by Anna Edwards
"Please, I can't hold on much longer. I need you. I need to come, or I think I may burst."
He laid her down on a marble table in the centre of the room. He stepped back and pressed the button again. She ripped her coat from her body and arched her back as she lay down. Her hands traced the outline of her breasts in the sapphire silk dress. Her hair was loose and she looked absolutely stunning, writhing under the moonlight that flooded through the carved holes of the wooden frame of the building. Her hands slid lower and pulled her dress up her thighs until it was bunched up around her waist and gave him the perfect view of the glistening skimpy lace panties that she wore. He leant forward, ripped them from her body and stood between her open thighs. He could see her laid bare to him like she was a sacrifice to his needs. His cock was straining against the fabric of his suit trousers, begging to be buried deep. But he was going to savour every drop of her delicious essence first. He pulled her close to him and drove his tongue deep into her flooding vessel. She was going to come soon. He could already feel the onset of the waves that would pulsate through her body at any moment. He wanted to see her get off so hard so he took some of the moisture and slid it around to the puckered hole of her anus.
"Amy, I’m going to let you come straight away, but I need you to hold yourself open to me." She moved her hands to her cheeks and pulled them apart. He tenderly pressed his finger into her tight tunnel. With his free hand, he pressed the button on the remote control, and Amy screamed. She was loud and uninhibited; she was shuddering in ecstasy against his finger. He kept going and she came again. She collapsed back against the cold of the marble, her eyes almost rolling backwards in her head. She struggled to come back down to Earth.
"I... god...huh."
"You liked that."
"Uh-huh"
He laughed.
"You didn't come." She looked down at his straining need.
"Later. I have kept you high most of the day. You needed that."
"I wouldn't have lasted much longer. I was about to go to the bathroom and sort out the need myself."
"You could’ve told me that sooner. I would’ve got to punish you then."
James went to a cupboard and pulled out a sealed bottle of water and a towel.
"You bring all the ladies up here?"
"Only the special ones." She laughed, reached out, and hit him as he cleaned her up. "Actually, I typically sit up here to cool down after a run. Matthew always makes sure that is in the cupboard."
"I think I love Matthew."
"I hope not."
She whacked him again, this time with a little more pressure. She went to pull her hand away, but stopped at his chest and placed her hand over his heart.
"Marry me?"
"What?" They were the words he wanted to hear but not now. Not like this. He had to do it on his terms. Didn't he?
"Marry me?"
"Alright, you’ve drunk a few too many glasses of champagne, and you’re still high. We can talk about this tomorrow. We better get back to the party." He picked up her torn knickers and gave them back to her before turning away.
"James North. Turn around." He froze. 'Turn around." Her tone was stern and sent shivers cascading down his spine. "You doubt I know my own mind. After everything." James watched as she slid from the marble table and came towards him. He was still wearing his tie from the service but in seconds she had that on the floor and the top buttons of his shirt undone. She took the engagement ring in her hand and held it up between them. "This is mine, and I want it back." She blushed. Her domineering side always came with a fluttering of bashfulness "Please."
James didn't have to control this moment. They managed it together. He pulled the chain from around his neck and undid it. He slid the ring from it. Amy held her left hand out and slid the ring onto her finger.
"Yes, Amy. I’ll marry you. And this time. It doesn't come off."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Amy
"I want to go and check on the school before we go to Las Vegas." Amy stood with her hands on her hips and a painfully defiant look on her face. There was going to be no arguing with her. James held his hands up.
"I’ll make the arrangements. We fly back to London in an hour, so I’m sure Matthew can make a detour."
"You aren't going to tell me no?"
"Should I?"
"No."
"We will go this afternoon; it’s not a problem Amy." James shut his laptop down and looked across the study to where Amy was still standing. It had been a couple of days since the wedding. All the guests had gone, and Miranda had flown back to London the day after the wedding with James' father. They were going to talk. They didn't want James around. James himself needed to come to terms with his father being back on the scene.
"You’re worrying me."
"Why?"
"You’re being too accommodating."
"I told you if you wanted to see the school at any point I’d take you."
"You did, but I didn't believe you."
"Come here." He pushed his chair back and patted his lap. Amy was confused but went over and sat down. He brought her left hand up to his lips and kissed it; he then ran his fingers over the diamond of her engagement ring.
"Divided control. That is what we have."
"I guess I’m still finding that a little difficult to get used to sometimes."
"I could always take you to the bedroom and exert my control if you wish."
"As much as I’d like that, I think I have only just recovered the use of all my functions after last night and twice again this morning."
James pressed a button on his phone, Matthew's voice came over the speaker.
"Boss?"
"We will be ready to leave in five minutes. I need you to arrange to detour to the school on the way back. Can you have the chief architect there to give her an update on how the renovations are going?"
"He’s in the South Downs with his family, Sir."
"Damn it. Yes, that is correct. Can you call him and arrange for him to be available to conference telephone should we have any questions? Tell him I’ll ensure he is suitably recompensed for the inconvenience."
Amy put her hand over James’.
"There is no need for that Matthew. I just want to see how the works are going. I can always speak to him another day when he is back at work. He needs to spend time with his family."
Matthew went silent on the other end of the phone; he was waiting for James to confirm her request. James just smiled at her before speaking.
"Do as she says, Matthew."
"Sure thing, Boss. Will there be anything else or shall I go and start loading the luggage."
"No that is everything for now. Thank you." James hung up. "I thought I was kind offering a conference call. Normally I would’ve had a car sent to pick him up and bring him back to London."
"I was surprised you didn't say that."
"I can ask him to send an email update as soon as possible if you wish."
"No, let him have his family time." Amy reached over and unplugged James' laptop from the charger. He physically flinched. Amy carefully placed it in his bag. "It is the Christmas holidays. Most people are with their family and ignoring anything to do with work. You’ve spent the last three hours answering emails and making calls. That is enough for the day. In fact, that is enough work until we get back from Las Vegas. I’ll give this to Matthew later and have him put an out of office on it and hide it until we get back."
James frowned.
"I have a business to run. I need to keep track of things. People expect answers."
"You have your emails on your iPhone. You can check that and respond to anything exceptionally urgent." Amy stressed the exceptionally.
"Alright, I agree. But."
"There is always a ‘but’."
James swatted her butt, a playful grin appearing on his face. "I’m upgrading the hotel room in Las Vegas to the best one."
"Fine. But I think that is big
ger than my side of the bargain, so I have to add one more."
"What is that?"
"We need to talk with your mother and father.”
"No."
"Yes. I spoke to your mother this morning. She and your father are going to take things slowly, but they’re back together. I doubt he has told her that he thinks you deserved the beating. She needs to know."
"No, she must never know that.” James turned his head to stare out of the window. “Is he at my house?"
"No. He has taken a hotel room for a few days in London. He’s going to look for something more permanent with Miranda."
"You mean; mum is going to ask me to pay for her to have a house somewhere with him."
"I don’t think they will. He can get a transfer with his job, so a mortgage won’t be a problem. The money that you gave him when he left? He never spent any of it. He placed it in a savings account. They’ll use that for the deposit, unless you want it back."
James shook his head.
"I won’t have them having a mortgage and my mum having to work. I’ll arrange for the house for them. They can use any of their money to furnish it."
"This is their decision. They don't want to be dictated to. This is why we need to meet and discuss it with them."
"Was this what you actually came in here to discuss?"
"Yes. I have been pacing up and down our bedroom floor for the last hour trying to figure out how to tell you."
"Mum phoned you rather than tell me."
"She was terrified how you’d react. She never stopped loving your father. Yes, what he did was wrong and I’m not too enamoured of the way he spoke to you when I first met him, but she wants to try and forgive him for everything." Amy could see that he was hurt. His own mother had not spoken to him about something so personal to her because she was afraid of his reaction. Amy wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed the warmth of her body into him in comfort.
"You know I spoke to him at the wedding."
"Your father?" Amy queried. "What did he say?"
"He said I couldn't see anything in other than black or white. I had shut down after the attack." James kissed the top of her head. "He likes you. He has you sussed already. He knew that you don't take any shit from me."
"Smart man. And you haven't shut down. You are opening up for me."
"I can’t do this right now. I need to get away. I’ll talk to them when we return from Las Vegas. Will you tell mum?"
"I will.” Amy lent forward and kissed him. “Come on, we better go or Matthew will be stamping his impatient little feet.”
They both laughed and the tension of the last few minutes dispelled.
Two hours later and Amy was standing open-mouthed in front of the school. Elena had her arms outstretched in a ta-da position and James fiddled nervously with the belt of his jeans.
"So what do you think? So many people have been commenting on it and asking when we’re opening. I have been taking so many bookings and handing out so many leaflets. I think I only stopped to have Christmas dinner and then came back here. Please say you love it? I know you chose the colours and everything, but …. Amy say something."
Amy put her finger to Elena's mouth to silence her so she could say something. The whole front of the building had changed. In front of her now was a vibrant coloured space with murals of dance and a whole new glass frontage. What caught her eyes the most though was the sign that said Amy's School of Dance. Tears started to stream down her face.
"It is beautiful. I love it. Elena, you’ve been so wonderful. I should have been here helping you." James phone rang and he watched Elena wrap her arms around Amy is a joyful hug while he answered it.
"I just need to take this. I’ll meet you inside."
Elena grabbed Amy's hand and started to pull her towards the building.
"No, you didn't need to be here helping me. I have loved every minute of it. It has just been the most fun. You’ve given me a place in life and I’ll never ever forget that."
Amy was trying to concentrate on what Elena was saying, but her mind was trying to take in all the changes to the school. A new reception area had been built for them to welcome the children and signposts directed them to specific rooms. The rooms had all been named after a type of dance.
"The names?"
"Oh, I suggested that. I hope you don't mind."
"No, not at all. That is perfect. Just as I would’ve done."
"See I told you we read each other's minds."
"I think we do."
"Come, you have to see the stage. It’s just amazing."
Elena tugged hard on Amy's left arm and stopped when she saw the engagement ring.
"Oh, my God. Oh my God." She was jumping up and down and clapping her hands. "You got engaged. Oh, Amy. I’m so happy for you. Why didn't you text me and tell me? I would’ve got banners and balloons up to welcome you both back with."
"That is why I didn't tell you." Amy laughed.
"Am I getting overexcited?" Elena cringed.
"Just a little, but it wouldn't be you if you didn't."
"Right you can tell me all about the proposal and everything in a minute. First, I must show you the stage area. It isn't properly finished yet, but it is getting there."
Elena opened the door, and Amy almost collapsed on the floor in shock. Gone was the bar where women had been accosted, replaced by a mini theatre. The seats were tiered so you could see the stage and that was set out with all new equipment and a dance floor that the Royal Albert Hall would be proud off.
"Are you imaging all the things we can put on in here? Dance shows, maybe we can even get a drama teacher and a singing teacher and turn it into a proper drama school." Elena ran up to the stage and began to dance, her heels clicking on the floor. "Listen to those acoustics. How they did it, I’ll never know."
"I think I’m lost for words." Amy just kept looking around, every time she moved her head she noticed something different. James came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"You like it?"
"This must have gone over budget. I’ll never be able to pay you back. The business will never make enough money."
"I have all the financial calculations back at the house. That is what the phone call was. I knew the second you saw everything you’d want to go through it all. I called in some favours. I promise you, everything is as agreed."
"Amy, get up here and dance."
James pulled Amy's jacket from her shoulder.
"Go on. You need to check it out right now. Once they put the finishing touches in it will be harder to change the floor."
Amy took her winter boots off. She removed her socks and jumper, leaving her in just her tight-fitting jeans and a vest top. The starting blast of a favourite song of Elena and Amy's sounded out from the stereo system. The noise seemed to travel all around her. She looked over to the man she loved, leaning casually and very sexily, against a seat. Amy rolled her shoulders and shut her eyes. She became lost in the music and danced freely. Everything about this place, the atmosphere, the sounds, the floor-- it was better than she could’ve ever imagined. The song finished, and James came up to the stage to join them.
"Is it alright?"
"It is better than alright. It’s perfect."
"Good. Cause once you get back from Vegas you will be very busy getting this place going."
"Vegas." Elena squealed in the background. "Oh, my God. Are you two getting married there?"
Both Amy and James turned to her and said "No" at the same time.
Amy was sure she heard Elena say 'yeah right' as she left the stage. Amy melted into James' arms.
"Thank you. I don't know how you did it, but you read my mind."
"I read your mind every day. We read each other’s."
"Oh yeah. What am I thinking now?"
"That you really want to spend all evening having me kiss every inch of your body, then slide my massive cock into your sweet little pussy and ride you
until you can't walk anymore." He began to kiss down Amy's neck. She pushed him away.
"Wrong. It was we better not forget to get steak on the way home."
James groaned, "Wait until I get you home."
"Give me a minute."
He nodded and jumped down "I’ll meet you in the car."
Amy walked back to the side of the stage and put her boots and jumper back on. She took another look around the room.
"All the demons of this place have finally gone. I know that I’m making you proud, mum and dad. I have finally found my place in the world."
CHAPTER FORTEEN
Amy
"Look, the lights are coming on. That is the Luxor, isn't it? That beam goes right up into the sky. Oh, and look there is the MGM lion. My God it’s massive. Everything is so bright and colourful. New York, New York! We have to go on that roller coaster." Amy bounced up and down in her seat. Las Vegas has always been one of the places on her bucket list, and so far, it was living up to her expectations entirely. "Paris." She quickly turned her head in the other direction. "The Bellagio." She looked to Sonia, who was excitedly griping Matthew's hand and staring out the window at the same time.
"Can we go see the fountains one day, Matthew?"
"If the Boss says so."
They all looked at James, who still wore his Armani sunglasses despite the fact it was dark. He flipped them up. "If I can tear myself away from the gaming tables I guess we could."
Amy whacked him hard in the chest. "The Venetian! It’s massive. We’re doing a gondola ride. If these two miserable men don't want to Sonia, we will do it together." She paused "And then spend lots of their money in the shops."
