The Braille Club Undone (The Braille Club #3) (6 page)

The Braille Club Undone

The Braille Club, London. Two Years On. Pandora Zone
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Siena’s heart accelerates as she presses closer—instinctively, she senses it’s not right. Drawing in her breath, her fingers hit the button. There is a whirl and the warmth disappears—she is alone again. Has she made the right decision? Heart pumping, senses straining, she hears the door click once more.

Tess

Tess sat in front of a chic woman who introduced herself as Grace. Her gaze swept the elegant surroundings and disappointment coursed through her. Everything was so tame, so...normal, this wouldn’t please Si. Tess nodded her head as Grace continued about Braille Commandments and thought she might giggle.

1. Thou Shall Not See.

2. Thou Shall Not Speak.

3. Thou Shall Not Tell.

She read the card Grace gave her and almost had to stifle a yawn. This was soooo boring.

She saw Grace looking at her and realised she must have asked her a question.

“Sorry, I was miles away,” she said.

Grace stood suddenly. “Mrs Lawrence, I’m afraid I must ask you to leave.”

Startled, Tess took a moment to respond. “What? Www-hy?” she stuttered.

“You’re not listening,” said Grace bluntly.

Heat suffused her face. “I’m sorry. Please, really, I’m sorry,” she pleaded.

Grace sat down slowly. “Mrs Lawrence, it is my job to equip you with the necessary information to allow you to enjoy The Braille Club but if you cannot give me your complete attention...”

“I can,” said Tess in a panicky voice. My God, she thought, it was the only thing left for them.

“Good,” said Grace firmly.

Tess gave Grace her undivided attention from that point on. She looked at the hood curiously. Maybe things were not as boring as she first thought. The sensory suit she was wearing was like a second skin; she liked the sensation. When she pulled up the teaching suit and walked towards the strange looking chair, she didn’t know what to expect. She sat apprehensively waiting for Grace’s instructions. This was silly. Why was she anxious? When Grace asked her to put on the hood, she hesitated but complied. The darkness was absolute and Tess became completely disorientated. Grace’s voice in her ear from the headphones in the hood made her jump in fright. Music filled the room and the suit Tess wore suddenly tightened, making her gasp in surprise. She felt something being snapped on her wrist and remembered the cuffs she’d seen earlier. Her heart thumped as she sat. It was the start of many surprises for Tess that day.

The Braille Club Undone

The Braille Club, London. Two Years On. Pandora Zone
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The hum of the approaching chair makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She feels the charge in the air; his displeasure seeping from every fibre of his body. Her breathing quickens as she prepares herself; she can hear the chair rotating. The touch, when it comes, is shocking...electrifying every part of her.

Si

Simon Lawrence sat, his body rigid and his face blank. He wasn’t happy about the situation but realised Phil had him over a barrel. That little slut, Si fumed. She’d been asking for it, begging him in fact, and when he gave her what she wanted...she used her safe word. Fuck that. The little tease got exactly what she deserved and he’d enjoyed every second. Her body bucked wildly as he had struck her over and over. He ignored her screams but when she dug her nails into his legs and bit him, he’d released her immediately. Si regretted getting involved with the group, it was a mistake.

She wasn’t a professional like the others he’d been with. When she alleged assault, he’d been speechless. The places they frequented always had an understanding—nobody talks. He thought at first she was joking but she was serious, and it took serious money to shut her up. He ground his teeth but caught himself and tried to relax as he approached the elegant woman at the desk. Unlike his wife, he’d listened to everything Grace said to him, curious to know more.

When Grace explained about the various zones his pulse quickened. He knew Tess would be on board with whatever he suggested. He absorbed all the information without question. The sensory suit was a surprise but he changed without protest. A further teaching suit puzzled him, but as before, he put it on. The chair he sat on was unusual and he examined the hood closely. He’d never seen anything like it. Sure, he’d seen masks and blindfolds but this was different. When the hood slipped over his head, the darkness was a new experience for him. He was uncertain whether he liked it. Normally he was a visual person. He liked to film Tess from various positions on his iPhone. It excited him.

First he would undress her, filming different parts of her naked body from different angles. That was enough to get him hard. He’d instruct her to sit down on him slowly while filming her hand, guiding him into her wet, hot, honey trap as he liked to call it. Lying back, he’d film her ass pumping up and down on his shaft. It made him even hornier and he would often climax after only a few minutes, but Tess didn’t seem to mind. Just thinking of the video of Tess aroused him. He watched it often. Neither Tess’s nor his face was in the film but the thrill that it was actually them made watching it all the sweeter. He had a Twitter account under an alias where he loaded some of their videos and the thought of other people viewing it aroused him further. He jerked as something heavy was placed across his lap and wondered what it was. Next, something went around his neck. Music flooded the room. Si understood the game but it didn’t excite him. His hands were secured and a touch to his shoulder told him it had begun.

Impatient, Simon shifted his body. The shuddering at his wrists made him freeze. Suddenly the suit he wore tightened. It squeezed his arousal. He swallowed. When the weight across his lap started to pulse, the suit tightened further. Simon groaned and the cuffs around his wrists shuddered again. Sweating, it took all his resolve to stay still and seated. He realised he had never practiced control with Tess—selfishly he’d focused solely on his own needs.

His body needs were very much on his mind at the moment. The suit continued to tighten exquisitely around his crotch and the throb of the pulse seemed to be connected directly with his erection. He was lost in sensation as the tightening and pulsing intensified. He bit his lip and groaned. His hips rolled upwards. Oh my God, he thought as he exploded. Heat suffused his face as his wrists shuddered but the pressure continued. When something touched his lips he stiffened. He had forgotten he was not alone. He tried to focus on the game but his mind and body were acting independently as the fingertip grazed over his lips. When the finger slipped inside his mouth, he gasped. Shocked and thrilled. He battled fruitlessly to control his reactions, but the continued shuddering at his wrists told him he was failing miserably. Suddenly his hands were released and everything stopped. Panting, Simon hung his head in defeat. Grace’s voice came through the headphones within the hood.

“Mr Lawrence, please take your time. The lights in the room have been dimmed so your eyes can adjust. After you have removed your hood, please remove the sensory devises from your body and leave them on the chair. You have two further sensory lessons. Please book them in with reception,” said Grace.

Simon took a moment to steady himself. He wanted to know more about the zones. He would not receive his unique Braille access code until his lessons were complete. Then he could unlock the zones online. At present, all he could see on the website was a door with a number pad. When he clicked on the number pad, it asked for an access code. Simon Lawrence didn’t like to be denied and he cursed. He would book his next to lessons as soon as possible. He couldn’t wait to unlock that door.

Grace

Grace had been a little nervous about her session with Simon Lawrence. His wife perhaps had coloured her judgement. When he approached her every fibre in her body responded. She knew a bad boy when she saw one. His smile bordered on a sneer, his handsome face alert as he gazed at her. She didn’t look away. You have no power here, Grace thought. He was the first to break contact. Something in her wanted to teach the arrogant fool in front of her a lesson, he would remember, and before she slipped from the room, she thought she had. Simon Lawrence didn’t play by the rules. She had never seen someone move so often. She regretted the fifteen-minute grace period all Assignees had before their alarm triggered, he had abused them. However, he would soon learn members who didn’t obey—didn’t get to play.

The Braille Club Undone

The Braille Club, London. Two Years On. Pandora Zone
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They are back to back, breathing hard as they press into each other. The touch ignites their desire; her fingers remain still, her decision made, and she smiles in the darkness as they wait.

Guy

Guy, breathing hard, slipped outside. He needed a moment. Why did Anna bring out the beast in him? Here he was judging Simon Lawrence, when he was no better. He was aroused and appalled at the same time. Lost in the thrill of it, his body and mind impaired. If the bracelets hadn’t unlocked could he have stopped? They had been set to the fifteen-minute grace period. Had fifteen minutes passed? He was amazed. His balls were blue and desperate for release.

“Guy?”

Anna’s voice was husky and he turned in her direction. Naked, except for the heels she wore, she looked magnificent. Her eyes burned as he reached out for her. They stumbled inside. Anna was ripping at his clothes. His tie came off first; then his shirt and he groaned when she loosened his belt. He kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his trouser and boxers. Fully aroused, he froze as the hood slipped over his head.

“You know the rules,” whispered Anna.

Pulling first one hand, she snapped on the cuff and then the other. Guy panted in anticipation as he stood in the dark. The music vibrated through his body. She cupped him in her hand. His cock and body twitched and shuddered. The bracelets vibrated. Had he moved? Tingling, his whole body straining, he heard something tinkle but was unable to place the sound. When the pain seared across his skin, he knew at once it was his belt; he orgasmed. The spasms seemed to last forever, the warmth of his fluid a surprise. Blood roared in his ears, he was awash in sensations. Movement, warm breath on his skin, he hardened immediately. Anna licked his shaft. His whole body moved, the bracelets vibrated, and the belt connected with his skin. His climax built steadily. Her mouth sucked hard, the belt stung, pushing him further and further; repeatedly until his release came a second time. Gasping, his chest heaving, he was utterly lost, only the bracelets falling from his hands penetrated through his fog. Ripping the hood off, it was a moment or two before his eyes adjusted. He saw her, sitting on his desk. As he approached her she opened her legs. He fell to his knees and brought his mouth to her core. Anna sighed and buried her hands in his hair. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and gently licked the inside of her thighs. She tugged at his hair; the pain sweet as he unhurriedly explored her with his tongue.

Her body bucked and squirmed as he sucked and teased. Finally, he thrust his tongue deep inside her. She pulled and tugged his hair until her back arched and her whole body shuddered. Panting, she grinned at him.

“You’re insatiable,” Guy growled. He pulled her up into his arms and kissed her. She ground her hips against him and he sank his nails into the flesh of her bottom. He turned her and leant her over his desk, she turned her head.

“Fuck me,” Anna ordered.

He guided himself into her hot centre and closed his eyes, filling her, stretching her. Grabbing her hips hard, he slammed into her, the sex rough and animalistic. His mind unfocused as pleasure ripped through him. They climaxed together. Sensation, blasted through his body. He didn’t want it to end.

He was desperate to hold her, love her. Pulling out of her hot slick core, he walked over to the newly fitted cupboard and opened the doors. He tugged the bed down. Taking Anna in his arms they moved together towards the bed. He laid her gently on the sheets. Her face flushed and her eyes glazed. They were drunk on sex and each other but they were still hungry. He bent his head; his lips took her nipple in his mouth. His tongue gently teased it as she stroked his quivering cock. He moved to her other breast and shuddered as she squeezed and worked her hand up and down before cupping his balls. Her hands were guiding him and this time he slipped gently inside her. His swollen shaft filled her, his thrusts deep and slow. He lost all sense of time as they rediscovered each other. When they were finally sated, he held Anna close to his hammering heart. He hadn’t liked the way Simon Lawrence had looked at her but that wasn’t what was bothering him the most. It was the way Anna had responded. She was attracted to him and he didn’t like it one bit. Simon Lawrence was bad news and Guy was determined he would not get his claws into Anna. His
Anna.
Not after they had found each other again. Would she stay away from Lawrence? Do leopards change their spots?

“Penny for them,” said Anna, interrupting his musings.

He cleared his throat. “I’ve been doing a little digging. Simon Lawrence was accused of sexual battery. His PR company hushed everything up but I have serious doubts about him.”

“Look, Guy, no one is above the law. Why didn’t the girl press charges?”

“I know. That’s true. That’s what doesn’t add up,” said Guy. “Money? Perhaps they paid her off?”

“Anything’s possible nowadays, but he’s on dangerous ground. The CPS takes these cases very seriously.”

“Is that why he’s seeking your services?”

“Guy, you know I can’t discuss my clients.”

“Neither can I but I wanted you to know exactly what kind of man Simon Lawrence is,” said Guy heatedly.

“Firstly, Guy, there is no case and if there was it is only alleged. People are innocent until proven guilty.”

“Just like a lawyer to say that,” said Guy, moving to sit up. “My copper’s instinct has never let me down, Anna. He’s guilty.”

“Well, that’s just like a copper to come to a guilty conclusion without a scrap of evidence,” Anna snorted.

“Stay away from him, Anna.”

She leapt out of bed. “Don’t tell me how to do my job, Guy, and I won’t tell you how to do yours.”

Eyes blazing, she marched across the room and picked up her clothes. “You don’t control me, Guy. This is a cosy little setup in here. I assume I’ve not been the first to test out this bed,” she exclaimed, pulling her skirt up.

Guy hesitated but it was all she needed.

“I knew it.”

“Anna, it happened once in the two years we were apart. I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.”

Anna was quiet.

“Come back to bed,” said Guy huskily. The sight of Anna topless and angry was turning him on big time.

He saw her pause and got up. His body ached for her.

“You’re insatiable,” she murmured as he wrapped his arm around her and dragged her back towards the bed.