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.
Chapter 13
The Braille Club Undone
The Braille Club, London. Two Years On. Pandora Zone . 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
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