The Braille Club Undone (The Braille Club #3) (7 page)

The Braille Club Undone

The Braille Club, London. Two Years On. Pandora Zone
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The bell rings and Siena feels Benedict stiffen as the Patron enters the room. She is aware of movement. Fingers run down her right arm and she shivers as the cuffs are snapped into place, they are joined. His body is tense like a coil as they both listen.
She feels him relax and knows instinctively their Patron is a woman. Her jealousy leaps like a tiger from within.

Anna

Anna awoke in Guy’s arms and wondered where she was. The surroundings were unfamiliar to her until her memory kicked in. What a night! She looked at Guy’s sleeping face utterly exposed to her. It was smooth and expressionless. His revelation about Simon Lawrence was a break of confidentiality but she understood why he had warned her. Was it the bad boy in him that attracted her? She would need to be on her guard when it came to Simon Lawrence. Her mobile buzzed. Speak of the devil. The man in question was ringing her. She let her voicemail kick in. She needed her wits about her before she could speak to him. Anna headed for the shower and gazed around. Guy and she were so alike. His office was almost his home. Anna kept a fresh suit and blouse in her office too. She was grateful of that this morning; she would change when she got there.

She and Guy had talked at last. During their affair, Anna had never let Guy stay over. She told him Robert sometimes came to the flat. That was partly true, and it made their time together more explosive. Selfishly, she liked to keep Guy hungry. It brought out his dark side, something she relished. She loved to make him lose control. She loved the power and the pain. It was a heady mix. The thrill and danger of seeing Guy in her flat gave the sex an added edge but him sleeping there was never an option. The last thing she needed was her husband to catch her with another man in her bed. Not that it mattered. In the end he’d caught them having sex in the hall. She pushed those humiliating thoughts aside. Before they had been consumed with each other’s bodies and what pleasures they could get in the time they had. They had spoken little about other things. Guy was almost a complete mystery to Anna.

Earlier she started by asking him where his flat was. All the time they had been together, she had never been there. She wanted to be in control, to call the shots. The added danger of discovery made her flat and their offices the obvious choices. His flat on the other hand was safe and didn’t hold any appeal. Anna was appalled by how self-centered she’d been. She followed that question with a few others before Guy’s hand slipped down her body and cupped her breasts. His kiss silenced her. She wondered now if he didn’t like her prying into his life. His answers had a vague quality that had her lawyer instincts flaring. Anna understood Guy was private but if they were to move on in their relationship, he must learn to share not only his body, but also his life with her.

She slipped out the room fifteen minutes later, worried that she could not leave the club but the receptionist was already in place, nodding at Anna as she left. Did people really want to work out at 6.00am? As several people passed her going into the club, it answered her question. Yes, people did. She walked to the tube, taking the time to clear her head. Sitting on the train, she wondered where her relationship with Guy was going. She paused. Relationship. No, that was not the right word. Relationship suggested commitment and familiarity. No, they didn’t have that. What did they have? Anna was shocked to find the list short. It started and ended with sex, which was good, but they needed more, she needed more. She left the tube station and walked briskly to her office Thoughts of Robert and their shared life whirled through her head. She struggled to imagine Guy and herself in the same context. Sharing their weekends and relaxing. Guy relaxing? He lived and breathed Harrison’s. It was his life. Anna sighed, confused and overwhelmed by what she was feeling—ignored, pushed to the side and invisible. The reason she had reacted to Simon Lawrence was easy to work out. She was lonely and vulnerable.

She wondered how to change the situation between herself and Guy. Entering her building, she made her way to her office. Her suit hung inside the closet and she went to the ladies to change. Feeling better, she sat and looked through her files until she located the right one. Simon Lawrence had retained her services but no criminal act had been committed. Why? Guy’s due diligence had uncovered the accusation of assault but nothing had been officially reported. ‘What was Simon Lawrence up to?’ she mused. Her mind turned to Guy again. She refused to believe she couldn’t change him. Slowly a plan came into her head. Making Guy jealous was a dangerous game but she could handle it. Her phone rang in the office. Startled, she stared at it before lifting the receiver.

“Anna Dunbar.”

“You left without saying goodbye.”

Anna smiled. “You looked tired; I didn’t want to disturb you.”

Guy’s voice was husky, “Never too tired for you.”

Anna’s mobile rang making her jump.

“Who’s that calling you at this hour?” asked Guy, annoyed.

Anna glanced at her screen. Simon Lawrence was on the caller display. She paused before saying, “It’s Simon Lawrence.”

The silence that followed was explosive. “Don’t answer it,” said Guy curtly.

“Guy, he’s a client,” said Anna, equally curt.

“I’m coming over to take you for breakfast.”

“Guy, I need to work,” Anna said smiling, her strategy of making Guy jealous working already. Her mobile went to voicemail.

“Anna, I’ve been thinking about what you were saying. I
have
been working too hard. I’ve missed you. Last night was fantastic,” he murmured.

Anna’s body tingled as she too remembered their night together. “Okay,” she relented. “It will need to be quick.”

“Yes, I can guarantee it will be,” said Guy teasingly. “I’ll be with you shortly.”

Heat flooded Anna. She glanced at her watch, relieved to see it was only 6.45am. She turned to her work and was quickly absorbed until the rap at her door. Guy entered carrying two coffees and a bag of food. He strode up to her desk put the food down and kissed her.

Their passion as always was red hot and dangerous. Anna responded, her dark desires never far from the surface. This was her place of work. People would be arriving in the office soon. The thrill of discovery only made her wetter. Guy was already pulling up her skirt and parting her thighs.

When his fingers slipped inside her, he groaned. Before Anna could protest, he was lifting her onto her desk while yanking her skirt up further.

“Do you ever wear underwear?” Guy demanded. His hands caressed her buttocks. Anna heard him unzip his trousers, the head of his erection nudged against her.

“I like commando,” Anna replied.

He slammed into her, knocking the breath from Anna. Her mobile rang. Simon Lawrence’s name flashed on screen. They both saw it as her phone continued to ring. Anna made to move but Guy thrust harder and faster; pounding into her. The phones persistent ringing blended with Anna’s moans. Guy’s fingers dug exquisitely into her flesh. As she climaxed her voicemail kicked in. Guy shuddered as his own release followed.

Panting and flushed, Anna went to straighten but Guy held her down.

“I don’t want that little shit bothering you,” he replied quietly. He grabbed both her arms and with the other opened the desk drawer. He grabbed the wipes.

“Guy,” Anna struggled but gasped as Guy wiped her. He forced the wipes between her legs and down her sex.

“Let another lawyer deal with him,” said Guy as he rubbed back and forth, the sensation delicious as he held her arms tightly.

“I will not discuss this,” Anna panted.

Guy pulled away and she winced at the loss of contact and her lack of control. She glanced at her watch, 7.15am, and turned to face Guy. He was already cleaning himself and their gaze locked. Anna looked at his growing erection and licked her lips. Guy stared at her, it was all she needed; leaning back on the desk her skirt still bunched up she opened her legs. A battle played out on Guy’s face but still he didn’t move. She slipped her fingers between her legs.

“I know you like to watch,” she challenged.

Guy stood his face troubled. Anna eyes closed as her fingers expertly pleasured her until he knocked them away. Her legs were split wide and jerked up. She arched her back as he entered her; the sex rough and fast. Just the way she liked it. Guy stood moodily ten minutes later, sipping his lukewarm coffee. He did not look happy but he was at least sated, Anna thought. She was ravenous and was eating the croissants he’d brought.

“Anna...this needs to stop,” Guy said, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t want either of us to lose our jobs.”

“This has got to stop,” said Anna incredulously. “Guy, I’ve hardly seen
you
.”

“I know but like I said, I’m going to change that.”

“Actions speak louder than words,” Anna retorted. “At least when we’re having sex, I feel I have your full attention.”

Guy winced. “This...” His hand pointed towards the desk. “Is not the way, Anna. We’re better than this. I have a proposal for you.”

“What?” said Anna warily.

“I want you to help me develop a new zone at the club.”

“What type of zone?” asked Anna, intrigued.

Guy smiled. “Our type of zone but with modified sensory devices.”

“Modified?”

“Yes,” said Guy, approaching her. His hand touched her face tilting it upwards. He pulled her up and kissed her deeply. Without warning, he bit her lip. Anna yelped in surprise.

“They will deliver a little nip or tug. You decide what we need.”

Guy’s thumb rubbed her lip. Anna was momentarily speechless.

“We’ll do it together?” she asked.

“Yes, just you and me. We must give feedback to the engineers about the equipment but otherwise we’ll be alone.”

Anna smiled at Guy and rested her head against his shoulder. Her heart was thumping with love and excitement.

“I’d love to,” she replied.

Guy glanced at his watch. “I’ll leave you in peace. Remember what I said about Simon Lawrence. Get someone else to take his case.”

“Mmmm,” said Anna non-committedly.

“I mean it, Anna,” said Guy giving her a hard look.

“Okay,” she said exasperated. “I’ll see what I can arrange.”

Guy nodded and left. Anna sat at her desk. Her mind buzzed with excitement. This was their shared passion. The possibilities were endless. Guy was right; they couldn’t go on this way, taking risks with their jobs. However, she did not intend to give another colleague Simon Lawrence. He was a high profile client and if there was a senior partner’s job up for grabs, she wanted it. What Guy didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

The Braille Club Undone

The Braille Club, London. Two Years On. Pandora Zone. Warm fingers caress Siena’s arm. Her breathing accelerates. Then comes the soft touch on her skin as her cuff is adjusted on her wrist. Siena’s heart knocks painfully in her chest as she imagines those fingers on her husband.

Nick

Nick Waters secured the respect of those around him, a feat in itself. Other inmates came to rely on him. This gave him status within the prison. Everyone called him Psych; it annoyed him at first but he now saw it as acceptance. He knew they shortened the term psychologist as a nickname, even the staff called him by that name now. He finally belonged and the time passed quicker than expected. In fact, he learned more in two years and six months than he ever had in private practice. There were so many prisoners with undiagnosed conditions. The prison was as near to an asylum as he could have asked for. He was completely in his comfort zone.

The first thing he did was to find out the name of the prison guard who whispered in his ear when he’d first arrived in the prison. The same guard who attacked him. His leg had healed slowly, it was a bad break and a constant reminder of what had been done to him. Barnes, the prisoner who broke his nose, had been moved to a more secure unit, which was a pity. Nick would have liked to repay the favour. However, the guard, a man called Cassidey, was still on his block. Nick could get some of his patients who owed him to pick a fight with Cassidey but that would only result in a crackdown for all inmates and solitary confinement for his men. No, there had to be another way.

Nick stumbled on it by chance during a routine session with an inmate. He mentioned Cassidey. Nick, never one to miss an opportunity, delved deeper. The story was similar to Nick’s but not nearly as severe. Cassidey only cracked his ribs but the setup was identical. Nick questioned as many inmates under hypnosis as he could about Cassidey. A pattern emerged. Cassidey was the go to prison officer for intimation and beatings. Were the staff aware of their colleague’s behaviour? Nick set about finding out. Everything took time but that was something he had in abundance. Gradually bit by bit he got the information he was after.

The fiasco with Toby Fraser had been a setback but Nick recruited others to spy on Siena. He had three different people working for him now on the outside and the information was a lifeline. He saw that Siena was recovering; she’d got too skinny for his taste but now looked healthy and happy. The twins were getting bigger too. The girl was so like Siena. It was a pity things couldn’t be different, she’d be a beauty like her mother, but Nick resigned himself that a price must be paid. The twins were the collateral damage required to secure Siena.