by J. A. Kerr
Si’s arousal made him smile; he wanted sex again. He always wanted sex again but he didn’t want it with Tess. Reaching for his mobile, he clicked into his contacts, then dialled. His call was answered; he asked for his usual and expected wait time. He was told thirty minutes and he hung up. The travel to his home always irritated him but he needed the space for his car collection.
They lived in Surrey. Tess hadn’t been keen to leave the city but complied when she saw the house; it was spectacular. Si had bought the dilapidated bungalow for a song years ago, intending to renovate it and sell it on. He needed to get rid of some money and sunk it into the purchase and forgot about it. He’d patched the bungalow up and rented it. His career took off and living in the city suited him, until he’d gone to the Porche garage and fell in love. He hadn’t been looking. In fact, he’d only gone with a friend because he was bored, but as soon as he saw her he was smitten. She was his first sports car and he never looked back. An Aston Martin followed and then a Jaguar, but Si always found it difficult to part with his cars. However, garaging in London was expensive and inconvenient.
He remembered the bungalow and the land around it and knew it could house three or four garages. He commissioned an architect and the plans were approved without objections. The project had seriously depleted his finances and he needed his wife’s investment to finish it. He was flat broke. Tess was no dummy; he’d give her that. She negotiated a fantastic deal through her lawyer and Si had been caught by surprise. She didn’t want the house but a percentage ownership. If they ever split up he would have to pay her a substantial amount to buy her percentage back but, with no alternative, he signed. It still annoyed him how Tess had outsmarted him. His mood darkened momentarily. How had he let Tess under his skin? In those early days he’d never considered commitment with her and yet here he was—married. Okay, the promise of their own show as a married couple had persuaded him, but still. The bleep of an incoming text interrupted his thoughts. He read the message and smiled.
Carla would be with him in ten minutes. Excellent. He hadn’t been with Carla for some time. She was always in demand. His cock throbbed excitedly. Carla would bring the drugs with her. Si never kept any at the house; too tempting. He popped the door open and went back inside the house. Carla would enter via the back door of the house. She understood the drill. He’d take her straight downstairs to his playroom. Tess would never interrupt him. She knew he was down there but lately declined to join in. He got more wine. Carla liked champagne. He put two bottles into the large ice bucket. The expensive and delicate drink was at odds with Carla’s physical appearance. She looked more like a man than a woman. She was all hard lines and muscle.
He was humming to himself, happy and excited. The rap on the door made his pulse quicken. He opened it and she stood there unsmiling and magnificent. She slapped him hard across the face making him gasp; he almost climaxed there and then. Once he had regained his senses he became annoyed. He’d told Carla a thousand times not to hit his face; it must not be marked. He was on television for God’s sake, but Carla never listened and the thought thrilled him. Opening the door to his playroom he watched her warily as she moved inside. He carried the champagne down, his mind reeling with possibilities. The game had been set. Carla must be punished and this time there would be no repercussions. He was thinking about the paddle and he groaned as his cock tightened. Yes, it had been too long. Denying himself had almost led to disaster. He needed this. He knew it was risky but Tess was loyal and, above everything else, she loved him. Si smiled. Being married to Tess had its advantages. She was the perfect cover for his activities and he had no desire to change anything. He could have his cake and eat it. Why would he ever give that up?
Chapter 25
The Braille Club Undone
The Braille Club, London. Two Years On. Music Zone. Music evokes memories and Guy’s mind filled with a different time and a different life. The Blondie track was a favourite, but that too stopped abruptly as Guy tried but failed to remain still.
Tess
Tess had been startled when Si pulled the blindfold over her eyes. Once she relaxed she found it strangely erotic. She didn’t mind the camera now her identity was protected. When Si parted her cheeks and applied the lubricant, she experienced a gush of warmth between her thighs and a rush of anticipation. She had taught him everything she knew, and he was a keen student. He nudged against her anus, sliding in, bit by bit. He gave her muscles time to relax and adjust to his size, the lubricant easing his way before moving further inside. Tess gasped, it was exquisite as she felt him grow and harden. His fingers slipped deep inside her core and her body shuddered. Slowly he moved back and forth while his fingers worked inside her. Gentle, he was always so gentle at first, before his rhythm increased to a frenzy. His thrusts became brutal as Tess screamed. “Harder.”
He obliged and Tess was pushed over the edge as a violent orgasm ripped through her; immersed in sensation after sensation. Floating, convulsing, twisting—her body responded to every thrust. She was lost. She sensed Si was close, and as he finally succumbed, a second orgasm followed, making her almost black out with its intensity.
Engulfed in pleasure, they didn’t move. Light-headed, Tess lay until her breathing slowed. Then she heard Si move, the click of the video camera being stopped and his footsteps moving away. Gingerly, she pulled off the blindfold and squinted in the dim light. Her body was on fire. She wanted to watch the video and have more sex. However, she realised Simon was no longer in the room. She straightened her stiff body and padded across the room.
“Si?” she called.
Puzzled, she was about the go upstairs when she heard the purr of an engine. She looked out the window. Si was inside his Porche. Her heart hammered. This was bad. He was drunk for a start and they had neighbours…of the vigilant kind. She saw the flash of light and knew he was using his mobile. No, no, no, please, not this again. They had agreed now they were in the suburbs, it was too risky. The playroom was their comprise; it was meant to keep him happy but realistically, she considered the possibility he would never give it up. He needed these girls. They were professionals he liked to tell Tess. His preference was the one thing she did not enjoy. She was into sex—oral, anal and good old fashioned missionary—but she wasn’t into pain. When she’d met Si she didn’t think he was either until he’d asked to spank her. Laughing, she’d agreed, but it had been horrible. She’d hated it and he never asked again. They went to so many sex clubs and swinger sets; she accepted he’d got what he wanted there. However, when she’d found out about the prostitutes she’d gotten angry. He’d lied to her. Brought these women into her home; violated the one place she had him to herself and the one place—where she didn’t need to share.
Putting her foot down, she’d insisted he stop...and then the incident with the girl and the allegation of assault. Si had blamed her, saying if he’d been using a professional...it would never have happened. She was suddenly tired. Si was losing perspective. He needed counselling for this growing addiction. He wanted to become a sadist? What bloody next? He said it was the control he liked, nothing else, but Tess would not, could not give this to him. If he moved further into this world, what did that mean for their relationship? Tess was afraid of being left behind or, worse, replaced. She couldn’t understand why anyone would want to feel pain, and yet Si had no problems acquiring them.
She left the lounge and went upstairs. Moving sluggishly towards her bedroom, she showered and wrapped herself in a huge, towelling robe. The laptop was by the bed where she’d left it. Opening it now she clicked into the programme. She’d installed the camera into the playroom with good reason; she didn’t trust Si. Finally, she succumbed to tears as she watched her husband lift the paddle and bring it down repeatedly on the bare buttocks of the faceless girl. She would never be enough. There would always be a threat. The new lawyer he was so taken with...and now he’d started again with the specialist girls. Tess closed her eyes but the images of
her husband played vividly in her mind. Fear gripped her. She was losing him. No, she thought sternly. She was panicking. If she stayed in control she would triumph. Si needed her in his own way, she was sure of it. He loved her...it was a strange love, but she’d take what she could get. She could not live without him but soon their world would change forever and Tess knew Si wouldn’t like it.
Chapter 26
The Braille Club Undone
The Braille Club, London. Two Years On. Music Zone. Guy finally felt ready to participate with Anna in a zone. He had her record selection in front of him. The only difference; the music would not be the only thing to stimulate Anna.
Benedict
Benedict was consumed with Siena’s medical bracelet. She immediately agreed to his proposal, but wanted it to look pretty—of course. The doctors had started a battery of tests on her. However, they had yet to pinpoint the reason for her hypo. They agreed stress was always a factor and Siena must listen to her body. He looked at her pointedly but she said, “What mother wasn’t stressed with two toddlers to look after?” He’d tentatively suggested Lizzie move in with them, Siena had baulked at the idea, but he was still working on her. Lizzie would give him peace of mind. Someone would always be around Siena. She was here now. Siena’s insistence the party go ahead made that an easy battle to win. The twins had already been given dinner. Lizzie was bathing them now and then she would start their bedtime routine. Benedict watched his wife standing uncertainly in the room. He knew she felt guilty not being with the twins, but when she caught his gaze, she smiled. She looked beautiful; the white dress highlighted her golden skin. The silver heels and chunky jewellery must be new, he thought. Her blonde curls cascaded down her back. He lifted the silken weight from the nape of her neck and kissed the soft skin beneath.
“Don’t even think about it,” she said firmly. As she moved past him, he slipped his arms around her waist.
“I will think about it. All night long. You can’t stop me. Especially when you look so beautiful,” he said, meaning every word. He drew her against him and she didn’t resist. Her body was soft and warm, her face beautiful and smiling. “You feeling okay?” he asked.
“Yes, a bit nervous for tonight,” she answered.
Benedict took a moment to understand what she meant. “Are you sure it’s a good idea?”
Siena’s eyes looked troubled for a moment. “They both deserve to be happy.”
“I know, but Matt’s still fragile, Siena...”
“It’s not only about Matt,” she snapped. “Niven did nothing wrong...she’s just as much a victim as Matt.”
“Hey,” said Benedict quietly. “That came out wrong. I don’t want Niven or Matt to get hurt. They’ve both had enough of that.”
“I know.” Siena sighed. “It’s only dinner. I think it will do them good. Clear the air.”
“Mmmm,” said Benedict, nuzzling her neck.
“Stop,” said Siena firmly. “The guest will arrive in...” She checked her watch. “Fifteen minutes.”
“Well, we’d better be quick then,” said Benedict and kissed her.
Siena
Siena laughed and pushed him away. Going downstairs, she checked her reflection for the last time. She looked...happy. Turning, she surveyed the downstairs. The rooms looked beautiful; the candlelight warm and inviting, the flower arrangements stunning and the place spotlessly clean. She breathed out just as the doorbell rang and hurried to answer. Arriving first were her parents. Her dad gave her a huge hug, while her mom told her how pretty she looked. A member of the hostess staff took their coats and they wandered to the kitchen for drinks. The doorbell went again and Siena went to welcome their guests while shouting upstairs for Benedict.
When Siena opened the door she stared at Niven for a few seconds, stunned. She looked amazing and every inch the model. With her dark hair smoothed back from her face and powerful makeup, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her simple cream tunic dress and elegant sandals looked fantastic and expensive. Siena sensed a lightness in Niven’s mood and wondered what had happened. She’d barely walked her into the kitchen when the door went again. A beaming Ford and Esme stood there and she was embraced in a bear hug; laughing, Siena struggle free of Ford. Gazing at Esme, she could see she was radiant, her happiness evident for all to see. At last she could join her friends as Benedict took over door duties.
Moving into their new home had been all consuming and their wedding plans had taken a back seat for the moment. Siena, tired from the move and the upheaval, couldn’t even contemplate organising a wedding. The Savoy Hotel had understood about the delay but they would need a date soon.
She saw Niven encased in a hug from Ford and took the chance to speak with Esme.
“How are you or is that a silly question?” asked Siena, handing Esme a glass of champagne.
Esme took a long sip and grinned. “Oh, fair to hellish. Mmmm, this is lovely.”
Siena laughed. Esme was a tonic.
“What’s in the mystery room?” asked Esme curiously. The entrance to the main living room was closed with a large bow across it keeping everyone out.
“Wait and see,” said Siena mysteriously.
Niven joined them and they giggled and clinked glasses. It was so lovely to spend time with friends. Benedict’s dad and step mother were next to arrive. The kitchen was getting busy. Alexander and Ava entered the kitchen with an armful of beautiful flowers which Siena got the staff to put in water. The kitchen was filling up and the sound of laughter and champagne corks popping gave it an easy ambience. Siena joined Esme and Niven.
“So,” said Esme. “Will we meet Guy’s mystery woman tonight?”
“Oh, yes,” replied Niven. “She’s definitely coming.”
“Sorry, Niven, of course you know her. How is everything going?” said Esme awkwardly.
Niven’s eyes shone brightly as she said, “Better now that Matt’s with me.”
Esme looked confused.
“We took a break; the pressure of the attack...it was hard for both of us.”
“Oh, Niven, I’m sorry,” said Esme. “You’ve both been through the mill; it’s no wonder your relationship suffered.”
“I couldn’t believe when Matt walked in to the courtroom,” said Niven breathlessly.
“Is he coming tonight?” asked Esme.
“Yes,” said Siena, frowning. “He should be here any moment.” Siena heard the bell ring and wondered if it was Matt arriving. She saw hope on Niven’s face. Well, she’d dressed to impress and, boy…she looked stunning. Matt was in for a treat. Siena turned as she heard more voices in the hallway, both male and female. It was Guy and, Siena assumed, Anna. As they entered the kitchen Guy looked a little stressed and Siena was surprised to see Matt was with them. They must have arrived together. Matt had an easy smile on his face. Something Siena had seen more and more of lately. He’d put on weight too and seemed more like himself. Siena could see him anxiously looking around and then stare in Niven’s direction. She turned and almost ran into his arms.
“Whoa,” he laughed as he hugged her.
They held each other and Siena turned away to give them some privacy.
“Siena, I’d like you to meet Anna,” said Guy.
“Hi, Anna,” she smiled warmly. “I think Guy has been keeping you all to himself, it’s lovely to meet you.”
“And you,” said Anna.
The women stood for a second appraising each other.
“How did you guys meet?” asked Siena.
“At work,” replied Anna coolly, looking at Guy.
Siena sensed an underlying tension between the couple.
“Anna and I worked a few cases together,” said Guy.
“The police force’s loss is our gain.” Siena smiled.
“You’ve certainly had your money’s worth from Guy,” quipped Anna.
Siena’s smile faltered. She knew trouble when she saw it and Anna was trouble with a capital T.
“Some change
s in our staffing will hopefully allow Guy to pull back a little,” said Siena, holding Anna’s gaze. “Guy has gone above and beyond his duties and we will be forever in his debt.”
Guy shuffled his feet uncomfortably. Ford approached with a tray of champagne.
“Can I tempt anyone?” he asked.
They all reached for a drink.
“I could see you were all dying of thirst and in desperate need of fortification,” Ford added.
They laughed. “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced,” said Ford easily.
“This is Anna,” said Guy.
“Anna, how did a gorgeous creature like you end up with him?” Ford joked, pointing at Guy.
Anna smiled and at last the atmosphere lightened. “You know what they say about a man in uniform,” Anna replied, a wicked look in her eyes.
“Ohhhh, do tell.” Niven giggled as she joined them.
Guy stepped in at that moment. “Her lips are sealed.”
“Spoilsport,” Ford grumbled good-naturedly.
Siena drifted off, conscious she was the hostess and needed to circulate, but Anna had certainly made an impression. Soon all the guests were seated and served; the atmosphere vibrant. When the plates were cleared people drifted back to the kitchen.
Siena spoke up. “If everyone is ready,” she said
“Born ready,” shouted Ford, amongst laughter.
“Let’s go through.”
Siena tugged the bow from the lounge door and pushed it open.
“Wow, I love it,” squealed Ava.
The lounge had been transformed into a mini casino. The guests surged in and the rest of the night sped by. At some point music was put on and Siena danced with Guy. He looked happy and relaxed. When she saw Niven in Matt’s arms it was the perfect finish to a perfect evening.