At His Mercy by Tawny Taylor Page B

one was the wiser. He could hear voices, Stacy’s and Becker’s, coming from down in her personal bondage dungeon, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. Being careful to avoid making any noise, he slowly descended the stairs to her finished basement, stopping before he reached the bottom.
    “You’ve been such a good slave,” Stacy said. “Come here. Serve me. On your knees.”
    W hat the hell? It seemed Kyler had been wrong about Becker. He was a submissive.
    But he supposed that didn’t mean he’d also been wrong about Becker’s reason for being in Stacy’s house . He could still be trying to manipulate her.
    There was only one way to find out.
    He raced down the rest of the stairs and stepped around the corne r, finding Stacy perched on the bondage chair she called her throne, eyes closed, Becker’s head between her spread legs. Her eyelids snapped up a split second after Kyler cleared his throat.
    “Kyler,” Stacy said, eyes widening for a single heartbeat before narrowing again.
    Becker’s head swiveled as he twisted at the waist, glancing over his shoulder. “Kyler?”
    “Don’t stop, slave.” She fisted Becker’s hair and yanked, turning him back around. “T his is quite a surprise . I didn’t even hear you knock. ”
    “ That’s because I didn’t. I… You never fixed the lock.”
    She smoothed her hands down her torso, sheathed in a red PVC corset, her splayed fingers coming to a rest just above her belly button. “I was hoping it might come in handy someday. And it has.”
    “Then you want people breaking in your house ?”
    “ Only one.”
    Kyler shook his head. “What the hell is going on here, Stacy? I came here today, thinking Becker was maybe trying to blackmail you like he did Elena.”
    “How gallant of you,” she said, a sultry smile blossoming over her face. “But you’ve got it all wrong, in case you didn’t realize that by now.”
    “Why don’t you tell me how it really is then ? ”
    Her smile faded. “ I can’t believe you didn’t p ut it all together. You’ve really disappointed me. In fact, I’ve totally lost interest in our game now .” She curled the fingers of her right hand into Becker’s hair again and pulled, glaring down at him. “What the hell are you doing? You don’t eat me like a toddler lapping at a lollipop , you worthless animal . Either do it right or leave. ”
    Was this the same woman he’d known all these years? On the outside, she looked the same. But the Stacy he knew was down to earth, easy to talk to. Outside of bondage play, she didn’t play games. “What game?” Kyler asked, completely bewildered.
    “This one. The game we’ve been playing since the day you dumped me. ”
    What the hell? “I never dumped you. We were never…together.”
    Something flashed across her face, but the expression didn’t remain there for long. In less than a blink, her expression was frosty again. “Is that really what you believe? Do I need to remind you of what you said to me?”
    Kyler was so confused, he didn’t know what to say next. Obviously, he hadn’t just misread Becker, he’d also misread Stacy. In a huge way. Looked like he’d somehow mislead her too.
    He couldn’t remember having ever said anything to make her think they were lovers. They’d never flirted. Never kissed or fucked. They’d never played in a dungeon together. They’d never shared any rea l l y deep intimacies. All they’d ever done was talk.
    “It looks like you do need me to remind you .” Cruelly, she shoved Becker’s head from her then kicked him in the center of his chest with her spike-heeled boot. “You’re done. Go, learn how to eat pussy right. And don’t come back until you do.”
    Becker fell backward, catching himself with his hands before scrambling back into his submissive position on his knees. “Yes, Mistress.”
    Dressed in her PVC corset, and matching red fishnet stockings and knee-high boots, Stacy sauntered over to Kyler,