*** AUTHOR'S NOTE *** apologies for the delay in submitting this chapter, it has taken a lot of effort to write, but I think, hope that I got it right. Please vote and comment on this chapter, I value all feedback ***
Alex walks in the weak sunlight, his long stride eating up the pavements, he heads for the river, towards the Houses of Parliament, deep in the heart of historical London; the ancient City of Westminster. He knows the cafe he went to with Suzy must be close but he's not that interested in seeking it out right now, a tiny glimmer of doubt seeding in him that yesterday was all a dream although the warm glow in his groin still persists.
He crosses the Thames at Westminster bridge to meander along the South Bank. Stopping almost under the London Eye Alex checks his phone for about the fiftieth time in the last hour, nothing, biting his lip as he decides he'll send her a text message, figuring he has nothing to lose:
'I'm enjoying the sun today, hope you are too, A x'
Then about ten seconds later another;
'That A is for Alex btw'
And then a third;
'Sorry...lame...don't hate me, lol, x'
Damn! blushing like an idiot and pounding his fist against his thigh Alex wishes texts could be recalled like emails. Resigning himself to the fact that he is coming over desperate Alex buys a coffee from a riverside kiosk and sits on a bench outside the National Theatre to enjoy it, people watching, wondering if any of the passers-by are hiding kinky secrets like Suzy. His cock jumps a little at the thought and he shakes his head, smiling to himself, this is getting silly, like an autonomic response; what is he Pavlov's cub?
Suzy ascends from the tube station at Camden Town, her phone bursting into life as she re-joins the cellular network, glancing down at the screen alive with alerts, all from the same number...Alex. Grinning Suzy steps to the side of the pavement to have a proper look at her messages; three texts and a voicemail. Laughing now as she reads his texts Suzy decides to phone him without listening to the message, she walks in the direction of Camden Lock as she waits for him to answer.
Alex jumps almost out of his skin as his phone buzzes into life, Suzy calling, fumbling the phone and almost dropping it he answers;
"Erm, hi, I mean Hello...Suzy?"
He hears a soft chuckle and waits with bated breath for her to speak.
"Hello just Alex," she purrs "how are you?" that sexy chuckle again,
"Yeah, yeah I'm good thanks," grinning like an idiot "sorry I missed you earlier, I was having breakfast...at halls...with a friend...a male friend."
It's Suzy's turn to grin now, he's just so precious;
"So where are you now?" she asks
"Erm, just on the South Bank, where are you?"
"Heading to Camden Lock for lunch, would you like to join me?" she smiles
Alex almost drops his phone in surprise, grinning wildly again and punching the air,
"Yes, yes...I'll have to take the tube, where shall I meet you?
Suzy describes a rendezvous point and then hangs up, smiling in realisation that she has butterflies in her stomach; 'down girl' she tells herself.
Suzy gauges that Alex should take about fifteen minutes to get to the Lock so she sits on a bench and muses where to take him once he arrives. There are of course Guild venues close by but she's really tempted to get to know him better, old fashioned style. While she waits soaking up the welcome autumn sunshine Suzy's mind wanders to Niall again, she frowns a little, it seems she's given him far more attention than he deserves over the past 24 hours; almost as if her subconscious is poking her because she's feeling happy about meeting Alex. Her thoughts return to the scene with the Prince and Niall's behaviour or more accurately to the aftermath of that...
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Suzy was never sure what happened after the slaves had left her as the playroom's motion detecting cameras had stopped recording, the movements they did pick up when she was released from her bondage and removed from the room must have been inconsequential to the vid editors. Suffice to say Suzy awoke the next morning in a luxurious if masculine hotel room with Niall, her eyes sliding slowly open, a low moan escaping her lips, his hand possessing her gloriously trembling, wetly inflamed genitals.
Three thick rough fingers gliding over her g-spot, his fat thumb wedged in her asshole as she sprawls prostrate, naked, her arms either side of her face, tits squashed inelegantly sideways in her armpits. Niall's stimulus arousing enough to wake her but not sufficient to completely revive her sexual frenzy. He's playing her responses like a musical instrument, eliciting her instinctive need to be pleasured.
Not moving her body, languidly enjoying his authoritative hold on her groin Suzy raises her chin to look around the room. She's facing the bottom of the bed and her eye is drawn to the flickering laptop screen on the desk opposite showing the fully edited version of the slaves pleasuring her; their slim dark limbs a delicious contrast to her copious pale luxuriant flesh the sight piquing her arousal.
In the mirror she watches Niall's face, the expression unchanging as he regards her being brought to a release he had earlier denied her. His eyes giving nothing away while his fist flashes over his burly fuck meat, finally grunting out a perfunctory load onto his belly he roughly withdraws his hand and strides to the bathroom slamming the door behind him leaving her once more frustrated and confused.
That had been just before her piercings, just before her collaring; looking back now with the benefit of hindsight she should have known something wasn't right but hey, you live and learn.
