Broken

by Willow Winters

  He grabs the nape of my neck with a bruising force, lifting me to my feet so that my head is closer to him. So close, his lips barely touch my cheek. I can feel the heat of his hard body pressing down on top of me. He leans forward, growling in my ear. “Why do you always defy me?”

  His hard, chiseled body presses against me. I close my eyes as I feel his erection dig into my stomach. A warmth flows through me as my nipples harden. “You will listen to me.”

  “Yes, Kade.” The words stumble from my mouth.

  “Master,” he whispers in my ear with a deep, rough voice. “Master K.” His grip loosens.

  “Yes, Master K.” I swallow thickly, waiting for him to release me.

  “You’re going to learn quickly to obey me. I want you to be perfect. And tonight, you'll see what that means.”

  Kade reaches into his pocket, and before I can see what he has, he snaps it around my neck. It's not tight and hangs just above my collarbone, but it feels as though it’s strangling me.

  My heart clenches with betrayal. I don’t know why I keep waiting for him to let me go, but I do. I keep hoping he’ll see how wrong this is.

  “You will obey me,” he says sternly, but I don’t look at him. I don’t respond at all.

  “Angel, don’t make me angry.” He crouches down so he’s level with me, and I’m forced to look into his cold blue eyes. But I'm surprised to see they’re not cold at all. They’re heated, and he stares at me as though he’s holding back something dangerous.

  It steals my breath from me.

  “I’m trying very hard to go easy on you. I want to make this transition as easy as possible. But if I need to remind you of your punishment earlier, I will.”

  He holds my eyes for a moment, but then backs away. He leaves me on the floor, grabbing a thin piece of fabric from the dresser behind me.

  “I want you to wear this tonight.” His voice is soft and sincere.

  He picks the garment up so I can see. It's a somewhat sheer shift dress with thin silver straps that cross in the back. The straps also look like they would wrap around my throat like a necklace. The dress is a pale blush color--so pale, it’s almost white.

  He raises his brows and waits. Clothing. Yes, I want that. I’m quick to lift my arms, although that means my breasts are just hanging there for him to see. His eyes travel along my body with appreciation. My pussy clenches despite myself, and I bite down on my lip. I look away as he slips the dress over my shoulders. I just need to cover myself with something.

  The soft fabric feels lavish against my skin, although my ass is still raw from yesterday.

  He circles me and pulls my hair out from under the dress. His hands linger on my skin and make my eyes close from the comforting touch.

  He sighs and sounds disappointed. “Next time I’ll be more prepared.” I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or to himself.

  “You still look beautiful, but next time I’ll make sure you’re ready for them.” His eyes linger on my breasts and I realize my nipples are hard.

  “Are you cold?” he asks with a smirk. Asshole.

  I don’t respond, and have to seriously resist showing my anger.

  He leans his head down and whispers against my neck. “You look utterly fuckable, Olivia. Especially when you tempt me like that.” His hand fists the hair at the nape of my neck. He pulls slightly, just to the point of pain and exposes my neck to him.

  He plants gentle kisses behind my ear and down my neck. “You make me want to do bad things when you disrespect me like that.”

  He pulls back and stares at my lips. They’re parted, and I swear he’s going to kiss me. But he doesn’t. He pulls away from me and walks to the dresser. I watch him as he adds cufflinks to complete his ensemble.

  “Would you like that, angel?” he asks.

  “Would I like what?” I ask him warily.

  “If I did bad things to you?”

  My eyes linger on his broad shoulders and then down his muscular frame. The faint smell of his scent lingers, a mix of woodsy pine and cigars. I would. Some fucked up part of me wants him to do very bad things to me. But those aren’t the words that come out.

  “No,” I answer with bated breath, and he pauses his movements, looking at me expectantly. “Master K.” He gives me a small, approving smile.

  “Good girl.” He looks in the mirror and then back at me with a devilish glint in his eyes. “I wish you wouldn’t lie to me though.”

  My cheeks heat and I look away to avoid his gaze. It's the first time I really take in the room.

  It’s luxurious, and by far the most beautiful room I’ve ever stepped foot in. All the furniture is modern and dark with clean lines. But the linens are a soft white with silver threading. The overall feel is bright and airy, with a fresh atmosphere. It’s a con though. I may as well be in a fucking dungeon.

  I hear noises outside the room, and for a moment I think it’s someone coming in here. I shuffle closer to Kade and grip onto his leg, staring at the door, but the noises pass and no one comes in.

  He looks down where my hands are and then to my face. I’m quick to take a step back and flash him a hateful look.

  He doesn’t like that, and I wish I could take it back. My cheeks heat and I look down, hating that his approval is something I need for survival.

  “This is your home for the time being. I’ll make sure you have everything you need.” I nod my head once, although I don’t really consider what he’s saying. Anxiety is still racing through my blood.

  “We're going downstairs. You will not say a word. Do you understand?” I don’t know what it is, his anger, maybe his dominance, but something about the threat in his voice makes me want him even more. It shouldn’t, but it does.

  “Yes, Kade,” I answer. His eyes narrow, and my heartbeat picks up with fear. I don’t know why he’s upset.

  “Master K,” he corrects me.

  “Master K,” I repeat as quickly as I can, and he relaxes his shoulders.

  “When we’re here you can call me Kade, so long as we’re alone. But down there, you will call me Master K.”

  I nod my head, keeping my eyes on him. He said not to speak, so I won’t. Even though I feel like I should. It's confusing.

  Something shifts inside of me. I don’t mind his anger so much when I know what I’ve done to cause it. I expect it. I can’t help that I want to fight him. And he should fucking expect it. But the fact he got angry and I didn’t know why… I don’t like that. Not at all. I don't want it to happen again. At least when I'm pushing him I feel like I have some control. I need that. I need to know what to expect from him, and that's dependent on what I do.

  I look up at him and realize I've taken a step closer. My hands are outstretched, ready to touch him.

  “It’s alright, angel.” Kade pets my hair as I try to back away from him. I hate myself for doing that. I don’t know why I keep thinking he’s the one who’s going to save me. He’s the reason I’m here.

  “Hands out,” he says gently, and I slowly will my arms to obey. In an instant both of my wrists are bound in thin silver shackles that are more like bracelets from Pandora than handcuffs, but they’re attached by a loop and he’s quick to set a lock to bring them together. The snap of the lock makes my pussy clench. This is so wrong.

  I stare down at my wrists not wanting to accept it, but somehow I have.

  Kade attaches a leash around the loop on the bracelets and leads me from the room.

  “I want you to walk beside me.” Kade speaks to me as though I have a choice. My body seems to move of its own accord.

  “I’m going to show you something tonight, angel. I’m going to show you lots of things, in fact.” He brushes the hair out of my face and cups my chin.

  “I want you to try to enjoy this. If you don’t, this is going to be much harder for you than it has to be.”

  Olivia

  Kade opens the door, and a flood of sounds pours into the room. At first all I hear are the sound
s of laughter and chatter. The faint sounds of music and people moving about, like this is all normal. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I was hearing just a normal party. I search his face for any sort of indication that this is dangerous.

  If he was nervous I'd think I could maybe escape. There'd be some hope left. That I could somehow get away. He’s nothing but confident. He turns to face me and looks me in the eyes. “Behave, angel.”

  A flood of arousal pulls between my legs, and my chest reddens with a flush of excitement. I try to ignore it, but I'm painfully aware of the effect he has on me.

  It’s the tenor in his voice, the way he commands me and my body. It’s wrong. But it tempts me to give in to him.

  I look out across the hall and it almost seems like we're in a hotel. There's a row of numbered doors across the way.

  One door is open, and inside a woman is on a swing. It'd odd and made up of steel bars, almost like a chair. Her legs are spread wide and strapped to each end of the legs of the chair. As I realize her wrists are bound to the ropes of the swing, a man steps into view stroking his dick and circling her.

  Chills run down my body.

  I take a step back and want to fucking run.

  I’m not going out there. I pull away, and the chains on the leash clink together. Kade looks back at me with a scowl.

  “I need one thing,” he growls as he slams the door shut behind him. I try to take a step back, my heart racing in my chest. I’ve never seen him like this. He's angry as he approaches me.

  He takes a step toward me and I take a step back, with my hands bound in front of me and the leash attached.

  Kade stops in his tracks and takes a moment to breathe. The hard lines of his face soften, and he inhales deeply before letting out a long exhale. “Olivia.” Hearing my name on his lips loosens the fear in me.

  He starts to say something, but I interrupt him.

  “I’m scared.” I shake my head and swallow thickly. “Please,” I say. The fear is more real now than it’s ever been. When I'm alone with Kade, this situation doesn’t seem real. Maybe it’s my attraction to him. Or something about him taking me from those other men. I don’t know what it is, but it’s different.

  But seeing the other man and knowing there are more here? I don’t want that. I’m terrified.

  Kade takes a step forward with his hand out to cup my chin, his fingers are gentle on my neck. “It’s going to be a bit of a shock, angel.” I stiffen under his touch. No! I don’t want to go down there. His other hand grips the back of my neck and he leans forward, his lips nearly touching mine. His low voice responds to my unspoken words. “You don’t have a choice. Neither of us do.”

  I close my eyes, both hating him and what he’s doing to me. He leans back and tips my chin up with his fingers. My eyes slowly open and I’m surprised to find pity in his gaze.

  “I promise you, angel. You’re only mine.” He searches my face looking for understanding or acceptance, but I’m sure he won’t find either. I don’t trust him, and I don’t know what to believe. My breathing is still coming in short, shallow spurts, and my heart feels like it’s in my throat. “They all know that. No one will touch you.”

  I try to come to terms with the fact that I’m going down there. Like this. With them.

  “Just stay beside me, and keep quiet.” He runs his thumb over my jaw until I meet his gaze. “You'll be safe with me, and if you listen, I won’t have to punish you.” Even with the fear of going down there, the idea of him punishing me sends a wave of want to my core.

  I let out a heavy breath, and watch as Kade’s eyes widen with lust and his lips kick up with a small smirk. He leans down and hesitates before taking my lips with his.

  I cave at his comforting touch, leaning into him and needing some kind of reassurance. My lips soften against his as his fingers spear through my hair. My pussy heats, and I lean my body toward his.

  Maybe we can just stay here. I can hide here and just be his.

  As the thought enters my mind, Kade pulls away from me and I instantly miss his touch, and the soothing balm he gave me with it. As he moves away, my hands move up to grab him and keep him here, but I hesitate.

  The sense of calm is completely gone, and I find myself moving closer to him.

  “Don’t leave me,” I whisper as his hand rests on the doorknob. He turns around to look at me and I almost expect him to scold me for giving him a command, even though we both know it was a plea.

  Instead he wraps a hand around my waist and plants a small kiss on my forehead.

  “Never, angel. Just stay by my side.”

  Kade opens the door and steps out. I follow him quickly, but I don’t look up, keeping my eyes trained on the floor and that's where they're going to stay. Still, I can see the couple from before in my periphery. I can hear the sounds of her muffled moans and the man grunting and groaning as he pounds into her echoing in the hall. My heart races, and I nearly trip on Kade’s feet.

  “Angel,” he says and gives me a low warning. I look up with wide eyes. He lays a hand on my head, letting it slowly smooth my hair. “Just relax.”

  I nod once because I can’t speak. I just want to disappear. A few men in suits walk behind us at the top of the stairwell. I can feel their eyes on me, but I don’t look up. I’ll just look at the floor and try to stay next to Kade until he’s done parading me around.

  Fear and anxiety race through me, but I can’t let them show. I’ll be good. I just need to stay by his side. I feel as though I'm in imminent danger of being devoured, like I'm bleeding out in the middle of shark-infested waters and on death's door. And I know the only thing keeping me alive and safe right now is Kade. Yet he's the most dangerous predator there is.

  As I follow him down the stairs, watching my feet and only my feet, I see several shiny, black shoes of men but also the small, bare feet of women walking the opposite direction, up the stairs. Women like me. My eyes slowly rise, and I’m nearly petrified to see a woman completely naked with rope wrapped around her throat and midsection.

  I look at her eyes, but she doesn’t look back. Her shoulders are squared, and her back straight. She walks with dignity, and it’s then that I notice she’s smiling and her hands aren’t bound.

  My lips part to ask a question and my head turns of its own accord and I nearly trip and fall down the stairs as Kade’s grip on the leash pulls me forward. I nearly bump into his back as I catch my steps.

  My heart beats faster with fear as several men around us turn to stare. Kade turns around and cocks a brow at me, as if daring me to say something.

  The world around me stills as I look up at him. I’m lost and confused and scared. I just need him on my side.

  “Do you need help, Master K?” I hear a man’s voice offer to my right. My lungs stop, and I stare at Kade’s shoes. My shoulders turn in and I want to run as the man steps closer. I can feel him next to me. He chuckles and says, “She’s new. And it looks like you've got your hands full.”

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Master A?” Kade says.

  The man laughs and his fingers brush my shoulder, moving the hair to my back. My eyes widen with fear and I stare straight into Kade’s eyes, but he’s not looking at me. He’s looking at the other man with a smile, as though everything is just fine.

  My heart races faster when he turns to me and the smile falls. My body’s paralyzed.

  “She’ll warm up soon enough,” Kade says to the man, although he’s still looking at me. The warmth on Kade's features still hasn’t returned.

  “I’m sure you’ll do an excellent job with her,” the man replies as a woman wearing a short, simple black dress passes behind him. She's balancing a silver tray in her hand carrying several champagne flutes filled with the sparkling liquid.

  The man moves in my periphery, and I instinctively look at him.

  He reaches out to the woman’s tray and sets an empty glass on it. He’s in a suit like Kade’s but it’s dark grey with a perfectly
folded, bright white handkerchief in his pocket. He flashes the woman a dazzling, bright smile and shakes his head as she turns and lowers the tray for him to take a new glass.

  “No thank you, love,” he says with a boyish charm. The woman smiles and turns, leaving the man to look back at me. He has rich brown eyes and a classically handsome face that's freshly shaven.

  “Say goodbye to Master A, Olivia,” Kade says with a hint of admonishment in his voice, bringing me back to reality.

  I open my mouth, but my throat is so dry, I have to swallow and clear it before I can say anything. I look up at the gorgeous man, and I can barely breathe. “Goodbye, Master A,” I say in a rush as the words tumble from my mouth.

  The man groans and pinches his forehead, looking at Kade as though I’ve just teased him. “You did that on purpose, you fucker.” He says the words with humor in his voice.

  Kade chuckles low and says, “You're an easy target.”

  Kade leans into me and asks loud enough for the man to hear, “Do you want him to be your Master?”

  I quickly shake my head as fear grips my body.

  Kade places a hand on my shoulder and rubs soothing circles on my body with his thumb. “Call him sir,” he says simply.

  “Sir.” I’m quick to correct myself. I am not giving him permission to take me away from Kade. I have to actively resist the urge to cling to Kade.

  “Say goodbye, correctly.”

  I look at the man who has a sad smile on his face. “Goodbye, sir.”

  “Goodbye, Olivia.” He smirks and raises his brows with his hands in his pockets as he says, “You may change your mind later.” He gives me a wink and looks back at Kade.

  “Enjoy your night, Master K.”

  Kade nods and replies, “And you as well.”

  I expect Kade to start walking again, but he doesn’t. Instead his eyes are focused on me, and I’m forced to look up at him.