Sacred Revelations by Harte Roxy Page B

him. Knowing that should make a difference. It doesn’t. I have fallen in love with her and Garrett needs to know that. If I were an honorable man, I’d tell him, before one of us gets hurt.
    Maybe tomorrow, or the next day. Or, I could wait until this wears off. Why cause a problem if there is no problem?
    Soon, she will return to him and all will be right with the world again.
    I stroke her cheek and she opens her eyes. “Lord Fyre?”
    “Do you want to play, sweetheart?”
    She smiles, sweetly, naughtily, the corners of her mouth barely curving. God, she is so sexy when she smiles at me like that, it touches something in my core. Smiling and stretching, making still sleepy sounds that wrap around me, making me want her desperately. Nodding, she says, “Let the games begin.”
    I smile at her, laughing lightly at her pure, innocent enthusiasm. Her smile brightens, though if she knew what I had planned for her she might not be smiling at all. She might be terrified. But she isn’t terrified, she trusts me, and it is her total trust that has lured me in. I’m in love with her. Lightly, I ask, “Can you swim?”

    My friend Bob, from my soccer team not the SM world I mostly travel, is a deep-sea fisherman by trade and, as such, owns a fairly large vessel. When I am possessed by the need for high sea and adventure, he can usually come through for me with ready, willing and able transportation. Today, I needed a few extras, and in true Bob fashion, he came through for me.
    Kitten caged is a beautiful sight.
    Cuffed and shackled to the inside of a shark cage, she eyes me warily. I am in a wet suit, she is naked.
    The water is going to be cold. That I plan for us to go into the water didn’t cause her much alarm. That I am suited up with an oxygen tank and she is not has her slightly nervous. Okay, she’s scared shitless. I can see it in her eyes, even through the mask I put over her eyes so that she will be able to see clearly under water. She handles scared shitless very well—just one of the many things I love about her.
    “Ready?” Bob asks, a note of unease in his own voice. The only point in my favor is that when I drag him out on these excursions I pay him very well for his time and I haven’t killed anyone. Scared us, me included, a few times, but nothing we haven’t lived to laugh about.
    With my nod, he hits the controlling switch that will swing her cage out over the side of the boat. It is only when she hangs suspended above the ocean, her feet getting wet, that she cries out, “Lord Fyre!”
    I smile and wink, Bob drops the cage with a splash and we watch as it slowly settles into the waves, she only waist deep.
    “You asked me if I could swim,” she tries to joke, twisting her wrists in her shackles, trying to get free.
    “I want to remind you, Lord Fyre, that I can’t breathe underwater.”
    “Trust me,” I call out to her. “It’s all I ask.”
    The cage continues to sink, leaving her chin deep. “Oh shit,” she says, still trying to tug free.
    “Inhale, Sophia!” I command, screaming over the noise of the boat just before she goes under.
    Bob glances at his watch nervously. “What was the plan from here?”
    I pat his back. “I’m not going to let her drown, brother. You take care of the fresh meat. I’ll take care of the girl.”
    Adjusting my tanks and regulator, I prepare to enter the water. Watching him pull fresh, bloody meat from a sack, I drop into the ocean, taking only a second underwater to get my bearings on the cage. It has been less than two minutes—she isn’t struggling in the water. She hangs suspended, eyes closed. For a second I am nervous, my own breath catching. Wrapping my hands around the metal bars, I enter the opening in the top of the cage quickly, joining her inside the cage. It is only when I touch her that she opens her eyes. Her lips curl up in that naughty smile that could bring me to my knees in worship if I would let myself. I take the mouthpiece