Not Damaged(11)

“What does your family think?”

“They think I’m fragile and I’ll break at the first hurdle. I’m not damaged or broken. You know, today was the first time I talked about my job.” She laughed, the noise sounded forced even to her. “What’s worse is I know my family love me and they wouldn’t dream of letting me think like that.”

“You’re family love you, Jesse. I’ve got no doubt of that even Jake loves you like a friend but they’re afraid. They don’t know how to move on.” He released her hand to finish eating.

“What do you suggest I do?” she asked.

“I don’t know, Jesse. They’re your family.”

“I’m seeing them tomorrow. I don’t know if I can handle being with them now.” Tears filled her eyes at the unfairness of it all.

“We’ll get through this together, Jesse. You’ll visit your family tomorrow like normal.”

Staring at her lap, her nerves started to get the better of her. “Will you want to see me again?”

Ryan cupped her face, tilting her head back. “Baby, we’re not done at all. We’ll be seeing a hell of a lot more of each other in the future.” He pressed his face against hers. His lips brushed over hers. She wanted his kiss. “We’ve got so much to explore with each other, sub.”

“Yes, Sir.”





Chapter Three





The following Friday Ryan sat at his office desk going through some of the membership requests made in the last month. He liked to check through all of the applications personally while also conducting a background check on every member. Out of the ten he was checking through, two of them wished to become a full-time Dominant within his club. One of them he’d consider but the other stretched the limits of what he accepted in his club.

Knife and blood play was accepted but for Ryan that took the boundaries of his desire for Extreme too far. Before setting up his club he’d been part of a private one that accepted anything. He’d seen knife play performed under proper supervision. Extreme would not be accepting that kind of play anytime soon as he opened to the whole of the public. Picking up the phone, he declined the membership, giving his doubts and the wished the man well in the future. There was no bad blood and soon he moved onto the next call, organizing an interview to see the Dom in question in action.

All the time he worked he couldn’t stop thinking about his blonde bombshell waiting for him at her house. She phoned him earlier asking for him to stop by to stay. In the last week he had stayed in her house twice. Nothing happened between them as he slept on the sofa in the living room. Slowly, he started to see her bloom. Her fears of him were disappearing every day he spent with her.

Placing the phone back in the cradle, he declined three more applications as other places spoke of their violent behaviors. Once he settled on the people who would be allowed membership into Extreme, he sat back enjoying a few minutes of peace.

His peace was short lived as a knock sounded on the door.

“Come in,” he called out. The door opened and he pulled the folders into one neat pile before filing them away in his cabinet.

Jake stood in the doorway before closing it behind him.

“What do I owe this visit to?” he asked, taking his seat back at the table.

“I wanted to talk to you about Jesse.”

“We have an agreement, Jake.” He stared at the other man waiting for whatever warning Jake felt he had the right to voice.

“I know. I just need to make sure everything is going okay. I mean, I saw her at dinner on Sunday—”#p#分页标题#e#

Ryan knew all about the dinner. At around five in the afternoon, Jesse phoned him to tell him everything that happened. Holding his hand up in the air, he waited for Jake to stop talking. “I’m not going to talk to you about my woman or my methods with her. You had your chance and it wasn’t working between you.”

“I don’t want to cause any problems.”

“You’re causing problems now by thinking I’m going to talk about our time together with you.” He leaned forward, resting his arms on the desk. “Let me make one thing clear, Jake. You passed her on and she’s no longer your concern. I’m going to take care of Jesse how I see fit.”

“She means a lot.”

“Yet you’re not in love with her. Your feelings are of friendship not lust or love. You’ve never made her feel like you wanted forever,” Ryan said, feeling defensive against the man opposite him.

“You’re wrong. I care about her. She means the world to me. I’d hate to have anything happen to her. Jesse doesn’t want anything—”