by J. A. Kerr
Chapter 22
The Braille Club Undone
The Braille Club, London. Two Years On. Music Zone. Guy wore the Braille Bracelets but wasn’t in a zone. He would try that with Anna later. Today was just about testing the concept. He held his breath as he waited for the music selection to begin.
Anna
Anna was excited. Dinner with Guy, then a surprise; what more could a girl ask for? She took time picking her clothes. The caramel wraparound dress hugged her figure and the black belt around her waist cinched it in. She chose her favourite Louboutin’s. Slipping her feet into the leather, she sighed. Some women found high heels painful to wear but that was a bonus for Anna. She’d put her hair up in a sexy messy bun with every hope that Guy would take it down. Her makeup was simple but classic. The black eyeliner defined her eyes and the smoky shadow was subtle but effective. Several coats of mascara had her naturally long lashes curling upwards and framing her eyes. She applied lip-gloss until her lips were plump and shiny. Her leather jacket sexed up the outfit. Grabbing her bag she checked her mobile and smiled.
Guy: Hurry, Anna. I’m hungry and not just for food. x
She quickly replied.
Anna: Be ready. I’m on my way. I’ll fill you up!
Stepping inside Harrison’s, Anna was engulfed in the delicious scent of Caligo. Her body tingled, her nipples hardened and she parted her lips. She only slowed when she saw the restaurant. As she was guided to her table the sight of Guy made her stop. He wasn’t wearing his usual suit...his armour as Anna thought. He was dressed in a light pink shirt and low slung jeans. His hair looked different. Guy looked different. She moved towards him and saw his face light up in a slow, sexy smile. It was like a shot of adrenaline straight to her core. When he leaned in and kissed her cheek she could smell Caligo. Her whole body vibrated with excitement.
“Anna, you look amazing,” said Guy huskily.
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she replied honestly. “No suit, I notice.”
Guy grimaced. “I spend too long in the damn things and tonight’s not business, it’s definitely pleasure.”
“Mmmm, but are we still going to the zone?” asked Anna, licking her lips.
Guy’s stare was dark and full of promise. “Yes.”
A waiter appeared with their menus and the next hour was spent eating the most delicious food Anna had ever tasted. Every mouthful was exquisite and she groaned as she put her dessert spoon down on the bowl, pleasantly full but not wanting the experience to end.
“Wonderful,” she sighed. “What a feast. I’ve not eaten so well since...I can’t even remember.”
“Will we have coffee in the lounge?” asked Guy.
Anna nodded. “Good idea.”
His hand on the small of her back made her skin sizzle. Guy looked so hot tonight. Different, but definitely sexy; casual but as always, controlled. She settled down and looked around. The lounge was busy. Anna tried not to stare as she recognised famous faces amongst the crowd.
“Busy tonight,” she said. She had been surprised and delighted by Guy’s call and invitation. He’d been working a lot recently and this was a rare treat.
“Yes, this will be a good test.”
“A test?” asked Anna confused.
“We’re taking on a new manager to run Harrison’s. I’ve narrowed it down to three candidates and for the next couple of nights they’re each taking a turn of running the business.”
Anna experienced a flash of annoyance; of course, he hadn’t taken time off simply to be with her. The business came first...always.
“I see,” she said curtly, unable to hide her disappointment.
A frown appeared on Guy’s face as he turned, and then his gaze fixed on something behind her. Anna swivelled around and saw her. Her suit was perfection. The navy fabric had a dull sheen. The hot pink blouse below was a great combination with her pale coffee skin. Her dark hair was smoothed back into a ponytail. She walked towards them. Her eyes scanned the room but as Guy stood, she gave him her full attention.
“Sasha, I’d like to introduce my partner, Anna,” said Guy.
Anna rose, plastering a smile on her face and mumbled hello. Every fibre in her body was on red alert. She sensed an attraction between them even though they both looked cool and distant. Anna saw the large diamond ring and wedding band on Sasha’s finger and almost groaned; more temptation.
Anna sat down abruptly. Guy gave her a puzzled look. Normally not one for petty jealously, she couldn’t believe she was being so childish but could not stop herself. Sasha moved away and Guy turned to her.
“Did you have to be so rude?” he asked, annoyance heavy in his tone.
“Were you using me as an excuse to monitor Sasha?” Anna retorted.
Guy’s face coloured. “No.”
“Let’s face it, Guy, if you weren’t doing this little experiment, you’d be working. It’s what you love best and now I can see why. She’s beautiful.”
“No, Anna, I’m serious about us. I’m trying to make changes. I want to be with you,” Guy said earnestly.
Anna, slightly mollified but still skeptical, sipped her coffee. “Prove it.”
Guy stood. “Okay, I will. Let’s go.”
He turned and walked across the room. She had to run to catch up with him.
“Are the other managers men?” asked Anna.
“Yes. Why?” asked Guy.
“Just wondering,” said Anna.
“About what?” Guy asked tersely.
“Why you invited me to dinner on the only night a female manager is on duty.”
Guy stopped. His hands were curled into fists. “I hadn’t thought about it,” he said angrily.
Anna laughed. “Please.”
Guy grabbed her. His gaze was steely. “Stop it, Anna. You’re better than this.”
“Am I?”
His grip tightened. “I love you, Anna.”
She sagged, the fight leaving her body. His arms went around her, holding her tightly.
“I always have and I always will,” he whispered in her ear.
Anna couldn’t speak. She rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes. A plethora of feelings assailed her.
“Are you ready?” asked Guy.
She nodded and let him take her hand. He guided her through the club, down a corridor until they stood outside a door. Guy punched a code into a keypad and the door popped open and he tugged her inside.
The room was dull but Anna was alight from the inside. She caught Guy’s face and kissed him. Passion ignited inside her. His hands tugged at her dress. Heat travelled through her as she roughly pushed him away. Her fingers found her belt and loosened it. Quickly, she untied the wrap dress and it slid to the floor.
“Anna...” moaned Guy.
He was quick. His hand closed around her breast and squeezed. His mouth crashed against hers. They were both breathing erratically.
“This will be our domain,” Guy gasped. “Do you want to play?”
“I want to fuck,” said Anna impatiently.
Guy didn’t release his hold on her breast but his other hand found her buttock and smacked it hard. She gasped.
“Patron or assignee?”
She smiled wickedly. “Patron.”
Guy gave her a nervous look but nodded. “Anna, I’ve ordered some things for us to try out while working within the confines of the Braille Club. They’re on the table. The basic structure will still be followed with the sensory suit and sensory equipment but I want to alter what you feel and what the devises do.”
Anna, naked and deeply aroused, turned to look. She ran her hands over the various lengths of bindings, the collars and cuffs. The other items laid out surprised her.
“Interesting,” she murmured.
“I want to experience pain so I can replicate it through the suit.” Lifting the braille cuffs and hood she turned to Guy. His eyes were on her body as he stared at her intently.
“Strip,” sh
e ordered.
Guy didn’t move at first but then his fingers slid down his shirt and quickly unfastened the buttons. His jeans were next, then underwear and socks. His chest heaved up and down. His arousal was stiff and swollen, just the way she liked it. She walked towards the seat in the middle of the room. It was shaped like a saddle. Again she ran her hands over it, breathing hard—excited.
“Sit,” she commanded.
Moving behind Guy, she dropped the hood over his head. She’d selected the braille cuffs with the motion sensors and quickly snapped them onto his wrist. His chest moved up and down and his cock twitched. Anna was mesmerised by the power and desire she was experiencing. A very dark desire because this was no ordinary Braille session, and no ordinary zone. She knew she had restrictions which made things more interesting. Unable to touch Guy where she wanted to touch him, she went back to the table and picked the rod with the long satin cords that fell from its head. As she touched Guy’s shoulder with it, she saw him shiver. The satin cords hung over his chest. She lifted the control for the seat and pressed it on. His body stiffened as the vibrations began but his hands remained still; so far so good. She drew the rod back and as the pulse thrust up from the chair she swung it and connected with Guy’s buttocks. He gasped as his whole body vibrated and the sound of the bell was loud in the room. Anna grinned. Next, she brought the cords across his chest; his cock jerked and she laughed, enjoying herself. Thighs were next and Guy was all over the place. She built up her rhythm and his hips thrust forward again and again. When he felt the sting across his shaft, his whole body quivered. He shouted her name when he climaxed, it all happened so fast. Guy sat with his head bent as Anna approached him.
“You broke quite a few rules there,” she said to him.
Guy didn’t reply. His breathing was heavy and laboured.
“How did it feel?” she asked.
“Let me show you,” he replied.
“How do you unlock the cuffs,” she asked.
“There is a release button at the side,” he answered.
As soon as the cuffs unlocked he ripped the hood off. His eyes were intense. He walked over to his clothes and removed a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned himself.
“Sit down, Anna,” he said.
She did, and the hood slipped over her eyes. The cuffs were next and then, without warning, Guy stuffed the sodden hankie into her mouth. Her cry muffled as the chair slowly vibrated. Aroused and wet, she gasped as the central pulse rose through the fabric and nudged at her naked core. Anna’s body arched. The sound of bells filled the room and then a sting across her breasts pushed her harder. Her orgasm built as the sting was repeated over and over. Her sensitised breasts and buttocks took the brunt of the delicious cords. The central pulse was stronger and she ground her hips in frustration. Suddenly, she felt it part her and nudge inside. She arched her back and screamed as it thrust upwards, filling her, stretching her, the vibrations sending her over the edge.
The next delicious lash made her orgasm intensify. Guy did not disappoint. She ground her body against the chair. The shuddering and vibrations like nothing she’d experienced before. The thrusts got faster and faster, the sting of the cords matching the passion until she screamed in ecstasy, lost as she became one fluid sensation and she moaned as her second climax hit hard. Riding the wave of release, she didn’t want it to stop until as suddenly as it started, it stopped.
Anna gasped as the pulse retreated from her body. She tried to breathe and was relieved when the hankie was removed from her mouth. Guy pulled off the hood, and she blinked; disorientated. He pulled her into his arms and she slumped against him.
“Get dressed, Anna,” he whispered urgently.
Stumbling, she took the dress he held out to her. He was fully dressed. Her eyes swivelled towards the chair but he turned her away as he slipped her dress around her and tied it. Her belt and shoes were next as her legs wobbled, but he held her firmly. He guided her along a corridor and opened a second door. The suite was breathtakingly beautiful. Her dress stuck to her skin, her perspiration unnoticed until now, but it didn’t stay on for long. As Guy shut the door they tore at each other’s clothes; frantic. The sex would be brutal and just how they liked it.
Chapter 23
The Braille Club Undone
The Braille Club, London. Two Years On. Music Zone. Freddy Mercury’s haunting voice caught him by surprise. Bohemian Rhapsody sounded exotic but familiar, sexy but smooth. Guy was swept away by the music. When it stopped abruptly he was stunned, unaware he had moved.
Nick
Nick did his prison time with minimum disruption. He arranged for the prison guard, Cassidy, to be followed. He knew his attack must look random, although due to the nature of Cassidy’s job, it was fair to say he had enemies. Nick wanted information about his own assault; wanted to be certain Harrison was behind it. Torture guaranteed he would hear it from the horse’s mouth. Not that he would be present. A recording would be made and Nick looked forward to hearing it.
He needed to plan; get his hands on the relevant drugs, for example. He’d been astounded when he’d read about Toby’s master plan for Niven and, yes, if he admitted it—jealous. Holding her captive long-term was ambitious, but he’d failed miserably. Somehow that skinny model had stabbed him to death; the fool. That had been his mistake. He’d not kept her drugged. Drugging your captive was the key. Keeping them quiet and pliant was essential. He would need an array of sedatives and other strong drugs to render his recipient unconscious and then sedated. His outside contacts were working on it. He’d replaced Toby relatively easily although it was still inconvenient. He’d lost his initial investment. Toby’s possessions, including the camera and surveillance equipment, would have to be replaced but he was back in business.
His mistake was putting all his eggs in the one basket. He knew better now and spread the surveillance over three different contacts. Siena had no idea she was the original target which was at least something that idiot, Toby, had done right. Nick worried at first his plan would be exposed; concerned the evidence Toby left behind would implement him. It was still a worry for Nick but he’d heard nothing from the police. He was surprised; certain Toby was the vindictive type. He’d done nothing about replacements for the first few weeks but when the police didn’t connect him, he’d made enquiries. Now, with three new teams on board, he could relax knowing the surveillance was now a twenty-four hour, seven days a week operation. The images of Siena and her life arrived with consistent familiarity now. The twins were growing up.
The drugs he needed were the key to the success of the operation. Getting the dose rate right was tricky and determined by the weight of the individual. He’d have to guess. Nick’s initial thoughts hadn’t extended long term; perhaps he didn’t think he could do it. His life blown apart by events: he’d tried and failed to see a future for himself. That had changed now and he was disgusted by his lack of conviction. If he didn’t believe in himself then no one else would. His parole interview was coming up in the next few months. He was confident he would be refused. The system was like that. He might have several attempts before he was successful, but eventually he would get out. When he did he knew he’d have to play an even sillier game with his parole officer; assuring him or her of his complete rehabilitation. Thank God, he had money. It opened so many doors and opportunities. The lump sum he’d received from Siena in the divorce settlement was substantial and remained untouched. His partner had offered him a lower than market value for his side of the business. Nick knew his partner had him at a disadvantage but still negotiated hard. A slightly better offer arrived. He wasn’t happy but he took it. He’d cut all his ties with his previous life. His only focus was getting Siena back and what that entailed.
His plan was clever. He doubted Harrison left Siena alone for any period of time. If anything he was probably more vigilant. However, Nick liked Toby’s idea of making his victim come to him. It was dangerous and unpredictable to abduct Sie
na but this time he wouldn’t need to. The twins were his target. Siena would come to him. What mother wouldn’t do anything to get her children back safely? He had the perfect bait—the twins.
Chapter 24
The Braille Club Undone
The Braille Club, London. Two Years On. Music Zone. Guy was annoyed. He chided himself for his lack of concentration. He reset the bracelets and music. Pulling on the hood, he waited with anticipation. Surely he would not make the same mistake twice?
Si
Si popped the door and slid inside the car. The Porche 911 welcomed him; the rich smell of expensive leather engulfed him. Comfortable now, the seat hugged his body as he settled inside. He turned on the engine and sighed. She purred as he caressed the steering wheel. Cars were his one true love, and they didn’t answer back. However, they could be dangerous if not handled properly and he treated them with respect—always. Si loved his Porche and admired every inch of her sleek lines and powerful engine. He was still buzzing from the sex with Tess and the filming. He’d slipped the hood over her face first before covering his own; nothing like the hood in The Braille Club, but enough for his purposes—disguising their identities. He was a little drunk and pushed her hard. Wine at lunch had led to more wine and sex.
He’d felt a heady sense of power. His cock swollen and ready as he’d approached his wife. During the filming he’d almost forgotten it was Tess, but caught himself. That was a dangerous path. There were things even Tess wasn’t prepared to do, and she was prepared to do a lot. They’d always used toys and role play but Si was tiring of that. The Braille Club had been a pleasant surprise; he liked the dark, unlike Tess. She hadn’t wanted the blindfold for their game; preferring to see what he was up to. In a way he didn’t blame her, but this was new and exciting. Tess was completely at his mercy.
