Page 20 of The Deceived

“I have something for that smart mouth.” His breath tickles the shell of my ear. My body trembles and I’m not certain if it’s out of anger or anticipation. I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t turned on right now. The fact that he holds that power over me, to affect me in such a way, pisses me off. But I couldn’t shut off my body’s reaction to this man even if I wanted to. I’ve craved this intimacy with him for too long.

“Do you want it?”I do and I despise myself for it.But I don’t answer. I won’t satisfy his ego with a response.

He wraps an arm around my waist from behind, pulling me back against his chest. I’m shocked by his crass words and the swiftness of his movements. His fingers curl into my stomach, almost painfully. But something is reassuring in his touch, as if he is strong enough to shield me from the worries of the world. But I know that to be a lie. I know better than anyone what Rex is capable of. The hurt, the destruction, and the carnage.

I know first fucking hand, and I’m not stupid enough to forget it.

Unable to stop me, this damned curiosity, I whisper into the stillness of the room. “What is it?” I’m pretty certain that I know, but this is all a game to him. And I’m here to win so I’ll take the bait.

Rex moves my hair, grazing my neck with his fingers as he does, draping it across my other shoulder. I hate myself for the tingling sensation I am enjoying from his touch. His proximity is sensation overload.

“Oh, my sweet girl. I’m so happy that you asked.” He whispers sensually against my ear and my eyes close of their own accord. As he spins me in his arms, I stumble over my heels, but he doesn’t let me fall.

“What in the hell, Rex?” I practically screech, but when my eyes land on his, the lust that I see reflected at me is my undoing.

“Shhh, my little storm. We have a show to put on.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a tiny remote. With a flick, I notice the darkened window turns transparent.

He places the remote back into his pocket, and my nerves are on end. My stomach is in knots because I don’t know what I am supposed to do or what to expect. “What’s happening?” My voice shakes and my palms sweat.

“Just a little game.” Rex grips my dress at the shoulders and pulls the top of my sheer dress down over the sparkling bikini and I exhale a shuddering breath. I’m disgusted with myself for this sick attraction, yet so fucking aroused and needy for this man. But I steel my fucking nerves. I can do this. I can exact my revenge and ruin this man and his empire.

I will leave him standing in the ashes of his destroyed life. Just as he left me.

“This looks amazing on you. I’ll have more made, soon.” He runs a finger under the strap of the brassiere and I try my best not to let that single touch affect me. I focus on the promise he’s made to see me again. He is already planning it.

Weirdly, it’s like he sees me as his sex doll. Of course, Rex would consider women nothing more than playthings; something to own and use; to bend to his will. This is something I can use to my advantage. I slide my hands up his chest, pushing his jacket off his muscled shoulders, and let it fall in a puddle at his feet.

“Let’s get you out of this suit Governor.” I say as my hands glide down from his shoulders to his buttons. I undo one button at a time while he stands stock still, his eyes never leaving mine. His eyes are blazing with intention and I can see he’s doing everything he can to keep himself in check.

Rex Dean is coming undone, and I love it. I feel sexy powerful as everything I’ve dreamed of falls into place. This is it my revenge starts now.

If the governor wants to put on a show, then I’m here for it. He works on unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt while I finish the last couple of buttons. Once he’s finished, I push it off allowing the shirt to land at his feet. I take in the expanse of smooth lean muscled flesh before me.

Rex Dean may be older, but he’s in the best shape of any man I have ever seen. He’s utter perfection. The fact that I even think that pisses me off.

“I’m ready for whatever you want to do Governor.” Rex leans in close to me, his lips pecking softly at the corner of my mouth, the action causing a needy little moan to escape me.

“I like the sound of that. Come, lay on the bed.” He takes my hand guiding me across the space and then he helps me get up onto the bed. I sit, waiting for his next move but I can’t help myself and allow my attention to drift to the window. From my vantage point, I can see several couples watching us. Some kiss and lightly fondle one another as they wait for us to begin. I watch wondering who they are. What prominent man or woman is out there just waiting to watch the Governor of Tennessee fuck me. Facing him, he comes to stand between my legs.

I can’t help but look outside again and see a small crowd gathering around our window. Suddenly I feel nervous. It’s not that I mind that these people can see me in the throes of passion and whatever else the governor may have planned, but it’s the fact that this is so real. My revenge is here. I’ve waited for this moment for so long it’s almost surreal.

“Look at me, please.” I do as Rex instructs. I forget myself for a moment and just get lost in the commanding presence of this man. I enjoy having a man, a real man take control, especially this man. He’s always had this type of pull over me.

His square jaw ticks as the rough skin of his fingers grasp my chin. He may have a cushy job in politics, but he worked with his hands in some capacity, he’s a former soldier after all. As he grips my chin tighter, his thumb strokes my bottom lip. I can’t stop myself. My tongue darts out for a taste. Rex plunges his finger into my mouth, his lust-filled eyes trace every movement. He strokes my tongue and I suck on it briefly before releasing it with a pop. He raises my head with the grip he still maintains on my chin.

“This experience will be very different than our last. Do you understand?”

His voice is a barely contained growl as I answer, “Yeah.”

“No, that answer will not do. You will reply withyes sirorno sirto any commands or questions that I ask you. Do you understand, Winter?”

His green eyes blaze with barely contained lust and I squirm under his intense, smoldering gaze.Fuck this man is hot.“Yes, sir,” I reply, my jeweled panties becoming so wet, it’s embarrassing. I never realized that Rex is a fucking dominant, but it makes total sense now. So do all the toys that are laid out by the bed.

“Close your eyes my little storm.” I do as he instructs and in just a few moments, the cool silk of the blindfold brushes against my skin.

“Such a good girl.”

Of all the things I’ve ever known about this man and believe me, I’ve studied him for years, I can’t believe this, but at the same time, it makes sense.

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