Reveal Me

by Sappharia Mayer

  “You’ve outdone yourself, Josephine,” Reece practically purrs.

  “Stop sweet talking me, Mr. Gabriel.” She smiles affectionately at him and disappears back to the galley.

  We eat in silence, both lost in our own thoughts. I am concerned about the crease formed across Reece’s brow but brush it aside. Under a hooded gaze, I watch him pick up his wine glass and savor the sweet elixir as it dances across his tongue.

  “Thank you for today.” The words are just a whisper on a breath across my lips.

  “It was my pleasure, I assure you, pet.”

  I study his features in the dying sunlight. Shadows cast the perfect light across his face. This is the moment I want to hold on to forever. A quiet place where we just exist.

  “Why the look of fear?” His voice is laced with concern and he lifts my chin with two fingers.

  My words come out in a rush. “I don’t want to screw this up. I know I’m a control freak and it complicates my world, but I’ll do whatever it takes if you promise me you’ll be right beside me.”

  I stare at him in disbelief of my words. I’ve never given them a voice before.

  “I’m sorry,” I mutter and try to force my head down.

  “Why would I ever leave you, Atlas? I adore you.” His voice is even and calm. “Ever since the day you walked away, getting you back into my arms was my one thought. Yes, some of your world shocked and frightened me, but the more you’ve let me in, I can see all the masks you wear. Each one we’ve removed together until your heart was revealed.”

  “I don’t know how to fix this problem.” I stare at my plate as tension fills my gut.

  “We fix it together. The person with the least to lose always has the upper hand, but you have an entire team of people who want nothing more than to even the playing field. Let us.”

  “You don’t understand.”

  “Then make me understand.”

  “He threatened to take away everything I hold dear. There’s ‘ownership’ within a dynamic relationship and then there is ownership in the real sense of the word. Edmund won’t be happy until he gets the latter.”

  “I thought he was your submissive. He paid you professionally.”

  I nod as I remember our many quiet sessions together.

  “At the end, he wasn’t satisfied enough to share me with the rest of my world. He asked me to marry him and I refused. Shortly after, he threatened me. Each one was stronger than the last. Every person around me was in jeopardy. I wouldn’t be surprised if the story in the newspaper was because of him.”

  The shock I expected from Reece never comes. He sits quietly across the table and listens.

  “We need to go back, Atlas. We can’t run forever. Your world needs you to lift it again.”

  I shake my head. “I can’t. I’m not ready.”

  “I wasn’t asking if you were ready. I was informing you of the plan. We’ll spend two more days out at sea. Tomorrow we’ll snorkel and sail. Then we’ll sail back to the marina. The security team is already in motion and packing to head back.”

  Stunned, I start to argue.

  “Don’t. You’ve done it your way and we are no closer to resolution. It’s time to do it our way.” His tone brokers no argument. “Now come here.”

  I sigh deeply and move next to him.

  His arms curl around me and pull me up against his hard body.

  “Now, did you wear this shirt without a bra to drive me crazy or the crew?”

  I look up and smile mischievously.

  “The world may never know, Mr. Gabriel.”

  “Trying as always, Ms. Devereaux.”

  “Maybe you should tangle with Alexandra instead.” I smirk.

  “I’ll be glad when I see her again. She’ll do you some good.”

  He kisses the top of my head and we watch the last lights of the dying sun.

  His hand moves across my shoulder and down through the opening of my shirt, weighing and caressing my breast. He does not rush his movements. Feather touches glance across the tip of my hardened nipple, and my head falls back onto his shoulder.

  A crewman steps into the cockpit and glances over at us. I shift in embarrassment, but Reece pinches my nipple hard to hold me in place.

  “Good evening, Josh,” he says casually, as if our compromised position is the most natural thing in the world.

  “Good evening, Mr. Gabriel. Ms. Devereaux.”

  Josh turns and cleans up the table from our scrumptious dinner.

  “Josh, may I ask you a question?”

  I tense in Reece’s arms.

  “Of course, Mr. Gabriel.”

  “Did you find Ms. Devereaux’s attire distracting in the cool evening breeze?”

  I don’t even need to look to know there’s a wolfish smile painted across Reece’s face.

  “She’s dressed quite lovely, Mr. Gabriel.” Josh smiles back, but there’s something in the way the two men communicate without words.

  Josh nods, picks up the plates and silverware, and disappears down the hatch.

  “Atlas, come straddle me with your back toward my chest,” he whispers and plants a kiss on the edge of my temple.

  Nervousness washes over me. I look around us and peer into the inky darkness, well aware the lights in the cockpit clearly illuminate us.

  “Trust.”

  I nod and sit up. Beside me, Reece moves to accommodate his request. I lift my right leg over his lap and settle back against his chest.

  “Grip the edge of the table and do not let go, or I’ll flip you over said table and give you a spanking in full view of the world.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

  A thrill runs up my spine at his authoritative tone. His assuredness is my anchor.

  I lean forward and grasp the table’s edge. My thumbs lie against the top while my fingers clamp it underneath.

  Reece shifts behind me. His arms reach out, and his fingers begin to work the buttons down the front of my shirt. As each one releases, the sea breeze adds its own caress. He continues until only the last buttons hold the two sides of the fabric closed. Then his hands move to my shoulders and pull the shirt down to my elbows. The last button holds the fabric bondage in place.

  Satisfied with his work, he plants featherlight kisses down my spine. His hands mold my breasts to fit into his palms. Lifting his head, he presses his hard body against me, tugging and rolling each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A shiver runs through my body and my hips push forward against his lap.

  Footsteps from the hatch draw my attention straight up, and my breath catches.

  Josh is standing halfway up the hatch, staring appreciatively in our direction. My grip on the table tightens. I let my head fall forward in an effort to hide from his gaze.

  “Look up, Atlas. You have an admirer,” Reece says in my ear.

  He releases one nipple and entangles his hand in my hair, forcing my head up, my back to arch and my breasts to jut out between the fabric of my shirt.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Josh glances down at the deck.

  “Please, Josh, it’s okay. She’s beautiful,” Reece says from behind me.

  With a smile, Josh looks up and watches as Reece’s fingers continue to caress and plunk my nipples.

  “Aye, she is gorgeous,” he replies appreciatively.

  “I thought it was unfair how she teased the crew with just a hint of the beauty beneath.”

  Josh nods and swallows hard.

  “I haven’t seen the captain this evening. Is everything okay?” Reece asks with concern.

  “The captain and the other crew seem to have a touch of food issues. They should be okay by morning.”

  “Nothing serious, I hope.”

  “It is just some discomfort.”

  “Yet you are fine?” Light suspicion laces his voice.

  “Aye. I’m a vegetarian. My provisions come from the main house. Josephine normally supplies all of our meals, but the crew picked up some
local provisions from the market today.”

  Reece nods. His hands continue to work on my breasts and slide down my stomach to the edge of my shorts. Josh’s eyes follow the move of his hand until it disappears under the table.

  “Is there anything else I can get you?” Josh asks, stepping to the table and picking up the remaining glasses.

  “Please make sure there is water in the main berth,” Reece replies without missing a beat.

  “Aye, Sir. Please ring if you need anything.”

  “Thank you, Josh.”

  “Thank YOU, Sir.”

  Josh beams, nods in my direction, and turns toward the hatch, disappearing down the stairs.

  Reece releases my hair. My breath comes in a shutter as my head falls forward. His fingers push past the waistband and between the lips of my pussy.

  “I believe the lady doth protest too much,” he whispers against my ear.

  “Why? Why did you do it?” I croak.

  “In this place, you are mine. Together we explore the darkness and the light. Step out of comfort zones and find a life behind those masks you wear.”

  “So you want to share me?” The words are an accusation.

  “I don’t share, Atlas.” It is a definitive statement.

  “But…”

  “Your body is beautiful, and I wanted to show it off. Besides, you were teasing the crew.”

  “Most men are possessive in these situations.”

  “Then they are not confident in their place nor in their level of control.”

  “And you are?”

  “I am. You are mine. All of you. Every mask you wear belongs to me. Just as I belong to you. It is a symbiotic relationship. I give you a place to hand off your world and you give me a place where I can let my darkness out of the cage without fear. Here we give each other what we need, want and desire.”

  The words melt through me. Everything I need to lift the world is right here with me. A smile breaks out across my face.

  “I can’t wait to see how you handle Alexandra and Atlas on a daily basis.” I turn my head and grin back at him.

  “Oh, I think I will enjoy Alexandra and her superior, haughty attitude the most.”

  “She is not haughty,” I snap.

  Reece chuckles.

  “Just imagine, under that tight business suit, five-inch heels and perfect makeup, a pair of magnetic ball nipple clamps. The pain and numbness over a few hours racing through her body as she dominates her clients and keeps her staff in line.”

  My breath catches at the image.

  “Or Atlas sitting in her PR firm, with a butt plug deep in her ass controlled by me across her phone. Not knowing if it will go off when she’s on the phone with a client or out on a business call.”

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “Yes. I will. Small reminders that I know exactly who and what you are to me.”

  “But what if someone finds out?”

  “Then you best up your game and make sure they never do.”

  Arousal rushes through me on the heels of my trepidation. His fingers push into my soaking pussy, and I gasp.

  “Days when your ass is sore, you will pace your office because it will be more comfortable than sitting down. Or a tight rope harness just under your business suit with a clit knot pulling tight against this…” He pinches my clit hard to punctuate the word and I nearly come.

  “Oh, God,” I pant.

  “Locking the door to Alexandra’s office and fucking you hard across her desk, unable to make a sound because your assistant is just right outside. While you hope you turned off the cameras so your security detail doesn’t get a show.”

  He pinches my nipple hard and pushes two fingers just inside me.

  My mind is in overdrive. All thoughts of my surroundings vanish in his words, each scenario playing across it like a movie. The logistics of them are verified and turned into realistic fantasy in seconds.

  “Seeing you kneel at my feet at the end of a long day, begging for my mark. Begging for your release from holding up the world. Willing and waiting for me to provide you a haven in every way you need. Not through hearts and softness but through roses and thorns.”

  His hard cock presses between the cheeks of my ass. I rotate my hips back and move them forward across his hard length. He groans in response.

  “Two can play at this game, Mr. Gabriel.”

  “About time you showed up, but if you move your hands, you know the consequences.”

  I lift off his lap, and he pulls his hand from my shorts.

  “If this was a skirt, I would demand you unzip your shorts and push my hot wet pussy down onto your hard cock. Right here in plain sight, without anyone noticing anything but the movement of two bodies.”

  I let my body slide up and down with my words.

  “When it is deep inside, I would settle on your lap. Letting my muscles squeeze against your hard length but refusing to move, so as not to draw too much attention from the crew.”

  His hands clamp down on my hips in response, and he pulls me down into his lap.

  Sharp teeth bite deep into my shoulder. Pain flares across me, and I moan against it. When he releases my shoulder, he licks across the teeth marks.

  “Mine.”

  As a unit, we move to the edge of the bench.

  “Let go of the table, Atlas.”

  My hands unclasp from the table and are immediately engulfed in his as he moves toward the hatch and down the stairs.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  We reach the master berth and he spins me toward him. He stares into my eyes while his fingers ease down the zipper of my shorts, then he tucks his thumbs through the edge of the waistband and sends them south.

  “Sit,” he orders.

  I move to the bed and sit on the edge. Reece kneels between my legs and leans in to kiss my inner thigh. He works his way up my leg and skips my sex, then trails kisses down the other thigh. When he’s done, he travels the same route, this time nipping the skin gently. My hips rise in a silent plea when he skips my sex again.

  He moves his attention along each lip of my labia, licking and nipping without rush. I moan and relax under his tongue. He stands up and moves my shirt until it tangles around my elbows. With a decisive move, he ties the ends of the shirt hard in place. My hands fall behind my head, but I am truly bound under his command.

  A moan of frustration escapes my lips, and he smiles down at me.

  “Patience, pet.”

  My body tilts toward him when he once again kneels in front of me.

  He leisurely slides his tongue back along the sensitive skin, making circles around my clit until he flicks it right across the top. I freeze, fearing any move will send me crashing over the edge.

  His finger skims the edge of my entrance. In a simultaneous move, his tongue assaults my clit as he slides his finger deep inside. My hips buck in response and the muscles tighten around his finger. He works his finger and tongue faster. Right on the edge, he stops and pulls his finger back.

  “Nooo! Don’t stop!” I demand, frantic with need.

  “You aren’t the one in control, pet. Imagine sitting on the edge of your desk in this situation, when I stop right as your orgasm threatens to overwhelm you and simply walk to let you get on with your day.”

  “You wouldn’t!” I shriek.

  “Yes, I will.”

  His lips catch my clit and suckle it gently as he shoves two fingers in and moves them with a deep rhythm. With each stroke he adds to my torture. The last vestige of my control evaporates in his hands.

  “All of those things and more. Please,” I beg for all the images in my head.

  “Please what, pet?” His head lifts long enough to issue the words before he starts his sweet torture again.

  “Fuck me please, Sir. Make me yours!”

  “Make you mine, pet?”

  “Yours.” The word is true.

  Reece picks me up and tosses me higher on the bed. The bondage around m
y arms pulls against sore muscles. The soft movements are gone. Pent-up tensions are on the edge for both of us.

  “Open yourself.” He looks down at me. My legs part as he undresses. He crawls onto the bed between my legs and leans over to the nightstand, swiftly opening the drawer and pulling out a condom. He rolls it down his hard shaft and my entire body quivers in anticipation.

  “Don’t take your eyes off of me. If they close, I will stop. No matter how much you beg, I will leave you here to lie in your own need.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He grabs two handfuls of my ass and lifts my hips toward him. The first touch of his cock to my entrance makes me arch off the bed. He doesn’t move, but I squirm and lift, trying to end my suffering.

  “I can stay right here all night. Or you can surrender and let me lead.”

  My breath comes in pants and I force my body to still.

  In a controlled move, he sinks into me. I clutch and tighten around him. My eyes take a long blink.

  “Eyes on me,” he growls through clenched teeth, proving his control is on the same tight tether as my own.

  I stare back up at him.

  “I surrender.”

  Reece pulls out and rams into me. Each move uses my body until it follows my words. I tense under him and give in to the uncontrollable orgasm as it washes over me. He forces himself deep inside as my pussy clamps down around him and bends toward me.

  “You didn’t ask permission to come, pet. I own those too.” His tone is like an iron fist in a velvet glove. Perfectly controlled and right on the edge.

  He bites down hard on the soft skin between my neck and my shoulder.

  “For every action or inaction, there is a consequence.”

  My body ripples around him. Nonsensical words pour from me.