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Ross Montgomery flicked the remote, sat back to look at the news alone, on his thirty-six-inch flat screen, in his small apartment with high rent when a detective called, asking him to identify the body of his twin brother, Robert.
He didn’t cry or show any emotion. He finished eating his sandwich, took a swallow of his Heineken beer he ordered earlier from the deli a few blocks from his apartment.
He knew that day would come, but he didn’t know it would come this soon. Barely in his thirties, Robert lived a rich man’s life with beautiful European models, and stunning talented Asian beauties who were proficient in the art of sexual bondage.
Ross wasn’t as ambitious as Robert, although he could be, but he wanted the life of an actor. He lived for acting. When he couldn’t get stage work and television because soap operas had gone the way of the dinosaurs, his work was limited as well as his paycheck. So Ross supplemented his pay with odd jobs. One role he played was as a sexual stand-in for his brother, Robert, where the woman would practice their techniques on him.
But when that paycheck slowed, he worked as a magician at children’s parties, or took his talents as a magician to theme parties for the rich and famous. Robert vouched for him as his brother, and he eventually made a name for himself, and didn’t depend on Robert to supplement his income.
Even though he made a nice piece of change which afforded him a decent living in Manhattan in an expensive building, his first love was acting.
He lived for acting, when he didn’t have work, he walked around with stories in his head and movies in his mind. He was Gray in Fifty Shades of Gray, and when Robert asked him to participate in his sexual games and when he needed a threesome, he called Ross, and Ross was more than excited to take on that role.
When Robert didn’t want to participate in games for his clients where old men wanted to watch their young wives being fucked by young virile men, Robert called on Ross for favors. And because he always needed money, Ross became a willing participant.
However, when Robert met Alex because of Jonas, he became consumed with Alex Blackstone. Robert no longer became interested in other women, and turned the women over to Ross. Some of the things were too kinky for Ross’s taste, but he went along just the same, until he developed a taste for it.
It was just acting after all. That was how Ross rationalized his actions.
Ross wasn’t a magician, a clown, or a sexual provocateur, he was an actor. At least that was what he wanted to believe about himself. He dressed the part in manner and talk. He pretended he was as rich as his brother, but he wasn’t even close, until he got that phone call telling him his brother was dead, and that he had inherited all his property, and his money.
He began assuming his brother’s identity, but he kept his day job. He enjoyed the role of the actor magician he had become. He even enrolled in a school that taught hypnotism, and he incorporated that into his act.
After all, he was Ross an actor, and his brother the oversexed handsome man who couldn’t get enough of the lifestyle of bondage and S&M which he had come to embrace and enjoy, but was now dead.
The day before Robert died, Robert had needed to see Alex. He postponed his date with the young Eurasian woman and scheduled Ross to take his place at a well-known bondage club owned by Jonas Blackstone.
The night Robert called Ross to impersonate him, he said, “There is this woman I want, and I intend to get her, no matter what I have to do. She’s the wife of Maximillian Blackstone.”
“How can you expect a woman to leave her husband for you?” Ross had asked Robert.
“Because I will blackmail her, and then I will inform her of Blackstone’s addiction to sexual asphyxiation.”
“You have the same addiction,” Ross said.
“But she doesn’t know this.”
“How long can you keep that a secret?” Ross queried.
“For as long as it takes. She’s coming around and I don’t want anything to interfere. Meet Miranda at the club and do this one thing for me. I’ll pay you more money than you have ever seen. You won’t have to go on those crappy jobs pretending you’re an actor.”
“But I am an actor, and I enjoy my gigs. It’s one way I can differentiate myself from you.”
“You have been trying to do that forever, but you always come back to me, and you follow in my footsteps. And look at you. You dress like me, and now you’re beginning to enjoy fucking all those beautiful women. Just like me. You are so good at what you do, none of the women can tell you’re not me. But there is only one person I want,” Robert confided. Ross listened attentively.
“I want. No. I need Alex Blackstone,” Robert said to Ross.
“Okay. Okay. I’ll do it. I like Miranda, that’s the only way I would do this. She has this great body and anal sex with her is terrific. The only thing I don’t like about her is the sexual asphyxiation.”
“Make sure you tell her how you feel. But let me warn you, if she insists, don’t leave her unattended,” Robert said.
It was that night Ross would meet Miranda in Jonas’s club. It was that night when he should have been watching Miranda, he was busy on his phone. When he looked up she was blue, and she died moments later. He tried covering up the accident by hanging her as if she had committed suicide.
The whole ordeal had been unsettling to Ross, and he slipped-back into his delusional role as an actor. He never heard any more about Miranda. Ross stopped reading the newspapers, and thought Jonas Blackstone would take the fall for his stupid deed. He didn’t say anything to Robert. What could he say? So, he kept quiet, and retreated into his own world, until he was asked to become the night’s entertainment at a rich couple’s mansion.
Eager to put everything behind him and socialize, and enjoy the money he had inherited as well as the large apartment Robert owned, Ross agreed to take the engagement. After all, he could meet some of the rich and famous. Maybe find him a girlfriend. His new status and money gave him the idea that he could find a better class of women. Not the ones he would pick up here and there on a movie set. These women were as keen as he was to meet someone that could move their career from an extra, to a speaking role in Hollywood. Not even money could buy him the parts he wanted, or the women he sought.
When he spotted Alex at the Halloween party, and realized that she was the woman Robert had obsessed over, his attraction was automatic.
Knowing his brother, he wouldn’t be attracted to a woman unless she had knowledge of the things he enjoyed, and it all had to be sexual in nature.
The second he saw Alex in that tight black-cat outfit and the knee-high boots with a whip at her side, his groin ached. He wanted to be with her and in her.
He didn’t know Alex straight away, especially with her wearing a mask. But as Melody passed Ross, she whispered, “Alex Blackstone.” Not because she wanted to out Alex, but she saw that these two ships in the night were attracted to each other, and she would bring them into port, and the rest was up to them.
Melody wanted Alex to have someone to talk to, and not stand around like the pretty girl at the prom who everyone was afraid to speak to, because she might ignore them.
As Ross gave Alex a wanted gaze, he remembered the Blackstone name. She was the one who had captured his brother’s attention and heart. A brother who nothing and no one could hold for very long. But this woman had managed to do that, and Ross had to know why.
What is it about her? He thought. She was exceptionally pretty, but Robert was used to beautiful women. It had to be more, and he needed to find out.
Now was the time to practice his hypnotism skills; plant a suggestion in her mind. When he whispered into her ear, he hypnotized her. She was no longer Alex Blackstone. He didn’t know how long it would take, or how long she would be under, and frankly, he didn’t care. She would now be his to do as he commanded.
In the middle of his act when Alex left the stage, Ross brought his act to a sudden end and walked down from the stage and took Alex’s hand. She smiled at him, and said, “That was wonderful.” That was what he had programmed her to say and think.
“Can we go home now? I’m feeling a little tired,” Ross said to Alex.
“Yes of course, dear,” Alex said in the light small voice he had programed. She followed along like a robot as he took her by the hand, and walked through a crowd of raucous, drunken people trying to have a conversation with him. He hurried Alex outside with no signs of Melody to stop him, and entered his limo, which took him to Robert’s apartment.
Alex was still under hypnosis when she followed him into the elevator and into the luxurious apartment. “Did we just move into this place? I don’t remember it,” she said, standing in one spot, unable to go any further. She didn’t know which direction was the bathroom, bedroom, or kitchen.
Her eyes scanned the room full of impeccable decorated modern furniture of glass and chrome, and a large white L-shaped sofa the length of the wall was the focus of the room. And on the walls, paintings of old and modern masters.
The floors were of dark hardwood and Italian marble, bright glistening chandeliers from the foyer leading down a long hallway. Ross didn’t turn a light on. The lights from the skyline provided all the illumination he wanted.
“Yes, we just moved in. I hope you love it. Your clothing will come soon. But I would rather you buy new things. I called a specialty dress shop with high-end clothing and have them dropping something off tomorrow. You can choose what you want to keep.” Alex smiled.
What young woman doesn’t like new clothes? Ross thought he had covered everything at the last minute. He would get on the phone, after Alex fell asleep, and ask one of his friends who owned a dress shop, to make a Sunday delivery.
Ross looked at Alex, and said, “I’m feeling unusually passionate tonight.” He braced up against her. She glanced into his eyes. He took off her mask and he took off his mask. So far so good, he thought. This could work for him after all. But he didn’t know how long he could keep this up.
His desire for her heightened when she turned her back to him, and said, “Undress me.”
“No, I want you to keep on your costume. I want you to do to me what you’ve been doing before.” All Alex could recall was her role as a Dominant. That was all Ross wanted her to remember.
She glanced around, “But where are our toys and the instruments, and there’s no playroom,” she said, a little disappointed.
“We don’t need one now. We can improvise.” Ross liked that word. As an actor he was good at improvisation.
“Then take off your clothes,” she said, her voice low and sexy.
He stood and undressed, his nature rising with every thought of being with this woman, even if he had to endure the lashes of her whip. “Now stand and face that door. Put your hands on it and lean forward. Ross did and then he felt the light pain of a whip after he heard the snap and crack of leather.
He didn’t cringe. He didn’t move. He fell into this as if it was second nature to him. And he became more aroused than ever. He looked down at his hard cock. When she cracked the tip of her whip on his buttocks, ever so light, but extremely quickly, he had an orgasm and he didn’t feel the pain, but it was there. It revealed itself differently—through pleasure.
“You’re not playing fair, Ross.” The name didn’t sound familiar, but Alex didn’t question that. Her mind only centered on Ross.” She appeared to enjoy what she had done to him. She wore a seductive smirk. Alex moved close to Ross, and whispered in his ear, “I like it when I can get in more than two lashes before you come all over yourself.”
Ross turned more embarrassed about the premature ejaculation. “I’ll only be a few minutes. Get comfortable.”
When Ross entered the bedroom, Alex was sprawled naked on the bed. She was smiling up at him. “Turn over on your stomach. I want to penetrate you from behind,” Ross said, looking at her, his eyes hungry.
“You know I don’t want that this early in our games, Max.” She blinked and gazed at Ross leaning over her. “Why did I call you Max?” Alex looked up at Ross. He knew. Maybe it was bringing her to something familiar that was disturbing his suggestions. He had to do something quick.
He leaned over her, placed his hands between her legs and rubbed her clit with the pad of his finger, as he whispered into her ear, “Relax, Catherine.” He knew that he couldn’t call her Alex. That would trigger an unneeded response. But then he couldn’t keep feeding her suggestions. He had to find a way for her to lose her identity completely. But that would take time.
“Soon we’re going to be married, Catherine, and I’m taking you to Italy. Haven’t you wanted to go to Italy?”
“Yes,” she said, her word sounding as if she was in a daze.
“I’m going to let you go to sleep after I have satisfied you, and tomorrow we can plan our trip,” Ross said.
That was his plan. To take her someplace for a long time. Get her out of the familiar. Make love to her the way he desired, and then he could be the man she would admire and want, and she would belong to him.
He would accomplish something his brother wasn’t able to do. Make this beautiful, desirable talented woman, his. Take her from Blackstone. In that way he had achieved what Robert wasn’t able to do and he had money. Robert’s money, but it was his now, and there was no one around to point out his failures.
I just need time, and soon she will forget everyone and everything that keeps her tethered to Maximillian Blackstone, he thought, looking down at her before he fell between her legs and satisfied her and him.