Not Damaged (2 page)

“What happened to the fucker?” Ryan asked, hoping the
bastard got castrated with a blunt knife.

“He pulled a gun on a local sheriff or something and he got
shot dead.”

The end was too easy for Ryan. “Keep going.”

Jake finished the tale, leading up to him offering his
services to bring her pleasure.

“Is she seeing someone about her issues?” Ryan ran a finger
over his lip.

“Yes, but she doesn’t talk about this with them.”

“What do you think? Is she stable in her mind?”

“I’ve never had a problem with her. She hasn’t experienced
any bad memories or anything. I promise you, Ryan, she’s a lot stronger than
she looks.”

Sitting back, he stared at the man who was asking him to
take over Jesse’s care. “She doesn’t want a relationship?”

“No, I’ve never had sex with her either. I simply give her
pleasure. I’ve touched her body but never found any pleasure myself during our
time together.”

Contemplating what Jake said, he considered his options. He
did find her attractive. Every time he looked at her he got a stirring in his
groin.

“Will you do it? I know you want her, Ryan. All I ask is
that you take care of her for me. Give her everything she needs.”

“Jake, you’re in no position to tell me what to do. Not only
will I take care of her but I’ll also make sure her needs are met fairly. I’m
not a monster.” His cock hardened at the thought of taking the young woman. At
forty years old he was ready to find a submissive woman he could play with.
“Also, you will not butt your nose in. If I do this then I’m doing it without
your interference. I expect the same rules to apply as I do in my club.”

“Yes. I agree.”

“Now, go and get her. I think it’s time I got to know my new
submissive.” He watched Jake leave the office, closing the door behind him.
What the hell was he doing? Backing out wasn’t an option. Jesse needed him or
at least she needed someone who wouldn’t leave her for another woman.

It’s a good time as
any to settle down.

Tapping his fingers on the desk, he waited. Within five
minutes there was a knock, opening the door when he told whomever to enter. He
didn’t know if it would be Jake or someone else. Jesse appeared first. Her eyes
met his. He followed her movements as she walked into the room.

“Take a seat, Jesse,” Ryan said. “Have you told her
everything?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You may leave and continue your work in the club.”

He waited for Jake to close the door before focusing on
Jesse. She sat with her hands in her lap, grasping the purse.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Jesse Robinson.”

Raising an eyebrow, he waited for her to ask him a question.
After several minutes neither of them said a word. Getting up from his seat, he
circled the desk to rest on the edge while looking down at her. Nothing lay
between them and he got a clear view of her body. “We’re not going to get
anywhere until you start talking to me,” he said.

“What? I thought Jake told you everything.” Her eyes were
large and the bright blue took his breath away.

“Yes, he did. I want to hear you talk. I’m not into silence
unless I say otherwise. I’m not going to fuck you or play with you until I know
you more, Jesse.”

He gave her time to let his words sink in.

“
Erm
, what’s your name?” she
asked. Her cheeks were bright red and flushed.

“Ryan Carter.”

“How long have you been a Dom?”

Smiling, he clasped his fingers together in front of him.
“All my adult life.
You?”

“One year.” She didn’t hesitate in her response. “How old
are you?”

“I’m forty years old. What about you?”

“I’m twenty five.”

His assessment of her earlier was accurate. “What do you do?
Where do you work?”

“I’m a receptionist for a law firm.” She mentioned the name
and he whistled.

“Good work there, or so I’m told.”
Several of his customers were from the law firm she mentioned, which he found
funny.

“Yes, it’s a great place to work and they’ve got good
medicals and stuff.” She smiled, tucking some hair behind her ear.

He liked her smile. From the quick meeting he knew she
didn’t smile enough. There was already something haunting in her eyes. He knew
the truth as to why she looked so sad all the time.

“Good.”

“What else do you do or is the club everything?” she asked.

“I’m an investor in small companies. The club is all
mine
and I intend to keep it that way.”

“You come from money.” She made it more a statement than a
question, which he didn’t dispute. Jesse appeared to be a good judge of
character so far.

He found himself liking her.

* * * *

When Jake grabbed her from the dungeon, Jesse had been so
nervous. The look on his face let her know he meant business. He usually looked
happy, ready to tease his next victim but suddenly he looked so serious. Then
he’d told her about Ryan and how he couldn’t help her with her
problem
anymore. She didn’t have a
problem at all but he felt she did.

Staring up at Ryan she found herself relaxing. Surprised,
she sat back in her seat, placing her purse on the ground beside her. The added
protection of the purse was unnecessary. Ryan wouldn’t hurt her. He took great
lengths to being in control and she respected him for it.

“Yes, I come from money. Is that a draw for you?”

“No, I’m not a gold-digger. I’m not asking for marriage or a
ring.
Far from it.”
She licked her lips suddenly
feeling dry.

“Would you like some water?” he asked.

“Yes.” She pressed a hand to her chest shocked by the rapid
beating of her heart. What was happening to her? Her nipples ached and were in
hard points pressing against the front of her dress. In all of her time with
Jake she’d never responded to him like this. Pressing her legs together she
felt the wetness between her thighs.

She bit into her bottom lip and tried to stop the arousal
building up inside her. Nothing happened. Ryan’s gaze landed on her, making her
burn from the outside in. What was happening to her?

“Here you go.” He handed her a glass of water. She took it
from him. Their fingers brushed and electricity zinged through her body.

Gasping, she pulled away to take a sip of the water. Some of
the liquid fell over the side onto her chest. The droplets slid down between
her breasts. His gaze fell onto her chest.

“Lucky water.”

Baffled, she continued to drink, hoping the water would help
her thirst. His gaze slid down her body. She noticed he settled on her hips and
thighs.

“Most women want a man to provide for them and to get
married,” he said, picking up the conversation where they left off.

“I’m not most women. I don’t want anything from a man.”

“Besides his cock?”

Glancing down at her glass of water, she tried to get her
bearings before looking back up at him. “No, I don’t want his cock either.”

He knelt down in front of her. His palm landed on her thigh.
She gritted her teeth as something deep and hard tugged at her stomach. “What
happened to you never should have happened—”

“It did happen, and I don’t care about that,” she said,
cutting in.

His grip tightened on her thighs. “I wasn’t finished. You
will not speak unless I ask you to.”

“We’re supposed to be talking.”

He raised his palm and brought it down on her leg. It didn’t
hurt but she knew he would spank her if he wished.

“You’ve disobeyed me. We were talking, getting acquainted
and you decided to butt in. I don’t like not being heard. One of my rules,
Jesse,
listen
to me or we’re over. And I will make
sure every Dom within the city will not touch you.”

“There’s no way you’ll have that kind of power,” she said,
melting under his possessive gaze.

“I’ve got that kind of power, and a hell of a lot more.” He
stayed in front of her with his hands on her knee. She wanted to open her
thighs and to take it to the next level. “Don’t even think you can go back to
Jake. I will destroy him if I have to.”

“Why? You don’t even know me.”

“You’ve been given to me, Jesse. I do not back down from a
challenge. You’re a challenge, baby. Many probably think you’re damaged or even
broken.” He stopped talking and she felt his gaze deep into her soul. Ryan saw
things inside her that many refused to see. “I see a woman prepared to fight.
You’ve never given up. Regardless of what others think you’re a strong woman. I
like a strong woman.” His fingers inched up her thigh. The tips of his fingers
went under the skirt of her dress.

“You think I’m strong?” she asked. He’d be the first person.
Even Jake thought she was weak.

“Yes. Don’t you see it?”

She shrugged. “I’m so used to everyone treating me as if I’m
damaged that I don’t have the first clue if I am or not.”

“Then let us explore this together.” He took her hand and
rose to his feet, pulling her up with him. His masculinity, along with his
cologne, surrounded her. “Put your hands around me.”

Frowning, she rested her palms on the suit of his jacket.

“Touch me.”

“Is this another rule or something?” she asked. His chest
was rock hard underneath her hands like an immovable object.

“No rules. I just want to feel your hands on me. I’ll take
my time with you and we can get to know each other.”

“Don’t you have better things to do?”

“No.”

She ran her hands up and down his chest before circling his
neck. He stayed still under her touch.

“I’m not this important. I don’t need you to focus your life
on me.” Even as she said the words she wished she hadn’t.

He smiled. “You don’t mean that.” Ryan leaned in close.
“We’re going to do this, Jesse. Are you a coward or are you ready to live your
life?”

I want to live. I
don’t want to be this damaged little girl.

Her heart thumped inside her chest, begging to get out.

Hope sprung inside her. Could she possibly come away from
her past and delve into something magnetic and amazing.

“Sometimes in life you’ve got to learn to trust your
instincts. What do you want, Jesse? Tell me what you want.”

She stared past his shoulder.
I want to be me. I want to be happy with the past forgotten.

Her physiatrist told her the only problem she faced was her
family. Her family remembered the pain of the past just like Jake. Even though
he’d been helping her to achieve some kind of pleasure, she knew he held
himself away from her. Everyone was afraid of bringing her past up or saying
something that made her remember.

“I want to move on, and I want to feel,” she said, meaning
every single word.

“Then we’ll move on, baby. Tomorrow is Saturday. Do you work
tomorrow?”

She nodded. “I finish at two. It’s a half day.”

“I’ll pick you up at two. We’re going to spend some time
together to get to know each other.”

Chapter Two

After Ryan drove her home, he’d gone back to the club to
keep an eye on business. Three in the morning he went home for some rest. If
he’d taken the coffee she'd offered him, he knew he wouldn’t be able to walk
away. Jesse called to him in ways he thought were long dead.

He’d never been married before but he’d taken plenty of subs
in his time. None of the women ever made him feel like Jesse. What was he
thinking? Jesse wasn’t like any of the women he’d been with. Her past
threatened to control her future at every turn. Talking with Jake showed him
the kind of trouble he’d face when he finally met her family.

While Jesse tried to move past her pain, her family was more
interested in reminding her at every turn.

He threw his keys onto the kitchen counter, and turned the
light on. Opening the fridge, he grabbed a beer before going through to his
shower. He always liked to end a Friday night on a beer. Turning the shower on,
he stripped out of his suit and took several minutes to look over his body in
the mirror. At forty he took his health serious. Checking his flesh for any
unexplained blemish or mysterious lumps, he found nothing. His arms, back and
chest were covered in ink.

Growing up he’d been addicted to the feel of the needle
against his skin. Up one of his arms was a black tribal tattoo, while down the
other showed a rounded snake that went up to his neck. No one saw his ink while
he wore his suits. He had an eagle across his back, and on his chest several
different designs, some black some colorful.

He took a quick wash and once he finished, wrapped a towel
around his waist. Ryan grabbed his beer from the sink where he left it, taking
a couple of swigs from the bottle. Heading to his bedroom, he closed the blinds
and settled down on the bed. Ryan turned on the television, seeing some porno
flick on the channel. Rolling his eyes at the triple penetration, he started
looking through the channels.

Porn no longer pushed any of his buttons. Every time he
watched a little scene here or there, he couldn’t help but imagine a guy behind
the camera telling them to go faster, slow down or pull out and suck.

Once he started thinking about that, he lost interest. Sex
wasn’t about going through the motions.

Fuck, I’m getting old.

Running a hand down his face, he finished his beer and
turned off the television. He needed sleep if he was to get to Jesse in time
for their first date. They were not going to do anything other than go to the
cinema. Grabbing his phone from the side drawer, he clicked on the internet and
did a quick search.

None of the movies gained his interest. With no movie to
watch he settled on taking her for a picnic. He set his alarm for seven. Ryan
knew a woman down at the local deli
who
made hampers
providing she had a few hours to get it ready. After he put his order in he
could go back to sleep and pick it up at one then head over to Jesse’s place of
work. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea.

Sleep evaded him. Growling in frustration, he stared down at
the problem. His cock laid rock hard against his stomach. Thoughts of Jesse
made him instantly erect.

Gripping his shaft, he closed his eyes thinking about the
blonde beauty who’d invaded his life. There was no way a woman he’d known less
than twelve hours should have this effect on him.

He fisted the length, feeling the heavy throb of his arousal
intensify.

Thinking about Jesse, he imagined what she would look like
naked. Her tits would be firm and heavy in his palms. He would put money on her
having large round, red nipples that would fill his mouth to perfection.

Ryan imagined peeling the dress away from her body,
revealing her lovely flesh inch by inch. Her curves would call to him. He’d
stroke a hand up and down her sides, memorizing the shape of her body. She’d
possess large, heavy tits, a small waist but a rounded stomach with thick hips.
From the look of her alone he knew she could take a pounding. If she wanted
some pain mixed in with her pleasure then he was more than happy to give it to
her. Ryan took great pleasure in being able to give his
submissives
what they liked.

For many years he’d trained to be a good, experienced Dom.
He read people in order to know what to do to bring them the greatest
satisfaction. Jesse was hiding from what she truly wanted.

She made all the right sounds and denials yet he witnessed a
yearning deep inside her. Jesse wanted a lot more than plain simple fucking. He
didn’t know how he was going to give her everything her heart desired. All Ryan
knew was he’d do everything in his power to give Jesse what she needed.

Fisting his length, he worked from the base up to the root,
imagining the feel of Jesse around him. He wondered how her lips would feel
taking his shaft deep into her mouth. Would she swallow his cum or would he
need to pull out at the last minute and splash his cum over her full tits?
Either one turned him on more than the last. Groaning, he cupped his balls,
tightening his grip as the first wave of his seed erupted onto his stomach.

The orgasm fulfilled what he needed at that moment but it
wouldn’t entirely sate his appetite. The only person he wanted was the sweet Jesse.
Cleaning up his mess with the towel, he left his bed to place it in the laundry
basket.

He settled back into bed, closing his eyes to sleep when he
remembered the need reflected in Jesse’s eyes.

She didn’t think for a second she was damaged even though
she behaved like it. Ryan, if it was the last thing he did, would prove to
Jesse she wanted and could have the same as other women. A life, a family, and
above all, love.

* * * *

Jesse counted down the moment until she escaped the clutches
of work. For the first time in her life she looked forward to being out of work
rather than inside. Tapping her fingers on the desk top, she glanced down at
the appointment sheet in front of her. Before she left three signatures were
needed to let her know the men and women were out of the building.

Her work didn’t require too much thought. The interactions
with clients were down to a minimum, only needing to show clients to their
lawyer’s office and make tea. Some of the men tried to hit on her, but she kept
them at arms-length. She wouldn’t give any man the thought they could have her.
However, none of the men she’d met left her feeling like Ryan had the night
before. Her body awakened under his scrutiny. Part of her wanted to invite him
to her home.

You wanted so much
more.

Cutting off the craving for what Ryan could give her, she
focused on arranging the schedule for Monday. Every Sunday the office was
closed unless there was a big case for several lawyers to deal with.

“Have you got anything exciting planned for this week?”
Denise asked, approaching the reception desk.

Denise looked tired as she rubbed a hand down her face. She
was one of the lawyers who handled divorce cases, who once asked her to become
a personal assistant. Jesse frowned, realizing three of the other lawyers
within the large office also asked her to be their personal assistant.

“You out for today?”
Jesse asked,
avoiding the question.

“Yeah, I’m done with men cursing their wives and vice versa.
I wonder why they ever got married in the first place.” Denise shook her head.

“You’re married, aren’t you?” Jesse tapped away on the
keyboard.

“Yeah, fifteen years, three kids and still
going strong.”
Denise shrugged. “I don’t know. I sometimes think you
young ones hate hard work. A good marriage takes hard work from both sides.”

“I imagine so.” She really did like Denise. The older woman
always made her feel included in life while her own family kept her at bay,
afraid she’d crumble at the first hurdle. She’d survived a lot even if her
family didn’t see the truth glaring them in the face.

“Anyway, any hot date or prospect on the horizon.”

Most of the time she shook her head,
denying any involvement with a man.
Thinking about Ryan made her want to
tell Denise the truth.

“Actually, I’ve met someone. We don’t know each other all
that well but we’re going on a date today.
After work in
fact.”
Speaking the truth out loud and knowing she’d be seeing Ryan very
soon made her smile.

“Well, when’s he turning up? I’d love the chance to meet
him.”

She checked the time, biting her lip.
“Another
ten or fifteen minutes.
I don’t know
,
this is
our first date. He might not even remember.” Jesse hadn’t thought about Ryan
forgetting about her. Crap, what if he didn’t show up and she’d worn her best
heels as well. Glancing down at the red stiletto heel shoes, Jesse fought a
rush of tears. Walking home in these shoes would be an absolute nightmare.

“Honey, any man who forgets you is not worth the time
worrying about him in my book. I can’t stay to meet him. I’ve got to get on.
Hubby wants me to be there for a footy game. The man will not settle down. Have
a wonderful weekend.” Denise waved her goodbyes. Watching the other woman go,
Jesse took her seat again and finished off her work. The woman who’d booked in
over an hour ago left without a look in her direction.

Jesse was used to some of the clients looking down their
noses at her. She got through work ignoring them.

Earlier in the day one of the clients tried to hit on her
but David, one of the lawyers came to her rescue. Most of the time David tried
to hit on her and she turned down his constant offers of dates. When the man
who had hit on her earlier left the building, Jesse tensed as she saw David
making his way toward her. They were probably the only two in the building. Her
bags were resting beside her ready to head out.

No sign of Ryan made her feel nervous. What if he stood her
up? She couldn’t handle the rejection.

“Hey, gorgeous, can I offer you dinner and a night out on
the town?”

She shook her head. Jesse disliked David’s flirting, yet she
never wanted to seem bitchy to him as he was her boss. “I appreciate the offer,
David. I’m meeting someone today.”

He ushered her out of the building, closing and locking up
the front. The company was large and a security team would be taking over for
the remainder of the weekend. When he grabbed her arm, she tried her hardest
not to flinch away from his touch.

Why? Why could she stand for Ryan to touch her but not
David? None of her feelings made sense. Thinking back to the previous night she
thought about Ryan’s touch. He’d not tried to hurt her or dominate her yet his
voice showed her without him even touching her, he expected to be obeyed.

She looked up and down the street, wishing Ryan would
magically appear.

“Your friend appears to be late. We could have some dinner
and I promise you a good time.”

Smiling, she did her best to think of a reason not to go
with him. David was kind even if a bit scary. He took no for an answer but
wouldn’t stop.

“
Erm
, I appreciate the—”

“Baby, I’m so sorry I’m late.” Ryan spoke up, coming to her
side. He wrapped an arm around her, drawing her away from David’s touch. The
moment he held her, Jesse forgot all about the uncomfortable feeling the other
man inspired. Sinking against his body, she inhaled his masculine scent. He
wore a pair of jeans with a white shirt with the buttons open at the top.

His scent made her melt. Crossing her thighs, she gritted
her teeth to stop her moan but she was unsuccessful as a slight sound escaped.

“I guess I know the answer to my question,” David said. The
sound of his voice pulled her out of her haze. Crap, what had she done?

* * * *

    
Ryan
stared at the man opposite him. He knew David as the guy frequented the club
regularly. They stared at each other, waiting for the other to back down. He
loved the sound of Jesse’s little moan, which clearly showed the other man who
she belonged to.

“I guess I know the answer to my question,” he said.

“I’m sorry, David, I did try to tell you.” Jesse’s voice
sounded on the verge of orgasm. Smiling, Ryan shook his hand.

“It’s nice to meet one of her colleagues. Thank you for
standing with her. Traffic was hell but I don’t intend to be late next time.”
He saw his message was received by the other man.

“I’ll see you on Monday, Jesse. Try not to kill yourself in
those heels.” David nodded at both of them before turning and heading in the
opposite direction.

He checked out the heels she wore, whistling at the killer
shoes.

“I,
erm
, I wanted to look nice for
our date.”

“They’re going to hurt for what I’ve got planned. Come on,
I’m parked illegally and I don’t want to get a parking ticket.” Holding onto
her firmly with an arm around her back, Ryan led the way to his car. He helped
her inside before going around to the driver’s side.

The picnic rested in the trunk of the car, waiting to be
devoured.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” she whispered.

“What?” he asked.

“
Erm
, I’ve never been on a date
and at first I didn’t think you’d stand me up but then I started thinking and
once that started, I panicked.”

“Jesse, baby, I can promise you I’ll always keep my word. If
I say I’m going to be there for you then I’m going to be there. I’d never leave
you standing around waiting. Stupid fucking traffic kept me away today.” He
hated traffic.

“You weren’t exactly late.” She giggled.