Free Dark Secret by Marina Anderson

breasts high and full with large nipples and her waist tiny, curving out into softly rounded hips which gave her the traditional hour-glass figure of the sex symbol. Only her legs were less than perfect. They were shorter than Harriet had expected from her films, and the calves of her legs clearly defined.
    ‘Can she hear us?’ whispered Harriet.
    ‘Only if we crash about. She can’t hear us talking, but unfortunately we can’t hear her talking either.’
    Harriet couldn’t think why this mattered since Rowena was only getting ready for bed, but almost as soon as Lewis had finished speaking a second figure entered Rowena’s bedroom and Harriet’s eyes grew wide with astonishment as the film star made no attempt to cover herself when Chris strode across the carpet towards her.
    In the bedroom, totally unaware of what Lewis was doing, Rowena looked at her half-brother with a mixture of fear and longing. ‘Not tonight, Chris,’ she said softly. ‘I really am tired and …’
    ‘You’re not tired, you’re afraid,’ said Chris. ‘Now that Lewis’s little piece of cinema verite is underway you don’t like it, do you?’
    ‘How would you like seeing your wife making love to another man?’ demanded Rowena.
    ‘A stupid question since I don’t have a wife andnever intend to take one. I only need you, and you only need me, but you were too stupid to realise it. Perhaps this game of Lewis’s will show you that at last.’
    ‘I love Lewis,’ protested Rowena.
    ‘No, you love me,’ said Chris fiercely. ‘Lewis gives you respectability, and you think he’s going to save your career, but you don’t love him. He can’t give you what I can, what you need, can he?’
    ‘Leave it, Chris,’ said Rowena, turning away. ‘I need to sleep.’
    ‘I need you,’ he muttered and before she realised what was happening he’d grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her arms behind her and tied them with a silk cord. She backed away towards the bed, already aroused, already longing for whatever he was going to do to her. ‘I meant it,’ she protested, ‘I don’t want you.’
    Chris flicked at one of her erect nipples. ‘This tells me a different story. I want you to wear the Japanese belt tonight.’
    ‘No!’ protested Rowena.
    ‘You love it. Why deny yourself the pleasure?’
    ‘Because you make it too intense.’
    He smiled. ‘Which is what you want, and why you need me so badly.’ He reached into a drawer next to her bed and withdrew the slim rounded cord that fastened with a metal clip within which was a tiny spring. Very slowly Rowena moved towards him and when he fastened it around her she moistened her suddenly dry lips with the tip of her tongue. On the settee next to Harriet Lewis drew in his breath sharply at the look of naked sexuality on his wife’s face.
    ‘Now for the cloth,’ murmured Chris.
    Rowena stood at the foot of her bed, her hands still bound behind her as Chris fetched the long piece of silk material that went with the belt. He fastened it into the special openings in the belt at the back of her then drew it teasingly between her slightly opened thighs and up the front of her abdomen until he could fasten the other end in the front openings.
    The cloth was now hanging loosely behind her thighs, but when Chris pressed on the side fastening of the belt the cloth was drawn upwards and he kept his finger there until it was brushing lightly against her vulva. He then released the spring. ‘I think it’s best to start with it loose, don’t you?’ he said reflectively.
    Rowena shivered and he bent his head to tongue softly at the undersides of her famous breasts. ‘I think I’ll bind these too,’ he whispered.
    ‘No, please don’t. Not both at the same time,’ begged Rowena, but her words were all part of their game and Chris knew it. It was a game that had begun many years ago, when they’d first become aware of their bodies, and it had escalated out of control until now it sometimes