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Chapter 21

Martin punched my shoulder, I grimaced; he gaped at me. He grabbed my shoulder and squeezed; my knees buckled slightly, and I pulled away from him.“Okay, okay. I’ll call you. Fuck!”“What…”“I’m fine.”“You…” he stared at me. Then, he stalked to the door and locked it, closing the blinds before marching back to me.“Martin…”“Come here.”“Marty…listen…it’s not –”“Come the fuck here. Don’t make me chase you!”I moved around my desk. He followed.“Come on, this is no way to behave!” I implored weakly. I bumped into the second visitor’s chair, and he was on me, pulling my shirt open.I didn’t struggle. I couldn’t. Not really.He pulled my tie off and did that speed yank that opens all buttons in one swipe.His face paled, his eyes widened, his lips twitched, as he stared at my bruised torso. His gaze shifted to my neck, and he covered his mouth, closing his eyes.He moved off me, resting

Chapter 22

Adrian was looking at every bruise, every cut, as if measuring it, hand beside my face, like some mime-physician.Reece entered. He cleared his throat. Violently.Adrian jumped and turned to him.“Do you have some ice?” our young client asked hurriedly, “And any balm?” he asked my secretary like they had been acquainted for years.Reece blinked. “Ah –”“I can help you,” the man who had entered with Adrian said in a very surprisingly sonorous voice.I turned to the machine man again. Eyes only.His gaze was on Reece and I could tell that I had competition now. I smiled.“What’s funny?” Adrian asked, a rough undertone to his voice as I watched his man and mine. I turned to him, the smile still fixed.“Nothing,” I said hoarsely. I didn’t know where that sound came from, but I was suddenly very, very tired. “Nothing at all,” I whispered.A look crossed Adrian’s face as I sat back, watching him without restraint.

Chapter 23

It was my own ritual. When things got dark, I got physical, then I healed myself slowly. Like how some people went on runs or hit the gym, I attacked people with as much passion as they attacked me.Sometimes it was a sex club, or at a polo club, where I could ride something far stronger than myself and keep my clothes on, and other times, I went ‘dancing.’Either way, I exerted myself, and I cured my pain, my way.As I toweled off, my phone rang. I put it on speaker.“My lovely!”“Jayden, what happened at the restaurant?”“Leon messed with me, my mind that is.”“And?”“And I got hurt.”“So you went dancing to the point that you’ve got Marty scared?”“Marty’s not scared. He’s worried about his mum.”“He’s worried about you, Jayden.”“Are you worried too, my lovely?” I asked slowly.My baby sister, Rina, was a genius. A computer wiz, a legend, if I were to be humble. She wasn’t good with people

Chapter 24

I didn’t turn, didn’t move. My vision blurred, and Martin was in front of me. “Was that who I think it was?” he whispered, lowering his head toward mine.I grabbed his arm. I couldn’t speak. My head was heavy, and my legs were like lead.He helped me sit. “Listen, Jade. I’m gonna get you some water. You sit here and drink it. Don’t move. Okay?”I didn’t move. Didn’t respond.He got me the cool drink, and I sipped it, forcing it down my locked throat.How can so many people know me better than I know myself, I complained in my heart. I hate this. All of this. I’m supposed to be fine. I was fine. I can’t stand this! I screamed in my mind.But I was breaking. Deep inside. And Leon had started it all – again.==========I stayed with Martin over the weekend. I told myself it was for him. But it wasn’t.I told myself it was so I could keep an eye on him. I didn’t check in on him once. I lay in bed most of th

Chapter 25

I fell into that time. That goddamned fucking era. When I became Leon’s number one bitch for all seasons. Any trick, any gimmick, I had been game. I had been subservient. A willing pawn on a bastard’s masterboard.“Burn it. All of it,” I growled.I could sense Adrian, but I didn’t care. Reece took the package away.I staggered to my chair and slumped into it. Adrian approached carefully.“Wh –”“Are you hungry? Shall we get some lunch?” I asked, my voice distant. My mind was on fire, my heart was squzeeing the very breath out of me. But I was cold. All my extremities felt like ice.“Wh –”“If you want grapes, we can have some there,” I continued evenly. Not looking at the speaker. Seeing images from a locked cage. An erased time.The sweaty bodies, the hot tongues, the cold eyes from the pale face of the one who didn’t make it.“Ja –”Bile filled my mouth. “Your brother… I hate him,” I murmured, turning to the pal

Chapter 26

“How?” I murmured, sighing, lowering my gaze to his cock, which was at full attention. From zero to a hundred by a single word.My face got hot.And that’s when my training began.For three weeks, he molded me, transformed me.I went from bursting grapes within seconds to holding them inside me for a full minute. He used beads and plugs to get me opened up, he used his voice and his hands, to keep me focused on remaining spread out.I cried, but never in front of him. Alone, when he wasn’t around. When the others weren’t in the apartment. I wanted to please him, to get it right, but I kept squeezing back, kept failing, and he kept being harsh with me, getting upset at me.Leaving me for days when I came too soon or burst the fruit before the alarm went off.But I got better. I did better. I found a place in my mind, a blank space, where I could hold it. Hold everything. I could get lost there, disconnecting my mind from my body.For him, I pushed myself. I changed, and he loved me for

Chapter 27

We entered a large room, almost like a ballroom, but smaller, about half the size, but large regardless.There were poles from floor to ceiling and poles attached to circular high stools or tables. Like the type strippers would use for small groups of three to five viewers, wide enough to give a personal experience to the audience, and for the dancer to move without too much fear of stepping off the edge.I gazed around at the red and black décor. Satin and silk. Dim lighting, like a private club. I relaxed and strolled ahead of him, turning my head this way and that.He smiled at me. “Which one do you want?” he asked, brightly, his hands on one of the stripper spots.I looked around. “This one,” I breathed, stroking a pole table that faced the entrance.“Excellent choice,” he rumbled. “Come here.”I did.He stripped me, then brought out the leather cuffs. He strapped me to my pole, arms up, legs wide. “They’ll be here in a few minutes. You good?” he murmured, his eyes on mine.I nodd

Chapter 28

I begged him. I pleaded with my eyes. He held me with his. Whether it was sweat or tears, I don’t know what clouded my vision as he made his announcement. “It’s been fifteen minutes, ladies and gentlemen. Place your bets now,” he rumbled, like a master of ceremonies at a grand event.Which, to some extent, he was.My body trembled at the sound of his voice, I gasped, I jerked. His gaze was doing things to me that none of the fingers or tongues on my body had achieved.My eyes moved away from him, without permission, and I froze. There were five table poles in the room. Four were occupied.Men and women in ball gowns and tuxedoes were going at three other tied, spread bodies, all male, like me.I recognized one of them; he was one of Leon’s roommates. He held my gaze as he breathed through his mouth.The person on his left breast gave way to a new participant, and his swollen nipple glinted. I stared. He had a piercing. I never knew that,

Chapter 29

That cold, dark hole grew. A dull rage pushing behind it. I forgot my fallen compatriot, whose name I didn’t know, whom I had never met.This fucker had ruined my win with the dragon, Leon’s roommate, whom I had just now realized was probably not just a roommate.This fucker had interrupted a battle that had meant more than anything he could imagine. He had stopped me from making Leon proud of me.Me. Not that bastard fucking dragon who had lasted till the end.The ‘roommates’ gaze flashed in my mind. Yes, I mused. He was challenging me… and this fucker cost me that victory.My eyes flashed, and I squeezed him harder, tighter. The guest gasped; his laughter vanished. His gaze transformed into something primal. I held his fierce look, and held my own gaze reflected in his eyes.I had challenged him, and he had accepted.I spun him around, and the others on me moved off. He had still been carrying me, but I was on the

Chapter 30

“He was scared,” Barry replied non-committally.“Yes,” I rumbled. “So what do you think would happen if he lost that fear?” I asked quietly, lifting my eyes back to my man.He straightened in his chair. “Hmmmm,” he rumbled.“Exactly,” I replied, my eyes drifting to the side. “Hmmmm, is exactly right,” I murmured.I saw Jayden’s eyes before me. I heard his laugh. I saw him watching me when he thought I wasn’t looking.Jay…don’t do anything stupid… I told his eyes in my mind.==========Jayden’s POV.I went to the club. One where I could drink and get laid if I wanted. I didn’t like drinking, but today, I needed to.After making it through a lunch at which I could taste absolutely nothing, I bid my young client and his savior a good afternoon and left them to figure out how and when to get my car back to me.I returned to the office to close out properly and headed to my second favorite club in the city.

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