Revealed (7 page)

Training her fully would be a joy.

Perhaps the culmination of everything he’d learned.

He’d inserted the butt plug on a whim, the tightness of her anus more exciting to him than he’d expected. Back door play wasn’t his favorite, but the way Amy squirmed made him think about it. He liked how red her ass was and how hot her skin was. He liked that his spanking was so evident. Fortunately, she’d be naked in the office, so he could see how long it lasted, then spank her again as necessary.

She was so willing, so ready for anything. Maybe he’d use the riding crop next time and leave his mark all over her.

Rex was nearly seduced completely, mesmerized by Amy and her charms, when he had the moment of clarity. He thought of Michelle, at home with Trevor, and felt guilty. Theirs was an open partnership, one in which Michelle had given Rex the leeway to be who he was. He had her express permission to indulge in whatever pleasure of the flesh he chose. She had the same freedom, but he knew she didn’t use it. She was completely faithful to him.

And in that moment, when Amy arched her back yet again and he admired the shape of her waist, Rex realized the reason Michelle was unhappy, the reason their partnership was faltering. He’d taken her at her word, and he’d been wrong to do so.

He should deny his urges and be faithful. That was what would make Michelle happy. That was what would give her confidence in their partnership. And that was what would ensure that his son grew up with a father.

Rex decided in that instant he wouldn’t take Amy, despite the temptation.

And she was tempting. But the way she fought her own impulses was so noble and so enticing that he wanted to take her hard from behind. He wanted her to know that she was out of control and claimed. Rex wanted.

But he knew his conclusion was right.

Rex watched her hungrily, noting every nuance of her response, wanting with all his might. He had to ensure her pleasure and get out of the room, before he succumbed to temptation. The ten strokes were as difficult for him as they were for her, but when they were done, he was so hard that he thought he might come in his jeans.

He didn’t even pause to take a picture of her very red ass.

Rex moved behind her and caught Amy by the hips, lifting her feet off the floor before driving her against the back of the chair with his hips. He felt her shock that the denim was between them and wished he could feel the heat of her red butt against his skin. She kept her hands where he had placed them, and her knees wide, just as he had posed her, but she trembled from head to toe.

Rex gritted his teeth at the combination of willpower and vulnerability.

He reached around her and caressed her breasts, rolling the nipples so that she moaned and arched her back. Her breasts filled his hands, and her skin was flushed all over. He licked her shoulder and tasted salt, his own heart thundering in admiration that she’d endured this just as he planned it.

She’d done it for him.

He locked his arm around her waist, holding her feet off the ground even as he slid his other hand through her pubic hair. In hours she’d be slick and smooth, perfectly visible and accessible, just the way he liked it. If she’d been that way now, he wasn’t sure he’d have been able to resist. Rex caught her thumping clitoris between two fingers and squeezed, making her writhe beneath him with a vigor that made him close his eyes. She moaned and seemed to beg for mercy, and he knew she couldn’t hold out much longer.

But she struggled to do so.

“You’re mine,” he told her and she moaned agreement. “You’re mine because you want to be.” She made another sound of assent, so helpless that Rex felt dizzy. “I’ll do what I want with you, whenever I want, and you’ll welcome it.” He grazed the side of her neck with his teeth, loving that she held the pose, offering herself to him even at this point. “You can come,” he whispered in her ear before he tightened the grip of his fingers on her clitoris. He flicked his thumb across the hard bead and she came with a roar, convulsing beneath him as she shook uncontrollably.

He untied the knot on the gag and left her draped over the back of the chair, not trusting himself to be strong.

It was the principle.

Rex was going to hold to it, even if it killed him.

Chapter Three

Could Rex be right?

Amy rested against the chair long after he had stepped away from her. Her skin ached but she had that glorious sense of well-being that only resulted from an incredible orgasm. She’d never felt so aware of her body, or so good.

It was possible that Rex was right about her being submissive. That scene had nearly blown her mind, both exhilarating her and leaving her hungry for more. It was possible that Eric hadn’t shown her all the possibilities.

Still, she wished he’d taken her. Even though her orgasm had been enormous, she felt an edge of dissatisfaction. She liked the feeling of a man inside her. Even though this had been incredible, she felt as if she’d left the table without dessert.

Rex returned to her side, his expression more grim than she’d expected. He gently removed the butt plug, then sent her to the small washroom to clean up. Amy did so quickly, then returned naked to the office. He pounded to the carpet beside his feet and she’d dropped to her knees. She felt more submissive, more at ease with her role.

She knelt at his feet for the rest of the afternoon to install firewalls for their computer system. He put her laptop on a footstool in front of her, and fed her croissants from his own hand.

The bizarre thing was that it felt perfectly natural.

Even being sent out to request that Rick make her a salon appointment, a task that would have mortified her that very morning, had been comparatively easy.

This despite the fact that she’d done it nude.

It was funny how quickly Amy became accustomed to being naked in the house. In fact, it had felt strange to get dressed again for her appointment at the salon. Her skin had tingled and she’d felt keenly aware of every point where the cloth touched her body.

The salon had proven to be bright and elegant, with a private room at the back. She’d been waxed and dipped and plucked, all of her body hair removed, her nails trimmed and her hair swept up into a more elegant version of her own ponytail. The women there exchanged knowing smiles, but Amy declined to enlighten them or confess her doings.

She felt cleaner afterward.

Lighter.

Yet still exquisitely aware of her body.

Following Rex’s instructions, she’d returned to the train station to get her bag, then took it to the house. Rick surveyed her when he opened the door, then he bowed his head slightly as she entered the house. “I’m so looking forward to you being bad,” he murmured, his words so quiet that his mouth barely moved.

Amy gave him a glance. “Don’t hold your breath,” she replied quietly.

“They might give you to me anyway.” He smiled wickedly. “Just because they can.”

Amy gave him her best glare. “They wouldn’t!”

Rick’s eyes shone as he leaned toward her. “They would,” he murmured and she believed him. “I like my subs trussed so tight they can barely shiver,” he said, his gaze dancing over her again. “Silent and helpless. Completely in my power.” Amy shivered despite herself at the hunger in his eyes. “Just so you know.”

Amy spun so quickly that the end of her ponytail could have snapped across his face, and returned to the office with Rex. She might have taken off her clothes again, but he shook his head. He looked even grimmer than he had after their scene, and for the first time, she wondered if she’d done something wrong. “You’ll be taken to your room now.”

She opened her mouth to protest that there was work to be done, but Rex lifted a finger.

“You’re going to need some rest before tonight, Amy.” He paused. “You need to trust me to know what’s right for you.”

“Yes, master.” What
was
going to happen at this dinner party?

“Then go and rest. I don’t have time to discipline you again today.”

“Yes, master.”

It was disappointing to see how easily he could dismiss her. He might have forgotten her presence, while she felt completely attuned to his mood and gesture.

She found herself sneaking glances at him, wondering at his thoughts, hoping she hadn’t displeased him in any way. Those concerns were more characteristic of a submissive than Amy usually was.

Could she be made into a submissive?

If it meant being Rex’s personal sex slave, it might be worth it.

An older woman came to the door as he finished speaking, her arrival obviously having been arranged. She had wavy silver hair that was cut chin-length, and was dressed simply in a black shirt and trousers.

“Mrs. Phipps, I trust you’ve made arrangements for our newest employee?”

“Of course, sir.” There was steel in her voice and she assessed Amy with a quick glance. Did Mrs. Phipps play games, too? Could she be given to this housekeeper for discipline or punishment? Could the housekeeper take her, then get her in trouble with Rex? The house seemed filled with a thousand sexual possibilities, almost overwhelming in the range of potential scenarios.

Mrs. Phipps, though, was all business. She led Amy out of the office and up the large curving staircase. Rick watched from the foyer, but Amy ignored him. He was probably trying to look up her skirt. That thought made Amy blush a bit in recollection of how red her ass was after Rex’s spanking.

Amy caught glimpses of lavish bedrooms on the second floor, then another staircase to the third floor with doors at the top. There was a plain door that terminated the right end of the hall, although Amy knew the building was longer than that. What was behind it?

Evidently she wasn’t going to find out. Mrs. Phipps led her to the left, and produced a key from her pocket as she paused in front of the fourth door.

Amy had expected a church key, maybe a big brass one, but it was an electronic key card. “Safety,” she said. “The electronic locks automatically open in the case of fire or other emergency, so even locked-down slaves are safe.”

That she could casually mention locked-down slaves was a revelation to Amy.

The light on the lock turned green when the card was inserted, then the woman opened the door. The room was larger than the dorm room Amy had shared at college and tastefully furnished. It was probably larger than any apartment she could have afforded in this city, even at her new wage. There was a full bath to one side just inside the door, and a walk-in closet opposite. Beyond that, the room was divided in half. The closest section had a large brass bed opposite a dresser. Closer to the window was a seating area with a desk.

Amy noticed two things immediately: the door was heavily insulated and there was a door in the wall between the bed and the sofa. It reminded her of the doors that could connect hotel rooms. The combination made her think of Eric.

Which made her think of Rick.

Mrs. Phipps evidently noticed Amy’s glance at the door. “Everything in this house is sound-proofed, dear.” She gestured to the door on the interior wall. “Don’t let that trouble you, dear. It’s an old house. There are servants’ passages riddling the oldest parts, but they’re seldom used anymore.”

Amy wasn’t going to bet on that. She’d have to be dumber than she was not to notice that the door on the interior wall had no lock on her side.

“I would recommend being bathed and nude at least fifteen minutes early, dear,” Mrs. Phipps said with apparent kindness. There was a coolness in her eyes, though, that made Amy wary of her. “One never knows what whim will strike.”

“Thank you,” Amy said, setting down her suitcase just inside the closet, fingering the room key that the older woman gave her. Mrs. Phipps left and Amy discovered that there was an additional lock on the inside of the door. She liked that she wouldn’t be prey to anyone with a master key, and locked that deadbolt.

The bed was inviting, given how long it had been since she’d slept. Amy was both exhausted and riding a high that would keep her from sleeping any time soon. Eight o’clock was hours away, and she feared that if she did lie down, she might drop into a deep sleep.

Then they would give her to Rick.

She set the timer on the alarm clock on the nightstand just in case, then surveyed her room again. That interior door was a concern. If anyone knew the way through secret passages, it would be Rick, and she wasn’t going to be his toy in the night. In fact, she wouldn’t put it past him to use the door, surprise her in the night and leave her bound and helpless to be discovered by Rex when she was late for work. Then Rex might punish her by giving her to Rick, and the cycle would continue.

Time with Eric had prepared her for those kinds of power games. Being submissive, though, didn’t mean that Amy was a victim, and she wasn’t even sure she was submissive anymore. She checked out the couch, glad to find that it wasn’t bolted down. It was heavy enough to barricade the door, but she was sure she could manage to move it. She moved it two feet, then took a break to look out the window.

Her window faced out the front of the townhouse, not too far from the front door. It would probably look as if she were in the adjacent townhouse. The rain appeared to have stopped and the grey of the sky was brighter than it had been earlier. There were still puddles on the road and the pavement was damp, but the few people on the street weren’t using umbrellas. There was a fenced park across the street that looked green and welcoming. An older woman waited patiently as her white Scottish terrier sniffed the grass. A man sat on a bench opposite the house, reading a newspaper, an activity that would have been impossible—or at least inadvisable—just hours before.