Room 54 - Book Three of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (2 page)

‘I am not going to be one of your toys, Laura.’

‘Aren’t you?’ The manageress cocked her head on one side. ‘We’ll see.’

Sam felt a shiver run through his frame as she studied him. ‘We will discuss that later. It will all depend on how you perform tonight, whether I decide if you should be shared or just kept for my own personal use.’

‘You make me sound like a walking vibrator.’

Ignoring his attempt at humour Laura said, ‘This evening I need you to do two things for me; the second concerns your help in Miss Sanders’ continued training, the first ...’ The manageress lay on the bed behind them, dragging him down on top of her, ‘... is obvious.’

Chapter Two

The room was in darkness when Lee ushered Jess inside. No lights or candles were lit, and the plush floor to ceiling velvet curtains were drawn.

There was no sign of life. Miss Sarah, Mrs Peters and her mysterious guest were not in evidence as the clerk and barman stood, a subdued erotic uncertainly sparking between them.

Jess glanced around the dim light of the Victorian study. It seemed an age since she’d visited the room to witness Master Philip receive his longed for punishment from Miss Sarah. Another life ago almost. A life where Jess had never even considered S&M, sex with women, or indeed sex with anyone at all for the most part, having settled for a happy life alone with a decent vibrator for company. Now, as her heart thudded in her ears, that quiet life seemed a foreign concept. There could be no going back.

A faint rustle from the corner of the room alerted Lee and Jess to the fact that they weren’t necessarily alone after all.

Pointing in unison to the bottle green curtains, they watched the heavy fabric waft a fraction. There was no breeze in the room, no air conditioning, and the evening was too cold and damp for the windows behind the curtains to have been opened. There had to be someone there.

Jess and Lee exchanged glances. Were they allowed to look, or should they stay where they were, propped against the old desk in the centre of the room? The barman frowned as he whispered, ‘We were told to stay here.’

‘But did Mrs Peters mean stay exactly here against the desk, or here, within the room?’ The curtains’ movement was more obvious now, as if a foot was rhythmically kicking at them from the other side.

Not wanting to be the one who made the wrong decision, Lee hissed out his words, his eyes darting around the room, reminding Jess that they were probably being filmed, ‘It’s a test.’

Equally careful to remain unheard, Jess asked, ‘But which sort of test? A test to see if we ignore whoever is behind there? Or a test to see what we do once we’ve found them?’ Cold shivers ran down Jess’s spine. She didn’t like the fact of the unknown figure behind the curtains.
Can they hear everything we say? It has to be a person- doesn’t it?

‘God knows.’ Lee glanced at the wall clock, whose tick seemed to be getting louder as the minutes stretched by. ‘It’s your choice, not mine.’

‘Why?’

‘Because this is part of your education, your training. Not mine.’

‘What?’ Jess’s mouth opened to ask what he meant, but closed hastily when she saw the warning expression on the barman’s face. She may have been confused about many things concerning her place at Fables, but as she’d proved to Mrs Peters in the dungeon, Jess caught on quickly when it came to knowing when to stay quiet.

The curtain was swaying faster now, and as they strained to listen, faint muffled sounds escaped from behind the velvet screen. Jess stepped forwards, almost on tip-toe, convinced she’d find a person behind the curtains. She wasn’t sure who it would be, or in what state she’d find them. Her palms clammy, Jess took hold of both drapes and yanked them open.

On the wide hard wooden seat that formed the windowsill, bound, gagged, blindfolded, and with a pair of heavy duty headphones blocking out all sound, his legs fastened together at the ankles with a length of rope, sat a naked man. His impaired senses were straining, and tension oozed from every pore of his toned skin. Mumbled groans escaped from the corner of his ball-gagged mouth, while his outstretched arms, tied at the wrist to two hooks conveniently screwed into the walls either side of the window, rippled with fatigue.

‘Who is he?’ Jess was barely audible as she turned anxiously towards Lee, whose eyes were glued to the prisoner’s stiff cock. ‘Lee?’ Jess placed her arm on the barman’s sleeve, making him jump as if he’d been scalded.

‘Mr Wheeler.’

‘Mr Wheeler?’

‘Mrs Peters’ friend. She really likes him.’

Jess turned even paler than she was already as she regarded the incapacitated man, ‘Likes him? Look what she’s done to him.’

‘I was sent to London to fetch him this morning. She must think he’s really special.’

Whispering, Jess replied, ‘Special in what way? I mean she’s made him blind, deaf, and totally immobile!’

Lee simply smiled ruefully and very quietly said, ‘Be careful Jess. Be very careful.’

The queue of questions lining up in Jess’s throat was halted before they could escape, as the door to the study was flung open. Jumping with a feeling of guilt she didn’t understand, Jess watched as her boss strode into the room.

Laura Peters’ voice cut through the atmosphere like ice, ‘I believe I told you two to dress more appropriately.’

As one, Jess and Lee looked at their clothes. As neither of them lived in the hotel, they hadn’t got clothes to change into, and their instructions to be at the study for 6.45 p.m. hadn’t given them time to go home, change, and return. Jess had spent a frantic few minutes in the Ladies cloakroom splashing her face and wrists with cold water in an attempt to keep calm, adjusting her hold ups so they were at least level, and brushing lint off her black suit skirt and jacket.

Lee, whose tie was straighter than usual, with charcoal trousers devoid of their usual powdering of dust from the bar cellar, had obviously not had time to do much about his apparel either.

In contrast, Mrs Peters was wrapped in a magnificent hooded, ankle length velvet cloak in deep maroon, which showed nothing but the very bottom of the heeled black boots she wore. Jess was willing to bet that she wore something luxurious and incredibly sexy underneath, and was surprised at how much she wanted to see what it was like.

Miss Sarah, who had entered the study in Mrs Peters wake, waited without any sign of impatience by the closed door, resplendent in her Victorian study costume.

Mrs Peters, disapproval etched across her face, walked towards her prisoner. ‘As Master Philips will have told you Miss Sanders, our guest here is Mr Samuel Wheeler, a friend of mine. However, as you will have gathered from his restrained situation, he has a few issues with his position in our relationship.’

Jess swallowed carefully, trying not to let the surprise she felt that Mrs Peters even had a relationship, show on her face.

‘Master Philips.’

Lee stood to attention, his hands clasped behind his back, ‘Yes, Mrs Peters?’

‘Your assistance will be required in maintaining our guests’ helplessness during the evening.’

‘Yes, Mrs Peters.’

Sensing Lee’s growing excitement, Jess wasn’t at all surprised when, on being commanded to remove his clothes, he revealed an already solid cock, which pointed greedily at the bound man.

‘Ready for action as ever, Lee,’ Miss Sarah slipped a short cane from its hiding place up her sleeve, running it suggestively between her fingers, a timely reminder to Lee of his lowly position in the order of things.

An approving half smile at the corner of Mrs Peters’ lips was directed at her assistant, before she returned to the matter in hand, ‘Miss Sanders, let me talk you through the situation we have here.’ Walking to the chaise longue she sat down, and indicated Jess should join her. Unsure what to do with her hands, Jess squeezed them together on her lap, trying not to fidget. ‘Miss Sarah is going to remove the headphones and ear plugs from our guest. It only seems fair that he hears what I’m about to say, although he can’t see who I’m talking to, and his opportunity to put his side of things across will, of course, have to wait.’

With morbid fascination, Jess watched Miss Sarah take away the headphones. Mr Wheeler shook his head from side to side, and Jess could easily imagine how much he wanted to rub his ears after they’d been blocked for so long, but his tethered hands could do no more that rattle impotently against the hooks.

Jess found she was holding her breath as Mrs Peters’ voice rose, her tone as sweet as syrup, ‘Good evening, Sam. It is seven p.m. now, so you’ve been in here for half an hour. As you will gather from the atmosphere and the muted shuffling around me, I have been joined in this beautiful study by three of my colleagues.’

A moment of disquiet trickled down Jess’s spine to find herself described as a colleague, but she didn’t have time to dwell on its significance as Mrs Peters was still talking. ‘Miss Sarah, my right hand on the fifth floor is here, cane in hand as ever, along with Master Lee Philips, who you met earlier, along with Miss Sanders.

‘Now, please bear with me a minute, Sam, I need to talk to Master Philips.’ Turning to the barman, Mrs Peters was immediately more businesslike. ‘I suspect it is a while since you had your cock sucked, Lee. That service will also be granted to you tonight. In the meantime please wait by the door. You will not need to be reminded, I’m sure, that you may not pleasure yourself in the meantime.’

Catching a glimpse of Lee’s frustrated but accepting expression, Jess glanced back at the captive, who was agitating his chained hands and shaking his head for all he was worth. No one was being left in any doubt about how he felt towards the prospect of being sucked off by the younger man.

‘Sam honestly,’ Mrs Peters sounded like a teacher admonishing a wearing child, ‘You’ll love it when we get going. Now do be quiet, I need to explain things to Miss Sanders here. You remember Miss Sanders, Sam? She was the one we watched doing her exercises on the webcam earlier.’

Cold sweat prickled Jess’s neck, and she turned to look directly at Mrs Peters, before common sense took over and she dipped her gaze to the floor.

‘Again you show me you are learning, Miss Sanders.’ Mrs Peters’ firm hand came to Jess’s right leg, and the clerk felt her pulse accelerate as the palm began to glide up her leg, and under her skirt, until it reached the lacy top of her hold-up, where it waited, unmoving.

‘Mr Wheeler here is considering a partial change of career. He is an artist, a very good one, but has been wasting his time and talent designing office blocks when he should be painting portraits.’

The tethered man stopped moving, listening intently to every sound in the room. Between the top of his blindfold and his hair line, Jess could see the deepening furrow of his brow.

‘I invited him here today to discuss the possibility of coming to work with us on a part-time basis. I’m often asked to provide a mature male for our guests, and someone who can be both dominant and subservient would be perfect. As you will have guessed, Miss Sanders, it is his submissive side that needs the most work.’

Biting her lips together Jess concentrated hard on what her superior was saying, as well as fighting the temptation to squirm against the growing pressure on her leg that was inflaming her body as much as the strange situation around her.

‘Sam and I have already proved to ourselves how sexually compatible we are, but he hasn’t quite grasped the idea that I would be his boss. I’m not sure he has ever learnt to be much of a team player.’

Abruptly Mrs Peters stopped talking, her gleaming eyes glued to the prisoner. An expectant hush filled the room. The ticking of the clock on the wall seemed louder than ever. Jess felt like an actress in a play. All the characters were in place on the stage, and they were just waiting for Mrs Peters to direct them. Jess scanned the room. Mr Wheeler was very still now, obviously doing his best to relax despite his situation, Lee was propped against the wall, his lean body taut and erect, and Miss Sarah was sitting on the desk stool, her back straight, her fingers idly stroking her cane. Then there was Mrs Peters, resplendent in her robe, her bare crossed legs peeking through the folds as she sat next to Jess, her fingers still playing around the tops of her stockings.

Just as Jess became desperate to break the silence, Mrs Peters removed her hand and stood up. Taking up a position in the very centre of the room she addressed them all. ‘As I have already informed Miss Sanders, the outcome of this evening will determine if she gets to stay on the fifth floor.’ The manageress looked directly at Jess, ‘You will need to impress me. If you don’t, if you fail to throw off the last few reservations you have about the life we lead here, then you will be replaced, not just here, but downstairs as well.’

Jess’s stomach churned. She felt both sick and excited as she listened, her pussy twitching in expectation.

‘Master Philips and Miss Sarah here have both survived similar experiences. Many others have not.’

Chewing her bottom lip, Jess’s eyes darted from Miss Sarah to Lee. They had known something like this would happen, but neither had said anything. Yet she still wasn’t sure what “this” was, and how it could be her test when Mr Wheeler was the one so obviously incarcerated.

‘Mr Wheeler is learning a lesson of his own.’ Mrs Peters seemed to be reading Jess’s mind again. ‘The test, however, is yours. If you pass this, you’ll face one final challenge ... if not, well, I’m happy to recommend you to another hotel as a clerk. In that area, at least, you are capable.’

Her boss’s compliment had all the barbs of an insult, and Jess was determined to pass this test, whatever it was. Now she’d accepted the fact that she couldn’t go back to life alone with a vibrator, she wasn’t even sure a regular boyfriend would be enough any more.

Jess’s new acceptance of her situation however, didn’t make her any more confident when it came to being face to face with three other more experienced people, all of whom were watching her intently, and would be totally indifferent to her failure.

‘Miss Sarah, could you assist me please?’ Mrs Peters stretched out a hand, into which her assistant immediately placed her cane, before standing respectfully behind her superior’s shoulders awaiting instructions.

‘Miss Sanders, I would like you to fetch the stool from the desk, and place it directly in front of Mr Wheeler.’

Jess found her hands shaking as she lifted the wooden seat and placed it before the captive.

‘Now, I’d like you to remove his blindfold.’

Again Jess obeyed, taking care to be gentle as the tethered man was granted his sight. As he acclimatised himself to the subdued lighting, she stared into his blinking eyes trying to gain his sympathy, but instead she saw rage, and a deep hot lust which both fired her own desires and chilled her to the bone.