Lost and Found (5 page)

Jack

I feel a pillow hit my head, “Rise and shine sleepy head.” Alex says. I stretch out under my duvet, wanting the world to go away for a few more minutes. “Come on, up. We’ve got to get to the studio.” I open my eyes and look at my phone, 7am on a Sunday; he’s got to be kidding. I throw on my sweats and find him sitting out on the roof terrace, a fresh cup of coffee waiting for me.

I sit down and put my shades on, tugging my baseball cap down as far as I can to help block out the early morning sunshine. “You got a hangover?”

I look over at him. “I went out with my old buddy Nate last night and we may’ve had a few. What’d you do last night?” I wonder if he’ll be honest with me.

“I went to Velvet. I’m sure you don’t want to know the details.” He winks, but I don’t find it amusing. I saw him pick Ella up from her apartment last night, but I can’t understand why he’d lie about it. I stand up from the table, “I’ll grab a shower and then I’ll be ready.”

We work at the studio till well into the afternoon, barely speaking to each other. It angers me that he doesn’t notice that I’m giving him the silent treatment. What was going on with him and Ella? Why would she lie and say she had to leave for work, basically kicking me out? And what the fuck was wrong with Alex, that he was keeping it all from me? Frustrated, I blew out a breath. “I’ve had enough.” Alex looks up at me and pushes his glasses up onto his head.

He looks around at the progress we’ve made. “Okay. I’m going to stay for a bit longer; just want to get this last box unpacked.” I nod and leave, heading to the coffee shop for a well-earned break. Walking past the window I noticed a familiar face.

“Déjà vu,” She slowly lifts her gaze to meet mine and smiles at me. ”May I join you?” She gestures for me to sit, putting a book she’d been reading away. As I order a drink, I feel Ella’s eyes on me and I turn to face her, bumping her knee with mine. We’re so close I could slide my hand up her skirt and along her inner thigh. Press my fingertips against her panties. My hands are itching to know if I can still make her wet with a simple touch. “So what’ve you been up to today?” I ask, adjusting myself under the table. If she catches me, she doesn’t mention it. I should be asking her about last night and being as pissed at her as I am Alex, but my traitorous cock wants what it wants and right now it wants to sink balls deep inside her.

She leans back in her chair creating a little distance from me, but it pushes her leg closer, so that it’s between mine. “Not much, you?”

“I’ve been at the studio; Alex is a slave driver. We’ve got the opening planned for next Friday and there’s a lot to get done.” I brush my leg against hers a couple of times and as I continue to talk she gets this heated look in her eyes, as her focus drifts to my lips and down my chest to my hands. She bites on her bottom lip and it’s all I can do to not reach out and free it with my thumb. “Ella?” I look at her expectantly.

Her cheeks flush and she looks away, “I'm sorry what did you say?”

“I asked if you wanted to come to the opening on Friday.”

She fidgets in her seat a little and I’m certain if I checked now her panties would bear the mark of her arousal. “Yeah, sure, that’d be nice. Can I bring Lottie?”

“The more the merrier.” I glance down at her lips and smirk.

“What?”

“You’ve got hot chocolate on the corner of your mouth.” I reach up to wipe it away with the pad of my thumb and suck it into my mouth. My eyes meet hers and she’s looking at me like she’s about to combust.

“Well I can’t sit around here all day.” She stands to leave.

I follow suit and help her with her coat. “Let me walk you home?”

“Yeah, okay. What about your drink though?” Nice try, I think to myself. I head to the counter and smile at the pretty blonde barista.

“Can I get this to go please?” I wink at her and within seconds I’m ready to go.

Halfway to her apartment the heavens open, drenching us! We rush into the foyer of her building looking like drowned rats. “Bloody rain.” She curses shaking out her wet hair. She looks at the puddle I’ve started to make. “Come upstairs. I can dry your clothes while you wait out the storm.”

I look outside. “It doesn’t look like it’s going to end anytime soon.” I mutter. She looks a little confused by my distance, but doesn’t say anything. She just turns and walks upstairs, leaving me to follow.

As we enter her apartment, it’s quiet. A clear indicator that Lottie isn’t in. “The main bathroom’s just down the hall, second door on the left. There are towels on the shelf and a robe on the back of the door you can use.” Without a word I head down the hall. Once inside, I lock the door and lean against it with a sigh. I hear another door close and I assume she’s also having a shower, which makes my dick hard just thinking about her being so close and completely naked. I reach for the shower and put it on cold. “Jesus Christ.” I mutter, as the freezing cold water hits my body, deflating my swollen member.

I throw on the robe and find her standing near the stereo with her back to me and I sneak up behind her.

She turns and bumps straight into me. “Jack! Christ, you scared me.”

I chuckle, “I did always like making you jump.” Suddenly she realises her hands are on my chest and drops them to her sides. “Adele?”

“Yes. I love listening to her live performances.” I reach to push a lock of her hair behind her ear, but she moves away to the kitchen.

“Do you want a cup of tea?” She asks, bending over to place my clothes in the dryer. I have a perfect view of her ass and have to sit down on the couch to hide my arousal. Not an easy thing to do in a robe when you’re only wearing boxers.

“Got anything stronger?”

“Brandy or whiskey?”

“Whiskey please.” She pours us each a drink and sits down next to me. “Mm that’s good. When did you get so good at picking spirits?” I watch as she tilts her head back and takes a sip. “And drinking them?” Resting my arm along the back of the sofa, I stretch out toward her. Damn if I were a little closer I could caress her shoulder.

“Oh I see, because I'm a woman I should be drinking what? White wine? Fruity mixers?”

“No I just... That’s not it… I...” I stutter. “You’re twisting my words.”

“Come on then. What is it?” She asks her face blank.

“It’s just a new side to you I didn’t know about. It intrigues me. I want to get to know you better Ella. Discover what I’ve missed out on all these years; find out what makes you tick.” The corner of her mouth lifts and soon she’s laughing at me. “You little sod.” I throw a cushion at her.

“I'm sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You’re just so easy to wind up.” She’s still laughing and I can’t help it. I place our drinks on the table and start to tickle her. “Jack, no.” She shouts, “Stop it, please.” I release my grip on her ribs and she wipes her hair out of her eyes. I could lean forward and kiss her so easily. Clearing my throat, I move away from her, collecting my drink and devouring the rest of it. “Izzy’s the one who got me into brandy. I just tried other drinks, finding my way through a mine field of good ones and some god awful ones.” I look back at her as she finishes her drink and then hugs her knees to her chest.

I reach out and grab her feet, placing them in my lap. “What’re you doing?” I start to rub her feet, but she tries to pull them away. “Jack you don't...” Holding her foot tightly, I run my thumb roughly up her instep halting any further protests. She closes her eyes and leans back against the arm rest.

When I swap to the other foot and rub it hard, a groan escapes her lips. My cock jumps to attention and I know she must be able to feel it with her foot still resting in my lap. I fidget awkwardly, but all that does is rub her foot against my growing erection. I see that she has her eyes closed and must be politely ignoring the fact that her foot is causing all sorts of mischief. “You know it’s rude to fall asleep when you have guests over right?” She opens one eye, now that I’ve stopped and sits upright tucking her feet under her. We’re sitting even closer now and she glances at my lips. God she’s killing me with the intensity in her eyes, but I look away pretending to peruse the apartment. “You have a nice place.” She’s silent and I look back at her, swallowing hard as she reaches out to place her hand on my chest. My heart races as her hand rises to my cheek and traces the scar above my eye. I close my eyes briefly and whisper her name, “Ella.” A phone ringing breaks the spell, as she immediately jerks her hand away. Muttering under her breath, she snatches it up to answer.

“Hello? Lottie? What's the matter? Where are you? Okay, sit tight I'm on my way.” She hangs up and quickly fills me in. “Lottie’s broken down and I need to go rescue her. You can stay here while I'm gone. I shouldn't be long.”

“Well it would be a bit difficult to come with you in this robe.” I gesture to the blue fluffy gown I’m wearing and she laughs. The sound is like music to my ears, it’s filled with such joy.

“Yeah I guess so. Think Lottie would sure have something to say about it as well.” She goes to get dressed, coming out a few minutes later. “I'll see you in a bit okay? Your clothes shouldn't be too much longer.” We stare at each other awkwardly.

“Be careful.” I say, as she closes the door. I’m not thrilled that she’s gone on her own, but left with no choice, I have to let her. Shortly after she leaves I hear the ping of the tumble dryer, signalling that my clothes are done. As I get dressed I see a pad and pen on the kitchen side and jot down a message.

Ella

When I reach Lottie, I’m surprised that she’s not alone. Alex's car is parked behind her Mini and I find him with his head under the hood. “Hey.” He looks up and bangs his head. I smother a laugh with my hand, but it doesn’t work.

“God damn it that's the second time I've done that. You need a grown up car Lottie.” He says gruffly.

“Never.” She replies rebelliously and he growls at her. “I’ve had her since I passed my test and no amount of persuasion has ever made me part with it, so don’t even bother trying.” He carries on poking and prodding it, but finally gives up slamming the hood down.

“I give up!” He shouts angrily. Giggling I intervene.

“It’s okay, I brought my tow rope. I can drag it back home where she can get it fixed.” Alex follows us back to the apartment and parks in a visitor’s space. “Want to come up for a drink?” I ask.

“Yeah why not?”

All’s quiet when we enter the apartment and Jack’s nowhere to be seen. I see a note on the table.

Thanks for the dry clothes. Anytime you need a foot rub let me know. See you on Friday Jack x'

I feel Alex behind me, “Jack was here?”

I screw the note up and throw it in the bin. “Was, being the operative word.” Lottie’s making a drink, but I’m suddenly feeling physically and emotionally tired. “Listen I'm going to hit the sack. I've had enough for one day.”

“Thanks for rescuing me sis.” She hugs me tightly. When she pulls back, I look at her sternly and whisper.

“Behave.”

“Yes miss.” She childishly salutes me and I shake my head at her.

I wave at Alex who has a concerned look on his face and head to my room. Opening my bedroom door I find another note he must’ve slipped under my door.

Ella - sorry for leaving without saying good bye, I thought it best. I want to be the friend you want me to be. I hope you still come on Friday x'

I sit down on my bed and tears start to fall. I'm not sure why I'm crying. I miss Jack, but I hardly know him now. Maybe I miss the person I used to be before he left; the person I was before Eric. I’ve always felt broken, damaged and unwanted since I was raped. Eric stole something from me during those three days, something I’d worked hard to get back. In doing so, I’d changed. I know I have more control over my life now and the men I’ve been with clearly want me, but they don't really know me. No one really knows me, except Jack. But even he only knows the old me. I want him to know the new me, but I'm scared. I take a deep breath and wipe the tears away.

“Make love to me.” Jack pulled back to look at me, eyes wide in shock.

“What?”

“Make love to me. Please.” We were lying on his bed in his parent’s house and tomorrow the boy I loved would be ripped from my life. I was still a virgin, but I was ready.

“Ella I think...” I place my finger over his lips.

“Don’t think.” I raise my mouth slowly to meet his and encourage him by biting his bottom lip. He moans and kisses me, while his hand roams up the side of my body to my breast and squeezes. Moving down my body, he pulls off my trousers to find I’m not wearing any panties. He pushes my legs apart and kisses his way up the inside of my thigh, before spreading me open with his fingers. Sucking my clit into his mouth, he licks me all over, making me fist the sheets in my hands. As he thrusts his tongue inside me, I grab a hold of his hair and pull him to me hard, as I come.

He sits up and removes the rest of our clothes before grabbing a condom from his bed side drawer. After putting it on, he leans over and kisses me until I’m breathless. “Are you sure Ella?” I answer him by wrapping my hand around his cock and placing it at my entrance. He slowly enters me and I wince as he breaks my hymen. He stops, but I pull him in deeper and groan in pleasure at the feeling of him filling me up. “Ella.” He places his forehead against mine, as he thrusts in and out. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

It doesn’t take me long to start to feel the build-up of my second orgasm. This one felt completely different though; like I could feel it throughout my entire body. “Jack, I’m close.” I anchor myself to him and he starts to move deeper and harder. “Oh fuck.” I start to come, my walls tightening around him.

“That’s it, let go baby.” I moan loudly and am grateful that his parents are out visiting relatives. Jack pumps into me a few more times and comes, groaning and growling in my ear.

He pulls out of me and disposes of the condom, then climbs back into bed spooning me while I drift in and out of sleep. “I love you Ella.” is the last thing I hear before falling into a deep slumber.

I crawl into bed wishing Jack could be here spooning me now, but I need to focus. My life was fine before he came back and I needed to concentrate on that.

On Monday morning I make my way to the club ahead of my shift to relax. A woman’s being flogged in a corner of the bar and I can't look away. How long’s it been since I have participated in a scene with someone? I go to my office and change into my thigh high boots, a thong and a deep purple corset; letting my hair down adding some lip gloss, I’m satisfied with my look. When I get back down to the bar, heads turn in my direction and it makes me feel powerful.

A sub I know named Mark approaches me, bowing his head. “Good evening Mistress Blake. May I offer you a drink?” I look him over. Mark’s gorgeous. It’s obvious he works out a lot; his body is lean and muscular. He and I would be compatible, but I’m in the mood for something a little different tonight.

I put my hand under his chin lifting his face to mine. “Thank you for your kind offer, but my taste is very singular tonight and you’re not what I’m after.” I notice out of the corner of my eye that Tatiana is intrigued by the situation. “Please ask Tatiana to come to me.” I register understanding in his eyes and he goes to talk to her. Tatiana approaches me with her head down and her hands coupled behind her back.

“Mistress, you wanted to see me?” Her voice is almost a whisper.

“Yes. I would like to have a drink with you. If you’re interested please get me a brandy and something for yourself.” A few minutes later she returns with our drinks and she kneels on the pillow I’ve placed by me feet. “Thank you.” I run my fingers through her silky pony tail and let them trail down her arm, eliciting a shiver from her. We finish our drinks in silence, while we watch a sub strip naked on the small stage. As she continues to give her Master a lap dance, I start to feel aroused and lean down to whisper in Tatiana’s ear. “Meet me in zone four, but let your hair down and remove your leggings first.” I command.

“Yes Mistress.” I make my way to the zone that has a bed in the centre of the area and a chest full of toys. As I place some things on the side I hear someone approach me. I turn to find Tatiana standing before me, her jet black hair hanging loose down her back; her double D breasts straining against the tight vest she’s wearing and her shaved pussy on full display. Shit she didn’t wear any underwear. My arousal kicks into gear, as my gaze finally lands on the knee high boots she has on.

“Come here.” I order. She approaches me with her head down and stands before me. “Look at me.” I murmur. She raises her eyes to meet mine and I am lost in a sea of green. “Do you want me?” I ask, trailing my finger lightly over the swell of her breasts.

“Yes, Mistress.” Her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing.

I step closer, our bodies now touching each other. “Are you wet?” I ask, my eyes never leaving hers.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Show me.” She takes a step back and moves her hand to her stomach, gliding it down to her bare mound. I watch as she dips a finger into her pussy and presents it to me. Parting my lips, so she can push it into my mouth, I lick and suck her juices off. I moan as I suck hard and watch her pupils dilate. With a popping sound I release her finger. “You
are
wet and so sweet.” I feel my own arousal soaking my underwear, as I place my hands at the hem of her top and slide her vest off. Throwing it to the floor I bend my head down and take her left nipple into my mouth, sucking it gently, before nipping it lightly. I kiss up her chest, to her neck and then whisper into her ear. “Lie down, face up.” She crawls up the bed slowly, enticing me with her bare ass and lies down. I pick up the riding crop I retrieved from the chest before she arrived. “Hold on to the head board and don’t let go.” I warn her.

“Yes, Mistress.” She grips the bars as instructed and I take a moment to enjoy the sight. This gorgeous creature laid before me, completely submitting to me. The trust she is empowering me with is overwhelming.

“From this point forward, I want you to nod yes or no to my questions and we will use the house safe words to keep control of the scene. What are they?” I know she’ll know them, but it will help her focus.

“Green for okay, Amber for approaching limit and red will stop play.” She answers correctly and I lean down to kiss her roughly, sticking my tongue deep in her mouth.

“Good girl.” I never have sex during a public scene, but get off from making my subs come. I love the power and control I gain from the situation. The fact that another person trusts me fully is immensely pleasurable. I know from our online system what Tatiana likes and what her limits are. I trail the crop down the centre of her body and gently rein light licks against her skin, making her gasp. I centre my attention on her breasts for a little while and when I hit her left nipple, she moans loudly. “You like that?” She nods fervently and I hit her right one making her moan again. I lean down and suck her nipples into my mouth to ease the sting. “Colour?” I ask.

“Green, Mistress.” Her voice sounds hoarse and it turns me on even more.

“Good. Open your legs.” She opens them wide and I trail the crop through the folds of her pussy. “Tut tut. You've made my crop dirty. Lick it clean.” I stick the end in her mouth and she licks her juices off eagerly; I love how her tongue swirls around the tip and I can imagine how that would feel if it were my clit. Returning to her pussy, I use clamps to spear her lips open, leaving her exposed and vulnerable to me. Striking her clit with the crop, she screams out; her body writing from my ministrations; her back arching off the bed. “Keep still!” I command forcefully. She stills but can't help from moaning as I continue. “Do not come.” After multiple hits I lean down and lap at her pussy. “Colour?” I ask again.

“Green, Mistress.” She pulls on the bars as if fighting to restrain herself, but she doesn’t let go. I love to physically tie people up to restrain them, but when you use nothing but their will, it means more.

I remove the clamps from her pussy and push my fingers in deep. Thrusting fast briefly, I slow down before repeating the process. She whimpers as I pull my fingers out. “Turn over and get up on your knees, keeping a hold of the head board.” She immediately flips over and I give her plump ass cheeks a few flicks of the crop. I push my fingers into her and she’s soaking wet. Spreading her juices up to her puckered nub, I slip a finger inside and she shudders at the intrusion. “Good girl. You like my finger being here?” I push it in deep and she groans, nodding her head. Picking up the butt plug I had placed on the end of the bed, I slowly push it into her. She lets out a low growl as the metal plug slips deeply inside. “Well done.” I reward her good behaviour by rubbing her clit softly. She rotates her rear looking for something more to take her over the edge. “What do you want pet? My fingers?” She nods excitedly and I push one finger into her pussy. “More?” She nods again, so I add two more fingers and she moans loudly. “Take one hand off the headboard and rub your clit.” I use my free hand to pull the butt plug out a little, and then push it back in. “Do not come. If you come, I will take you down to the dungeon and punish you.” I push her limits a little more, by slipping a dildo into her pussy. She’s now completely full and I know she won’t last much longer. I push the dildo in as far as it will go and minutely release and apply pressure to it. “Tatiana, I’m going to count down from three to one. When I reach one, you can come. Three.................. Two................................. One.” She explodes and contracts, screaming loudly. I pull out the plug making her orgasm continue and I gently thrust the dildo into her until she slowly comes down. When I feel her contractions subside, I gently remove the toy and place it on the bed. She’s breathing heavily, forcing air into her lungs and her legs are a little shaky. “Lie down.” She lies flat on the bed and I take my time massaging her thighs and arms. Her skin feels soft and supple. I’m not a lesbian by any means, but I completely understand the attraction of the female species. I kiss her on her shoulder and tell her she is released and can get dressed.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“You’re welcome. If you would like to talk after please come and find me.” She nods and I kiss her on the cheek. The aftercare of any sub I scene with is my main priority and I always make sure they know that. I leave the zone in the hands of our experienced cleaners and go straight to my office. As I close my door, I sag against it for a moment breathing in precious air before walking to my en suite to wash my hands. I hear a knock at the door. “Come in.” I shout.

“Ella?” It’s Alex. What now? I've had it up to here with the Cole brothers. I step out from my en-suite and see him sitting on my sofa looking at me. “Nice scene.”

“You saw?” I ask, flushing slightly, knowing what he just saw me do.

“I think everyone in the club was watching.” I don't know what to say to him and avoid eye contact with him. I’m struggling to marry up my two lives, where Alex is the brother of my ex and the one where I’m a Mistress and he’s a Dom.