Divided Control (The Control Series Book 2) Page 9

  "Why do I have a feeling, Matthew, that we will be spending very little time at the tables?"

  "Because these women control our balls."

  The limousine turned right off the strip and then left into the privileged entrance of The Wynn complex.

  "Why did you choose this hotel?" She secretly wished that they could’ve stayed in one of the themed hotels.

  "I like the service I get here." The car stopped, and the doors were all opened, valets bowed and rushed forward for their bags. James helped her out of the car. It had been a long flight, and she wanted to change out of the clothes James had insisted she wore. Apparently, appearance was everything in Las Vegas, so she had to arrive with Gucci sunglasses and handbag, Stella McCartney skinny jeans and a matching top. She dreaded to think how much the jewellery—a matching necklace, bracelet and earring set—cost.

  She and James had argued over what she needed to pack, and in the end, she had told him to just pack the suitcase for her.

  James took her hand, and they followed a concierge into the private reception. The walls and floor were covered in white marble and gold leaf, exotic plants decorated sculptured urns and everything was opulent. A tall man in a formal grey suit greeted them.

  "Mr North, it is a privilege for us to welcome you here again." James shook the man's hand firmly.

  "It's nice to be here again.” “Amy?" James turned and brought her forward, "This is the hotel manager. Anything you need you just ask him and he’ll get it."

  She stretched out her dainty right hand in greeting, the manager shook it then clicked his fingers at a nearby employee. "A chair at once for Miss Jones, please. And a glass of champagne and a fresh towel for everyone." She was instantly swept into a chair that was more like a throne, and one was brought for Sonia. They cleaned their hands on jasmine scented towels before the champagne was given to them. James and Matthew followed the manager to a small desk nearby and instantly two security guards stood beside Amy and Sonia.

  She leant forward and whispered to Sonia. "I suddenly feel a bit out of my depth."

  Sonia laughed. "I do, too. I have never been protected before. It feels really odd."

  James looked over and gave them a warm smile. She listened to his conversation with the manager.

  "The two suites are prepared and fully stocked for your needs. I have left keys in your rooms for the interconnecting door between the chambers. You have the butler and maid that you requested. They’ll be available to both of you, but obviously, Mr North's requests will take precedence. I have placed the list of items that you both required in the rooms and your tickets for tomorrow's La Reve show are in this envelope."

  "Thank you," James replied.

  "Will you be opening a card with us?"

  "Of course." James handed over his credit card. "Please put two hundred and fifty thousand dollars on cards for both rooms, I think that will be sufficient for starters." Amy and Sonia both spat out their champagne at the same time. The two security guards near them took a step back and wiped down their now wet trousers. James handed his credit card to a receptionist who gave him an eyelash-fluttering glance. Amy smiled as she noticed James was blind to it and turned to look at her again.

  "I hope that you are able to win big Mr North."

  James laughed, "I think you don't but thank you nevertheless."

  The receptionist pointed to something on the screen of her computer and the manager looked, he looked over to her and tried to lower his voice, but she still caught most of the conversation.

  "Will you require reservations at the club?"

  "No." His reply was very curt, and when the manager looked at Matthew, he shook his head as well, though he looked a little more upset. Neither looked over to her, but she could tell by the sudden hunching of James' shoulders that this question had made him very uncomfortable. The manager bowed his head and waved the receptionist away. He handed James and Matthew key cards to the bedroom.

  "You have your usual suite and the one next to it. Your bags will be up there waiting, but I’ll send the maid in to unpack them for you shortly. I wish you a pleasant stay, Mr North."

  "Thank you." James came back over to her while Matthew pulled out his wallet and handed a handful of hundred dollar notes to the manager.

  James wasn't telling her something. She took his hand and followed him to the lift. They stood in silence. The lift stopped and the doors opened to reveal the smiling faces of Sophie and Grayson.

  "Sophie! I thought that you’d be on your honeymoon. What are you doing here?"

  "Grayson has some business he needs to attend to. We’re heading to the Caribbean in a week."

  "Surprise," James whispered in her ear.

  "You knew they’d be here?" She looked up at him.

  "The reason I chose to come here. I wanted to let you get to know my 'nugget' of a sister better."

  "Hey. Watch it, that is my wife you’re talking about." Grayson interjected with his American twang.

  "I’ll never grow tired of you saying that." The newlyweds kissed, and Amy felt all warm inside at the display of affection.

  "Please. I really don't want to throw up my plane food lunch." James pushed between them and strode toward their suite.

  "In now." He held the door open for her.

  "He’s so bossy sometimes." She rolled her eyes at Sophie.

  "Just how I like my men." Sophie giggled, earning her a smack on the backside from Grayson.

  The lift rang out, and Matthew and Sonia got out. Sophie turned her attention to them and embraced them both. They all filed into James and Amy's suite. Matthew opened a bottle of champagne that was on the table waiting for them and poured a glass for everyone while Sonia handed them out.

  Amy kicked off the three-inch heels she was wearing and held her glass aloft.

  "To a bit of fun in Sin City?"

  They all raised their glasses and Grayson captured Sophie in another kiss and hissed into her mouth, "Very sinful if I have my way, especially New Year’s Eve."

  James glared at him.

  She was being kept out of a private joke here. She tried to push the feelings to the back of her mind, but the second that she and James were alone she was going to have this out with him.

  "So what is your business here Grayson? You got a film premiere?"

  "No, I own a club, and we’ve a big night going on." James' face went white, Sophie swallowed hard, and she could see her grip Grayson's arm tight.

  "Amy, why don't we have a shower. It has been a long trip. I’ll take you down to the gaming tables afterwards." James stepped forward and attempted to direct her into one of the bedrooms, but she had had enough. She dug her feet in and shrugged off James' touch with a scowl.

  "I don't want a shower. I want to hear more about Grayson's club. Are we all going to the big night? I haven't been out clubbing for a while now. I love dancing."

  "Bedroom." James was not asking her this time.

  "No." She placed the champagne flute down and folded her arms across her chest. The rest of the room fell silent, and she could see everyone else look down in embarrassment.

  "We should go back to our room, let you rest." Sophie took Grayson's hand.

  "Don't you move a muscle, Sophie. Nobody is leaving this room until you all tell me what is going on. Since I entered this hotel, everyone has tried to keep something from me, and I won’t stand here and be made a fool of anymore. James, either you tell me what this club is, or you will spend the rest of the holiday sleeping in Matthew's room."

  "Please can we discuss this in the bedroom?"

  "No."

  "Alright." He took a step towards her, she took a step back, her eyebrow raised in a stern warning to not even try and touch her. "Grayson is a silent partner in a club here. It isn't your usual type of place; it’s a BDSM club.”

  "Oh." Her cheeks heated again. "Maybe we should discuss this alone." She turned to the others in the room. "I’m sorry." They all nodded a smile of apology t
hemselves then fled the room as quickly as they could.

  James sat on the white leather sofa and beckoned for her to sit with him. She did so, and he brought her to sit on his lap with her legs stretched out on the seat.

  "Are you aware of what a BDSM club is?"

  "Sort of. There were a few of the girls into some of that at the club."

  "I think what you’re referring to is the dominant/submissive side of things. I suspect there was a lot of that in your uncle's club, but Grayson's is very different. There are no prostitutes in it. Everyone who goes there does so of their own free will. You don’t have to participate in anything. You can simply watch if you want."

  "Watch?"

  "Yes. There is a big floor area where people meet and pair off if they wish. Mistress Alexia is the person responsible for the floor staff there, she assists people find the correct partner, which can include her, and acts as an extra to couples if they require it. There are also private rooms. But everything is consensual, and no payment takes place. To enter, you need to be a member and have had certain checks."

  "Are you a member? Sophie? Grayson, apparently."

  "I am. Sophie is, Matthew and Sonia are. "

  "Am I?"

  "If you wish to be."

  She didn't answer that. She still had more questions. "So are Sophie and Grayson dominant and submissive?"

  "Yes, Grayson is my sister's master. I try not to think too much about that side of their relationship, though. I admit I see her submissive nature to Grayson when we’re together but it’s not something we discuss between us."

  "So she’s a slave to him?"

  "No. Sophie has a jewelled collar which she wears to the club of her own free will and Grayson's name tattooed on her wrists, but he does not lead her around like a dog. BDSM isn't about humiliation. It is about worship. As her master, he treats my sister as a goddess, he gets off by seeing how his worshipping can affect her body. But yes, he expects her to yield certain control to him and trust him to do what is right for her. They’re what you call life-stylers. He’s dominant not only in the bedroom but also out of it. He dresses her every morning, and he controls what she eats."

  "Do you want that from me? Have you participated in activities at the club?"

  "I think you know the answer to your first question. My control stays in the bedroom, out of it we divide our control. As for the second, yes I have but not for over a year now. I did visit the place when we were apart, but I did not interact with anyone. I simply watched."

  "Have people watched you there before?"

  "I got Alexia off in the public lounge before, but when it came to satisfying myself, I took her to one of the private ones. I have never revealed myself on the general floor."

  "Did you always go with Alexia?"

  "Yes." That was an uncomfortable answer.

  "Does she mean something to you?"

  "No. Alexia was simply a submissive for my needs at the time, I was one hundred percent certain she was clean." She let out a breath of relief.

  “Did you pay her?”

  “No, I tried to offer her a present, but she would not accept. Alexia likes sex. We were both single, and we consented to engage in satisfying each other’s needs.”

  "Do you find it strange with Sophie being there? I mean she’s your sister."

  "I have never seen Grayson and my sister together, we do not go to clubs together. That is a hard limit for both of us and neither will engage in any sexual activity in front of the other. They’ve their own private room. I know people may think it strange if we were even to go to these clubs together but other than seeing her kneel at her now husband’s feet that would be as much of her life in BDSM that I’d see."

  "But isn't it disrespectful to women?"

  "No, it’s very much about championing a woman and using my skills to make sure that she gets off as hard as she possibly can."

  "So, um, when you’ve been there with this Miss Alexia, what have you done with her?"

  "Do you really want me to talk about this?" She shifted on his lap and hoped that he couldn't tell that this discussion was turning her on rather than repulsing her.

  "Yes. I want to know everything."

  "Why?"

  She got off his lap and knelt on the sofa with her hand to his face. "Humour me?"

  "I have tied her up, blindfolded her, denied her orgasms, licked her out, played with various toys, flogged her, and participated in a threesome with her." She was sure she turned green at James doing all that with another woman. She got off the chair without looking at him, picked up the bottle of champagne and took a big swig from it. "Talk to me beautiful. Look at me?"

  "Give me a minute. I need to process that." James got off the sofa and came and wrapped his arms around her. She was strangely comforted by his affection when logic said she should push him away. But why? She had had sex before and so had James. As long as they didn’t cheat now that was all that mattered. Even though she was torturing herself she wanted to know even more. How could she feel so turned on? "That threesome was it with another woman. "

  "No, it was with Matthew."

  "Matthew." She dropped the bottle of champagne on the floor. "I know you have an odd relationship but…Did he or you...you know."

  "No. God. No. We didn't touch each other. I was in Alexia's mouth while he was fucking her from behind. She had love beads in her anus. Apparently, she likes to get off on being so full."

  She pushed him away so she could think, horny and having him close wasn’t a good combination.

  "Would you ask me to do that with Matthew?"

  "Never. No man touches this..." He reached down between her thighs, cupped her sex, and a grin crossed his face. He had found out that not only were her pants soaked but also her jeans... "It’s mine." she let out a carnal groan of need. " All these questions? Do you want to go to the club?"

  She shivered when he pressed harder at her mound. "Yes."

  James let go of her, and she gasped for air. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled.

  "Grayson, get Amy on your books, and get us a private room for the night of the show." He silenced for a moment when Grayson spoke, "Shit, I don't know?" He pulled the phone down to his chest. "Amy? What is an explicit fantasy of yours?"

  She opened her mouth to speak, but as several thoughts went through her head, her pussy began to clench. She was suddenly bashful.

  "I..err...I don't know."

  "Amy." He raised an eyebrow "You want me to satisfy that itch you have in your jeans right now, then give me something."

  She bit her lip, "You’d a threesome? I want to experience that. "

  "Not happening. No other man touches you."

  "Wait. I didn't mean a man, another woman. She mustn't touch you though. Just me and her for your pleasure."

  It was James' turn to stand there stunned now, he brought the phone up to his ear,

  "FFM."

  She could hear Grayson's exclamation down the phone.

  “I trust Miss Alexia. There are no emotional ties for her, or for me. Will you be willing to allow her to be the other woman?”

  “Yes.” She almost squeaked the answer. She needed to trust James on this. That is what BDSM was about right, trusting her Dom.

  James relayed that instruction to Grayson and hung up, threw his phone on the sofa, and before she knew it, she was flat on her back on the floor, her jeans were torn from her body, and James sank deep within her with a primitive roar.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  James

  James wrapped a protective arm around Amy's shoulders as along with Grayson, Sophie, Matthew and Sonia they strode through the corridor to the high rollers room. They were flanked on either side by members of Grayson's security team including the two that James had requested to allow Matthew to relax more as a guest than an employee. He didn't expect him to fully switch off, but he hoped that Matthew would at least spend a little time enjoying himself with Sonia. If he didn't, Gray
son and James had already agreed with Sonia they’d chain him up at the club and let her do whatever she wanted to him.

  The manager opened a barrier for them and let them all in. James looked at Amy and saw her eyes open wide.

  "One thousand minimum."

  "It’s expected."

  "I’d rather give the money to charity."

  "I’ll give the same amount as I lose to charity for you when we get back to England."

  "The same as both you and Matthew lose."

  "Will I get to put myself in your cute little arse tonight if I do?"

  "Maybe."

  "Amy."

  "Alright." She smiled up at him from under her long lashes.

  James guided her to sit with Sonia and Sophie on comfortable chairs near a table set up for the men to play blackjack.

  "How much are we cashing in?"

  "Shall we start with fifty thousand dollars?" Grayson handed over his card to the dealer, James nodded, and Matthew reluctantly did the same.

  "Matthew, you’re here as a guest. You’ve already briefed Grayson's team. Relax. You’ve earned this break."

  "Yes, boss."

  "No more boss until we’re on the plane home either. It is, James."

  "Yes, bo...James."

  The dealer began to hand the cards out. Amy came over and pressed a kiss to his cheek when he won. As it approached midnight, James was twenty thousand dollars down. Much to everyone's delight, though, Matthew was up twenty-five thousand. James threw his cards in.

  "You giving up already?" Matthew sniggered, and Grayson joined in the heckling.

  "I think my beautiful girl needs my attention." Amy lifted her head up from where it rested against the side of the sofa and smiled at him.

  "Pussy whipped." Grayson replied.

  "Like you aren't, Gray." Sophie came up behind her husband and wrapped her arms around his neck. He spun in his seat and gripped her chin. "Baby. You’re going to get punished for that remark."

  "I look forward to it, Master."

  James took his card back from the dealer and stood up,

  "Thank you for the game gentlemen." He shook the hand of the dealer and passed him a couple of thousand dollar chips in gratuity. Amy came to his side, and he wrapped his arm around her, as she snuggled into his broad chest. His white cotton shirt was soft for her delicate skin.