Amy. Tell me that you trust me and that you want this.”

Amy froze. She could decline. She could be in command of her own fate.

But that wasn’t the point. She was supposed to be compliant.

She nodded, surrendering to Rex’s knowledge and expertise. She wanted to know whether he was right about surrender.

“Very good,” he said, real pleasure in his tone. Amy felt a surge of pride. “The reward will be worth it.” He rocked the tip of the plug against her, taking his time, ensuring she could accommodate it, then slid it inside her. To Amy’s surprise, her body seemed to welcome it, and drew the latex inside her with surprising speed. The plug felt both huge and small, making her feel both full and sealed. It felt forbidden and naughty, and quite good once she accepted its presence.

In fact, that teasing lubricant made her wish it was bigger and harder.

Like Rex.

His fingers brushed her clitoris then, making her shiver with need.

“On your toes,” Rex reminded her, his tone more gentle than stern. “It’s time for your reward.”

Amy’s heart leapt at the prospect of orgasm.

The next strike of the paddle was sharper than the first ones had been, hard and fast and dead on the sweet spot. It startled her, because she’d expected something else. By the third blow, though, she was loving it. Amy arched her back and moaned, then lifted her butt higher in invitation of more. Rex chuckled, then gave her what she needed. The mix of pleasure and pain was excruciating, thrilling and absolutely perfect.

He spanked her and stroked her at intervals, mixing pain with pleasure in a way that dissolved every one of Amy’s defenses. By the time her butt was red hot, she was floating in a euphoric state of pleasure tinged with pain. She’d visited this state before, but never had it been so intense, and never had she wanted to linger so much. Her desire for more warred with her need for release. She thought her clitoris might explode, it was so hot and swollen and demanding.

Rex kissed her temple and she realized that her skin was damp with perspiration.

“Very nice,” he murmured in her ear before kissing it with a sweetness that made her melt. She would have done anything for him in that moment, and shivered elaborately to show her submissiveness. Rex ran his fingers lightly over her back, over her ass, between her legs. He pushed his fingers between the slick lips of her labia, then rolled her clitoris between his finger and thumb, just as he’d teased her nipples. Amy groaned from the bottom of her heart, wanting only for him to end the torture.

He stepped away abruptly, but she knew better than to look. It was so close. She was so close. She couldn’t be naughty now, in case he denied her the final culmination.

“You’ve earned your real reward,” he said quietly and she knew he was going to take her from behind.

It was about time. Amy hoped he drilled her deep and hard, filling her and stretching her and ensuring she knew she’d been claimed. She wanted to be possessed. She arched her back high again and stretched to her toes, inviting him to bury himself inside her.

Rex chuckled.

Amy closed her eyes in anticipation.

The cat o’nine tails snapped across her ass, those beads stinging hard as they connected with her flesh. She was sure it wasn’t an accident that two thongs went between her legs, those beads snapping against her aching clitoris with terrifying force. She nearly came on the spot, but dug her fingers into the arms of the chair and managed to hold on.

Only just.

She was shaking in the aftermath, though, uncertain of his plan.

She held her pose even as she shook, more excited than she’d been in her life.

“Ten more strokes, Amy,” Rex said, and there was tension in his voice. “Trust me that you need this. Trust me that it will be worth it.”

She nodded, unable to understand how she’d endure it.

Rex stroked her back and her butt, his tender touch making everything seem possible again. Fuck, he was good at the balance. Amy closed her eyes, finding the strength she needed even as she admired his technique.

“Let’s count them together.” The thongs snapped across her butt again, the sting so piercing that tears rose to her eyes. “One,” Rex said, and Amy counted into her gag with him. “Two,” they said in unison, as her first tear fell. “Three,” he said and she cried out as loudly as she could. That tumult was rising in her, challenging her will to survive the test without abandoning the pose.

Until Rex bent and kissed her stinging butt. That soft caress of his lips made her shudder and surrender all over again.

“Four,” she counted before he even made the blow. Even though the word was muffled, she ensured her understood by arching her back to invite the punishment.

“Four,” Rex agreed, delight in his tone once more. “My very good Amy.”

She had a heartbeat to feel a ridiculous thrill of pleasure, then the thongs made her gasp in pain once more.

* * *

Rex supposed that if he was going to have an epiphany anywhere, it should be when he was doing what he did best.

Doing what defined his life.

He liked how responsive Amy was. It was the perfect combination with how physically alluring she was. She was audacious but willing, with just enough defiance that her ultimate surrender was deeply satisfying to both of them. He had no doubt she’d come in a torrent when he gave her permission to do so, and he was tempted to be inside her when she did. The entire office smelled of the sweet scent of her wet puss. Her juice was on his fingers, tormenting him with the promise she offered.