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Authors: Ella Ardent

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It would be good for his new personal assistant to learn that she couldn’t have everything she wanted.

It would be instructive for her to be reminded of her precise role.

* * *

Amy couldn’t believe it.

She closed her eyes as the hot water from the shower ran over her body, more hot and bothered and frustrated than she’d ever been in her life. Her ass was still sore from her spanking. Her butt still remembered the shape of the plug. Her nipples were tight and ached from the attention they’d been given in the dining room. Her skin was sticky, the smell of chocolate and cream overwhelming with its sweetness.

And she itched to be taken.

It had been an incredible scene. All those people, all dressed up and glamorous, all masked and mysterious.

Taking the chocolate off her with their tongues and teeth.

And she’d held the pose, letting them do whatever they wanted.

Of course, she’d behaved herself because she’s expected a reward. She’d been sure she’d be allowed to come when the chocolate was peeled off her puss. She’d been looking forward to the release, and suspected she might have screamed the house down in her pleasure.

But Rex had denied her. This was even a bigger denial than earlier when he’d chosen not to take her, and Amy seethed with dissatisfaction. The sweetest moment for her was always when the master lost control. Eric had been thorough in his domination, but when he’d climaxed, especially if it had been sooner than he’d planned or intended, Amy had known the triumph had been hers. She’d wanted to push Rex to his release. She’d wanted to see him lose control over her.

But he didn’t.

And now he wouldn’t let her climax either. If Rex thought he’d teach her a lesson about not being in control, about the rightful place of a submissive, he’d taken a good crack at it. The problem was that Amy didn’t feel very submissive right now. She felt cheated. She felt used, but then that was what Mrs. Phipps had called it. She’d done as she was told, yet had gotten nothing from it but a big long tease.

It was undoubtedly a test. It was probably supposed to break her defiance down, and increase her need to please Rex, to try to persuade him to give her a sexual release. It was probably a plan to ensure she knew her place.

But what it did was make Amy want to get even.

She supposed that reaction showed the true measure of her nature.

The question was what she would do about it.

And when.

There were two sets of showers and change rooms in the basement of the townhouse, one for women and one for men. There was a weight room down there, too, and a lap pool, because people didn’t stay perfectly trim without working at it—especially if they indulged in desserts like she had been. Amy was alone in the tiled space and glad of it. She needed to sort out her feelings and at least be able to pretend she was obedient in order to have the chance to set Rex straight.

She washed her hair, working the chocolate and cream out of it. It took so long that the shower space was filled with steam. She heard a footfall and expected it was Mrs. Phipps, come to return her to her room. If someone, anyone, had moved the couch out of the way, Amy wouldn’t be able to keep quiet for long.

She glanced toward the door and reached to turn off the shower, doubting that Mrs. Phipps would wait long for her.

To her surprise, Athena stood there, one had resting on the wall. She was still wearing her black domino mask and her auburn hair was still pinned up in her elaborate coiffure from the dinner party. She wasn’t wearing anything else, though.

Well, red nail polish, but that didn’t count.

Her eyes glinted through the holes in the mask, making her look mysterious and sexy. Amy wasn’t sure what to do. She stared, frozen to the spot, her mouth gone dry. Athena lifted a finger to her lips, commanding silence. There was no doubt it was a command. The way she moved was authoritative, and Amy found herself straightening in anticipation.

Of something.

Athena smiled. Her lipstick matched her nail polish, and Amy had the strange thought that redheads weren’t supposed to look good in red. Athena looked awesome, though. It was more than the red accents. She was tanned to a light golden brown all over, her hair removed so that her skin was sleek and smooth. She was trim and had excellent muscle tone, but wasn’t over developed. She looked healthy and young and beautiful. Amy wondered just how old she was.

Athena lowered the hand that had been resting on the wall, revealing that she held something in it. Her hand had been hidden behind the corner, and when she brought it forward, Amy was surprised. She held a dildo, but one that had two heads, like a bull’s horns. It was the same golden hue as Athena’s skin, the cocks both thick and long. She watched Amy, smiling as she bent one knee, bracing her toe against the tiled floor, and put one of the cocks inside herself.

When she stood straight again, it looked like she had a dick. The other dildo rose before her pubis, the color making it appear to be her own. She walked toward Amy slowly, like a cat stalking a mouse, her gaze locked with Amy’s. Amy watched her, a predator on the hunt, a confident woman going after the very thing she wanted, and knew in that instant who she wanted to be.

Then Athena framed Amy’s face in her hands, backed her into the wall, and kissed her with commanding ease. The dildo pressed against Amy’s hip, thick and firm. Its surface felt soft, like skin, but it was hard, just like a man. She found her hand falling to it, her fingers locking around it to work it, her reaction instinctive.

Athena laughed into her ear, then put one hand under her ass. “This time, you can come,” she murmured huskily, those eyes shining through the mask.

Then she slid the cock into Amy with a decisive drive, gripped her butt and kissed her again. Athena drilled Amy against the wall, working the dildo so that it rubbed against both of them with relentless rhythm. Amy felt her body respond instantly, smelled her wet puss, and then smelled Athena’s arousal. Athena’s eyes glittered. Her nipples tightened. Her pace increased, her teeth nipping at Amy’s throat and ears. Amy dug her nails into the other woman’s back and bucked against her, welcoming the dildo deep inside herself, and rocking with her toward release.

They came in unison, gasping with the force of it, then Amy caught Athena’s face in her hands and kissed her savagely. Their kiss was hungry and heated, and when they parted, Athena laughed. “Take tomorrow off. Sleep in, have a massage, get over your jet lag.”

“But Rex…”

Athena silenced her with a kiss. “Will get over it. Now clean up and I’ll take you back to your room.”

 

Chapter Four

 

Amy didn’t quite take the day off. She did sleep in and she did go for a massage. But she also explored the house, reconciling her understanding of its features with their specific locations. She checked the security features inside the house, which were minimal. The cameras were all turned to the outside world and just inside the entrances. Everyone inside was trusted.

That was a mistake Amy was sure they’d correct soon.

She learned where Rex and Athena’s rooms were, and she stole a key from Mrs. Phipps. She doubted she’d have much time to use it, much less another chance to surprise Rex, so she had to move quickly. She pretended to retire early, well aware of Rick watching her climb the stairs, and turned out the lights, waiting.

That guy was in the park again. She watched him through the closed drapes, from the darkness of her room, as she let the time pass.

He left at two, another man taking his place.

At two-thirty, the house was sufficiently quiet for Amy to make her move. She dressed with care, then listened at the door. She opened it to find the hall dark and quiet. She carried her supplies and slipped quickly down the corridor, pausing before the door to Rex’s room.

After all, the only way to convince Rex train her as a dominatrix was to show him that she knew how it was done.

Fortunately, she’d come prepared to argue her case.

In a way, this was her real job interview. If she didn’t succeed, she’d probably be locked out of The Phoenix forever. She had no doubt Rex knew key players in clubs around the world, and that it might be impossible for her to fulfill her fantasies anywhere.

No, she had to convince him that they were two of a kind.

Amy slid the key into the door silently and breathed a sigh of relief when the light on the lock turned green.

This was it.

* * *

Rex seldom slept deeply, but on that particular night he did. He’d been restless all week, stirred up about the temptation Amy offered, and he simply was worn out. Denied the eye candy of her bare butt all day, he managed to take the edge off his desire in the shower, then had fallen asleep hard.

He stirred at the strange sensation of something sliding around his right thumb.

He awakened at the same stroke on the other thumb and the sudden realization that he was restrained. His thumbs had been secured to the brass headboard of his bed with cable ties. Rex tried to tug them free, even before he was fully awake, and flailed in frustration when he couldn’t.

He might have spun around to work his hands free, but his left toe was secured to the footboard before he could think to move. He opened his mouth to roar, but something soft was jammed into his mouth and the only sound he made was a muffled roar. Rex was outraged and shocked. He was spread-eagle on his back in his own bed, tied to three corners. The room was dark but he could discern the silhouette of his assailant. He kicked his free leg when the cable tie touched his foot, trying to rip himself free.

“You’ll only get hurt,” Amy said sternly. “I understand that compliance is the greatest turn on of all.”

Rex bellowed in reply.

She laughed.

She turned on the light beside the bed and Rex blinked in shock. For a moment, he thought Joanna had come to him, Joanna in the plaid skirt she had worn when they were in high school, Joanna with her long hair swept off her neck into a ponytail. But it was Amy’s ass that flashed under that skirt as she straddled his free legs, Amy’s puss that taunted him, Amy’s eyes that laughed at him.

There was a nipple clamp on her clitoris. The sight of that red bud tightly secured, trapped in the clamp, wet and glistening, made Rex freeze for a moment. He was sure he’d never seen anything so sexy, and his mind easily made the connection, imagining himself, heartsick and sixteen, watching Joanna go down the hall in that skirt.

Knowing that her clit was clamped and ready, just for him.

Rex’s cock was suddenly so hard that he was left dizzy.

That pause was all the advantage Amy needed. While he was still dealing with the thrill of the idea, she secured his toe to the far corner of the bed, giving the cable tie an extra tight to make it secure.

He was bound, spread-eagle and silenced, in his own bed.

Rex couldn’t believe it.

He struggled as Amy turned to face him. She peeled off her sweater—Joanna’s sweater—revealing the clamps on her nipples. Rex squirmed at the sight. She’d done this to tempt and torment him, and he wished it wasn’t working so well. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold out, although he was determined to do it. The only thing that gave him a chance was that he’d jerked off just hours before.

“Miss me today?” Amy asked in a whisper. “You probably think I need to be disciplined right now, but let’s make it worthwhile.” She reached into a bag she’d left at the side of the bed and pulled out a leather cockring and Rex found himself straining to see what else it might hold.

“You already like this scene, I see,” she said, stroking his erection with a tantalizing light touch. Then she slipped the cockring around him and fastened it securely, moving so boldly the contrast took his breath away. He had to close his eyes for a moment to regain control of himself.

“You think I don’t have it in me to be a dominatrix,” she continued in that same sultry whisper and Rex had to look. She brushed her lips across the head of his cock, tantalizing him with a breath and a lick. Her gaze was knowing and her smile more so. “I’m going to prove otherwise, Rex. Are you ready?”

He nodded once, knowing he couldn’t be more ready for whatever she had planned.

“I told you yesterday that you need me, but I wasn’t just talking about The Phoenix.” She pulled her laptop from that bag and left the bed. From what he could see, she was hooking it to the flat screen television on the wall. She clicked her tongue in disapproval. “What was most precious to you was stolen, and you didn’t even know it. That’s very sloppy, Rex. That’s why you have to be punished.”

What was she talking about?

Her eyes glinted as she booted up the computer and a moment later the screen was displayed on the television. She was altogether too confident, more so than she had been even the day before. What had she found? Rex had only a heartbeat to wonder before Amy tapped the keyboard. A slide show of images was launched on the television.

They were of her older sister, Joanna, tied up tight.

They were the pictures he had taken.

They were the pictures he had lost.

Rex stared in awe as one melted into the next.

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