"Broken"
Written by VeGirl 2013 © All Rights Reserved

Dedicated to @iamcresha for giving this story its first vote.

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He was still in a funk as she drove them both home. "Watch that car! How can you even drive this; is it a car?"

"This is my car, you can sit still or you can walk home; what will it be?" She had a confident tone of voice and he was startled by her way of addressing him.

"Is that a respectful way of talking to your..."

"Ex?" She laughed out loud, making him loose balance again. "Because you weren't gonna say Dom or Master, were you? I won't call you that." She smirked, watching his aback face. "Zoe calls you Mr Sexy. I can call you that," she suggested, this time making him laugh out loud.

"Mr Sexy? Well that could work."

She gave him an audacious look. "Yeah, that suits you." She wiggled her brows and could feel something tingling within her now that her bum had stopped stinging and only had that familiar warm feeling coating it.

He smiled at her in that same audacious way. "I like this new you."

"Thank you Master," she mocked, making the air between them zing with electricity.

"How did this happen?" he asked in a seriously interested way. "And why wasn't I around?"

She laughed out loud.

"Was it some other guy?"

She gave him a pointy look. "Are we really talking about boyfriends, exes and subs during these three years apart? I bet you'll win."

He looked a little guilty, but did what he could to turn it to his advantage. "I'm not talking about shags, I'm talking about important people... I mean..."

She laughed. "Oh please continue; I'd love to hear you dig deeper into that hole."

He stayed quiet for a while, looking out the side window. "Who was he, or is he still around?" There was worry surrounding that question.

She didn't have a straight answer to that question and tried to come up with the reason to this change in her. The fear of meeting him and falling under his shadow during these long three years had just vanished and she wasn't sure when or why that had happened.

"Okay, I get it; you don't have to say it out loud." He looked out the side window of the car. "But why did you almost let me bonk you tonight if you're taken?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You and me on the desk of my office?"

"I remember that Jay, what do you mean taken? I'm single if that was the answer you were looking for?"

His face relaxed.

"I haven't had anyone since you," she added silently.

"What?"

Linda looked quizzical at Jayden, not understanding his question, but needing to park the car since they now arrived outside her flat.

"You're single? But why this change?"

She laughed and gave him a mischievous look. "You think there must be a man to change me? Well in that case, take all the credit! Are you coming up?" She nodded towards her door, and they got out of her car.

"Me?"

"I was so scared of running into you, that when I finally did, I..." She didn't know what to say. "I realised that I could just say no." She smiled at his surprised expression.

"Blimey!"

"Did you tell me to blow you?" she teased, making the humming tension between them zing.

"No, I didn't," he defended himself, but realised she was just teasing him. "But if you feel the need..." He looked impishly at her. His face relaxed into a serious one. "You were scared to see me?"

"Yeah, but then we fucked..."

"And you ran away!"

"Yeah, I forgot about that... Sorry!" She laughed and he pulled her into his arms when they reached the lift.

"I must say that I'm intrigued by this new and improved you." He kissed her along the neck. "But you still need to obey," he whispered in her ear.

Her body tingled when she held her head back to look him square in the face. "No."

Danger glittered in his eyes. "Oh, I like this game." He kissed her down the neck even if the lift had reached the right floor a while ago and was now on its way to transport somebody else. When the door opened, the people waiting to get in was taken aback for a moment by the sight of two people in a heavy make-out moment, with her legs wrapped around his body and him holding her hands above her head. They harrumphed and Jayden looked sturdy at Linda. "Would you keep your hands to yourself, girl?"

She laughed, looking impishly at him. "Sorry sir I just can't help myself."

Jayden laughed, caging her into the back corner of the lift, making room to the others who glared at them.

Soon they were inside her flat and she laughed freely and squirmed while he was trying to grope her. "Stand still girl, or I will have to kneel you," he threatened husky.

"No, you won't." Her eyes glittered but her body was aroused by the thought of their last sessions.

"Of course I will," he promised in her ear.

"No, we will sit down and talk. Can I offer you something to drink?"

"All I want to drink is the juice in your warm and throbbing..."

"Jay!" she cut him off. "I asked you a question; what do you want to drink?" she repeated slowly.

"And I answered it; I want you." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down on the sofa where she ended up in his lap. "Now tell me why you came to my Club?"

She swallowed. "Why did you come to my work?"

"Did you answer a question with another question, again?" His eyes darkened with that threatening lust that had her body begging for more. "You know I don't like that, don't you?"

"I don't know, do I?" she replied breathless, noting how that ignited the spark in his eyes. There was a smug and exhilirated feeling that she could arouse him just by those words that she wanted to explore. She reached up to his face and let her fingers glide over the sharpness of his stubble and into his silky hair. "Oh Master what will you do to me?" she mimicked a small lost girl with a fair voice.

The phrase awoke the tumbling lion within him and he wanted to devour this woman lying in his lap. "I want to arouse you until you scream for release," he whispered excited. "I want to tie you to the bed and watch you squirm."

However much that thought ignited her; she needed to get back in control. "No, if you want me, you're gonna have to do it the vanilla way," she whispered.

"Vanilla?" The frown on his face said it all; was she really making him do this? "Tell me you're kidding!"

She shook her head slowly.

"You mean like missionary-style?" He frowned with a voice oozing with disgust. "Nope, that won't do, I'm gonna have to take you to my playground and flog you till you scream 'yes Master'," he stated.

She managed to get on her feet quickly. "I'm gonna safe-word you every time you try, and my new safeword will be... Jay!" She had a devious smile on her face. "My new yellow-light-word is... No."

That sobered him up from the aroused high they both had been floating on. "You are kidding me, right?" He looked at her as if that was the silliest thing he had ever heard of. "Have you any idea how often you say those words now? You are supposed to choose a word you seldom say."

She laughed. "Yeah I know, the word no was a bad choice, I'm changing it to... Wait." She did her best to evaluate that statement. "Yes, that was much better, I never say wait."

He glared at her.

"So what's your safeword?" she wanted to know and that was a question that surprised him. He was a Dom and hadn't had a safeword in many years. He furrowed his eyebrows in thoughtful contemplation and then he smiled deviously. "My new yellow light word is; wait, and my red light will be... Linn."

Both of them were smiling mischievously.

"We're gonna have to listen to wait? What if somebody says weight?" Jayden walked slowly towards her with excitement dancing in his face and the air buzzed from arousal already. He was suddenly like a lion pursuing his pray.

"Why would you want to say weight?"

He closed in on her, forcing her to look up into his face. His hands slid along her back until it reached the round curve of her bum. With a jerk he had her pressed upwards against him, her feet only touching the floor with her toes. "What if I want to ask if you lost weight?" he asked slowly.

She could feel herself being pressed against the length of his erection and she wanted to set it free from the prison of his slacks.

"No, you can't; a gentleman never asks about a lady's age or weight," she teased.

"I am not a gentle man," he threatened, kissing her neck up to her ear. "And you are no lady, you are a hot, sexy woman with a dirty, dirty mind."

Her body flamed so bright that she wanted him to take her right now, hard and fast. "Oh God," she moaned into his mouth. "Oh God, I'm glad I changed my slow-word to wait, because I just realised something," she breathed. "No is my accelerator, I never had one earlier." Her body was so on fire that she was afraid she would just burst into flames.

"Oh, yeah? Don't you think I keep up the tempo enough?" he challenged her, holding her hands above her head.

"No," she breathed.

"Oh, I like this game." The devious smile spread, lightened up his face and it was the most beautiful sight she had seen. "I want to play it again and again..." His words floated through her body like a silky caress either his words were rough or comforting. Suddenly he let her go and she swayed in her high heels, dizzy from the arousal.

"I want you to get me an ale."

Her breath hitched from the brusk command and she took a deep breath, trying to stabile herself. She turned and slowly walked around the counter into the kitchen absolutely certain that his eyes followed every sway of her hips.

Footsteps followed her around that corner and she couldn't help but to teasingly slow bend down to search for something in the cupboard under that counter, very well aware of the sight that met him. She heard a low growling sound deep within his throat, which she knew only appeared when he was turned on. It had always made the hairs on her body stand in attention.

When she got up he was slowly stroking the counter with his hand. "You have a lot of flat surfaces in this home," he said suggestively. "And you haven't had a man here?" he asked, weirdly exhilarated by that thought.

"I've had men here," she said, making him confused try to back-track a minute while she picked a bottle from the fridge and walk up to him with it. "I just haven't fucked them."

He gasped by her choice of words.

He reached for the keys in his pocket, opening the lid of the ale and taking a few deep gulps of the cold liquid before handing it back to her.

After she had taken a few deep gulps as well, she put the bottle down and watched him take a slow step closer, slide his hand into her mahogany hair until it reached the nape of her neck, where he gripped her neck firm. Still in a slow pace, he turned her facing the worktop of the kitchen-island, pressing her hip close to it and then bent her over, so that her feet suddenly lost their connection to the floor. "I'll enjoy taking you on every one of these surfaces," he whispered while sliding his hand along her legs up to her pouting behind.

"Oh no," she breathed.

His hard erection jerked in his pants and he lifted her skirt to expose her skin. Slowly he took her hands in his and pulled them together behind her back, so he could grip them both in one of his.

"No wait."

Confused he stopped not really knowing what to do since no meant pick up the pace, while wait meant slow down. He noted her wiggle that delightful bodypart slowly from side to side and instinctively knew that she wanted to saviour the moment. He had no problem doing that. "This is even better than on my desk," he uttered slowly making her lower muscles contract.

"Why thank you Master," she teased. "But you do know that this isn't classified under Vanilla, don't you."

"Yes it is, they've changed this whole classification," he claimed whispering while unzipping her skirt and let it fall to the floor. "This is definitely Vanilla."

She was so aroused that she didn't really care what he did to her as long as he did something. The excitement flowed around her like a dazed cloud where only the feeling existed and every inch of her body was receptant. When he took the lycra of her thong, extended it and flinged it back, the tiny sweet sting made her body ache for more. Her own moan made the dazed cloud evaporate and she needed to take back the control.

"Jay?" she said softly.

He bent forward to her ear. "Yes Linn?" His tone was as soft as hers and it took him almost half a minute to realise that both of them used their safewords. "Bollocks!" he barked and helped her up by the grip he still held on her neck and her restrained hands.

She grinned wide when she regained foothold again and could turn towards him. "Are you sure we're in Vanilla district?" she teased, making him laugh.

"How would I know; I need a bleeding map to get around in these dodgy surroundings."

She slid her arms around his neck. "I'll find our way, if you'll trust me," she whispered in a somewhat similar way that he had used to gain her trust many years ago.

He watched her with awe. "I'm proud of you, my precious." He sounded like he really meant it.

She took his hand and led him to her bed where she unbuttoned his shirt and her own as well. Naked she slid down under the covers and held it open to invite him.

He felt like a youngster, being guided into this magical kingdom of sex for the first time as he suddenly discovered a different way of reaching the same pleasure.

"I won't let go, you know?" He had a look that was as certain as it had ever been. "You've really got me begging for more now." He rolled her around on her bed, hovering over her. "You are mine!"

"I am yours as you are mine."

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