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There's a bit of smut between the page breaker so be warned! Lily meets an old friend in this chapter, but will it be a good thing? Yeah probably not...

In the following weeks, Jim set about his plans for the Holmes brothers, often bouncing around the apartment shouting orders down the phone. She tried to stay out of his way when he was working as she firmly believed the less she knew the better. But occasionally he would sit on the sofa and pat his lap, and she would rest her head on his leg and listen to his strange conversations while he stroked her hair.

His moments of gentleness could sometimes be few and far between, so she cherished them and prayed that they would last. She had found his temper had a very short fuse, and he would waste no time sugar coating his displeasure if she irritated or bored him. One night she had accidentally kicked him in her sleep, so he pushed her out of bed, and she had to lay there all night shivering. A large purple bruise had formed on her arm by morning and he had apologised, wrapping her in a blanket with a hot water bottle and kissing her goodbye. Another time she had been reading about him in John Watson's Blog, another name she had been hearing often. A foolish comment about how the good doctor had seemed sweet, lead to Moriarty chasing her around the apartment, slapping her and kicking her until she had managed to lock herself in the bathroom sobbing, begging for him to forgive her. She had stayed in the bathroom all night, pressed up against the door not sleeping until she heard him leave in the morning.

She was currently chin deep in bath water, looking at the bruises that littered her body. Her ass cheeks were in a constant state of purple as they normally took the brunt of his frustration, especially during sex. That was something she had grown used to, which made her feel strange. Normally she would be harbouring feelings of hatred, and sometimes she did, but it occurred to her that she might be falling for Jim. Her punishments were, more often than not unjust, but she had agreed to be obedient in return for safety and she had known who he was before she had agreed to live this life. Trying to rationalise this relationship gave her a headache, so she sunk below the water as the warmth rushed over her. As she lay underwater, she heard a dull echo of footsteps, and resurfaced listening intently to his approach. There was no slam of doors or shouting this evening, so she hoped he was in a good enough mood.

Eventually his head popped around the bathroom door and he smiled at her, his eyes raking over her naked body. "Hello poppet!" he said as he came into the room, wearing only a simple blue shirt and suit trousers. She sat up a little straighter to meet his kiss and he crouched down so they were eye-level. "I have a surprise for you tonight Lily-pad" he said as she forced a smile on to her face. She hated surprises. They never ended well for her and normally ended in agony. "Sounds exciting Jim!" she said as a cool chill swept over her, despite the warm water. He rolled up a sleeve of his shirt and dipped his hand into the water pressing a finger onto a bruise that had blossomed on her stomach. "Ouch!" she playfully squeaked as she pouted at him. He grinned and pressed harder and she went to push his hand away, as she winced again. "We have a visitor coming over this evening." He said as he relaxed the pressure and stroked along her thigh. "She's a little...dramatic to say the least, but she is my guest and I want you to be good." Lily sat up and leant her arms along the edge of the bath. "Is that part of my surprise?" She grinned as he tickled her knee. "No, not really, although she may surprise you. But are you listening poppet? I want you to be on your best behaviour." He puntucated every syllable with a sharp press to her bruise again making her shudder. Leaning over to him she smiled and said "Of course Sir" and kissed his cheek. He looked her over and clearly felt satisfied enough that he let go once more. He pulled the plug of her tub and she stood up glad at least she would be clean enough for her mysterious visitor. "When you are ready you can have your surprise" he winked and left her alone again. She quickly changed and sitting under the heat of of the hairdryer, began considering his last surprise.


A few weeks before, Jim had shown her his little toy cupboard filled with every little painful pleasure a sadist could dream of. Hand cuffs, gags, blindfolds, whips and paddles that almost made her eyes pop out of her head. She had figured him to be kinky and his dominance in the bedroom had not surprised her either, but this was a little nerve wracking to say the least. They had tested out a few of them, mostly the paddle she was sorry to say, and she had managed fairly well. One evening, he had presented her with a shiny black box which she had opened eagerly. It really was a surprise when out fell a remote control vibrator and she laughed, her first real laugh in ages. He laughed with her as they fiddled around with it, testing the insane speeds and vibrations that were emitted from this tiny machine. "I won't need you at all now" she joked, but his laughter died out almost instantly. Trying to calm herself she screamed internally at her stupidity. How can one person be so fucking stupid! she thought as she apologised profusely at him, saying she didn't mean it of course. But the damage was done. He grabbed her long hair and dragged her from the living room to the bedroom. She whimpered as he tore her clothes off and cuffed her to the bed, snapping them tightly around her wrists and ankles. She still had those bruises now. He hadn't said one word as he wrapped thick black tape around her leg with the vibrator pressed against her clit. She had wriggled and sobbed but her binds were too tight. Eventually he leaned down and whispered, "Let's see how well you do without me then?" and he flicked the remote on and walked out of the bedroom, slamming the door.

She moaned as the powerful machine sprang into life and she tried to release the pressure to no avail. She felt herself building to a climax and cried out his name begging for mercy. He left her for an hour as wave after wave of ecstasy and agony crashed over her. Occasionally the speed or power would increase and she would scream or drop to silence as she tried to catch her breath, tears flowing down her face into her hair. At one point he returned and she strained for him, begging that he forgive her, but he simply ignored her, placing a gag in her mouth. "Do shut up! I'm trying to watch the news!" And he left her again, to her muffled sobs.

Three hours later she was a shivering wreck of a woman. She could barely see and her whole body was racked with tiny convulsions. He finally switched the device off, but it made no difference. He cut the tape that bound her, removed the gag and unlocked the cuffs. She barely moved and he stroked her cheek wiping away tears. She managed to sit up with help from his gentle hands and she wrapped her arms around his neck, sobbing and whispering her apologies and how much she needed him. He had finally forgiven her and helped her bathe, soothing her aching body.


Her hair was finally dry and she shuddered at the thought of what awaited her. Just smile and don't say anything stupid! She thought as she eyed the toy cupboard nervously. Jim had been watching some comedy show and turned to look at her when she appeared. She was dressed in a simple black dress and tights that hid her bruises from visitors. It hugged her figure well though, as to not be too boring for him to look at and he smiled with approval. He patted the seat next to him and she sat as he turned away from her, pulling something out of a briefcase. He dropped into her hands a manila folder, wrapped in a pretty red bow. She smiled at him and slowly undid the bow and flipped open the file. She gasped as the faces of her little sister and grandmother smiled up at her. She thought all the pictures of them were gone! She stroked their faces and looked up at him, tears filling her eyes. "I don't understand!" She breathed as he motioned for her to keep reading. She flipped the picture over and was greeted with a list of five names. The rest of the file was filled with emails and letters, all filled with orders and blackmail that had orchestrated the death of her family members. She looked back at the faces she had missed for so long. She gently placed the file down between them and looked at him. "I don't even know what to say. This is...this is more than I could have even hoped for. You're wonderful" she laughed as a few tears spilled down her cheeks. He wiped them away and she cupped his face with her hands and her eyes travelled across his features and planted soft kisses on his cheeks and nose and lips. He smiled. "It was nothing really, and it was one of your conditions poppet!" She shook her head and stroked his cheek again. "It's more than that and you know it. Thank you darling!" She kissed him once more as his phone buzzed. He hopped up leaving her to dry her eyes and straighten her dress.

"Our guest has arrived in the lobby, remember pet, good behaviour! She's a stickler for discipline" he grinned and she glanced at him. Discipline? Strange choice of words. She looked towards the elevator as it pinged its arrival. Lily felt her stomach drop to the floor as she caught sight of her guest. Good behaviour was the least of her worries now as Irene Adler stepped into the living room, smirking at her. "Hello Solitaire! Long-time no see!"