Misguided Control (The Control Series Book 3)

by Anna Edwards

  "Fuck."

  He grabbed her arm and pulled her along behind him to the room where Thomas was sleeping.

  "Amy you expressed some milk right?"

  "It's all in the fridge."

  "Then we’re sorted."

  "I can't just leave Thomas. What if he wants me?"

  "He’ll be okay. I told you, Pete and I will sleep in here with him." Miranda appeared at the door also now.

  Walking hesitantly, she went to the hall and wrapped a coat around her PJ's.

  "I don't think I can leave him."

  "There’s a hotel a few doors down. If mum and dad need us, we can be here in a few minutes. What about that?"

  She looked down at her feet. Contemplating. She wanted James like never before. She was desperate for him, but what if something happened to Thomas? What could happen? She knew Miranda and Pete. They would take turns watching him like a hawk till she and James returned.

  She looked towards where Miranda and Pete were smiling at her and gesturing for her to go.

  "Ok."

  .

  CHAPTER NINE

  James

  "Walk quicker."

  "I only have my slippers on. You seem to forget I have pyjamas on underneath my coat."

  James held Amy's hand tightly as he dragged her at almost a sprint out of his parent's front door and towards the boutique hotel on the corner of their Kensington Street.

  "You won't even have them on in a minute."

  They burst through the door of the hotel, and he strode confidently to the reception desk. He wasn't about to waste any time.

  "I want your best room please." He let go of Amy's hand, dug into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. His card thrown onto the desk. "Charge everything to this."

  "I..um..Sir."

  "What?" His voice was raised. He wanted Amy naked and sucking his cock. He didn't want to be dealing with idiots.

  "I'm afraid our best room is taken, Sir."

  "Then give me the next best."

  "James." Amy's warning came from beside him. He turned and looked at her. She was flushed, but he suspected it was with embarrassment as everyone seemed to be staring at them.

  "What? You want it just as bad as me."

  The receptionist coughed.

  "We’ve an executive room with a view over Kensington Park."

  "I’ll take it."

  "Would you like breakfast?"

  "No."

  "Newspaper in the morning?"

  "No."

  "A wake-up call."

  "We do not want to be disturbed unless the hotel is burning down."

  She swiped his card, and he entered his pin.

  "I’ll get a porter to take your luggage up. Is it in the car?"

  "My wife is in her pyjamas. Do we look like we have luggage?"

  "Er. No." She handed him a key. "Room Fifteen. It is on the top floor."

  He snatched the key, grabbed Amy's hand and dragged her towards the open lift.

  "That was rude."

  "I took note of her name. I’ll apologise in the morning and give her an exceptionally generous tip. Right now, I just want you naked."

  The lift reached their floor, and when the doors opened his lips met Amy's. He needed her. He could already imagine her screaming for him. He would have to improvise, but he wanted to tie her up, blindfold her, maybe some ice play. He would definitely take her from behind. They hadn't done that for a while. Fuck. Why didn't he bring some nipple clamps and a bullet vibrator?

  They reached their room; by the time the door shut he had Amy's coat on the floor and her top over her head. She wore a nursing bra, quickly cast away, and he lowered his head to lick around the nipple. She didn't want him gentle, so despite the fact that they could be sore, he bit them. She let out a loud moan of pleasure. He let go and stepped back. God, his jeans were tight. He needed to get them off and quick.

  "Remove your bottoms and position yourself over the dressing table. Open your legs and show me my pussy."

  His calloused fingers undid the buttons of his jeans while Amy did as she was told. He lowered his jeans to the floor and kicked them and his shoes to the side. He whipped his shirt over his head and threw it in a pile on the floor.

  Standing behind her, he slapped her backside.

  "That is for doubting that I find you sexy."

  He did it again.

  "That is for doubting I love you."

  She was tinting nicely. He’d missed that colour.

  On the desk was a mirror.

  "Look at your reflection." She cast her eyes up, they were glossed over with lust. "You are not to take your eyes off the mirror. I want you to see what you look like when I fuck you from behind." He leant down and sunk his teeth into her shoulder. "I want you to see what I see when you come."

  "Yes, Master."

  The reply made his cock jump.

  A full length, free standing mirror in the corner of the room caught his eye. He moved it so it was positioned beside them and gave Amy an image in the dressing table mirror that showed what he was doing to her.

  "Perfect."

  He ran a hand softly down her back. She arched backwards and pushed her hip into his erection.

  "Fuck me, Master."

  "I will take you when I want to." He slapped her backside twice more. The beautiful colouring of his hand darkening.

  "Please." Her breathless whimper was testing his resistance. He had been such a fool. She was so much stronger and resilient than anyone gave her credit for. She could take him at him most animalistic, and she would get off in an explosive climax.

  "Colour?"

  "Green." Her reply was immediate.

  "If that changes?"

  "I will use my safe word."

  In one long, agonisingly pleasurable stroke James thrust his rigid cock deep into Amy's welcoming pussy.

  "I am not going to take this easy."

  "I don't want you to. Fuck me."

  He pulled all the way out and then slammed back in. Her body jolted forward, but the gasp of lust from his wife's lips had him pulling instantly back out and repeating. He wrapped his hand around her hair and pulled her head up when she let it fall forward.

  "I said keep your eyes on the mirror."

  Again and again, he banged into her. Why had he held back for the last four months? He was certifiable. He’d missed this so much. She was taking him. She was taking all of him.

  "Can you see me fucking you?"

  Her eyes flicked to the reflection of the larger mirror.

  "Yes, oh god, that is so fucking sexy. I can see your cock sliding in and out of me."

  A bead of sweat formed on his brow.

  "Master. Please, give me more."

  He bent and sunk his teeth into her shoulder. "Come for me."

  "I love you...." Her words screamed out when her insides clamped down on him and she exploded around his body. His hand tightened on her hair again and jerked her head up, so she was forced to watch every second of her orgasm. He couldn't hold back any longer, his balls drew up and propelled his climax deep within her body. Her eyes flicked to watch the expression on his face.

  He collapsed upon her sweat-glistened back. He was breathless, and his legs were struggling to hold him up. "I didn't hurt you?"

  "Do I look like I am injured?"

  He forced himself up and pulled out. A drop of cum dribbled out of her swollen pussy and ran down her thigh.

  "That is a beautiful sight."

  She snorted a happy laugh, ran a finger over her inner thigh and brought it to mouth.

  "A beautiful taste of you mixed with me." She spoke as if in a dream.

  He helped her to stand, then pulled her into his arms, and carried her to the bed. She was almost asleep. He tucked her under the blankets, went to the bathroom and cleaned himself off. He brought back a flannel to clean her. She parted her legs and allowed him, but he could tell that she was only partially awake. He threw the cloth back into the bathroom. Tur
ned the main lights out and climbed back into bed beside her. He pulled her into his arms, one hand resting on her breast, the other on her stomach.

  "Sleep well."

  "Thank you." Her breathing shallowed, and she was asleep.

  He really did need to remember that his wife was no longer the fragile little doll he’d first met in Lanzarote. If she didn't like something, she’d let him know. He too drifted off to sleep for a few hours. He awoke, found the dressing gown cord, and tied her to the bed before licking her pussy till she came several times. He then fell back to sleep for another few hours before he decided to wake her up with his cock inside her. Damn he loved his wife. And he’d never forget what she could take from him again.

  .

  CHAPTER TEN

  Amy

  After doing the walk of shame through the hotel lobby, Amy had to come face to face with the beaming smiles of her parents in law. They were ecstatic that she and James had made up. She was as well, but less enthusiastic about them knowing that she had been virtually dragged to a hotel for a night of wild 'monkey' sex. It was almost certain she walked like a bow legged cowboy. Every ache down there smarted a little, but when James passed her Thomas to latch to her breast; it was all worth it. He had the spark back in his eye, not the worry.

  "I just need to speak to Matthew and get things arranged. Are you alright?"

  "I’ll be okay. I am going to feed our baby boy and get dressed."

  "Why don't you hold off having a shower till I have finished my phone call?"

  "Because we are going to see Colette, not spend the day passing our son around to different people so we can have sex."

  "Just you wait till he is in bed tonight then. I want you ready."

  "Always."

  She leant over Thomas and kissed James before he disappeared.

  "Your daddy is such a naughty boy sometimes."

  After Thomas had been fed and burped, the baby sick all down her shoulder was washed off in the shower. James watched and gave her pointers on where to clean. She puffed out her cheeks in disappointment when he disappeared to greet Matthew and Sonia.

  She wasn't entirely sure what was going on with Matthew today. He seemed extra grumpy, and when she asked Sonia to turn her favourite song up in the car on the way to the hospital he let out a loud grumble that had Sonia in a fit of giggles.

  "Are you sure about this?" James leaned over and brought her hand into his lap.

  "I can't walk away from her. Her life could have been so very different. She’s young. She can turn everything around."

  "Not if she actually believes what her brothers taught her."

  "She doesn't. Don't ask me how I know that but I saw it. She's just struggling to reconcile what she was taught to what she wants to feel."

  "This will be our last visit to her today. If we can't reach her, then she’s on her own."

  "James." She tried to protest.

  "No. Listen to me, please. She’s my past. And one that contains a lot of pain and anguish. I’ll help her today, but if she doesn't accept that she’s on her own. We’ve Thomas and our relationship to focus on. That is our future, and Colette is not a part of it. Too much has happened for her to be a permanent figure in my life now."

  "I know and I agree with you. I don't want her in our life. I couldn't be friends with her. I would look at her and know that she was responsible for what happened to you. We’ll help her see that what she wants is not wrong because I don't think she is mentally ill. Then we need to put her in contact with someone that can help."

  "What do you mean?"

  "You told me that you once had training to be a Dom?"

  "Yes."

  "Well, could you speak to someone where you went that will help her?"

  "Jesus. We are talking about sex clubs. She wouldn't even let me fuck her from behind."

  "Well, not sex clubs straight away but you must know someone that can help?"

  "I don't know."

  "Just think about it."

  "We’re here." Matthew grumbled.

  "Thank you, Matthew." She cheerfully replied.

  "Why don't you go get a strong coffee from the café over there?" James helped her out of the car and motioned to Matthew at the same time.

  Matthew just blew his lips out.

  "I’ll take him, Sir." Sonia came around the side of the car. "Phone us when you are ready to go."

  "Will do." They parted ways.

  "What is up with Matthew today?"

  "Hangover."

  "I thought I smelt whisky on your breath last night. How much did you drink?"

  "Not much. Matthew seemed to drink more. I sobered up pretty quickly when Sonia read me the riot act."

  "She did?"

  "Yes."

  "So I’ve her to thank for you coming to see me."

  "She made me see the light."

  "I think Matthew wishes he didn't see the light."

  "No, I believe he's just grumpy because Sonia bettered him and cuffed him to a St Andrew's cross."

  "St Andrew's cross?"

  "They have one in their rooms".

  "How did I not know this? And secondly, why do we not have one?"

  "You want a St Andrew's cross in our bedroom?"

  "Well no, not our bedroom, but we’ve enough other rooms in the house."

  "You want a playroom?"

  "Yes."

  "An adult playroom?"

  "Yes."

  "Fuck. You are the best wife ever. I’ll get it done straight away."

  James escorted her up the steps of the hospital and a nurse showed them into the room they were in yesterday. Colette and the Doctor were already there. She was scrunched up in a ball, the long sleeves of her jumper pulled down so that Amy couldn't see her hands. She didn't get up from her seat or even acknowledge that they had walked into the room.

  "Colette, are you going to say hello to Mr and Mrs North?"

  "I don't want her here."

  James' hand tightened around hers.

  "Go sit down by the doctor."

  "Where are you going?" He gave her a quizzical look.

  "To talk to Colette." He raised an eyebrow as if to say no. "Please."

  "The first sign of trouble...."

  "I know."

  She got to her knees in the slave position before Colette, and the brunette peered at her from under a tangled mass of hair.

  "You read my book."

  "It was filth." She spat the words at her.

  Amy wiped off her face and continued. Her voice was calm and didn't show any fear. "But filth that you enjoyed?"

  "Do you really let him do that stuff to you?"

  "Yes, I do. I like what he does to me, it makes me feel alive. It makes me feel loved."

  "But it’s wrong."

  "Is it? Who says it’s wrong?"

  "It’s wrong." Collette turned away her lips pressed into a stern resolve.

  "Did your brothers say it was wrong?"

  They both shuddered a little at the mention of them. "Yes."

  "How did the book make you feel?"

  "The way you wrote -- he really loved her. He wanted to care for her so much. Treat her like a princess. What he did to her body was worshipping it." She saw Colette begin to lose herself in her words but then she seemed to realise what she had said. "But that doesn't make it right. It is just formulated into a book. You wanted to sell it to all the other deviants out there."

  Colette wrapped her arms around her body.

  Amy reached out and took her hand. James leaned warily forward on his chair.

  "She consented to it. She didn't fight against him. They both chose to learn about each other's bodies that way. What you read about is physical love. Love that is natural for a man and woman to show.

  "It's wrong."

  "What happened the night you went home and told your brothers what James did to you?"

  "I don't want to talk about it."

  "It might help."

  "W
ill you leave me alone if I tell you?"

  "Depends on your answer."

  "They were angry and shouted at me. Called me so many different names and said he had made me his whore. I told them I said no to him. But that didn't stop them. They took me to the shower. Took my clothes off, threw them away. Jacob put me in the shower. The water, it was so hot it burnt my skin. They got these cloth things, like scouring pads." She lifted up the sleeve on her jumper revealing marks on her skin. “When they finished, they took me to my room and told me to do penance. I didn't have anything but bread and water for a week. I had to stay on my knees saying prayers for my salvation. A few weeks later Jacob came home weak and bleeding badly. He told me Joseph was dead and the Devil did it. I’d brought him into their lives. I was responsible for my brother's death. He threw me out."

  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw James had clenched his fists, he got up from the chair and without a word stomped slowly for the door. He was breaking down again.

  Colette stood and spoke next. "It isn't your fault. I know that’s what you’re thinking."

  He faced her.

  "If I hadn't have tried to do what I did."

  "My brothers were insane. Both of them. They were wrong." The room went silent. The enormity of the declaration from Colette’s lips resonating with them all. After years of suffering on so many levels for James and Colette, this was their peace and acceptance.

  "This will be the last time we see you. Too much has passed between us all for a friendship to develop. I will not be abandoning you, though. When the doctor releases you, I will provide you with funds to get yourself back on your feet. I also know someone who will be able to help you with the other issues you have, and I’ll put him in contact with you. Do you agree to this?"

  "Yes." For the first time since they had entered the room, no stammer came from her answer.

  "I wish you well Colette. You are a strong woman underneath. You’ll survive."

  'Thank you, James."

  "I’ll meet you outside." James turned his attention back to Amy before leaving the room.

  "Just remember to trust what you feel, not what you think, is right. James is right. You have faced so much and are a strong person as a result."

  "The person James is talking about?"

  "Will teach you everything you need to know. It won't be easy at first, but remain open to him. He’ll want to help and protect you."