Casey's Secrets (Full Trilogy) by Ophelia Bell Page B

is real.”
    The lighting shifted around the empty bed, making me think someone was adjusting it for maximum effect, as though it were a stage.
    “Strobe on,” a voice off-camera said. My skin prickled when I recognized Max’s familiar inflection and deep tone. The scene darkened and flickered in the disconcerting rhythm of a strobe light, with a black light underneath, highlighting hidden imagery with every flash. It was mesmerizing.
    Someone laughed off-screen. “I think that’s gonna knock their socks off.”
    An accented female voice replied adamantly. “Fuck that. I hate strobes. Get rid of it.”
    “Lola wants it for the show, Aurora.” Max again. “What if we blindfold you?”
    Rick let out a low laugh next to me. “Fucking Aurora. Some performers take themselves way too seriously.”
    “Fine. Blindfold me, but you two owe me a favor after hours if I do this.”
    “Anything for you, Aurora.” A different male voice, just as familiar, answered her. I glanced at Rick, but he seemed too enthralled to notice me, his eyes fixed on the scene like we were watching his own wedding video. I almost felt like I was intruding, but the prospect of seeing the two of them in action from a distance was too enticing to abandon.
    The strobe stopped and a figure stepped into the frame. I recognized Rick by his swagger and the dark tattoos on his upper arms. The scruffy cheeks, faint laugh lines and curly blond hair I knew and loved didn’t exist on the version of him that I watched on the screen, however. Instead he was a smooth-faced young man with a buzzed head and deep tan, wearing a pair of leathers like a second skin. He was still well-muscled and toned, but not as bulky as the guy sitting next to me. I let out a low whistle of appreciation at the younger version of him.
    Rick chuckled beside me and tilted his chin toward the screen. “Wait ‘til you see my partner.”
    “How old were you?” I asked.
    “It’s coming on thirteen years ago, so … twenty-eight when we made this. About twenty-six when we started trying the lifestyle. Anytime we weren’t deployed, we’d spend weekends with a Dominatrix in the city. That would be Lola. She isn’t in this, though.”
    “You said you were her sub. Did you get tied up, too?”
    “The best way to learn how to be a Dom is to submit to one. She did everything to me before I was allowed to do it to anyone else.”
    “But you weren’t the … subs … in this, um … .” I bit my lip wishing I knew how to speak his language. I wondered if he had a video of that, but didn’t dare ask.
    “Scene,” he finished for me. “No, this was Lola’s first public test for the three of us. Max and I had worked together for about a year already. Jesus, Lola was more trying than our drill sergeant during boot camp at times. Every recruit should go through her for training, if you ask me. We’d learn a lot more sensitivity that way.”
    I snickered at his comment, but quieted when his jaw clenched. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
    He let out a snort and shook his head. “After the shit I’ve seen during service, I know a lot of it could have been avoided if we’d had her brand of discipline ahead of the military. She’s the one who taught us how to be men. All the military teaches us is how to be overgrown boys with guns.”
    He took a swig of his beer and glanced at me. His expression softened.
    “I don’t regret any of it, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he said. “Want another?” He pointed at the empty bottle that rested in my fist. I’d forgotten finishing it.
    “Sure,” I said, and released the empty. I watched him leave, too fascinated by the fully grown man now to turn back to the video. The sounds drew my attention, though, and it wasn’t sex that I heard.
    It was laughter.

Casey’s Surrender:Chapter 5
    T hree figures were tangled on the bed, one was obviously female and all of them were more or less clothed. She writhed and giggled in the arms