Divided Control (The Control Series Book 2)

by Anna Edwards

  "Okay. Good. I think I feel sick."

  Sonia finished having her nails done and came over. "I felt the same the first time with Matthew. But it all seemed so natural when I got in there. My desire to please Matthew just took me over, and I haven't looked back since."

  "How do I act in there? I mean do I should walk a certain number of spaces behind him? Should I kneel at his feet? Can I speak?"

  "There will be high protocols this evening because of the nature of the event. However, knowing James, you will walk beside him, almost pinned to his side so that everyone knows you’re his. I’m surprised he hasn't got a flashing neon sign for you to wear. For sitting, it depends on the Master. Grayson likes me to kneel at his side, but Matthew has Sonia sit next to him. James will tell you what he wants. And of course you can speak. Nothing will happen that you’re not happy with. You’ve a safe word?"

  "Yes."

  "Great. You are uncomfortable then use it."

  "Have either of you used your safe word before?"

  "I have once," Sonia answered, "I was exhausted, and Matthew just made me keep coming. I had to stop him. He stopped that instant and cradled me in his arms as I fell asleep."

  "I haven't. But then, Grayson knows my likes and dislikes so he doesn't push my boundaries too much now because we have the rest of our lives together to test them."

  "I just need to relax and go with the flow, don't I?"

  "Yes." They both answered at the same time.

  "Well then, I think I’ll start by getting my nails done and then the massage." She wiggled her glass, "Is there any more champagne, and have we ordered snacks?"

  At exactly eight-thirty pm there was a knock on the door and as the beautician opened it, in walked James, Grayson and Matthew. All three had dinner suits on. Amy was sure her tongue was hanging out and she was panting like a horny teenager at the sight of James. The black bow tie around his neck emphasised his muscular column and his shoulders looked even broader in the jacket. He smiled at her as the beautician returned to her side and placed the final few touches to her lipstick.

  The dress that he had chosen for her was made of black silk, it had a halter neck collar that was adorned with sapphire and gold beads, the beads followed a path down her back into an exposed keyhole design which finished just above her bottom. The dress was tight around her hips before a split to the left side allowed her to show off a beautiful tanned leg which was accentuated by three-inch heeled sandals. She should have probably laid off the carbohydrates at lunch time and breakfast with this dress being so body hugging but the others assured her she looked amazing. It was now James' turn to look like a randy adolescent. He swept her into his arms and pressed a heated kiss to her lips.

  "Let's forget this idea and go back to our room?"

  "I have just spent close to four hours getting ready. I want to go out."

  "You need a couple of things before you do."

  He handed her a mask to disguise herself. It was delicately made of black thread and copied the pattern of the beads on her dress.

  "The ball is a masquerade. I have one. Nobody will know who we are. You’re only to remove it when in the private room with me."

  "Yes, Master." She tried not to laugh as she handed the mask to the beautician who placed it on her.

  "You have these." He gave her the gold cuffs and helped to put them on her arms. She could hear Sophie and Sonia exhale.

  "They’re beautiful." Sonia exclaimed and flashed her eyelashes at Matthew.

  "Well I didn't get you a bracelet, but you do get a collar to match your dress, if you wish to wear it?"

  She turned as Matthew opened a box and showed Sonia a necklace laced with rubies to match her vibrant red dress.

  "Matthew, you can't afford this!"

  "Seems I can, with my winnings the other night."

  "Really?"

  "Yes." He placed it around her neck as Amy watched on, she had never seen her bodyguard so happy.

  "Well Grayson, what do I get?" Sophie raised a questioning eyebrow.

  "You just had a lavish wedding and will be spending the next week in my bed on our own deserted Caribbean Island. I think you have enough." Grayson stood with his arms folded defiantly across his chest in answer

  "Worth a try." Sophie went to him and kissed him. "We ready to go?"

  "The limousine is downstairs waiting."

  “I just want one moment with Amy if that is alright?” James held her hand, the other nodded and filed out of the room.

  “Is everything alright?”

  “Yes, I just wanted to tell you what will happen tonight before we go. I’m sure Sonia and Sophie have told you most things. When we go to the private room, Alexia will come with us. You have my assurances that she will not touch me. If she does, I remove her from the room immediately and request her disrespect is dealt with.”

  “I understand. I trust you.”

  “I want to push your boundaries tonight; it’ll not only be you trusting me. I’ll be trusting you as well. If you don’t like something tell me. I’m putting faith in you to tell me. In return, you will be giving me the power to know when something is wrong. That is why you have to give me the control sexually.” James’ eyes had turned dark and focused. “I’ll not use a safe word tonight. We’re going to use a traffic light system. Green, you’re happy with everything. Yellow, you’re feeling a little uncomfortable or nervous. Red, stops everything. I’ll ask you several times throughout the evening how you’re feeling and you will answer me truthfully. If I do not believe your answer, then we will end. Do you understand everything I’m saying?”

  She thought for a moment. It was a lot to take in.

  “Yes.” She answered.

  He smirked.

  It didn't take long to get to the club, and as the car pulled up, James held her close and whispered.

  "How are you feeling?"

  "Green. I put my faith in you tonight, and I’ll be rewarded. She took a kiss from his lips, and he got out of the car and extended his hand to help her out. She expected the club to be dingy and similar in the facade to what the school once was, but when she got her first glimpse of it, she was pleasantly surprised. It was sophisticated and looked like a high-class nightclub. She relaxed and took James' arm.

  "We have high protocols this evening. You will walk at my side at all times. You don’t go anywhere without asking me first, and from now on you may only call me Master or Sir. Matthew and Grayson are to be treated with the same respect. Remember that they’re in control of Sonia and Sophie, so be mindful of interaction with them. To touch anyone here, you must ask my permission."

  "Yes, Master."

  "You may speak to me as you wish but wait for permission for others."

  "Yes, Master."

  He pulled her close to him, and they entered the glamorous foyer of the club. Grayson was instantly greeted by a throng of guests that obviously knew what mask he would be wearing or recognised him despite it.

  James was welcomed and seemed on friendly terms with those surrounding them. They were shown to their VIP seating area.

  "Where would you like me to sit, Master?" She wasn't going to presume anything.

  He patted the seat next to him. "Always next to me."

  "Thank you, Master." She took a seat.

  Drinks were brought to them, and the conversation flowed with ease. She needed the bathroom and got to her feet to go.

  "Where are you going?" James' stern voice came from behind her. Damn, she had forgotten, she was supposed to ask him if she wanted to go anywhere.

  "I needed the bathroom, Master. I’m sorry I forgot I should ask."

  His voice grew thick with lust and his eyes darkened. Had he just been waiting for her to make an error such as this? Why did her barely-there panties suddenly dampen with excitement?

  "I think you need a reminder. Come here." He stood, and she bowed her head and walked towards him. “Grayson. Turn Sophie away.” James pulled her close to him with
her breasts against his chest and began to rub his hand caressingly over her pert backside before giving it a hard whack, again he rubbed and then repeated before growling into her ear. "Ask Masters, Grayson and Matthew to do the same to you."

  "What?" She suddenly froze.

  "Colour?"

  Amy pulled back her shoulders and held her head high. She didn't want to go to Matthew first so went towards Grayson.

  "Please Master Grayson, I made an error, would you help me learn my lesson."

  He nodded and pulled Sophie up to her feet.

  "Hold her still, Sophie." Sophie stood in front of her and mouthed, 'you’re doing brilliantly.'

  Grayson followed James example, smacking her twice, caressing in between.

  "Thank you, Master Grayson."

  "You’re welcome."

  She could feel her cheeks flushing. She looked over to James and could make out his erection growing within his dress trousers. Her breath hitched, and her clit throbbed. She turned her attention to Matthew, who looked to James for approval. When they had been with the same woman, was James dominant over Matthew? She suspected so.

  "Master Matthew, please help me learn my lesson."

  Matthew nodded kindly at her and manoeuvred her hands so that they rested on the side of his seat. Matthew did not caress her; instead, he looked to Sonia and gave her permission to do so. He applied the smack and Sonia's tender hands soothed the pain away.

  "Thank you, Master Matthew."

  Matthew nodded again.

  She returned to James just as someone called to Grayson.

  "I need to go and talk to some people. Can you look after Sophie for me please?"

  "Of course. Sophie, you will accompany Amy to the bathroom please."

  "Of course."

  Grayson pulled Sophie to her feet again and pressed a kiss to her lips. "If you’re good I’ll reward you with your swing on my return."

  "Yes, Master."

  Grayson disappeared off, and Sophie took Amy's hand and guided her to the bathrooms.

  "How are you feeling?"

  "Is it always that intense?"

  "Yes."

  "I think the amount I defy James I’ll probably end up with quite a sore bottom by the end of the evening." She laughed, and Sophie joined in.

  They both did their business and avoided the glares of jealous women when they both strode confidently back to their seats. As they approached she could see another woman in her position. She was not touching James, but she was near him. Jealousy spiked in her, and her heels got a little louder as she marched towards him and his new companion. Sophie tried to keep a grip on her but at some point, she let go. When she got back to James, she stood directly in front of him, her hand on her hip.

  "Yes?" He looked up at her.

  "Where do you want me to sit, Master, as there appears to be someone in my seat?"

  "She’s feisty, Master James. I like her, she’s perfect for you."

  She turned her head sharply to glare at the woman, taking in her features properly for the first time. She was a little older than her and probably a dress size bigger, she had her brown hair cut in a stylish bob, and Amy was sure that she had some sort of filler in her lips to make them that pouty.

  The woman came to stand in front of her while James stood behind her. "This is your mistress for the evening. You will refer to her as Mistress Alexia."

  She bit her lip when he pressed his hard erection into her back and whispered into her ear, "Your jealousy is a big turn on." He pulled back, "Alexia, you may kiss my fiancée in greeting." She pushed back into him, and he came down to her ear again, "I got you beautiful, relax."

  She stood frozen to the spot as the elegant woman leant forward and pressed her lips against Amy's.

  Alexia pulled back. "So sweet and delicious."

  "Shall we go to our room?" James spoke from behind her.

  She just managed to say yes.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  James

  Alexia lead the way through the slate grey corridors of the club. He held Amy close to him as they followed. She was already breathing rapidly.

  “Colour?”

  “Green…just”

  He had learnt to read her well, she was excited and enjoying everything, even the public display of punishment. He bet the second he pulled her pants from her body they’d be soaked with the juices of her arousal.

  Alexia held the door open for them, and he watched Amy's face intently as she entered the room. It was modern and minimalistic; the walls pristine white. In the middle of the chamber was an enormous, circular king size bed and it was covered with fresh sheets in finest black cotton. Along one wall were white cupboards, filled with various items that might be needed. He knew what he wanted to use on Amy and had sent Alexia a list so that she could buy new. Even though everything was sterilised, he wouldn't use anything previously used by anyone on his fiancée. Hooks on the ceiling, should they need them, but he wasn't going to push her too far.

  Alexia walked into the centre of the room and stood with her hands behind her back and head bowed.

  "Go and join Alexia. Stand as she does, until I give you both instructions."

  He went over to the cupboard where his personal toys were stored. He wanted to deprive Amy of as many senses as he could so she was able to just focus on what he and Alexia would be doing to her. That would be the best way to get her to relax initially. He brought a small MP3 player and a mask over to the bed and placed them down. He then proceeded to take his jacket and bow tie off. He could hear a little purr of disappointment from Amy as he removed the bowtie.

  "You like this my little kitten?" He waved the bow tie in front of her, and she looked up.

  "I like the way you look in it, Master."

  "You want me to fuck you while I’m still wearing it?"

  "Please, Master." Her eyes lit up.

  "Remove my shirt and put the tie back on me then."

  "But I don't know how to tie a bow tie?"

  "Do you need Alexia to show you? She won’t touch me but merely instruct you."

  "Please, Master."

  "Alexia, assist her please."

  The brunette took the tie from his hands and looked at Amy with a reassuring smile.

  Amy undid the pearl buttons of his shirt and slid her hand inside to touch his chest to drop the shirt to the floor. He grabbed her hands.

  "Did I say you could touch me?"

  "No Master." She bit her lip.

  "Do it again, and I’ll chain your hands behind your back, and I won’t wear the tie."

  "I won’t do it again."

  He released Amy's hands, and Alexia gave her the bow tie. James watched her face as she, under Alexia's tutelage, tied it around his thick neck. Her breasts already rose and fell on a quickened breath. He needed to stroke himself when she stuck her tongue through her lips in concentration. He needed to get himself under control or Amy would find this whole experience wholly unsatisfying.

  "Alexia, I want you to undress Amy and help her to lay on her back on the bed." He stepped away from them. "I then want you to put the blindfold over her eyes and the headphones in her ears."

  "Yes, Master."

  He loosened the buckle on his trousers and slid them down his toned thighs as he watched Alexia undress her with such tender care. Her black silk dress pooled at her feet, and her muscular legs looked even longer in the heels.

  "Leave her shoes on."

  Alexia nodded and held onto the thin straps on Amy's knickers. She got down on her knees before her and slid them down her legs. Amy didn't take her eyes off him the entire time. The corners of her mouth turned upwards as the cold air hit her pussy, he looked down, and she was devoid of any hair down there. She had always kept herself neat, but everything was gone now. His cock strained for escape.

  "Beautiful." He reached out and ran his finger over her saturated labia. "And so wet for us Alexia."

  "May I feel for myself, Master?"

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p; "If Amy allows you."

  "She may Master." He heard Amy whimper as slender fingers travelled over her mound. He ran his fingers over her again, and her head fell back. He stood up and with one hand pulled her back up to look into his devouring eyes, and with the other hand he pushed two fingers between her succulent lips.

  "She how excited you are?"

  "It’s all for you, Master."

  "Alexia is a switch. That means she’ll be my submissive, but with you she’ll top you as well.”

  "That means she’ll dominate me as well?"

  "Yes. She’ll give you instructions as I do but mine will overrule hers at all times."

  "Alright. I’m happy with that."

  "Good girl. Alexia, please assist Amy onto the bed."

  Alexia did as asked; Amy lay back on the bed.

  "Put your hands above your head," Alexia spoke, and Amy instantly obeyed. "Master, these cuffs are beautiful. I think we should take away her ability to touch us."

  "My thoughts exactly. You blindfold her and put the headphones in. I’ll get the chain for the cuffs." He turned to walk back to his jacket but was stopped.

  "James?" Amy was suddenly shivering.

  "What is wrong?" He quickly came back to her side, his voice full of concern.

  "Yellow." Alexia stepped back and resumed her position of hands behind her back and head bowed.

  "What I’m merely trying to do is take away your sense of sight and hearing to heighten your sense of our touch upon your body. Alexia and I are going to kiss you and play between your thighs. I’ll use no toys here. It’ll merely be our lips and hands. We will insert our fingers into you but nothing else."

  "That sounds like it would be fun."

  "Yellow is a good feeling here, I want you on edge. Besides I put the Chicago soundtrack on the music player. I know it’s your favourite."

  She laughed but still hesitated.

  "Alexia and I won’t touch each other. We will both stay clothed. You’ve my word on that.” He could feel her relaxing again.

  “Just make sure you keep your lips on my body at all times."