Once upon a time, not that long before, he’d been a straight vanilla kind of guy. He liked sex and he liked a lot of it, but he hadn’t had much interest in costumes and games. Athena had taught him differently, by showing him how hot games of sensual power could be. He’d intended to find out what Amy knew about the coffin being shipped to Windswept, and it had seemed natural to use the tools of The Phoenix to convince her to talk. He’d thought it a means to an end, an easy way to get through to her with the games she understood. But now he stood in one of the dungeons in the basement of the townhouse that was the location of The Phoenix, and savored the fact no one knew Amy was his captive, or that she was bound helpless here. He’d really liked carrying her captive over his shoulder through the house, but he liked that her capture was a secret even better. He’d had to time his abduction perfectly to coordinate with one of Athena’s absences, as well as to ensure no one working in the house would see them.
