by Anna Edwards
And she had Miranda, who had become like a surrogate mother to Amy. She was so caring and reminded Amy of how much she missed her own mother. She hoped Miranda would be pleased to hear of the engagement. She was a little nervous about telling her.
"Did your mother know you were planning to propose?"
James had gone to the drawer when they entered the room that Amy knew he kept some of the 'provisions' that Matthew had got for him in India. He turned around and looked at her.
"Way to ruin the thoughts in my head, Amy. I really don’t need to be thinking about my mother at the moment."
"Sorry. I just wondered. Would she be worried that we haven't been together long?"
"She adores you as much as I do Amy. Yes, I did tell her that I was going to propose. I told her what happened after I told you everything about me. She is over the moon for us and said that if I do anything to chase you away, she will disown me."
"I like your mother. She is a sensible lady."
"I like her, too, but right now, I would rather you remove all of your clothes and we banish any more thoughts of my mother from our minds. It is not conducive to what I have planned." He looked down at his groin.
Amy, lowered her dress to the floor as the sides of her mouth curled up in amusement. Something about just even getting naked before James and seeing the way he looked at her body had her quivering with anticipation.
"What do you plan on doing to me tonight?" She sauntered up to him. As in Lanzarote, she had not worn a bra with the dress, she didn't need to, so all that she had on was her knickers. He pulled some lubricating gel out of the drawer and placed it on the counter top. He then pulled out a vibrator as thick as he was. It pulsated at such a rapid speed that just one touch against her clit the other night had almost had her screaming out in orgasm.
"Amy. Normally I would ask that you don't question me on what I am going to do to you. I want you to feel the heightened sense of knowing that I will get you off hard but not how I will do it." He tore her knickers from her body and ran his hand over her sensitive mound. She was wet for him already. She didn't know why he needed the gel. She was always dripping for him with just one look. "But this is a big thing for us both. I own here; this is my pussy. It responses to any commands that I give it, even when here," —he pressed a kiss to her forehead— "is being stubborn."
James removed his hand from where he had been massaging her and Amy pouted in the loss of friction. He gave her a quick tap to her clit, which elicited a moan of shock and pleasure from Amy. He then traced his hand over her hip and around her back and down the crack of her backside. He stopped at the small puckered hole. "I want to explore here."
Amy heard him inhale a breath as he spoke and waited for her response. "I have never done that before. Have you?"
"Yes, Amy. Once with the lady I told you about."
He was honest to her. That meant a lot.
"She would have been used to it I suspect."
"I suspect as well. I have been preparing you all week to take me, though. You may not have realised, but every time I used a butt plug with you I used a bigger one. Amy, if you don't want to, please just say. I will do something different. We have a lifetime together to explore these things, when and if you feel ready."
"It is not that I don't, I like it when you play there. It heightens my orgasms. I am scared though. I worry it will hurt. You aren't exactly small."
"We will take it slowly. See how you feel. You ask me to stop and I will."
"Alright. Let's try."
James dropped his clothes to the floor and lead Amy to the bed. He laid her down affectionately upon it and climbed beside her. Amy put her left hand on his face. The ring sparkled in the dim light of the room. A gift from her fiancé. The man who held her heart. They kissed, and the kiss turned more passionate as yet again they sought to feel every part of each other's bodies, Amy no longer worried about her hands caressing James’s back. He allowed her to touch him freely, he even called out in pleasure when she ran a path over his scars. They no longer meant pain and suffering to him, they said love. Her love, a love she gave freely and with no constraints. Their bodies moved together as one as he entered her pussy and re-claimed that first as his own. His thrusts became animalistic and hard as she writhed underneath him. Then he slowed again, as she trembled on the precipice of orgasm. She cursed him as she always did but she knew that there was more and better to come. He pulled out of her and flipped her over and in one fluid movement plunged his rock solid cock deep into her pussy. She screamed out. She wanted him to move because in this position, he would rub against her g-spot every time that he did. He didn't, though. He reached over, took the lubricant, squeezed some of it against his hands, while she tried desperately to get some friction against where she needed him moving the most. He slapped her bottom and she called out in desperation again.
"James, please."
"Wait." His tone was masterful. He was at his dominating best at that very moment. She would do anything he wanted because she and her body were completely under his control. He was the only one that could give her the feelings that she craved. She hissed as she felt his finger test the pucker of her anus. Fuck. She wanted him there as well. She wanted him everywhere. He was already in her brain, her heart, her pussy. He teased his finger in slowly, as he did he started to move his cock within her. It felt painful for a mere second but after the pop which sucked him in, it felt so good. He ran his finger deeper and then gently pushed another in. She felt full. She felt complete.
"God I can feel my cock inside you. I can feel every time I move. Is it hurting?"
"No." She struggled to reply as she suppressed the orgasm bearing down on her like a stampede of wild horses.
"Come for me like this, Amy?"
She didn't need asking twice, Amy exploded around his cock. Shuddering and pulsating in an orgasm so fierce she could barely keep a sense of what was going on. As still stilled, James removed his fingers from within her but kept his cock inside her pussy. He didn't move. He just leant forward and held her until she got her breath back.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes. That was intense."
"Do you feel sore?"
"No."
He withdrew himself from within her pussy, covered himself with a condom and moved his cock to her arse.
"Can I try this Amy?"
"Yes." She didn't care if it hurt at first, she just wanted him inside of her. Anywhere. She needed to be joined with him. It was the only way she felt satisfied. James leant back on the bed and got the vibrator. He slid it inside her pussy, turned it on, and the fire ignited within her belly again. He took some of the lube and massaged it into her before pressing the head of his cock against her anus. He was so big it burnt as he pushed in, pausing to allow her sphincter to relax, then moving again, pausing again. Amy shut her eyes and tried to concentrate on the vibrator pulsating within her pussy, the pleasure that she got every time that it rubbed against her sweet spot inside her, but the burn came through. She didn't think she could do this. It was too much. But then the heat of delight hit. James was completely in her arse and he was grinding against the vibrator. She knew he was completely lost in the feeling. She could hear it in his breathing.
He withdrew from her. She instantly felt empty. He thrust back in and she squealed.
"Again." The word left her mouth before she was even able to fully register the feelings that were flooding her body. He pulled out and thrust into her again until he found a steady rhythm.
Their bodies were covered in sweat. This coupling between them was raw and untamed. It was new and they were learning. It was setting them both free from fear. Every time he thrust into her she felt herself on the verge of soaring. She was ready to fly, she had never felt so in love, she had never felt so free and so much pleasure. She was close. She could tell James was as well. The thrusting was getting quicker. James moved his hand to her clit and that was all Amy needed, she came in a furious explosion,
and then she felt James coming inside her. Their bodies shuddered together. James withdrew and she collapsed down on the bed. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tight and stroking her damp locks from her forehead.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, James, how do you know my body so well?"
"Because it was made for me. Just as I was for you."
He got up from the bed, disposed of the condom, fetched a cloth, and wiped Amy down. He then climbed into the bed beside her, and she snuggled into his arms.
"I need to sleep. I think you have just pushed me to the limit of what my body can handle"
"Oh no, you can handle a lot more, but for now I think I could do with some sleep as well."
"I don't think I want to go home tomorrow."
"I don't either, but we have to."
"Damn."
"Goodnight, Mrs North to be."
"Goodnight, Mr Jones to be."
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
James
James swept Amy into arms and carried her across the threshold of his mansion in Knightsbridge.
"You do realise that we are not married yet don't you?" Amy squirmed in his arms and tried to get him to put her down. He shrugged in reply.
"I know, just getting in practice for when we are. Besides, I know, it is quicker for me to get you to the bedroom if I don't let you walk."
"How do you work that one out?"
"You are a woman. You will want to show my mum the ring and then talk about the holiday and India. It will be at least 5 hours by the time I get you naked again."
"James you had me naked and in the mile-high club again not more than two hours ago."
"Yeah, but that was two hours ago."
She bashed his chest with her tiny fist, and he reluctantly put her down with a lamenting grumble. He wrapped his arms around her waist and affectionately kissed the top of her head.
"How you are going to survive a whole day at work is beyond me."
"You will be bringing me my lunch every day Miss Jones, that is how."
"Oh, yes? I thought that was what you had Matthew for?"
"I don't find him nearly as sexy as you. He likes to try and take the lead as well, he isn't a very good submissive."
The bodyguard grunted from behind him as he carried a heavy bag and dumped it on the floor.
"At least that is one duty I can stop performing for him then. I don't get paid enough to listen to that sort of moaning."
Amy laughed, and James just frowned at Matthew.
"You wish, Matthew." James looked around; he had expected his mother to greet them. "Mum?"
"I bet she has gone out to get the ingredients for your favourite meal. She told me when I text her earlier that she was going to cook it in celebration," Amy took her hand luggage from James as she spoke. "I will just put this in the bedroom, and then make us a cup of tea. I don't know about you lot, but I don't think I have had a decent cup of tea for two weeks now. You need to look at that for your hotel James." He smacked her bottom for her teasing.
"I will have you know I had the finest English teas imported. And this is in a country that is famous for making the stuff."
As Amy glided along to the bedroom, James watched the seductive sashay of her hips. She was his woman. They would be married soon and able to spend the rest of their lives happily together. He couldn't believe it. He needed to find a wedding planner for Amy straight away. He didn’t want to wait for her to become Mrs North. He wondered if she would consent to going to Gretna Green at the weekend and marry there? His mother would kill him if he did. And so would his sister. She had been planning her wedding for ages, and she would have to be the first. He wanted to make sure Amy would never escape from him though. Not that he thought she actually would want to go anywhere despite how annoying he could be at times. James placed his hand luggage down on the floor and began heading for the kitchen to put the kettle on for Amy when he heard her scream. It was a bloodcurdling scream, one of sheer terror and panic. James turned quickly, and he and Matthew stormed for the bedroom. James almost skidded into Amy.
"The bed" She was sobbing. "He has her."
All the covers had been torn from their bed. Blood covered them, and a massive knife was embedded in the centre of their bed. He nodded to Matthew and he went to look at it. James edged closer, next to the knife was a fingernail that had been pulled off someone. That is where the blood came from. James swallowed back the feelings of compounding unease. The knife was stabbed through a picture of his mother, gagged and bound to a chair. There was a note. He looked to Matthew as he picked it up. Amy was still sobbing in his arms.
"What does it say?"
"If you want her back, and not a piece at a time, you will meet me and give me what I want. Come alone. My whore of a niece will tell you where."
James fought back the bile that was threatening to launch from his mouth with the thought that Amy's uncle had his mother and was hurting her. Why now? How did they get in here? This place was impenetrable. After Amy had come to live here, he had made sure of that with a thorough review of his security.
"We need to call the police?"
Amy lifted her head from his chest and spoke but still clung tightly to him.
"No." James' tone was unwavering. "No police." He nodded to Matthew, "Go fetch everything we need. I will meet you in the car in a few moments. Get Sonia in here now as well."
"James, you have to call the police. You can't go to him." Her big eyes stared up at him in panic. She thought he was crazy.
James picked the picture up, and his hand was shaking with fury. "Where is she, Amy?"
"James."
"Amy, where is my mother?" He shouted as his blood reached boiling point and she backed timidly away from him.
"Call the police, and I will tell them where she is. I am not telling you while you are in this frame of mind."
She turned away from him and refused to look at the picture anymore. He really didn't need her being stubborn right now. He needed to get to his mother and rip her fucking uncle's head off. He swung her back to face him. Probably a little too forcefully. His fingers dug into the delicate flesh of her arms.
"Amy, stop messing around with me. I don't have the time for this. He said you could tell me where he has my mother. Now tell me." James positioned his face mere inches from Amy's.
"James, I don't want you going to him. He will hurt you. Please. Please call the police." Amy dared to reach up and touch his heaving chest. He could see that she was absolutely terrified but he couldn't back down. His need to control had taken over him again and he just needed to be pointed in the right direction to go kill.
"Amy, your uncle took no qualms in killing his girlfriend. Sara, remember her. He is a fucking psychopath; he was going to allow me to rape you. His own flesh and blood. Amy, please, that man has my mother. I will be okay. You have to trust me alright. Please, Amy, tell me where he is, tell me where he has her?"
He held the picture up to her face. Defeat washed over her face and she bowed her head. "It is a room in the club, furthest from the stage, to the right. It is called the 'night' room. It is where he has the girls that do the darkest stuff. Please, James, if you are going, then I am coming with you. He wants me. For whatever reason, he wants me."
James cupped her chin. Amy was shaking, tears still streamed from her eyes. He needed to calm her down and reassure her before her left her alone. "He asked for me Amy, not you. I made him lose face by taking you away the way I did. He thought he would get ten thousand pounds, he got nothing. He will want money. I will give it to him, and this will all be over. You stay here and make that cup of tea. Mum will need it when I get her back."
"Is that what Matthew has gone to get? Money?"
"Yes, Amy. Matthew is getting him money. More than I promised him before."
Sonia coughed at the door. James kept his eyes focused on Amy, still trying to calm her down.
"Matthew is ready in the car, sir."
"You stay here, Amy. I will be okay. Sonia will be with you the entire time. I will phone you as soon as I have my Mother."
He saw Amy look to the door behind him, and her eyes widened with shock. She had seen the gun that Sonia was holding for him. Sonia quickly tried to hide it, but it was too late.
"You are taking a gun." She whacked him in the chest and pushed him away.
"Amy, calm down. It is for protection."
"You are not going to give him money, are you? You are going to kill him." She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled on the ends.
"If he doesn't see sense, yes."
She pushed past James and began to head for the telephone on the bedside table. James didn't have time to think. He ripped it from the wall.
"No police, Amy. This is personal, and I will deal with it my own way."
"James, you are scaring me." Amy had flattened herself again the wall, her eyes were bewildered as she tried to take everything in. Mere moments again they were returned from a romantic break full of love and excitement for their engagement but now; now the world was falling apart around them.
"Amy, you think I haven't done something like this before? What do you think happened to the brothers? I made sure they wouldn't hurt anyone else with their misguided preaching. Why do you think I have an ex-spy as my personal protection?"
"You killed them?"
"No. I have never killed anyone. But I have had to take people to task before. Matthew has trained me to be strong and protect myself. I have to go, we will talk more later. My family is my responsibility, and I won’t let anyone hurt them and get away with it." He stroked her cheek and she leaned into his caress.
"You are not going anywhere without me."
"I am sorry, Amy." Her face registered to late what he was about to do, and he pushed her into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Sonia handed him a key, and he locked the door. "I am so sorry Amy."
