I took another long drag on my cigarette as I leaned against the light post. I thought if I waited long enough, they would surely kill him. That might solve some problems.
Finally, after one more sharp kick to his ribs, they stopped. They walked away, leaving him on the ground, motionless. I waited for them to be a reasonable distance, checked for traffic, then walked across the road. I got some wolf whistles from guys in the queue waiting to go into H and H. I just flipped them off, letting them know they were dreaming.
"Damn, you're still breathing," I said, standing over him, looking down.
"What the fuck," Jon said, as he looked up my legs to my face, his left eye half-closed as swelling covered a significant part of his face.
"Eyes are here," I said, gesturing to my eyes.
"Do you never wear underwear?" Jon asked.
I crouched down and stroked his face. "There was a time you'd have beaten both those two off with ease, are you getting old?"
"You have to want to fight back," he said, "you taught me that Joanne."
I helped him to his feet, he clutched at his ribs, wincing. "You're going to need medical help," I said, holding him up.
"No, I need to go and get Ginny."
"You are a dumb fuck, aren't you, she was pretty clear she wanted you to stay away."
"She doesn't want Chris, she doesn't want what he does."
I looked at him and nodded. I knew too well what that man was capable of.
"You aren't exactly in a state of health to do too much about it."
"I've still got enough in the tank to take him," Jon said before coughing, a little blood dripping from his lip.
"Come on, I've got my car."
I helped him wark the two blocks to where I had parked. He was silent except for the occasional cough. I wasn't sure this was the best idea, but I knew him well enough to know that trying to stop him would have been a waste of time.
I helped him into my yellow mini, it was hard to get into when you were fit and healthy, with limited movement and a damaged eye Jon was definitely struggling.
"You sure about this?" I asked as I got into the driver's seat.
"This isn't what she wants."
"How do you know?" I said to him, a sharp tone in my voice, "you let her go, you didn't call her, you just let her be, you let her fall, then you cut her loose."
I looked back at him as he looked at me. He then turned silently and looked out of the window.
"Idiot," I mumbled under my breath as I pulled out of the parking bay.
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London was turning the rain on for another night as we drove through its streets. It was never a city that went pitch black, it always seemed lit up, that was until you got into its back roads. In the west of the town, just past Buckingham Palace, the well to do had their apartments in Knightsbridge. The mansions now split into apartments that sold for ten times as much as the houses had only 20 years ago.
I'd spent many a night in these apartments with the men I had dated. Working in finance, I'd had an avenue to many a traveling billionaire. I was never easy, I just dated them while they were in town. It wasn't about the money, it was just about the experience, a way to get into these gorgeous home and get a little action.
It was about ten years since I had first met Jon. He had come into the office where I worked, looking suave, handsome, debonair; he could have had any woman in that office, and he wanted none of them. That got my attention.
I managed to talk him into a drink. We'd gone to his apartment, not ten minutes' walk from Harrods. It was spectacular. The top two floors atop an elegant building, all stone. An elevator with a key to access the high levels, he had the only apartment there; he had bought the others and merged them. But still, the corridor remained, he led me through the first door.
We sat, we drank more. A fine scotch, a man with similar tastes to mine. After a while, I lent in, my eyes locked on his.
"You didn't just bring me here to show off your thirty-year-old single malt now, did you, big boy?" I asked coyly, stroking my hand up the inside of his thigh.
"Well," he said, lifting my hand, "That depends, does my reputation truly proceed me?"
"Oh, I've heard," I said, "I've heard about your love of getting a little, well, naughty."
Jon smiled as he stood, helping me to my feet. "Why don't you lose the clothes, and then crawl down the corridor, second on the left... don't make me wait."
I watched him walk away. I'd heard from one or two of the women at work that one night with Jon or his brother Chris was an adventure. The straight-up sex was fun, but tonight I'd worked hard to try something new.
I undressed, placing my dress neatly at the end of the sofa. Taking a deep breath, I removed my bra and panties. I looked down at my legs and heels. I thought for a moment, they looked sexy, but I removed them as well.
I took one more deep breath, "here goes," I said to myself, I got down on all fours and crawled down the corridor.
The floors were covered with a beautiful soft carpet, it was like crawling on air. That changed when I reached the open door I'd been told to go to. Once there, I crawled onto cold tiled floors. The room was dark but for a wooden dining chair in the middle, lit by a single light bulb that hung above.
"It's like something out of the movie Hostel," I thought to myself. Jon moved into the light, standing beside the chair.
"Come, sit," he said, his voice commanding, emotionless.
I swallowed hard and then clambered up, sitting on the chair. Jon used leather straps to secure me to it. Tightly applied around my arms, my waist, my legs tied, so my feet were off the ground, my legs open.
He held the ring gag in front of me for a moment. I grinned from ear to ear.
"You sure that fits?" I asked, giggling
"They always fit," he said, shoving it into my mouth, I felt it lock in behind my teeth, leaving me unable to close my mouth, he then secured it in place.
My anticipation started to build, sitting there under that light. I could hear noises behind me, things being moved around, rattling. I tried to look over my shoulder to see what was happening, but I couldn't see a thing.
Suddenly something dropped over my eyes, and it was all dark. A blindfold, everything black.
"A little mystery for you, little Joanne," Jon said, a bit of merriment in his voice.
I giggled behind the gag. My body was starting to feel a little cold now, exposed as it was. I could already feel my nipples firming. Or maybe that wasn't just the cold air.
I felt fingers pinch at the side of my breast, a little skin, I then yelped as I felt what I knew to be a wooden clothes peg hold the flesh.
"This may sting a bit," Jon said, stifling a laugh.
I shook my head a little, trying to work through it. He repeated the process, pinching the skin and attaching the clothes pegs all over my chest, but not on my nipples, he then did the same down my belly, the flesh not too tight as I had missed a few gym years.
"Now the fun bits," he said. I trembled.
I squealed loudly behind the gag as the first peg was attached to my nipple, then yelped once more as the second nipple got the same treatment.
"Shush sweetness," he said calmly, "just breathe, it will be fine."
I listened to his voice, my heart was pounding; my brain tried to cope with the pinching pain. I then felt the pegs moving a little, I could hear a sound, rough, scratchy. I knew what he was doing, he was threading string through the spring of each peg, he was tying them together.
Again I waited, no talking, just movement, things being moved. I felt something pressed against my inside thigh, then the tape was used to attach it. I felt a large plastic ball-shaped something press up against my pussy.
"Ok," Jon said, "here's the fun. In a moment, I'm going to turn the vibrator that I just attached to you on. You are going to ask permission to cum."
