Unbound (The Braille Club #2) (22 page)

Chapter 41

The Braille Club, London, One Year On: Membership within the club is at an all-time high as its reputation goes from strength to strength without a word ever being uttered.

London 2014

Ford

Ford had beads of sweat on his face as he fought to calm himself. It had taken incredible control to get to this point when all he desired was Esme, naked and beneath him, but he knew this way was better. He wanted Esme on any grounds, but he wasn’t prepared to let her know that. He would show her after tonight…the only thing she would want or need was him. She must have no doubts; he wasn’t interested in a fling, he was in it to win it, and Esme was his prize. Switching on the Chair and the Lapel simultaneously, he saw Esme tense. He would take her on the roller coaster journey of her life and enjoy every erotic second of it because she wouldn’t last long—not if he had anything to do with it. Ford watched with hooded eyes, unable to look away. He couldn’t see her face but in every other way she was exposed to him. Arousal hung heavily in the surrounding air, mixed with the wonderful scent of Caligo, its heady perfume just as sensual. He moved the controls, pushing her further.

***

Esme

Every nerve ending inside Esme was already on fire as she sat waiting. She was drunk with desire as she remembered Ford removing her jumper and unhooking her bra. His hands had caressed her breasts; his fingers stroking the hard buds before he put them in his mouth. Esme’s legs almost buckled, and then he stopped to pull on the clinging top she now wore. She remembered the words he had whispered in her ear.

“Remember what my touch feels like, Esme.”

She shivered as she waited. Ford had almost carried her to the Chair, wasn’t that breaking the rules? The thought thrilled her. She’d found the hood and slipped it over her head, glad of the curtains that separated them from the others. He’d pulled her arms back and clipped on the cuffs. Only Esme could measure how good her new sensory devices felt.

The bells stopped ringing and she felt Ford place the Lapel gently around her neck and chest. She moaned and he gently put his fingers to her lips to silence her. The touch of his hand on her shoulder indicated start of play. Esme’s competitive nature suddenly roared.

The top tightened around her, grazing her already sensitised breasts, and she bit her lip. She could feel the vibrations of the chair and fought the urge not to grind her body in response. She bit her lip harder as the tingling sensation of the Lapel sensory device kicked in. Awash in sensation, her mind focused on Ford, on his words. When the suction started she gulped, her arms rigid. The chair’s central pulse rose and fell, setting everything alight. It was no longer just a sensation; it was Ford’s fingers caressing her. As it intensified, her head fell back as her body strained not to move, not to squirm.

Esme felt everything building and with her body overwhelmed with sensation, her desire took over. She arched under the powerful thrust of the central pulse. As the suction of the Lapels increased she thought of Ford’s mouth on her breasts. As she succumbed, her release fierce and powerful, the vibrations stopped, the cuffs unlocked, and the music faded.

Confused, she struggled to get her breathing and shaking under control. It was only then she realised she must have moved. Must have accidently made those bells ring. Disappointment and then triumph crashed through her. Several seconds passed before she removed the hood and let her eyes adjust to the dim light of the room. Bubbling with excitement, she looked around the room for Ford but it was empty. Puzzled, she removed the Lapel and stood, placing it on the chair as she moved uncertainly through to the changing room. Ford was nowhere to be seen, and she got changed feeling dazed. As she stepped out of the cubicle, her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Ford: How do you feel? Think it over tonight. Speak in the morning. F

Esme sighed, she was upset and a little pissed off that Ford was not around to ask her that question to her face but it got her thinking. He got her thinking, and her face lit up because for once, she knew exactly how she felt.

Chapter 42

The Braille Club, London, One Year On: Membership was not the only thing at an all-time high at the Braille Club. Security, as ever, was a top priority. Guy was working on new fingerprint technology. It was being trialled in the Elite Suites. A scanner at reception copied the thumbprint, and that was sent wirelessly to the door lock recognition system. Only the client’s thumb would unlock the room door. However, in the future it would open all doors.

London 2014

Siena

Siena gasped as she saw the new Braille Chair and ran her fingers over the plush velvet. The new chair was higher, more like a bar stool, as she used the foot bar to push herself up and onto the chair. She noticed the buckles and clipped them into place, feeling excited and secure. Satisfied, this session promised to be a new sensory experience for both of them. She knew of the surprises and wondered what they were. Benedict mentioned there would be several. Trembling, she slipped the hood over her head and was plunged into darkness. Benedict entered and Siena smiled, his presence sending thrills through her body. The newly designed cuffs felt different as Benedict slipped them over her wrists, lighter but softer, and she already approved. Ford said that the motion sensitive prototype would save time; she would always prefer the original bells, but accepted technology was the way forward. The new sensor fitted to the cuffs would make it impossible for assignees to continue. Their movement automatically detected, the termination switch to all sensory equipment would be triggered. She hoped she wouldn’t trigger it too quickly.

***

Benedict

Benedict stood, a mixture of emotions flowing through him; the heady scent of Caligo reminding him of Siena in every way. She had bottled the essence of the Braille Club, its mystery, its sensuality, its decadence. Everywhere he walked he was reminded of the woman he loved—his future wife. His eyes flicked to the curtains, still uncomfortable, acutely aware that Guy and Ford were on either side of him. Well, they should be, but someone was late. The bell had not rung, although Benedict’s watch told him the allotted time had elapsed. All he could do was wait, and he hated to be kept waiting. He would ensure in the future if the key wasn’t used within the time allowed, then access would be denied. He smiled, feeling more in control; it was his club after all and therefore his rules. Even though it was Ford and Guy, he didn’t make exceptions.

While he waited he examined the Lapel sensory device Esme had designed. Ford had told him what it did and how to operate it. He slipped it over Siena’s shoulders, feeling her tense as he did so. Next he picked up the belt, surprised by its weighted centre, and gently placed it around her waist. This would definitely be interesting, although old fashioned. He wasn’t averse to modern technology and the benefits it could bring. He figured with the help of the sensory suit and devices, in addition to the chair, they would be out of the zone in record time. There were more surprises in store for Siena tonight. At last the bell rang, and he moved into position. His fingers touched Siena’s shoulder, indicating start of play. He asked for his remote to come with a cord so he could hang it from his neck; he needed his hands free. He thought about how far they’d come. How they’d made their dreams a reality as he pressed the chair on, watching it recline to the perfect angle before placing his lips onto the cool skin beneath.

Chapter 43

The Braille Club, London, One Year On: The membership vetting process and confidentially agreements were handled in-house. The background checks were extensive and collaborated, when necessary, with the top brass. Their contracts were prepared by some of the top legal minds in the country. As members, it was within their interests to ensure it stayed that way.

London 2014

Guy

Guy froze; Anna was dressed in a fluffy dressing gown, her hair still damp from the shower. The yellow and black bruising around her eyes was severe against her pale skin.

“Not what you were expecting?” She laughed grimly.

“You have never looked more beautiful,” he replied, and pulled her into his arms. Holding her, his lips softly kissed her neck. She didn’t push him away. His hand slipped inside her robe as he kissed her and their passion flared. Anna broke free and looked at him with apprehension in her eyes.

“A girl needs to know how to get a man’s attention.” She smiled weakly.

Guy smiled. He wondered at her uncertainty, she wanted him but looked afraid. He didn’t want to rush things, but he did want her nevertheless.

“Oh you got my attention, all right,” he scolded. “I was actually in a very important meeting.”

“Aaah, that’s what I suspected. I wanted to use something eye catching…” Her smile was more confident now.

He moved a little closer. “Were you all dressed up with nowhere to go?” he enquired.

“Just the opposite, I was all undressed…” she answered.

Guy swallowed and reached out for her hand, she didn’t flinch when he held it. Slowly he brought her fingers to his mouth and kissed them.

“I’ve missed you, Anna,” he whispered, pulling her close, his mouth in her hair breathing in its fresh scent.

***

Anna

She savoured the heat and closeness of his body. Lifting her head, her eyes filled with tears as she pressed her lips to his. The kiss was almost chaste at first until she reached for his hand and slipped it inside her robe. He found her breast and they both gasped. He led her upstairs to the bedroom, pulling at his clothes on the way.

“I will never fail you, Anna,” he whispered, his lips returning to her neck as his hands loosened her robe.

She thought it a strange choice of words as he gently laid her on the bed. His fingers caressed her skin. As he loomed over her, Anna stiffened. Images of Robert filled her mind, but it was the tenderness of his touch that relaxed her. The gentleness of his lips that stirred her emotions until she reached out to bring his face to hers. They kissed once more; it was soft, but intense with longing. He pushed her robe off her shoulders, his mouth on her skin, each caress slow and deliberate. Every time Anna tried to move, to change the tempo, his response was to stop and Anna didn’t want him to stop…ever. His mouth trailed down her neck and shoulders. It was slow to the point of agony and she was firmly in his grip. When his tongue licked between her breasts she begged for more. He ignored her demands, however, and his tongue travelled further down her body. His lips skimmed over her belly, his tongue hot and moist. When his fingers grazed her inner thighs, she spread her legs urgently, but Guy had other plans. He was driving her wild with his gentleness. When his mouth hovered tantalisingly over her hardened, taut nipple, she was awash with need and frustration. However, he continued to tease her flesh until as last she could stand no more.

She grabbed Guy and threw him down beside her on the bed.

“Guy, what the hell are you doing?” she panted furiously.

“What, you don’t like it?” He smirked. “Being gentle isn’t right for everyone, Anna,” he said quietly. “If you’re a freak, then I am too.”

She stared at him and slowly smiled.

“You got me here under false pretensions,” Guy said with a smile.

“Did you like my pictures?”

“Oh yes Anna…they made me come,” he replied wickedly.

Her hand snaked up and buried itself in his hair. With a hard tug she brought his mouth to hers and their kiss was savage as they both fought for dominance. In one move, Anna was astride him, slipping him deep inside her, and then it began.

She slammed down forcefully, taking his full shaft as she rode him hard. Her hands were in his hair, pulling as his fingers grasped her buttocks, dragging her closer. It was explosive. She pounded against him, relentless, pushing him to the point of pain as she brought him close, time and time again until he too could take no more. He thrust up and suddenly they were a frantic blur as he squeezed her breasts. Her nails bit into his flesh as their bodies abruptly arched, their mouths still joined as they both rode the wave of release together.

***

Guy

Guy fell back on the bed, panting but jubilant, Anna rested on his chest. He looked at her dark head, bowed as if in reverence, his mind a disharmony of emotions. He let the euphoria rush through his veins like a drug. Two long years of separation. He had missed it. Missed the buzz, missed everything about being with her because she was dynamite and dangerous. He didn’t want her any other way, he realised. His other encounters didn’t even register in comparison to Anna. She was all he needed, but he was different; harder, no longer gullible, no longer at her beck and call. They would be equals going forward. Was this their new beginning? What did he really want? The thought of Anna being free to be with him was strange; to be his what…girlfriend? He couldn’t imagine such a relationship and the thought disturbed him.

***

Anna

Anna, chest heaving, eyes closed, savoured the moment of her explosive climax; lost in sensation as she sat astride Guy, feeling her body shiver. After Robert’s physical and verbal attack she had been afraid, but that was gone now. She was ready for more, greedy for Guy and what they could achieve together. Her strength returned as her mind slowly cleared. There was nothing to match the ecstasy she was experiencing. It was the monsoon to her body’s drought, bringing her the only thing to quench her thirst.

***

Guy

Guy watched Anna raise herself and groaned at their sudden loss of connection. When he laid her down on the bed, her face had been filled with a vulnerability he’d never seen before.

Not anymore. She stood in front of him with that look in her eyes. His gaze travelled down her face to her beautiful body, hating the sight of the bruises he saw there, and then she turned around. He gasped as he saw his finger marks on her perfectly rounded creamy behind and felt his usual mix of arousal and revulsion. They were livid red, and stark against her skin. He longed to touch them, kiss them better…then Anna bent over. Mesmerised, he watched her.

“Lick me!” she commanded, suddenly thirsty again.

Everything tingled as her words penetrated his brain and he knew he was lost to her forever…