The Braille Club Undone (The Braille Club #3)

by J. A. Kerr

  “There is no shame in where you live or what you do. You are safe now but I need to know everything. Do you understand?” he said quietly.

  Noor could hardly concentrate as his hand gently stroked hers. “We have nothing,” she sighed.

  “You have family now, that is all you need. I will take care of everything. Your father?”

  Noor’s eyes filled with unexpected tears. “He’ll be better tomorrow,” Noor lied flatly. It was enough, Maalik understood how she lived, without knowing about her father. Noor knew she must tell eventually, but perhaps a better time would present itself.

  “Good,” said Maalik.

  Noor couldn’t speak. His fingers brushed away her tears. She turned and looked into his eyes.

  “Thank you,” she whispered. Her eyes never left his handsome face. When he lifted her hand and kissed it, she shivered. The air in the car seemed to tighten. Noor held her breath. Suddenly a rap on the window made her jump. Her cousin’s face grinned at her. She was heading to the shop to help her father, Noor’s uncle. Annoyed, Noor gave her a dismissive wave but the spell was broken. What was she thinking wanting Maalik to kiss her in plain sight? What if her cousin had seen them? Nook shuddered at her stupidity. No. Nothing must stop this marriage. She turned to Maalik.

  “I need to go, but thank you for running me home.”

  Maalik

  “Noor, do you have a mobile number so I may contact you regarding arrangements for the wedding?” he asked, not meeting her gaze. His breath quickened as she told him her number and he punched it into his phone with trembling fingers. This was madness but he had never felt like this—ever. He was mesmerised by his son’s fiancée. She opened the car door and slipped out. He watched her until she disappeared into the shop before putting the car into gear. He was trembling all over. He’d almost kissed her in the library and now again in the car. Had he lost his mind? Gripping the steering wheel, he drove home in a daze. He had been annoyed with Virinder and his childish behaviour. Suddenly his annoyance turned to anger. Virinder didn’t deserve such a beautiful wife.

  Chapter 18

  The Braille Club Undone

  The Braille Club, London. Two Years On. Stimulation of the senses was the Braille Club’s primary function. Pandora’s zone would be the first of many new zones being trialled to keep members entertained. Keeping things fresh and new was something the club did well.

  Si

  Simon Lawrence didn’t like being ignored. He was desperate to see Anna Dunbar again. She was cool and sexy. Si wanted her badly. His hard-on had only intensified over their lunch. His instincts sensed she was holding back. That underneath that suit she had a body designed for sin. He was consumed with her. He had to have her. She had not returned his early morning calls and that infuriated him. He knew she was attracted to him. She had flirted with him openly and her body language told him what her mouth did not—she wanted him. The chase was on and he would do whatever it took to get her attention. Leaving the bar, he climbed into the passenger seat of their car and unzipped his fly. His cock throbbed with desire. He hadn’t felt this way in a long time—it was fantastic. As Tess got in the car, he’d grabbed her. For a second, only a second, he saw a flash of annoyance in her eyes before he shoved her head in his lap.

  Nothing mattered but his need for release. The car park was empty but still it was risky. CCTV cameras were everywhere. The thought only excited him. He imagined it was Anna’s mouth working up and down his shaft instead of Tess’s expert lips. As she licked his balls his whole body jerked. Her mouth sucked around his head as her hand pumped his shaft up and down. He groaned and his body shook as he climaxed. It was over in seconds. Tess tried to pull free, but he held her head down, caught up in the delicious sensations. Things had gone stale between them lately and yet, he realised in his own way he cared for her. He married her, for God’s sake. Finally, when her mouth had wrung every drop from him, he released her.

  She smoothed her hair and took a tissue from her bag. He rearranged his clothing as she started the car. Si leant his head back, kept his eyes closed and thought of Anna. He felt the car move, the change in light as they emerged from the car park.

  “Si,” said Tess.

  Her voice didn’t sound sexy to him anymore but Anna’s voice did. He didn’t want Tess interrupting his thoughts.

  “Si,” Tess repeated, louder this time.

  “What?” he snapped.

  He heard her take a deep breath. “My honey trap is all new and shiny,” she breathed.

  That got his attention. His eyes snapped open to see Tess smiling at him.

  “Drive faster,” he rasped. His growing erection was already pressing against his trousers. Tess leaned over and squeezed his length. The car weaved alarmingly.

  “Tess, keep your eyes on the road, for Christ’s sake,” he snapped.

  She merely smiled. He pinched her nipple making her gasp, and the car swerved again. A horn sounded making him jump, but Tess just drove faster. They were both panting, the adrenaline pumping through their bodies as the car accelerated. Si saw the car in front pull into their lane.

  “Watch out,” he screamed at Tess. She braked in time, blasting the horn as the car hurriedly got out of their way.

  They didn’t speak as she slowed down and crossed the motorway to the exit. Pulling into their driveway she threw the transmission into park and leapt out of the car. Si gave her a minute to open the door and then chased after her. He caught her in the hall and carried her into the lounge. She was giggling as he draped her over the sofa and pushed down her head. He pulled up her dress and yanked her underwear down. Breathing heavily, he removed his trousers and boxers. Stepping backwards he fumbled for his phone. He clicked into camera and then video; his hand trembling. He filmed Tess; he could see she was still pink from the waxing. He filmed his own erection as he nudged at her entrance. She was wet but then again she always was. Si knew she used lubricant daily. His fingers parted her wet folds and slid inside. Tess moaned. Pulling his fingers out again, he pushed her legs further apart. He wanted to get the best angle. She had a beautiful honey trap. It was open to him, begging him to play. He pushed his fingers inside her again. She was so slippery. His cock was rigid, throbbing, but he ignored it. His fingers pulled out again and she squirmed.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “Be patient. I’m enjoying the show,” he told her.

  The phone in his hand was filming. He let his fingers trace playfully around her labia, teasing her cruelly. He parted the lips once more. They were beginning to swell as Tess’s frustration and arousal grew. His fingers were slick with her and easily slipped inside once more.

  He probed to find her sweet spots. She wriggled and pushed her hips back against his hand.

  “Be patient,” he warned her, an edge to his voice. She stopped squirming and he relaxed.

  He probed deeper and faster with his fingers, getting his phone as close as he could. His erection bumped against her. His swollen head looked different on film; somehow detached. He could feel Tess’s climax building. She was a whore, but she was his whore. She was so close and he quickly withdrew his hand.

  “No,” he heard her muffled cry.

  Si smiled. He liked to make Tess wait but his cock could no longer be ignored. He positioned himself and slowly began to push inside. Tess’s body jerked. Holding the phone in one hand and Tess’s flesh with the other, he moved his shaft deeper. Fascinated, he watched as he filmed his engorged length moving back and forth; getting the camera as close as he could. Her slick hairless lips were more swollen than ever as his cock thrust into her. He repeated the motion feeling Tess’s frustration mount. His cock was enormous, swollen and staining for release. He smiled, knowing it would be soon. Tess gyrated against him. Her hips pushed hard, taking his swollen length deep inside her and squeezed. He gasped, gripping her tight. He didn’t know how she did it but it felt fantastic. He thrust harder; keeping the camera steady was a problem. Reluctantly, he st
opped the video and returned the phone to his pocket. Tess was moaning, he gave her his full attention now and with brutal force slammed into her. Her body shook as he heard her muffled cry of “harder”.

  Si pounded into her until he climaxed, not caring if Tess had come or not, and pulled out sharply. Her cry of protest suggested otherwise. He pulled her up.

  “I want to get the video camera,” he said excitedly.

  Again, he saw something flicker across her face, but she nodded. He rushed to get the camera.

  Chapter 19

  The Braille Club Undone

  The Braille Club, London. Two Years On. Music was a wonderful stimulant and evoked many emotions. Music is directly linked to our moods. Pop, rock or jazz. Music was a universal pleasure and perhaps a future zone.

  Tess

  Tess had entered the bar, breathless from running. Si hated her to be late but when she arrived, it was as if she was invisible. Tess knew that look on her husband’s face and her heart sank. It had been a while since his last fling. She had hoped it was something he would outgrow, but it appeared not to be the case. Tess’s heart thudded in her chest. She hated when Si was like this; distracted and distant. During his last affair, he’d been so unavailable to her that she’d slumped into a depression. Thank God his slut got demanding. Nothing turned Si off more than a needy, clingy female. She tried never to fall into that trap but it was proving more difficult than she’d bargained for. At first, she thought being married to Si would make a difference but in fact, it was quite the opposite. Women positively threw themselves at him. Being married wasn’t a deterrent...it was a turn on; a challenge. Si loved the attention. He told Tess he’d never thought being married would be so much fun. She watched while he flirted and...fucked around, but he always came back to her. She had her own flings too; more to make her appear on board with Si’s behaviour. The sex was always welcome but meaningless. Gradually, Si settled down in terms of affairs but some of his demands of late were causing her concern.

  One look at Anna Dunbar and she was worried. She was beautiful and smart with a sexy undercurrent. Tess had found herself competing; desperately trying to get Si’s attention. She tried to look as sexy as possible. Something she rarely did but the way he was looking at that slut lawyer was unnerving her. She hoped that the mention of her recent waxing would keep his attention, but it didn’t. Cringing at her behaviour, she knew she was better than that. Later in the car when Si had pulled her head down; she knew he was thinking of the lawyer. It always started this way. Si would be horny night and day until he got what he wanted. Tess normally enjoyed this period. The sex was fantastic but she sensed Anna Dunbar as a real threat and didn’t know why.

  After that stupid girl at the club made allegations against Si, he wanted to retain legal representation in case it came to anything. Si was selfish and arrogant but he’d never hurt Tess, even during their roughest sex. That just wasn’t his thing. He tried to spank her once. She’d froze; her body rigid. She didn’t like pain. He’d understood immediately that this was something she didn’t enjoy. He told her others did. That’s why they went to the adult clubs; Tess believed him. That was their agreement, it had to be consensual. Although Tess didn’t like it, she accepted these women—rather them than her. They had never had an issue before. In the beginning when it was clear Si would seek this element outside of their marriage, she’d panicked. Could she put up with it? But the fear of losing him gave her little choice. She reluctantly agreed to Si’s plan, and it worked perfectly until that stupid slut tried to blackmail them. They should have foreseen this complication. The little gold digger and liar had been paid to keep quiet. They’d had no choice. Tess and Si had found out the hard way, but they would learn from the experience. They would never put themselves in that position again. Tess had enjoyed the Braille Club, despite her reservations. It had been a strange experience and one she looked forward to repeating. Si had said little to her about his sensory lesson, other than the various zone choices. Surprise, surprise, she was sure he’d want to try them all.

  Again, Tess had been reluctant when Si suggested the filming, but he assured her it was for his eyes only. He often sent a text saying he was looking at her honey trap and how much it turned him on. He always showed her the video afterwards and her face was never in the shot; just her body. He had filmed them doing everything; from oral to anal sex and everything in-between. Sometimes he would tell her to put on sexy underwear and cup her breasts or stick her fingers down her knickers. Other times he’d want her naked with her legs apart, masturbating. It was erotic and a real turn on. Tess loved his rapt attention. She had him exactly where she wanted him, looking at her and only her. She could hear him panting as he filmed. The sex during and afterwards was always explosive.

  Recently, Si wanted to film all the time. This was starting to annoy Tess. She was more aware of the camera and how intrusive it was. It had probably seen more of her anatomy than her gynecologist had. She wanted Si to stop; frightened the videos might fall into the wrong hands. After all, celebrity accounts were hacked all the time, so she’d insisted he stopped using his phone and only used the video recorder. He’d broken that rule last night. She had known he was filming them having sex on the sofa but, feeling threatened by the lawyer, she’d let him away with it.

  Si wanted her to get larger breasts, which she wasn’t against other than she’d need to get a new wardrobe. Maybe that would hold his attention. He loved big breasts. The girls he screwed around with were the plastic fantastic variety. Tess had been with him when he’d asked a girl who was blatantly flirting with him if her breasts were real. She’d taken his hands and put them on her chest.

  “Feel them and see,” she’d challenged.

  Si laughed before he squeezed and fondled them. Tess looked away embarrassed, but he’d loved it. Later that night, after they’d had sex, she’d waited until he was asleep to go through his pockets. She found the slut’s number in his jacket and ripped it up into tiny bits before she slipped back to bed. She tried to control her jealously as it bubbled away deep inside her and for the most part, she was successful. When it became apparent the studio liked them working together, Tess was thrilled. Their agent, Phil, had called them with a new proposal. Tess knew Phil liked her; in fact, he positively drooled over her. He’d agreed immediately when she’d called him about meeting up. She booked a room. The dinner had been fun. Phil could hardly contain his growing excitement as he realised Tess was flirting with him. They lingered over drinks at the bar.

  “So what’s this new project?” she’d asked.

  He’d frowned. “Tess, you know my lips are sealed until I speak with Simon first.”

  Leaning over so he had a good vantage point of her breasts, she sighed. “He’ll do it. He’ll do whatever it is if it means more exposure.”

  Phil stared at her breasts. “In my experience,” he said dryly. “Simon Lawrence doesn’t do what anyone tells him to do.”

  Tess laughed. “He does what I tell him to do.”

  “I’m not surprised. Tess, you’re beautiful, but this is Simon’s career we are talking about. Not his sex life.”

  Tess had been stung by his condescending tone.

  “It’s more than sex, Phil,” she said coldly.

  “No offence, Tess,” he said more kindly. “Everyone knows you’re sleeping together and, well, with Simon...girls come and go. I’m not sure he’ll tie himself down with someone he’s involved with. I’m mean work-wise or...”

  Or commitment-wise were the words left unsaid. Heat stung her cheeks. “When will you speak with him?”

  “Soon as he’s available, you understand, Tess? He’s the big name. They want you too, but if Simon doesn’t agree.” Phil shrugged helplessly. “My hands will be tied.”

  “I’m good, Phil,” said Tess calmly. “We could be the next Richard and Judy.”

  “You’d have to be married first,” he said amused.

  “What if we were? It seems to work fo
r other presenters,” said Tess.

  “Mmmm, you’ve got a point there but I can’t see Simon going for that.”

  “You could persuade him, Phil. You’re good at that,” said Tess, making eye contact. “I’d be so grateful,” she said boldly.

  Phil stared at her. “Tess,” he joked. “This is all fantasy. The studio isn’t offering anything concrete yet. It’s just an informal chat with Simon first, to see how he feels about working with you, and they’ll take it from there.”

  “You could pitch them the idea. I know they’d be interested. It’s a tried and tested formula that works in terms of ratings.”

  Phil was silent. He looked at Tess intently.

  “It’s a win, win situation for all of us,” said Tess persistently, meeting his gaze as she put the room key down in front of him.

  She saw Phil swallow. “I suppose I could speak to Simon.” His eyes were fixed on the room key.

  “You’ll need to do better than that,” said Tess. Her hand moved towards the room key but Phil was quicker.

  He held it up. “I’ll do my end of the bargain if you do yours,” he said.

  Tess sat there for a second, debating. “Okay, you’ve got a deal.”

  Phil’s face broke out into a smile. “I’ve always liked doing business with you, Tess.”

  She placed her hand on his thigh. “Me too. Let’s go to the room. I’m meeting Simon later.”

  Phil looked a little put out but then stood. Tess could see he was excited. The sex was unremarkable for her but the results had been life changing. Phil had delivered on his promises. The studio was in fact very interested to hear of Tess and Si’s move to make their relationship more permanent. Tess wasn’t sure what he’d said to Si, she hadn’t been there, but he’d just come out and asked her.

  “Tess, the studio has this crazy idea about us being the next husband and wife team. Crazy, I know, but Phil was really excited by their proposals.”