“I can’t right now. I’m helping James train Lois…” I’m cut off mid-sentence.
“It’ll only be for half an hour. Then I can get someone else in. She can wait that long, surely?” Alain looks at his watch.
I frown. “Where are you going?”
“Into town. I have some deliveries to make.” I’m not sure whether he’s talking about drugs or girls, and I don’t ask. As long as he’s out of the building, I don’t care.
Alain has a set of car keys in his hands and looks at his watch again.
“Fine. Half an hour, but no more,” I say firmly. It’s a good job I didn’t want breakfast. I can’t work on a full stomach.
“Just do as you’re told.” Alain sighs and disappears once again.
I close my eyes. The last thing I want to do is head down to the basement and put on my monster mask, but there’ll be hell to pay if I don’t. It’s probably easier to go get this over and done with. I can cope with half an hour – just.
I’m in a bad mood by the time I get back to my room. The mewling, pathetic women I’ve just had to destroy have left a stain upon my soul, and the nasty feeling contaminates me. I don’t want to go back to Lois like this, but I can’t leave her trussed up, either. Even though the ball gag is a wiffle with breathable holes, she’s already been there far too long.
When my card beeps against the door and I open it, I can hear the soft sounds of weeping. I blink. What the fuck has happened here? Has yesterday gotten to her all of a sudden? She seemed fine this morning.
Unbuckling the gag, I throw it to the floor and wipe the drool from her face. Sitting on the bed in front of her, I say, “Don’t stop on my account.” When she looks at me and bursts into fresh flurries of tears, I sigh and grab her face in my hands. “You know how much that turns me on, Lo, don’t you?” She nods, but she doesn’t stop. I don’t know what’s gotten in to her, but I intend to find out – after I’ve licked all of her tears dry and fucked her ass. Talking can wait.
I’m infinitely gentle as I bring my face to hers and stroke her cheeks. They’re soaking wet, but they taste of salt and suffering, and that alone is enough to bring me to my knees. If this woman were mine, I’d make her cry every damn day – and yes, I’m aware of how fucked up that sounds. I spell disaster for any woman, but that doesn’t stop me wanting one for my own.
Lapping gently at her tears, I kiss her eyelids, her forehead, her nose and her lips. I inhale the soft scent of her skin, which is lavender and lilies. I love that smell. I continue kissing her long after her breathing has returned to normal, and even after all of her tears have dried up. My mouth is now saturated with the taste of her, and my cock is pulsing for release - again.
Pulling away from her, when I can summon up the necessary willpower to do so, I groan. “I’m going to fuck you now, exactly where I said I was, and I’m still not letting you come. Tears don’t sway me, and they won’t sway anyone where you’re going, either.” I run a finger down her cheek to soften the blow.
“I don’t expect them to,” she whispers. Just as I’m about to tell her off for not using the term ‘Sir,’ she then says, “Please fuck my ass, Sir,” before wiggling it in the air. I swear I nearly come in my pants. I haven’t felt anything like this in years. That woman. The things she does to me.
“Your wish is my command,” I say, before bending down to run my tongue over her rear end. It’s still blushing prettily from my earlier work, and even that light touch has her jumping in the air. “Steady, Thirty-Eight. We’ve barely started.”
My nose then buries itself in her ass as I lick her cunt until she’s almost ready to come. I then move upwards to rim her ass, giving her a chance to calm down. At the moment, she’s squirming beneath me like a Mata Hari, and it’s all I can do to hold on. After that, I pull out everything in my arsenal. I spank her ass, I lick, I squeeze, I flick and pull, and I slide my fingers everywhere – and I mean everywhere. My saliva and her juices will have to work as lubricant, but I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. She’s so damn wet there’s a happy trail down her right thigh, and I scoop up what I can, putting it to good use.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me and take it up the ass?” I bite her neck to make sure she’s listening.
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpers.
“Remember you are not allowed to come. Permission has not been granted,” I reiterate. She needs to get used to holding it in. The more control she has over body, the better. At Il Piacere, she’ll be tormented past the point of no return whether she likes it or not, but the longer she can last, the better. Control is the name of the game.
“What happens if I do, Sir?” Lois wails. She’s close. I brought her to the brink on purpose. I want to see what’s she made of, but I intend to give her a fairly good incentive to stay on the path of righteousness.
“I’ll whip that back of yours thirty times,” I pant into her ear, “and then we’ll start our lesson all over again.” None of that is happening, but she doesn’t know that. The threat should be enough to make sure she tries her best.
“Oh, God, Sir. I don’t think I can do this,” she wails. That sound makes my insides sing. I have her right where I want her. Sliding carefully into her ass, I let her get used to my girth, before I begin to thrust. Lois is still new to this. I don’t want to tear her in two.
“How does that feel?” I grunt. Sliding in, inch by slow inch, I fill her up gradually. There hasn’t been any screaming so far, and in my book, that means I’m doing okay.
“Good. So fucking good, Sir.” That response deserves a sharp slap of the ass, so I give it to her.
“Watch your mouth,” I growl. “Swearing won’t be tolerated.” I then pull back until I nearly slide all the way out of her before pushing back in. She’ll get a few strokes to acclimatise to my pace, and then I’m going to ram it home, and she’d better hold on. “Remember what I said, Thirty-Eight. If you come, you’ve got hell to pay.”
“Yes, Sir,” she gasps, her hips undulating beneath me. That’s all the encouragement I need to move faster, and I do, slamming into her backside with everything I’ve got. After the paddling, it’s going to sting, but it will also drive her crazy. By the time I get her to James I want her so revved up she can barely speak.
I don’t take long. Another twenty strokes and it’s all over, and my submissive has made the grade. I pat her head gently and slide out of her with care. Then I wait.
“Thank you, Sir,” she finally manages, and I can hear the resentment in her voice. My lips curl into a smile as I wonder whether James will like my little present. She’ll do any damn thing he says in order to get her climax because she’s that desperate. As much as he wants to avoid her, I don’t think he’ll send her away.
Untying her quickly, I lay her down on the bed, on her back, so she can recover. It takes a minute or two for Lois to get her breath, but when she has, I cross my arms over my chest.
“Why were you crying earlier?” I ask. I’m still curious about that. I’m glad she was, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself, but I still need to know.
Lois looks at me for a minute, as if wondering whether to tell me something. My look turns fierce. “Spill,” I threaten.
She swallows. “It was nothing. Forget it,” she whispers. Her finger then touches her lip and slides down it. Does that mean she wants me to be quiet? This is all very odd. She then slips her long legs off the bed, and beckons for me to come with her. I frown. What happened in my absence? I have a bad feeling about this.
Lois doesn’t say another word until we are naked and under the hissing spray of the shower.
“Alain gave me a visit,” she murmurs in my ear, when we can be confident we will not be overheard.
My mouth opens in shock. “Why that little fucker,” I hiss. Now I am mad. The car keys and the idea that he was late by looking at his watch numerous times were all an elaborate farce. He just wanted me out of the room so he could get his hands on Lois.
“Wha
t did he do?” I bark. All sorts of scenarios are running through my head, and none of them are pleasant. No wonder she was crying. I’m hard pressed to figure out why she wasn’t screaming as well.
“What he did doesn’t matter, but as you can probably guess, he hurt me. It was what he said that bothered me more.” Lathering up her hands with shower gel she begins to soap her body, but I stop her.
“Let me do that. There has to be some perks to living here.” As my hands roam over her body, doing their best to make sure there’s not a speck of dust on her anywhere, Lois continues to talk, but she’s so aroused her voice hitches regularly. I’m too exhausted to want to take her again, but if I wasn’t, I would be.
“He said that he thinks James is in love with me, and he’s going to enjoy killing me in front of him. He also said that as soon as we get back from assignment I’m his. No one will touch me but him.” I stop what I’m doing and look at her. She’s deadly serious. That just happened. Oh my God. “What will he do to me, Adie?” Lois’s voice is small and lost.
I want to say that James and I won’t let him hurt her, but I can’t promise that. There’s no way we can protect her if she’s under his roof. I can’t tell her what my brother might do to her, either, because the truth will scare her witless. “I don’t know,” I reply, lying. There’s no way I want to give her a blow-by-blow account of what that man is capable of. He makes me look like a pussycat.
I run my hand through my wet hair and decide I need to do some damage control. “You can’t tell James. He can barely cope as it is. Leave this with me, okay?” There’s a subtle incline of her head as she agrees, and her smoky grey eyes are pinched with worry.
“What are we going to do?” she whispers pleadingly, looking up at me as if I have all the answers. If only. I want to bang my head into the wall.
“We’ll think of something,” I say, with much more confidence that I actually feel.
She nods.
“I mean it. Hang on in there.” Turning the shower off, I step out and get her some towels. Wrapping one around her body and another around her head, I lead her back to the bed. “You just need to concentrate on getting through this assignment, and I’ll deal with my brother on your return.” I desperately want to tell Lois I love her. I want to confess all, but that’s too dangerous within these walls, and her head is fucked up enough as it is. Perhaps I’ll be able to tell her when she returns. Yeah, just before Alain kills her. That’ll be fabulous. What the fuck is happening here? This nightmare just seems to go on and on. I can’t think about this shit anymore.
“Get on the floor, Lois, on all fours. We’re going to see James.” My voice is firm. “It’s time you got some practise crawling, and I have just the thing for that.” Retrieving a thick leather collar and leash, I carefully fasten it around her neck. She doesn’t make a sound, and it’s just as well. With the mood I’m in at the minute, I might take her head off if she puts a foot out of line. It’s not her fault, but beneath the cool, calm façade, my blood is boiling.
Chapter Ten - James
When I wake up, I feel groggy and disorientated. It takes me a full minute to drag my head off the pillow and even then, my thoughts aren’t focused. What happened yesterday? Has Alain drugged me again?
The details slowly come back to me as I haul myself out of bed and get ready for the day ahead. I drugged myself. It was either that or have Adie do it. I’m not resentful, though. I feel a little better for having had a good night’s sleep, and though yesterday’s depressed air of doom and gloom hasn’t left me, it doesn’t hang quite as heavily as it did. Besides, Adie was right. What had he said to me last night? You’re of no use to us if you fall apart. There’s no time for self-pity around here. He’s right. What I should be doing is thinking of how to smuggle something back into this joint that we can use to kill Alain with. I haven’t settled on what, though. There’s no question he’ll search us on our return, and I mean everywhere, so we need to either sneak it in or rethink the problem. How do you kill someone who’s always surrounded by armed men? Now that I’m almost back to full fitness, I can probably take out up to five guards, and if Adie and Lois are around me, that number increases, but if they all come running to take us out at once? We’re fucked. It’s not a viable option without a shed load of weapons. For every move I consider, he has a counter one.
Hot water helps clear my head, and after that I waste no time dressing in my usual jeans and T-shirt. It amuses me that Adie still dresses in suits and ties, even after all these years. You can take the boy out of the sex club, but you can’t take the sex club out of the boy. I think he only wears them to compete with Alain. It’s a power thing. It’s hardly worth the bother, though. We all know who wields the power around these walls.
Just as I’m pulling a pair of sneakers on and contemplating how the hell I’m going to get Lois ready for the ordeal ahead, there’s a knock on the door. Adie doesn’t wait for me to answer, he just barges straight in.
“Don’t bite my head off. I’ve brought you coffee and a present. I’ll even cook you breakfast. Just don’t take a swing at me, okay?” Adie’s smile is smug. Even so, he stands well back from me, exercising caution. He’s getting smarter in his old age.
My jaw clenches but I do my best to keep my annoyance bottled up inside me. In his hand, Adie does indeed have a great big cup of coffee, safely installed in a stainless-steel travel cup, complete with a lid. In his other hand, Adie holds a silver leash at the end of which resides a thick leather collar attached to a very naked body. Lois is looking up at me with eyes that are screaming in sexual torment – my favourite kind of eyes as it happens – but I can still barely look at her after what happened yesterday. I’m not even sure how she can stand to look at me, but she does, and her look is hungry. Fuck. This is the last thing I need.
Adie notices my lack of a smile and grumbles. “You are so hard to please, James. I’m doing your dirty work for you this morning, and you can’t even say thank you.” Dropping the leash, he strides over to me and hands me the coffee. I set it down on the bedside table with a bang.
“You need to finish what I started. I’ll be in the basement if you need me.” He gives me a look, that says, ‘Don’t fuck this up,’ and then he’s gone. The room returns to silence once more, as Lois and I look over one another. Neither of us knows what to say, and there is so much that needs to be said, I don’t know where to start.
Lois clears her throat first, but I put up my hand, effectively stopping her.
“You’ll need permission to speak at Il Piacere, so you’d better get used to asking.” There are so many things we need to get through in the next couple of days. My mind feels like it’s going to blow, and we’ve barely started.
“Permission to…”
“Denied.” I need time to think, so she can shut the fuck up. Lois drops her head to the floor, and her shoulders hunch inwards. I don’t feel bad about putting her in her place. This is something she’ll need to get used to for the next few days. She’ll spend a lot of time sitting about in silence, and that’s a skill all of its own.
“Posture, Lois,” I say more gently. “Keep your head and back straight. When we’re at Il Piacere, everything you do reflects upon me. It’s your job to look elegant and poised at all times, even when being punished.” She straightens immediately, locking her back and arms, and does her best to calm her breathing. It’s clear she’s been put through quite a workout this morning, courtesy of Adie, and jealousy crawls through me. I instantly stamp on it. Jealousy isn’t an emotion that has any place in my world. In two days’ time, I’ll have my hands all over other women, and Lois will be the envy of most of the men. I’ll have to watch impassively while others fuck her, and worse, appear turned on by it. With any other woman, this wouldn’t normally be a problem – but Lois is different.
“How many times did Adie fuck you?” I don’t realise I’ve spoken the question out loud until Lois’s lips tighten. It’s clear she doesn’t want to tell me the
answer to that question. That makes me all the more determined to wring it out of her.
“You will tell me, or I’ll get Alain in here and let him have his wicked way with you.”
“You’re lying, Sir.” Lois looks sure of herself. While she’s right, I don’t think she’s that confident, so I test the theory. Picking up the phone on my bedside table, I begin pushing some buttons.
“Permission to speak, Sir?” It appears Lois isn’t taking any chances with my allegiances.
I can’t help a smile. “Permission to speak granted, but you don’t need it when someone asks you a direct question. It’s only when you want to address a dominant out of turn.”
“Three times, Sir,” she whispers.
That fucking bastard. I want to wrap my hands around his neck and kill him for taking what I can never have. Inhaling a shaky breath, I dispel that thought. It isn’t helping, and Adie’s just taking over the side of training that I can’t complete. If he wants her, he can have her as soon as this is over. You don’t mean that, a little voice inside me growls. I ignore it.
“Did he let you climax?” By the looks of her the answer is no, but I want it confirmed.
“No,” she says miserably. I do smile then. Adie is a fucking bastard.
“Did you find it hard to control it?” I’ll be surprised if she didn’t because I’ve watched Adie work on numerous occasions. I know exactly how good he is.
“Very.” That one word is heavy and bloated, and it says a lot.
“How did you control it?” I’m curious. Orgasm denial is one of the hardest skills to learn. The control required is monumental.
“Adie threatened to whip my back thirty times and start all over again if I failed.” Now I really do smile. I know Adie’s lying, even if she doesn’t. Mind you, she’s seen a different side of him from me at Carte Blanche and she knows exactly what he’s capable of. He’s not someone you want to be on the wrong side of. She’s right to fear him, but now that he cares about her, there’s no way he’d hurt her like that. Lois obviously doesn’t see what I do. Adrien Dumortier has fallen, and he’s fallen hard.
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