by Anna Edwards
"I plan on it. You’ve nothing to fear there."
Alexia returned and placed the blindfold over Amy's eyes and then the music in her ears. He held her hands the entire time, she was tense, but he could stop that in a matter of minutes.
"Alexia, will you fetch the chain from my jacket pocket and attach it? I’ll stay here."
Alexia chuckled and swayed her hips as she went to his jacket. He saw Alexia more as a friend than a sexual partner. Yes, they’d been intimate on numerous occasions, but it was never emotional. He’d allowed himself to be guided by Alexia even though he still took the position of dominant. It was from her that he learned the magic of a woman's body and now she was using her guidance to help him find out more with the body of the woman he would spend the rest of his life with.
When Alexia had finished chaining Amy's hands to the bed in a position that pushed her breasts together, she stood aside and waited for his next order.
"Suck on Amy's breasts. She likes an interplay of pain and pleasure, gentle biting and flicking."
"Yes, Master."
He positioned himself between Amy's legs. He started with her feet and alternated kisses and nips up one leg, missing the mound of Venus between them, which she grumbled about. When she tried to thrust into his mouth, he gave her a little tap on her pussy in punishment; he then ran back down the other side. His eyes flicked up, and he saw Alexia alternating between her breasts, their colour tinting red as she pushed them higher hoping that she’d get more stimulation to them.
"She’s greedy, Master."
"Very." He shifted his weight trying to disguise his movement and bit down with his teeth on her left nipple. Amy arched her back and cried out. "Put a finger inside her but don’t touch her clit. Keep one hand on her breast." He continued to pleasure her other breast while he used his other hand to circle her hooded clit, which was already plump with her desire. Amy was writhing on the bed from all the stimulation.
"Another finger." He loved how supple Alexia was that she was able to obey his instructions without question.
"We should use nipple clamps, Master. She has perfect breasts for them."
"I told her I wouldn’t use toys while she was blindfolded." He pulled one of the plugs out of her ears. She dreamily moaned.
“I’d like to put nipple clamps on you.” His voice was heavy with the desire he was feeling.
“Yes.”
He returned the earphone to its place.
Alexia placed the nipple clamps over Amy's breasts.
“Yellow…yellow.”
James rubbed her clit and thrust his fingers in and out.
“God. Green!”
Amy arched her back off the bed and almost dislodged his fingers. He placed more weight on her legs.
"Straddle her stomach. We will alternate licks to her ravenous little clit." He had purposely not shaved for this, he wanted Amy to get the different sensation of feminine and masculine teasing her to orgasm. And the fact she had removed all the hair from her mound played into his plan perfectly because everything down there would be extra sensitive. He teased a third finger into Amy and hooked them to find her G-spot. He first licked her clit, and then Alexia did. It didn't take long before he knew that she was on the verge of her orgasm. The skin of her pussy was flushed red and sodden with her craving.
"Next time bite down. I want her flying. Keep it going until she multiples."
"Yes, Master." Alexia smiled at him like a proud teacher seeing her student take his rightful place in the world.
Alexia bit down on Amy's clit, and immediately she cried out and began writhing in ecstasy. A rush of Amy’s arousal soaked his hand. Her inner muscles gripped his fingers like a vice as his cock strained within his pants to try and get to her. He was sure it would be covered in pre-cum the second he removed it from his pants. He needed to do something to make this last. Amy began to come down, and he nodded to Alexia to bite again, and instantly she came again. They did it a third time before Amy whispered. “No more. I need to get my breath back.”
He withdrew his fingers and placed one in his mouth to savour her glorious taste.
"Undo her chains and remove the headphones and blindfold. Sit her up."
"Yes, Master. "Alexia obeyed his instructions, and he removed his straining cock from his pants. He needed to come now, or he wouldn’t be able to last long for what he had planned next. He began to fist himself. Amy adjusted her eye sight to the light and saw what he was doing to himself.
"I’m going to come now so that I can continue to pleasure you, as that got me a little more excited than anticipated. I’m going to give you a choice. I can come on you and Alexia licks it up, or vice versa. What do you say? Only you get to clean me, though."
She suddenly blushed, and he knew something naughty had crossed her mind. He stopped touching himself and reached out and grabbed her hair and pulled her towards him.
"Tell me exactly what went through your head. Word for word."
"Master?"
"I won’t ask you twice."
"I thought that maybe you could cum on us both, and we could clean each other up."
He almost came right there.
"Pardon. No, I heard you. I think I have awoken a little demon. Both of you on your knees on the floor."
Alexia pulled off her top, and they both scrambled to their knees in front of him. He couldn't take his eyes off Amy. She had a mischievous glint in her eye. God, he loved this woman. James fisted himself faster, running his strong fingers over the throbbing head. His orgasm began building deep at the base of his balls. Amy's eyes shifted from his face to his cock, watching every stroke He saw her grinding her legs together to try to get friction where she wanted it.
"Amy legs apart. You come without me saying, and we will go straight home, and you won’t have my penis inside you for at least a week." She instantly split her legs giving him a better view of her still swollen sex. That was the last straw. He stepped forward and immediately spurted his seed over the welcoming faces and breasts of both the woman.
"Amy. Clean me."
She leant forward and sucked at the head of his still hard cock. Her warm tongue lapped up every drop.
"You’re clean now, Master. May I have permission to clean Mistress Alexia?"
"Alexia?" As a courtesy, he asked her, he already knew the answer from the way the brunette looked at Amy.
"Of course."
Amy tentatively leant forward and brought her lips to Alexia's mouth. She used her tongue to search her chin, down her neck and onto where a drop of his cum hung on Alexia's left breast. When she was clean, James motioned for Alexia to clean Amy. He was already getting hard again. Amy wouldn’t be the only exhausted person tonight after this.
"Tell me what you thinking?"
"Master, I’m thinking that your cum tastes delightful mixed with the strawberry flavour of Mistress Alexia's body. Are we finished now, Master?"
"What do you think, Amy? Do you say it is fair that we’ve both taken our pleasure while Alexia is half naked and needing something between her thighs?"
She shook her head. "Alexia, tell Amy what you’d like her to do to you while I fuck her from behind with a set of anal beads inside her."
CHAPTER TWENTY
Amy
It was approaching one a.m. by the time they returned to the hotel. Amy was wrapped up in James' jacket and cradled in his arms; the use of her legs seemed to have failed her ever since she had spent the chimes of New Year with him deep inside her, while she sucked on Alexia's clit. It had definitely been a New Year's experience to remember, and she made a mental note that he needed to research a club in London where they could do the same thing. If not, he was to assist Grayson in opening one. She didn’t think she would like being treated like someone's property but it was all about reward not ownership and she certainly got her reward with five orgasms by the end of the evening. As James lay her down on the bed, his eyelids were heavy, and she secretly congratulated herself
on tiring out her virile lover. He helped her to undress then gingerly walked to the bathroom and brought a cloth to clean her up, he also handed her toothbrush to clean her teeth. When he went into the bathroom and shut the door, she pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Sonia. She had made an important decision tonight, something she had been musing over for a while. She left a message for Sonia to arrange an appointment for her around eleven the next morning and put her phone down. He came back in and pulled her into his arms and tenderly stroked her hair.
"Are you feeling alright? You may be a little sore tomorrow. I was a bit rough with you, and you strained against the chains. I’m surprised you didn't pull your shoulder out."
"It’ll be a pleasant ache. One that tells me that I’m loved and adored by the best man in the world."
"And his sidekick."
"Yes and Mistress Alexia. I hope I did satisfy her."
"You did. Alexia doesn't fake her orgasms. I have seen many a man fail to give her one."
"Have you ever failed?"
"Have I ever failed you?"
"No."
"Then I have never failed with Alexia either."
"There is your ego again."
"Thank you for coming into something that I like. I know how nervous you were, and how your past had tainted what you thought it would be like."
"I was prejudiced; I see that now. Thank you, for showing me something that I like. And something that I want to do again...soon."
"Tomorrow night?"
"I think I may need a couple more nights to recover first, but I have a lot of things I want to try. Sonia and Sophie told me about swings and rope tying. That sounded like it could be fun."
"My God. We will never leave the BDSM clubs of London if you get this into everything."
Both of them drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. It felt like only a matter of minutes had passed when her phone began to vibrate. James groaned loudly and turned over so his back was to her; he began to snore lightly again. He needed more sleep, he would have normally been up and in the gym way before now.
She crept from the bed and grabbed a pair of clean knickers, bra, jeans and t-shirt. She still had her gold cuffs on but decided she liked them there. She quietly went into the bathroom and jumped in the shower. She was surprised how achy she did feel. It was not uncommon for her to dance for hours upon end but after one night with him she had more aches than she knew were possible. She dressed, snuck back into the bedroom, and noticed that he was now sprawled out on his back. The sheet was just about covering the lower half of his body. She watched for a few moments the rise and fall of his chest. She was a very lucky woman to have such a handsome man so entirely devoted to her. She took her bag from off the dressing table, popped her phone in it and silently edged towards the door, she slid her flat Birkenstocks on and opened the door. She was holding her breath the entire time but managed to slip outside unnoticed. Sonia and Matthew were waiting for her.
"Shush. James is still sleeping. I don't want to wake him. I really want to surprise him with this."
"I’ll ensure one of Grayson's team remains here to watch him." Matthew yawned and rubbed his bleary eyes.
"Matthew, you look exhausted, you’ve been trying to manage the security team and enjoy everything we have. Go back to bed. We will take one of Grayson's guards. Sonia, do you have a weapon?"
"I have several.”
"That’s my girl."
"See, Matthew? I’ll be perfectly safe, and James won’t need to throw you off the top of the hotel for letting me go out without you."
"I just hope he doesn't throw me off the upper part of the hotel for allowing you to do what you are doing."
"My body. He only rules it in the club. Now back to bed. Let us girls have fun."
Matthew almost crawled back to his room. Amy had a feeling Sonia would find him fully dressed and asleep on the sofa when they returned. If he even made it as far as the couch. She linked arms with her friend and bodyguard and motioned for a guard to follow them as they took the elevator down to the waiting car.
"How far is it?"
"Should only be about a fifteen-minute drive, although traffic still looks busy even on New Year's Day."
"This really is the city that never sleeps. I wonder if I could persuade James to divert us to a Caribbean island on the way back, just so I can lay in the sun for a few days and not move."
"I’ll get Matthew to back you up on that if you do."
The two girls giggled together as they pulled up outside the tattoo parlour. She got out of the car and a burly man, about five times her size with tattooed arms and head came out from the shop. He had several piercings in his nose and ears and one through his eyebrow.
"Miss Jones. A pleasure to meet you again."
"Likewise, Claw?"
"Yes, Miss. My nickname, all folks around here call me that. Come on in, I have everything set up and ready."
"Thank you, Claw, and I’m sorry to get you out of bed on New Year's Day."
"It's alright. My missus would’ve just had me in the kitchen getting food ready for the BBQ later. You’ve saved me. Now you still want the design as we discussed before."
"Yes, please. On my collar bone, I want James to be written in a simple Indian Mehendi print. I want it to be seen when I wear halter neck or strappy tops."
"Take a seat. Shouldn't take too long. It’s all one colour."
An hour later and she was staring in the mirror at the perfect design on her collar bone. It was intricate but simple at the same time. She couldn't wait to show James. The artist placed Bepanthon over the tattoo and then put some cling film over that. He also put a lightweight bandage on top but told her to remove it as soon as she got back to the hotel. She pulled her T-shirt back on as Sonia paid the man.
"Thank you again, Claw. You don't know how much I appreciate this. I’m sure James will be in touch after I show him to pass on his thanks."
"I think the tip your bodyguard just gave me tells me your happiness. I think I’ll get a couple of bottles of the good stuff for the misses tonight. As for Mr North, he has a perfect body for designs, try and persuade him to come back again soon so that I can give him another one."
She picked up her bag and pulled out her phone to see if she had a message from James wondering where she was. There was nothing. Hopefully, she’d be able to sneak back into bed and surprise him with the design when he woke.
A loud crash came from behind her, and she swung around to see the window smash in. A canister landed on the floor, emitting a strange gas. Sonia instantly jumped in front of her and drew her gun. After that, everything seemed to go into slow motion. First, the other bodyguard with them dropped to the floor, blood pooling in a puddle at his head. Claw screamed. His knee exploded. He fell onto the floor and yelled in agony. Her world span, as the gas from the canister flooded the room. She saw Sonia fall to the floor but no blood. What the hell was happening? She tried to reach for her phone to press the key for James' number but the next thing she was on the floor looking up into the face of the man from the Venetian. After that she blacked out.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
James
James sat bolt upright in the bed; he rubbed his eyes, his befuddled brain tried to figure out where the knocking was coming from.
"Amy?"
No answer. The knocking came again; it was the bedroom door.
When he opened the door, Matthew stood there, and not Amy. His bodyguard looked petrified.
"Amy?"
"No, but we need to go to her immediately. I got the eye scan back from my mate. James, you were right. It’s him."
"Fuck. Where is she?"
"She had Sonia and I arrange a surprise for you." Matthew looked at the ground.
"Where is my fiancée?" His tone was cold and menacing.
"She’s with Claw. She wanted to get a tattoo to show you how much last night meant to her."
"And you let her go? Without you."
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nbsp; "She has Sonia and one of Grayson's guards with her and Claw is a pretty scary bugger but..."
"But what?"
"I just tried to phone Sonia to tell her what is happening, and she isn't answering."
James flew back into the bedroom. He grabbed the nearest pair of jeans he could find and slipped into a t-shirt that was on the chair. "Get my gun from the safe."
Matthew did as he was told. James slipped on a holster, put the gun inside and put on a jacket over it.
"Go get a car. Any one, I don't care. If you need to commandeer the vehicle of the fucking manager of this place, do it."
Matthew sped off, and five minutes later they were on the road to the tattoo parlour.
"Damn that woman. When I get my hands on her, I’ll lock her in our room and not let her out without a team of armed guards."
"I’m sure it’s nothing. You know Claw likes his music deafening. They probably just can't hear their phones."
"You checked the tracking in them?"
"Yes, they’re still at the parlour."
"I guess that is a small mercy. She’s still getting punished, though."
"What are you going to tell her about him?"
"I’m not. I’ll get us on the first flight back to London and let Grayson's team handle it. We gave him a pretty stern warning last time. He obviously hasn't listened to it."
Both men quieted. They remembered the warning that was given. Three police cars and an ambulance overtook them. His throat grew dry as they turned towards the tattoo parlour. Matthew sped up, and they drew up alongside the police. They all raced to the same destination, the smashed facade of the tattoo parlour with what looked like acrid smoke pouring out.
James looked to Matthew as they both sprang from the car and began running towards the smashed frontage. A burly policeman stepped in front of them.
"You can't go in there."
"My fiancée is in there." He spat back.
"Afraid it’s a murder scene, sir, I can't let anyone in."
Murder? No.
He floored the policeman with one punch and barged his way into the doorway of the building. Grayson's guard lay on the floor, his head blown open, his brains splattered against the wall behind him. He couldn't see Amy or Sonia. A gun was pointed at his head.
