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"Broken"

Written by VeGirl 2013 © All Rights Reserved

After the painful matchmaking that Linda's mother put her through, she could revell in her friend's company again. Zoe was eager to hear about mummy dearest latest attempts to fix her daughter up with a suitable man, and Linda told her about Paul Mason's incredible bad humour.

"I mean he's so incredible dull that you'd rather sit still watching paint dry." Linda exagerated a little. "I can easily understand why he's still single, despite his good look."

"Yeah, if only he had the sexual air your ex has. Speaking of the devil, have you heard from him?"

"Actually yes."

Zoe got excited at once and wanted all the gory details, of which Linda gave her only the cliffnote version, as usual.

"He called during the dinner, upset that I had missed the first eleven calls."

Zoe sighed with her eyes rolling up under her lid in a fake blissful expression. "I can see what's wrong with saying yes to that sex-god." She exclaimed. "I can't imagine him getting a lot of no's, and here he is pursuing you."

"Well, we have a bad history..."

"Yeah, I bet he's a bad boy..." She smirked longingly. "He's practically oozing hormones. He can be as bad as he wants, anything to get him between my legs."

Linda furrowed her eyebrows and glared at her friend.

"What's wrong with saying yes?" Zoe looked almost angry at her friend. "You haven't had a shag in years, how tired are you of your dates with Mr Rabitt?" She said, referring to a certain vibrating little thing. "Get that man to shake his ass for you, or I will."

The frustration made Linda push her limits in the gym more than once a week. The attentive Nik had given up trying to flirt with her and she was grateful. One of the treadmills was where she could just let her conflicted head rest. It wasn't the same kind of meditation that she had trained for in college, with Jayden, but she pushed her thoughts to the side and focused on breathing in and out.

Over the next week Linda pondered over what Zoe had said, and even more about her own feelings. There was no question that Jayden was really good in bed, but could she put the past behind them? Was there a slightest chance that she could ever trust him again? The kind of carefree trust she had in him in the beginning. She was more confused than she had ever been; how many times could this man change? Had he really changed or was it all just a game to haul her back into his lewd life.

What if it was just as easy as Zoe made it out to be; what if she just said no? He couldn't really abduct her and lock her away, could he?

An opportunity to test this new and improved Jayden actually opened up sooner than she expected, when her phone rang. "Hi Laurinda, this is Jayden."

She got edgy instantly. "Hi, is there something wrong?" She thought about his last call.

"No, nothing; are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Good... that's good..." He said and was stalling a bit before he got to the point. "And the date was sucessful?"

Was there a hinge of jealousy? "It was everything I knew it would be." She answered avoiding what she meant; unexciting and awkward. "What can I do for you?"

In the silence that followed, she could hear echoes of all the commands he had given her in the past, and to her amazement, her body started to tingle. "I'm wondering if you would like to come with me on a dinner-meeting, it's a business dinner."

The line went quiet for a while, as Linda's body recalled their past and she was trying to control the turmoil in her mind. "Not the club." She stated decisive. "You are not taking me to the club Jayden," she repeated, sounding alarmed.

"But you've never been to my club here, it's not like that club in London, baby."

"Don't baby me; I know what your clubs are like, Jay," she snapped irritated.

"Would you stop calling me Jay?" He hissed through his teeth, just as edgy as she sounded.

She thought about it for a while. "No."

"Precious...?" His dark velvet tone of voice held that ambigous threat that she had heard so many times before.

She rolled her eyes.

"I know you are rolling your eyes at me, and you know how I feel about that!"

"Yes Master," she uttered obedient and the line went silent. "Jay? You know I'm teasing you, right." She was surprised by his reaction and amazement filled her. Could she really push him out of control with those two words?

A powerful feeling warmed her from the inside and she heard him take a calming breath.

"Yeah, I know." But a man can dream can't he? He chuckled awkward and stayed silent for a while. "Would you come with me?" He asked in a low voice.

She actually thought about it high on her powertrip, and his humble tone of voice helped her decision. "Okay." She sighed even if she was tingeling nervously inside. For some reason, she felt the need to top the man who had been her inexpugnable master for years. "Dress slutty, right?"

"No!" He exclaimed in a high pitched voice, but added more silently. "I have no requests."

"Yes you do."

Once again he chuckled embarrassed. "You're right; I wish you'd dress up." His voice held a soft humble tone she didn't recognise.

"Okay."

"I'll pick you up at seven thirty, will that be okay?"

What?

"Are you asking me if that is okay? Who are you, and what have you done with my Jayden?"

He was silent for a short while. "Your Jayden is going through a phase."

She swallowed, and tried to ignore the way those two words felt inside her; her Jayden. Linda was surprised that the electrical current between them didn't make the phoneline crackle.

"I liked my Jayden... the one in the beguinning, who knew all this stuff and helped me deal with myself." Her voice got more and more quiet to the point that she wondered if he had heard her at all since he didn't reply.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow at seven, bye." He said in a clipped tone.

Surprised she sat there with the phone in her hand, looking at the black screen. What in the world was going on with that man? Was he done being Mr Hyde and had transformed back into Dr Jekyll now? In a way it was easier when he just was bad, even if she had been through a little too rough path with that bad boy. This was unpredictable.

She checked the time as she got home from work and took something light to eat, if shit would hit the fan later; she would need her strength.

The warm water in the shower was soothing and she went the extra mile with grooming and shaving. For some reason it pleased her to know that everything was done to perfection, even if it wasn't for show. The black lace thong and matching balconette was her favourite and she watched the result in the mirror before pulling a green dress on, to match her eyes. It wasn't the same she wore at the benefit with her mother, this was much shorter, but it was the same hue. The new black stilettos fit really well and with the silk stay-ups she felt good to go.

Saying yes to Jayden she had done too many times, despite what Zoe thought; how about saying no this time? She had the right to do it, and it aroused her.

She walked out through the front door exactly at seven and at the same time a limousine stopped by the curb. The door opened and Jayden stepped out to take her hand. He stopped and let his eyes glide appreciatively over her. He didn't say anything, he didn't even smile he just sighed.

She was a little bemused, but decided to play tough. "Knock it off Jay." She feigned a bored look and slid right past him into the car. She saw how his eyes immediately noticed the dress riding up on her thigh as she sat down, revealing the lace top on her stay-ups. She decided to tease him and crossed her legs, divulging a little more bare skin and looked bored out the side window.

"Laurinda..." He started to say something in that hoarse voice, but she just looked at him as if the exposed upper thigh wasn't purposefully at al.

"Yes Jay?"

"Stop calling me that!" He growled once again.

"Yes Master." There was a wicked glistening in her eyes and he noted the hint of a crocked smile. He grinded his teeth and took a slow breath.

This was going to be a long night.

How could she suddenly be so cool and confident; she who had been terrified last time she saw him.

It took him almost the entire ride to the restaurant, but then his eyes happened to lock on the base of her neck, where a fast ticking revealed how her pulse beat like crazy. He realised that this was just a game; she was challenging him, and he could never back down from a good challenge. Suddenly the spark was back in his eyes.

Let the game begin!

They stopped at the restaurant and he was the perfect gentleman, lending her a hand when she stepped out of the car, offering his arm and leading her to their table. He introduced her respectfully to his associates and they sat down. Linda didn't remember any of the three guys names, but she noted the defensive stance Jayden got when one of the guy's gave her an impropriate long look.

"What would you like to drink, Linn?"

She looked surprised up at Jayden as he used her new nickname. "Pick me some good white wine." She smiled at him and he looked almost dazzled. That alone made her press her thighs together to ease the warm ache beginning to distract her thoughts.

He smiled and took her hand while he skilfully decided what they both would be drinking for the evening.

Linda noticed that the topic of the evening was actually not as boring as she would have thought. During their years apart, she had enhanced her selfasteem, and despite the way her body seemed to respond to his proximity, she was able to engage in their discourse.

The guys showed unexpected interest in her line of work, and shared some anecdotes form their own.

"So, how long have you known each other?" One of them asked curious, since Jayden never mentioned any girlfriend.

"We've been together like forever." Linda answered with a smile towards Jayden, and she found herself feeling honestly glad to be by his side. "You haven't mentioned me?" She pouted in a teasing way, watching the tiny, but familiar changes in his stance.

"I don't want to flaunt her around."

"Why? She's gorgeous!"

Linda noted the flashes of jealousy and anger in Jayden's eyes, but then he turned towards her to really observe the girl by his side. "That she is." He said slowly, meaning every word.

Linda's whole body started to humm and she found it difficult but neccesary to focus even on their business merge, however boring and confusing. This humming was trouble; an accident waiting to happen.

Or could she take control?

In the car on their way home to her flat Linda thought about how the latest weeks had been like a rollercoaster between them. The Jayden of tonight had actually been a little too sweet and nice and she missed the flare of danger in his eyes. She missed the playful games the two of them used to have in the beginning.

What had Zoe said; what's wrong about saying yes?

The wine helped her make the decition and without any warning she climbed onto his lap, straddling him in the back of the limousine. "Did I pass tonight?"

He just watched her with awe.

She let her fingers walk seductively over his chest while she pouted her lips. "Did I do good... master?" She teased him.

She noted the rigid posture and how he seemed to hold his breath. Under his furrowed brows, his eyes flickered between her sparkling green ones and his mouth opened slightly. Was she really doing this? She was high on the arousal she was giving him, but did she really want to play this game after all the stupid crap he had put her through?

With his eyebrows furrowed in confusion he slowly let his hands cup her behind, just to notice that her dress had run up to reveal the lower half of her bum. "Yes... you were exquisite." He uttered slow and silently with a question on his face. Did she really want to play?

"Good, I wouldn't want to disappoint you, master." She said that word again; the word that made his slacks feel like a size too small in the groin area. "I've suffered the consequences of your disappointment before."

That felt like a bucket of iced water; he had spent a lot of time thinking about what had happened between them in the past and he took full responsibility. The pang in his chest didn't reduce the arousal though.

Tonight, she was the one who put the pictures in his head of her at his mercy; shivering in anticipation as he was deciding what to do to her. Was that what was happening here and now?

Sliding deeper onto his lap, she now felt his erection right on the tiny bundle of nerves at her core; igniting her body. He had been on his absolutely most respectful behaviour that night and she realized that she had missed the bad boy. After recalling Zoe's question about saying yes, she couldn't stop to wonder if he wanted to come out and play.

She had been trying out other guys during these three years since they parted, but her fear of the past had stopped her before they came to the bedroom part. She hadn't trusted any of them enough to play this dangerous and exciting game.

Jayden was the one she trusted; he knew just how much pleasure and pain to inflict, and with that guilty look he had the entire night, she was certain he wouldn't do anything to inflict pain tonight. She wanted the release only he could give, so she grinded her pelvis against his erection and felt the sweet tension build in her own body.

"What are you doing?" His voice was rough and hoarse and she could see those iceblue eyes of his get that deep chrome tone that she used to love, and hate.

"You did good as well, master." She uttered teasingly and felt his erected muscle jerk as he focused on keeping his breathing even. "Would you allow me to show my gratitude?" She asked softly and looked at him through her eyelashes.

The reaction within him, made her feel powerful.

He sat still as a statue for a moment, amazed at her change in attitude and her bravery, before calling the drivers attention and changing their destination. His hands that were already cupping her slid deeper into the sweet corner of her ass until his fingertips reached the lace of her thong running from her lumbar to the vulva, widening and covering the veneric moons. His fingers ran along that elastic, making her exhale and lean her head back as he watched her in amazement.

She was radiating pure sex and he had never seen her in charge like this. Far gone was the insecure girl he once knew, replaced with a godess.

Seeing the mans guilt-struck face as she told him about her side of their past relationship, made her realise that he never even considered the possibility; that he had been so wrapped up in his own arousal and pleasure, that he had missed her signals.

A Master can never miss the signals.

She had put her life in his hands and all he had done was push her further and further, forgetting even his own limits.

Astonished that she would once again put her trust in him, he could barely believe what she was doing. His hands slid her dress up over the roundness of her bum to give him better access and he gripped the cheeks hard, feeling her tremble. He was just about to smack his hand on the soft flesh when the driver stopped outside his hotel, snapping them both back from the dazed arousal.

Breathless, she slid off his lap and followed him, one step behind, with her hand securely locked in his. She was actually surprised how easy it had been to just say yes, and her entire being was filled with anticipation of what would come. Their eyes didn't even meet in the mirror of the elevator, since she had her eyes secured on the soft carpet on the floor until they reached his floor. He held the door open to let her into the vast space of his penthouse.

A tingling sensation throughout her body revealed that she couldn't wait to get what she had been depraved of for three years now.

He crashed his lips onto hers and every dormant feeling that had been suppressed over the years was resurfacing again. Her skin heated where it met his and she was so completely under his spell again that her head spun in circles.

His rough lips were crashing into her soft ones and his tongue was thrusted into her mouth in a fierce possessive motion. His hands were in the red locks of her hair, grabbing handfuls of it, holding her secure in his grip and memories of dormant feelings were washing over her in waves.

They both gasped when their lips parted and he noticed the way her vibrant green eyes was now glazed with arousal. He just stared into those eyes, the eyes he had missed for years.

He took her hand and led her into the flat, intent on giving her the grand tour. They didn't make it further than the couch though, before he had to swirl her around and press her body against his again.

She hadn't come here for the decor.

Her eyes were looking straight into his and that triggered something inside him; possession.

Fiercely he crashed his lips onto hers again in a kiss that made her head swirl. "You are mine." He mumbled onto her lips.

Remembering the feeling of pride and security those words used to make her feel, made her moan into his mouth.

Completely defenceless... again.

"Kneel!"

The next second she was on her knees on the floor, eyes pinned to the offwhite colour of the soft carpet beneath her and her head bowed in submission. All her worry and anxiety was gone, her mind was blank and her body tingled from expectation.

She had not been supposed to think at a time like this and that had been such a relief when she was first introduced to this life. Now she wasn't sure; it felt like a trained behaviour like Pavlov's dogs who drooled at the sound of a bell. Despite that, she knew her body wanted and needed whatever he would give her.

"See, that's my good girl." He breathed appreciatively. "You're still obedient."

Surprised she found herself wanting to please him again, it felt good to do what he wanted and she felt exhilarated over what would come. Her body tingled from suppressed eagerness.

"Take your dress off." He said soft as he loosened his tie and slid it off.

Eager to please, she did exactly as he instructed, and then gracefully sank to the floor in the same position again, dressed in the lacy underwear and stockings, still in her five inch black heels.

"Hold your hands out, my precious," he whispered in a guttural voice, filled with need. He slid his tie around her wrists and secured them together, before he led her to the sofa and coffeetable before it. "On the table, on your knees, head down as I taught you," he ordered softly and she was quick to oblige.

There she was, kneeling on the sturdy coffeetable before him with her pale exquisite ass in his eyesight, and what a sight it was, he thought.

"Lift your knees baby," he ordered and slid a blanket under them. "I don't want to get those gorgeous legs scraped against the stone surface," he cooed and let his hand slide over her back, setting her body on fire, especially deep in the groin.

He released her from the confinement of her balconette bra and let it lay beneath her. He walked to her behind, sliding his hands along her trembling body. "Oh how beautiful you are, my precious," he breathed, just watching her there in the hands of his mercy. Knowing that this

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