Unbound (The Braille Club #2) (30 page)

COMING SOON…

The Braille Club Undone

Chapter 1

The Braille Club, London, Two Years On. The people entering the booths are famous, rich and married, but not necessarily to each other. They are beautiful, powerful, and ruthless. Used to getting their own way…they cannot understand why they tolerate the conditions they find themselves in.

Si

Simon and Tess Lawrence were unashamed sex addicts and swingers. They had no limits…but were finding it increasingly difficult to maintain their anonymity. Their careers had taken a spectacular upturn. They co-hosted a daytime show, a fusion of
Oprah
meets
Jeremy Kyle,
and it was proving successful. Tess’s best feature was her crying eyes, as she liked to describe them. She oozed sympathy and kindness towards her guest whereas Simon was arrogant and accurate. He had an uncanny knack for making people fear him. He was unpredictable and people often tried too hard to please him.

They would interview several guests, their good cop, bad cop routine thoroughly entertaining. The show’s ratings were climbing week by week as they featured a good mix of current celebrities.

They realised they must minimise their risk without curtailing their pleasures but had almost come undone when a story threatened to expose them. Their furious management company suppressed the story but only on the condition they stopped putting themselves in danger. This led them inadvertently to the Braille Club.

Si looked mutinous as he sat with their agent while Tess fiddled with her hair.

“Si, Tess, I’m serious. These are my terms. If you don’t agree to them, then I’ll walk away,” said Phil solemnly. “I will not go down with you. I’ve worked too hard in this industry to get to where I am now.”

“Yes, and you’ve profited nicely from us,” said Si sourly.

***

Phil

Phil ignored him and produced two written contracts. “Look these over now and sign them.” He sighed.

Si didn’t move but Tess picked hers up and read. A silence filled the room. Phil had always liked Tess; they shared more than just a professional relationship. God, she was fantastic in bed but she was 100% devoted to Si—casual sex aside. Everything she did was for his benefit. It had been Tess who had secured him as their agent. Phil had been completely smitten and their original contract had been ridiculous in terms of his cut. She had negotiated with her best weapon—her body. Thankfully it was only for a year, and by the end of it he’d come to his senses. He would always be fond of Tess but her slave-like devotion to Si made him uneasy. He seemed to have a hold over Tess that Phil couldn’t work out.

***

Si

Si sat stewing and let the memories of how he’d met Tess flood back. Not one to admit he had a problem, he enjoyed a healthy sex life like anybody else. However, Si needed sex like people needed food—at least three times a day—but realistically he always wanted more.

5 Years Earlier

He’d smiled at the girl next to him but couldn’t remember her name. She was to be his temporary co-host for the day, his usual co-host being ill…or getting surgery, he could never quite keep up. Women in general were a mystery to him outside of the bedroom. He’d been annoyed when the producer had told him. This girl was a nobody. He, on the other hand, was a household name. He’d seen her type before, thin and pretty, and wondered who she’d slept with to get the job.

Si had a revolving group of girls he went out with regularly, with the added thrill of fresh dates in-between. He simply adored first date sex. Loved the thrill of the chase and the lusty all night romps that transpired but unfortunately didn’t last. He had never been monogamous in any relationship but didn’t hide the fact either. He was single, good looking, with a career in television. Women knew exactly what they were getting when they dated him. He’d had no complaints and commitment was never on the agenda.

He was standing off set looking at Tess; her name suddenly came to him and he listened to her voice. It had a sexy quality he liked. When he looked through some earlier takes he had to admit, Tess was good. Those sympathetic eyes and quiet demeanour had the guest she was warming up revealing all his intimate secrets. Si was astounded. They worked well together, and the show was filmed quickly. He invited Tess for drinks and was pleased when she quickly accepted. Several drinks later they were back at his flat. When he tried to kiss her she didn’t resist, in fact, quite the opposite. Her zealous approach was a revelation. He had no problem getting her naked, and she was surprisingly athletic in bed. So much so she was still there in the morning. He was appalled but pleasantly sated from a night of fantastic sex.

His normal routine involved masturbating in the shower to relieve himself, but not this morning. He was stunned when Tess stroked his arousal.
God, she must be tender down there
, he thought. He had thrust into her again and again. The sex had gone on all night and had been rough and energetic. He couldn’t remember a session lasting so long. Had he fallen asleep first? Selfishly he squeezed her breasts and entered her. The thrill of morning sex made him climax quickly; he rolled away and got out of bed. He wanted her gone but couldn’t refuse when she asked to shower. Shrugging, he headed to the bathroom.

Turning on the shower, he stepped inside. The hot water sluiced over his body. He was still aroused but stiffened as Tess entered the shower. She was good; he could feel her breasts pressed against his back. Her hand grasped his shaft while the other cupped his balls. She pumped up and down, slowly at first, but gradually built up momentum. Si was thoroughly enjoying himself. He made her work hard before giving in to his release. She washed them both before stepping out and reaching for a towel to dry him. Starting with his face and shoulders, she moved the towel down his arms and chest before she ventured lower. He groaned with pleasure as she rubbed the towel repeatedly over his groin.

Today was getting better and better, he thought. However, even he didn’t expect what came next. She neatly folded the towel, threw it on the floor, and knelt before him. Her mouth closed around his limp arousal. He rose to the occasion, his hand locked on her head as he stiffened. Her mouth widened as she adjusted to him, taking his full length and sucking wickedly hard. He groaned, pushing himself in to the hilt.
God, she’s good.
Her mouth moved slowly at first before building up a rhythm. Grabbing her hair, he thrust into her mouth again and again. When she squeezed his balls he became frenzied and with a guttural gasp, exploded. He held her head; watched as she swallowed, the feeling of power deeply satisfying. She smiled at him, wiping her mouth delicately. He was rendered momentarily speechless.

“I’ve got to get going,” she said in that sexy voice of hers.

Si merely nodded, turning his back to begin his shaving routine. When he entered the bedroom some time later she was gone, but to his chagrin, not forgotten.

Chapter 2

The Braille Club, London, Two Years On: E Key Holders are the elite of The Braille Club but they are unhappy with the conditions of their membership. In their world…money and power buy everything. No such currency exists within the Braille Club and sculptured noses are out of joint, enhanced lips pout in protest, and inflated egos are cut down to size.

Five Years Earlier

Tess

Tess had been thrilled to get the call from the studio. Was she available to stand in at short notice? Hell yes. Apparently the producer had suggested it—about bloody time. God knows she had done everything within her power to get noticed but it was a tough industry, with even tougher personalities. They were very different to their onscreen image. Rude, aggressive, and demanding to name but a few of their more endearing qualities, but Tess didn’t scare easily, and now all her hard work had paid off. She was especially interested to work with Simon Lawrence. He was gorgeous; she had fantasised about this moment for ages and couldn’t quite believe it was happening at last.

She had watched the look of annoyance cross his face when the producer introduced them. Tess was in awe of him, it was like a dream come true. She had admired him from afar for many years as she started at the bottom of the heap in the television business. Bottom being the operative word. She thought about what it had cost her. The television producer she’d slept with had promised her the break she desperately needed and he’d finally delivered. Tess had a fling with him a few months back. Tame stuff, as far as she was concerned. After she’d got the call from the studio, he’d called inviting her to dinner and Tess reluctantly agreed. He wanted to celebrate her big break. Drunk when she arrived, he stared at her chest all night and she resigned herself to their usual arrangement. The currency—her body. Getting drunker as the meal progressed, he had fondled her openly in the restaurant. Annoyed, Tess was above everything else a professional. Enticing him to leave with what she would do to him, he was putty in her hands.

Randy, he’d barely got through her flat door before pulling at her dress. He squeezed her breasts painfully as they stumbled to the bedroom. Tess removed her dress and underwear quickly before she settled on the bed. He wanted her on all fours, but unlike their previous encounters, he parted her buttocks and thrust inside. It wasn’t the anal sex she objected to, but the lack of lube. He climaxed quickly however, which was a relief. Tess was up for anything if it was done properly.
God, men like him know nothing and are utterly selfish
. He’d probably had the fantasy of anal sex in his head for years. She’d be lucky if she could sit within a month. She’d get her own back next time because there would be a next time.

Tess realised early on that she was different from other women. She wanted sex all the time and the revelation disturbed her at first. She couldn’t get enough of it, and so she made it work for her. It opened doors previously shut to her. Armed with only a third class honours degree in journalism, she needed something to help her stand out. Tess was never overtly sexual but somehow men picked up on her. They loved the demure and quiet image on the outside and the bedroom slut on the inside.

Her career began to look up, and slowly but surely she climbed the television ladder because sex aside, she was good. People responded to her and the camera loved her. Her sexual liaisons were never common knowledge. The men she saw understood they had something special when they found her. However, they eventually became embarrassed when they couldn’t keep up with her demands. Slowly, one by one they returned to their wives and girlfriends, relieved to be acceptable in bed for them. She’d heard rumours about Si Lawrence. He was just her type—a player. She’d found selfish, arrogant, commitment phobes were without a doubt the best in bed. They relished the chase, and the sex was fantastic. She could last the distance, her body somehow adjusting to the demands she made of it. Lubrication was the key. She never left home without it. Blessed with a pretty face, she’d starved her body until she reached her goal size—a tiny size 6. Breast implants came next, not to big; she needed to be taken seriously, after all. Tess was not a fan of flaunting her assets. She observed men were not in the habit of showing their flesh. They were always fully clothed. You must leave a bit of mystery. Her suits hugged her figure. Her blouses showcased her slim frame and curves. She won respect from her colleagues. The promotions that followed were a combination of her hard work in the office and out of it.

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About the Author

JA (Julie Ann) Kerr was born in the spring of 1967 at Paisley’s Ross Hospital in Scotland and grew up in Glasgow. She was an office administrator and latterly a recruitment consultant before marrying and relocating to The Netherlands with her husband. After two years, she moved to Cheshire where her first child was born and returned to work part-time. Her final relocation took her back to her home town of Glasgow where she welcomed the arrival of her second child. She raised her family whilst harbouring dreams of becoming a writer. In September 2013, she started her first book and she is currently working on a sequel.