Page 36 of Cruel Games

I slid out from my stud sandwich, walked to where I’d left my dress, and shimmied it on. The boys made an erotic sight, naked and hard and handcuffed to the bed.

“What are you doing?” asked Maxwell.

After slipping on my shoes, I picked up my panties and stuffed them into one of the pockets of my bag. “Going back to my room to finish myself off.”

Orlando clapped a hand over his eyes, and Maxwell’s face fell. “But you said—”

“If you think you can make me the star of your sex tape, you’re going to have to be more subtle about your plans.”

They both froze. After several heartbeats, Orlando slid his hand off his face and stared at me with wide, scared eyes. Red blotches appeared on his cheeks and spread down his neck and into his chest.

“What are you talking about?” Orlando asked in the most unconvincing display of innocence. “Who’s making a sex tape?”

I walked to the desk and pulled the camera out of the socket. “Me, by the looks of things. Is there another camera around?”

“No,” Orlando said in the same tight voice that I now established he used for lying under pressure.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said between clenched teeth.

“Then you won’t mind if I take a look at this fascinating, antique clock.”

His face paled. “Stop messing around and release us.”

I strolled over to the mantle and turned the clock around. Its hollow back revealed a shelf that housed a GoPro camera. After pulling it out from its hiding-place, I held it to the boys on the bed. “Don’t worry. You’ll get back your kit once I’ve removed and erased the memory cards.”

“You’re a bloody bitch,” Maxwell snarled.

“What does that make you two, the originators of this plan?”

They both exchanged indecipherable looks. I couldn’t tell whether it was guilt or awkwardness at being trapped together naked and in such close quarters. It didn’t matter. I had one more question before I left.

“Are there any more cameras?”

“No,” Orlando said in a voice that sounded like the truth. “Will you release us now?”

“I might have if you’d owned up and apologized, but I think you need to stew a little bit longer.” Still holding the camera on their naked bodies, I placed my bag on my shoulder and backed toward the door. “Any last words?”

Maxwell twisted around, his gorgeous muscles straining. “When I finally get free, I’m going to fuck you over so hard, you’ll be tasting me for weeks.”

I gave his shriveling dick my most patronizing smile. “Let’s see how far you get with that paltry little thing.”

Chapter 13

I slept Sunday morning away, only waking when bright sunlight filled my room. The memory of Maxwell and Orlando naked and handcuffed to the bed, their erections shrinking like punctured balloons made me snort with laughter.

A smile curled my lips. Before going to bed, I had uploaded the footage from the camera’s memory cards and edited out all the scenes with me and made it look like the boys were having a bi-curious moment. Once I’d overlaid a nu-jazz soundtrack with incriminating soundbites, the video looked amazing.

I swung my legs out of bed, and a giggle bubbled up in my throat. If I wasn’t so hell-bent on starting my own dress label, I would have made a great DJ.

Two chimes resounded from the clocktower, indicating that I’d missed lunch and would need to get a snack from the academy’s tuck shop. I’d also have to check with Mr. McGarr to make sure that Gideon boarded the bus back to the academy.

A knock sounded on the door. I padded across the room in my Templar Academy nightgown and paused at the door. Would I find a trio of angry boys on the other side?

“Who is it?” I asked.

“It’s me,” replied a posh voice.