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Dominant Desires

Novel By: Mollydx3
Erotica



Sasha was the girl who had a perfect life, until a tragedy took place and she lost her parents. But most of all, she lost her self respect. Now living in an apartment with her friend she's living the hooker way of life, selling herself on the corner of the city. One night she comes across a man and he is not what she expected. He is handsome and everything about him draws her in.
When he offers her ten thousand dollars to stay with him for three months to pose as his fiance, what will she do? And to top it all off, what will happen when he pulls her into his dark and torturous secret lifestyle of her accepting to be his Submissive while he is her Dominant? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Aug 15, 2013    Reads: 10,139    Comments: 21    Likes: 21   


Eventually Jaxon leaves and he's gone for pretty much the entire day, all the way from the morning to about six o'clock in the evening. For the time being I obviously spend my time alone and I find myself thinking a lot about what I'm going to do with myself when our contract is over and our deal is finished, but I honestly can't seem to figure out what I'll want to do different with my life. I'll go back to my shitbox apartment in New York and I'll fortunately be with my best friend and I can pay the rent easily, and maybe life will turn out to be much better than it was before. But on the other hand, what if it doesn't have a different outcome afterall? Maybe just because I have one hundred thousand dollars won't make me happy like I expect it will.

I try not to think too deeply about anything and Jaxon calls every now and then to check in on me, which I find to be very overprotective and controlling, but it's obvious that this is how he is with females. Once he finally arrives home he seems to be in a very good mood which is nice for a change. His day went well and his meetings went good according to plan, and his happens to put him in a very peaceful state of mind.

Eventually he tells me to get ready in a formal but not too fancy outfit while he gets ready as well, but I'm not as enthusiastic as I figured I would be. Once I've made it ustairs and showered I look through all of the dresses hanging up neatly in my heavenly closet, before I come across a beautiful one that takes my breath away. It's the color black which is sharp but on the front of it is a beautifully designed gold and sparkled pattern, and it's so shiney and gorgeous.

I put it on over a pair of black lacey panties and a black lace bra, and I become very satisified the moment the gold stilettos catch my attention in the back row with all of my heels. After I blowdry my hair I use the curling iron to give myself bouncy curls and I apply my makeup as best as I can, even though I'm not used to wearing it. My eyelashes are coated with mascara so they look much longer than usual and thick, and the light red lipstick I chose really brings out my brown eyes.

Without even thinking it through I open the drawer in the nightstand beside my bed and I take out the small velvet box, carefully taking out the amazingly beautiful and big fake engagement ring and I slowly slide it on my finger. It strikes me as odd as soon as I notice it's a perfect fit. Staring down at it and loving how perfect it is resting around my finger, I can't help but feel glad that he has gotten this without me because I honestly don't think I would have been able to go with him. Eventually I'm all ready to go and my gold stilettos have never felt so comfortable, and the second I arrive at the top of the staircase is when Jaxon slowly makes his way to the bottom.

His gaze never leaves me as I carefully take my time walking down the stairs, while he looks very pleased and amazed by the dressy and classy image I have applied to myself. My breathing picks up and slight nerves course through my body but I push them away as best as I can, because the last thing I need to happen is for me to allow my thoughts to take over.

"Wow," He softly breathes out, taking in every inch of me as I stop at the last step. His gaze looks me up and down and silence fills the area around us, and I instantly notice how speechless he seems to be by my appearance. "Sasha, you look incredible. Absolutely stunning..."

"Thanks," I sheepishly say in return. "And you look really. . . handsome."

I silently take in his appearance as well and it baffles me once I realize how breathless and anxious I've suddenly become. He's wearing a black suit with a white collar shirt underneath, along with a plain black tie. Jaxon looks extremely attractive and everything about him is flawless, drawing me in to the fullest. He clearly has this nerveracking and speechless affect on woman. This man takes my breath away whether I like it or not and there's nothing I can do about it. His hair is brushed nicely and his eyes have never looked so blue before, the color of the beautiful ocean. A suit has never looked so great on a man before because Jaxon pulls it off perfectly.

A grin crosses his lips before he holds out his hand to me palm-side up, his hand waiting for mine to make contact as I gently place my hand onto his. "Why thank you, Ms. Pierce." He purs in a seductive and husky tone, planting a soft kiss on the back of my hand while continuing to stare longingly into my eyes. "Are you ready for our first dinner date as Dom and Sub?"

In response, I nod with a sigh. "Yes," I softly answer.

"Outstanding. Come with me, beautiful." Jaxon orders in a calm tone, not breaking our eye contact as I walk by his side and we make our way to the front door.

An amazingly big black hummer limo is waiting for us outside and as soon as I see it parked in the driveway is when a feeling of excitement overcomes me. Mr. Edwards politely holds open the door instead of the driver, as I make my way inside and there's so much space in here. Instead of us sitting far away from each other Jaxon choses to stay on the seat right beside me, placing his hand on my knee for the entire ride. There's nothing but complete silence although there's nothing awkward or uncomfortable about it, simply because I enjoy staring out the tinted windows at our surroundings and I don't really know what there possibly is to say.

Eventually we arrive to the resteraunt of his choice and by the looks of it I'm immediately able to tell that this is an expensive and fancy place to be. The driver opens the door for us and we hop outside, and Jaxon slides his arm around my waist as we make our way inside. As soon as we walk through the doors I slip into a state of awe and shock, entirely surprised at how fancy and wonderful this place is. I have never been taken to such a wealthy resteraunt in my life and being here is such an unreal feeling, but it's truly happening.

They greet him within a few seconds with graditude and they seem to be so delighted that he has chosen to come here, and they treat him like royalty by the way they're speaking in such happy and greatful tones. Jaxon tells them he has special reservations for us and they don't hesitate at all before they take us across the dining hall with what looks like it could be hundreds of classy people and elegant tables and a countless amount of servers walking around.

Finally, the hostess arrives at a large door and easily slides it open, and this is when I realize that Jaxon has obviously set up for us to have a private room of our own so we have total privacy. This really relaxes me because it puts off a lot of pressure I felt building up, and he pulls out my chair for me like a gentleman and then he sits across from me. I order wine and Jaxon orders a beer, and we mostly sit in silence as we order our food and wait for it to be cooked. Once we're done eating and I am so full and pleased with how delicious their food was, Jaxon ends the silence.

"Hm, interesting." His voice comes out subtle and amused. "You look bored. Extremely bored to the max, to be quite honest. You're not having fun on this dinner date, now are you?"

I stare him in the eyes and I don't hesitate for a second before shaking my head. "Not really," I answer him in a bold statement, his eyebrow raising in response. "It was very thoughtful of you, but I'm not having much fun."

"Ouch," He hisses.

"I'm just giving you my honesty, Master."

"What the hell did I say about calling me that outside of the playroom?" He harshly whispers to me, his striking eyes narrowed and his face filled with frustration. "Do it one more time, Sasha, and I swear to God on everything I will spank the fuck out of you! Am I understood?"

"Force of habit, I guess. Yes, you're understood. I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?"

"Are you being a smart ass to me right now?" He suddenly demands, his tone loud and boiling with anger at this point as I inhale a deep breath. "Don't think for one second that just because we're here then this means I wouldn't be able to punish you, because I don't give a damn where we are. There's a lock on that door, Sasha. I will take you over my knee right now and pull up your dress, and I will smack your ass so raw you won't be able to sit for days."

"Alright, I'm sorry."

"Jesus Christ, you're difficult. You don't need to apologize to me once every few minutes. You're like a broken record. Stop it. Stop this little act of being a goddamn robot to me. I'm getting sick and tired of listening to you being so obedient and always telling me exactly what I want to hear, when in all reality here, this isn't who you are. You're fiesty and you never listen to me. You're always fighting me and going completely against me. If I say go right, you go left. If I say stay on the ground, you'll jump. If I tell you to not move, then you end up moving. But now. . ." Jaxon becomes silent, releasing a deep breath as his face dramatically softens.

"Now what?" I softly dare to question him.

"Now, you're... this. I don't even know what this is, truthfully, and it's torturing me."

I hold my breath and shake my head in pure confusion at this point. "You're giving me mixed signals, Jaxon. Everything was going fantastic at the cabin and then out of nowhere you turned on me, you just switched just like that. Like I never meant anything to you," I immediately rush out, and as soon as he opens his mouth to speak is when I cut him off. "And you told me that you just want me as your Sub and that's all you need from me, and that's exactly what I'm doing now. I'm being the perfect Submissive for you and I get my part of the deal in return which is the money. If it wasn't for the money at the end of these three months that I'll be getting... I'd already be gone."

His jaw clenches shut and tightens, his eyes becoming wide and his eyebrows narrowing from the impact of every word that has just come out of my mouth. I watch him in awe and I become so stunned the moment I realize he looks devastated, because I never in a million years would have ever thought I'd see him this way. Leaning back in his chair and sitting up straight, he sharply exhales before pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. Jaxon's eyes close and for a while he just sits there before his gaze locks with mine and he looks so hurt.

"Wow," He cautiously lets out, inhaling a long breath before pressing his lips into a hard straight line, not saying a single word for what seems like forever. "I didn't know you felt that strongly. You hate me, don't you, Sasha?"

His question comes out gentle and quiet so it slightly confuses me, because the new look on his face and the sound of his voice makes him seem to be so vulnerable. I hate seeing him this way but another part of me is proud that he's in this state before me. This man broke me into pieces and there's nothing he can do to get the old me back.

I stare at his stunned face and I nod, his face becoming hard in return. "A part of me does hate you, yes. But then the other part of me doesn't. I'd say it's about fifty, fifty. But can you blame me? Can you blame me for being this way, for being this new person? Can you?"

"Is that a trick question?" He asks, frowning while I shake my head.

"No, it's not."

He leans forward unexpectedly and presses his arms on the table, his beautiful and intense blue eyes glaring right through my eyes although I try to keep them as guarded as possible. I watch as his aggravated and hurt expression turns to an understanding one, and I can't help but notice how real and easy going he looks right at this moment.

"Can I blame you for acting this way," He repeats my question, hesitating while he struggles to find his answer. "Yes and no. Yes, because you've given in to me to the fullest, you're submitting to me entirely and you do exactly as I say almost every time, but this is only because deep down I think you don't want to leave me. You're just putting on this act to show me that you have had enough. But no, I can't blame you for acting this way, because you are the one who has chosen to give up in the long run. I didn't force you to become the perfect Submissive, now did I? I told you that this is what I wanted from you but I gave you the choice to walk away, Ms. Pierce."

"I needed the money," I simply answer him as his strikingly handsome face scowls. "If it wasn't for the money, and my part of the deal, then just like I told you before... I would be gone. I wouldn't still be here with you. I would have been in New York by now."

"Yes, of course. Selling your body on the corner of New York City," He interrupts me, suddenly looking at me with nothing but digusts as my stomach tightens. "Why?"

Immediately this takes me by surprise so I don't know what to say. "Why, what?"

"Why have you become a hooker? There's tons of great jobs out there, and a countless amount of wonderful opportunities. You could have done anything you wanted, and worked your ass off and received a paycheck for all of your hard work. You could have saved up all of your earnings and gotten a better place to live, and most importantly you would have had self respect."

"Don't go there," I instantly say to him, his eyes widening and a flash of amusement now overtaking his flawless facial features. "I have respect. Being a prostitute makes good money and I do have respect for myself. I have a lot of respect for myself, actually. I was desperate for cash so I did it for a few nights just for some quick income and then I found myself finally becoming somewhat happy when the night was over and the money was put in my hand."

"Did you go to college, Sasha?" He unexpectedly commands for me to answer him, but instead I just gaze directly into his eyes and I can't find it in me to speak. "I'll take that as a no."

"I dropped out of high school after my parents died," I anxiously state, not having a single emotions as I release these words from my mouth as his jaw tightens. "I didn't have any other family and since I was eighteen, an adult, I just took off. I let them take our house and I slept outside. I had nothing but suicidal thoughts."

His lips part in response and he now stares at me in horror, but I don't look away. "You wanted to committ suicide?" Jaxon asks me in a quiet mumble, his eyebrows raising in suspense.

Finally, I reply. "Yes, I did. Until I came across a beautiful blonde girl the same age as me, and that is when I met Natalie."

My stomach mucles tighten and I feel very uneasy just speaking about her because I remember that I was supposed to call and check in with her, but now a part of me doesn't even want to have anything to do with her and that scares me. Has this man broken me down this much that I just want to be alone for the rest of my life? I really hope that this isn't the case but yet I wouldn't be completely surprised if it was.

"You met Natalie three years ago, right after your parent's death?" His expression changes to pity and I can't stand when people look at me this way, but I hold back on saying anything about it because I no longer have it in me to fight him.

"Yes, but you really don't deserve to hear my background story."

Out of nowhere, his eyes widen in shock and he throws his head back before slightly tilting it to the side. Our eye contact doesn't break as he begins to stare at me with rage and frustration but he must know deep down inside that I'm doing as he said and giving him my honesty, no matter what the consequence may be in the end. He leans his back to the chair and folds his muscular arms across his chest, lifting one arm and rubbing his lean fingers against his chin. The way he's looking across the table at me really confuses me because of the fact that he now seems to look pleased with my bold statement.

"I truly miss the old you," He unexpectedly tells me, looking over every inch of my face as if he's trying to read my expression and mind before he sharply exhales. "I thought I wanted you to be my perfect Submissive, I honestly did believe that was the case, but I can't help feeling angry at the fact that you happened to change so much. You're barely even yourself anymore, Sasha. You're a new person and I feel like I've never even met you before and I do not like it."

I sit up straight and hold my head high to him. "Honestly, I don't know what to tell you. I do feel like a new person and I don't feel anything anymore because I'm numb. I feel. . . empty and broken. Emotions don't even exist in my world anymore and I'm okay with feeling this way. And I don't think anything you say or do will change that because this is your fault." I rush out, hating when I realize how unsatisfied he seems to be with my words.

"Basically, you're telling me that you flipped the switch of your emotions." His voice sounds edgy and it's thick with a coat of sarcasm, but he doesn't stop there. "That's nearly impossible. You're trying to block out your feelings but this won't last much longer. You'll give in to them eventually, Sasha, and I will make sure of that. I'm always up for a challenge."

His threat stuns me to the fullest so I take a deep breath before anxiously gulping. "Impossible? I don't think so, Jaxon. Because all of my feelings for you have vanished. They're gone," I honestly say, my tone at a hushed mutter and I watch his reaction intently as he frowns.

Mr. Edwards suddenly looks emotionally torn apart sitting only feet across from me, and it's such an incredible position for me to be in because I've never seen him look so hurt before. His face is soft but yet upset at the same time, his lips pouting and his eyes so vulnerable that they look as if they're filled with nothing but burning pain. After a few seconds pass by is when he finally breaks our eye contact and he drops his shocked gaze down to his lap, and I can't do anything else other than watch his every movement, waiting for him to respond to me.

"Is that so?" He breathes, barely any sound to his voice. "You have five minutes to ask me anything and I'll try to answer you as best as I can. I'm not used to giving people permission to ask me about my life and about myself, because I'm not the kind of guy who likes to share anything with anyone, just making that clear to you. You told me the story about your parents and now you can ask me whatever you would like in return and I will answer you with honesty."

"Why?" Is all I say.

He raises an eyebrow and finally his head lifts and his eyes lock with mine in a crazy and wild staredown, and he seems to be very tense about what's about to take place. "Why? Well, because you trusted me with your story and you think that I took that for granted, which I truly didn't. I absolutely adore how you had enough trust and comfort to share that with me, so in return I will give you five minutes to ask me about my life."

"Am I supposed to be happy since you're doing this?"

I softly question, watching as his face drops and he now looks very offended which takes me by complete surprise and also leaves me a little worried. Mr. Edwards rubs his strong jawline with his hand before he lets out a long groan under his breath, and it's very easy to tell that he is now not in a very great mood because of how I responded to his willingness to open up to me. But why on earth should I be happy about this?

I don't care anymore, so it doesn't matter to me.

"You should feel very flattered, to be entirely honest with you. I never do this so this is a one time offer, Sasha. You did confide in me and told me your story about your life, and I felt great that you could open up to me in that way. I don't want you to think that you having so much trust in me to tell me something that terrible that happened to your parents on your birthday didn't make me feel like the most lucky man in the world, because to be one hundred percent honest with you. . ." He becomes quiet while his eyes stare deep and sadly into mine. "It meant the world to me. You have no idea how much that deeply touched me. You don't have the slightest clue."

After all of this leaves his mouth, I can't help but gaze across the table at his face with nothing but blankness, because I don't believe a single word he said. "If that meant so much to you, Mas-- Jaxon." I instantly correct myself as his eyes narrow and his jaw clenches shut. "Then how could have you done that to me the next morning?"

"Does this mean you'd like for me to give you five minutes of my time to answer any questions that you have for me?" He cautiously asks, and unthinkingly, I nod. He immediately drops his head and glances down at the time on his watch before locking our eyes in an intense staredown once again, leaving me breathless. "Alright, you have five minutes and five minutes only. Go."

Within a second I rush out, "Why did you suddenly snap back into your Dominant mode the morning I woke up in the cabin?"

"Pass."

"That's not what you just said. . ."

He releases a short breath before leaning his arms on the table, his bright blue eyes nervously gazing into my widened brown ones. "Fine, you're right. I changed because I realized that I couldn't do it anymore and it's just as simple as that."

"That. . . is your response?" I ask in a hushed whisper, still so lost.

"I woke up and you were in my arms." He immediately says, these words carefully escaping from his full lips as I stay on mute, stunned with his answer. "You were snuggled up against my chest and my arms were around your body, and you looked so beautiful. Sasha, we were holding onto each other so tight and I tried to get out of bed but you were holding onto me for dear life. I could barely get us untangled from one another. I woke up and you were in my bed, and it was the scariest moment I've ever experienced before." Jaxon becomes silent and he's filled with emotion, his face stern but yet filled with compassion at the same time. "I let a Submissive sleep in my bed. . . with me, and I couldn't believe I had let that happen. I was terrified because I'm not used to feelings and I came to realize that it wasn't what I wanted. I realized that I couldn't do it anymore."

"And is that why you were so mean and heartless with me?" I quietly ask, and he presses his lips together into a firm line before sharply breathing out, shrugging in silence. "Alright. How did you become a Dominant? How did you get into this BDSM lifestyle?"

"A friend introduced me to it."

"A male or female friend?" I make sure to ask him, and he grimaces.

"A man, Sasha. He took me along to a Fetish club with him and a few of his buddies and that is when I was introduced to the lifestyle. They have quite a lot of them, actually. It can either range from a nightclub, a bar or other entertainment hub which caters to people interested in some of bondage, dominance and submission, and even sadism and masochism. Some of them have play going on inside the club while others are just a socialising place." Jaxon cautiously explains to me, now suddenly speaking in his business voice. "That is how I got introduced to it. A female came up to me and she happened to be into the life as living as a Submissive and I tried to out. Next thing I knew, I was into it and that is how I became a Dominant."

"What was her name?" I say to him in curiousity.

He jaw sets tight and immediately within a second, he's firmly shaking his head in response to my new question. "That's confidential," He easily replies, staring fiercly at me.

"You really can't tell me her name?"

Again, he shakes his head. "No, I can't. I could be taken to court. It was stated specifically in the contract that her identity would remain unknown and she was very flat on her terms and personal security within the paperwork. Just like for the contract you have signed, Sasha, you can't speak a word about our arrangement to anyone."

"Alright, I understand. . ."

He quickly drops his gaze down to his watch and loudly clears his throat. "Two minutes left, Ms. Pierce. What else would you like to know about myself?"

"Have you ever fallen for any of your previous Submissives--"

"No," He immediately snaps, his eyes flashing with caution for a while until he relaxes his tense shoulders and leans back against his chair. "I have not."

"What is the worst amount of pain you have given to someone? I'd really like to know that," I carefully say, a deep breath coming from him. "You don't need to tell me any details about the person, obviously because you can't since it's in your contract, but I just want to know what is the worst thing you've ever done to someone. I want to know which punishment was the worst you have ever given to a female."

"You don't want to know my answer to that," He says very sincere.

"But I do."

"You don't want to have me answer that, Sasha. You should ask me another one."

I firmly shake my head and frown in return, showing him no fear. "No," I state.

"You really think you'll be able to handle the answer I'm about to give you? Because like I had confirmed to you. . . I'm going to be as honest as ever before," He lets out, warning me in a way which leaves my mind wondering to what he could possibly say to me.

My eyes stay locked with his and I take a deep breath before saying, "I can handle it."

"Sasha. . . Are you sure?"

"You said that you would answer me no matter what--"

"I whipped my Submissive so intensely that she was left with swollen welts all across every inch of her back." He unexpectedly races out, his tone blank but yet filled with venom.

In response my heart hammers and pounds painfully in my chest. I stare at this man in pure fear at this very moment, shocked with what he has just told me and I know for sure he can tell how I feel by the look on my face. He bites his lip and drops his head, tightly closing his eyes as I watch him closely. Mr. Edwards leans his elbows onto the table and rubs his temples with his fingers and afterwards he runs them through his combed back hair. I've never seen him look so concerned and guilty before so this moment really stuns me.

"That's disgusting," I honestly mutter, anxiously gulping. "That's inhumane."

"I'm a Sadist, Sasha." His head jerks up without hesitation and his glare burns through me, the blood bubbling inside of my veins and my heart racing from suspense. "She was very big on Sadism, she rather enjoyed it to be perfectly honest with you. Some woman are like that in the BDSM world and she wanted me to whip her, so I did."

"She wanted you to give her swollen red welts into her skin, so you did it. Well, that's definitely reassuring, Mr. Edwards. What if I told you that I wanted you to slit my wrists? Would you seriously go through with that? Would you take a razorblade and cut me open?" I rush out, not sounding like anything because my voice is almost monotone.

"That could fucking kill you!" He groans to me, running his hands through his hair once again before rushing to his feet, facing his back towards me. "I would never cut your wrists. I wouldn't cut any part of your body. You're mine and I would never let anything hurt you like that."

"Did it feel good when you did that to her?" I test him, swallowing hard and holding my breath.

Jaxon suddenly turns around to glare at me in nothing but confusion and defeat, glancing down at his watch before he lets out a quick grunt. "Yeah," He states, and my heart drops. "It did. But that doesn't mean that I'm proud of what I did. I applied pain and she took it very well, and she thanked me afterwards because I did exactly as she wished."

"Were you ever in love before, Mr. Edwards?" I finally gain the courage to ask him, before his eyes widen out of what appears to be discomfort and uneasiness.

"Time is up," He says so quietly that it very slightly, but barely, tugs at my heart. "No more questions, Sasha. Please. . . Just no more questions. Not tonight."

"Alright," I whisper to him in return. "No more questions."

"I'm a terrible man, Ms. Pierce. I'm not going to act as if I don't already know this. I'm perfectly aware of my actions and the way I am, but this is how I chose to live my life. It's sometimes rather complicated and I wish I could make you understand better but this is who I am. This is how I act. A wealthy and successful business man but a fucked up sadistic Dominant on the side," He slowly explains to me, and I can tell from the stern and straight forward sound of his voice that he is speaking with sincerity. "I was fine with it before but ever since you came into my life, everything's been different. I hate what you do to me. I hate that you have so much power over me."

"I. . . I have power over you?" I anxiously stutter, beyond confused with what he is saying.

"I was drawn to you because of how unusual you were, how different you were from the women I was used to having in my life. I wanted you so bad as soon as you began challenging me basically the first minute we started our conversation. You were feisty and you had such an attitude and you didn't give in or listen to a word I said--" Jaxon stops talking and instead releases a deep breath, beginning to pace back and forth across the private room. "You were difficult and moody, and my God you were so independent. You were almost always defiant and damn you were almost impossible to handle at times, and you made me so mad."

"I'm sorry," I softly say to him.

Jaxon turns around within a simple second, like the blink of an eye, and nearly darts over to where I'm sitting as he turns my chair to the side that I'm still sitting on. In awe I keep my gaze locked on his every movement and once he gets down on his knees he leans in front of me. His threatening but gorgeous sky blue eyes stare so deeply into mine that I'm no longer able to breathe and before I know it his warm hands are cupping against my knees.

"Stop apologizing to me," He nearly pleads, staring at me so emotionally. "I can't stand this robotic emotionless non caring person that you've become. I will man up right now and tell you that I am so sorry, Sasha, so fucking sorry. I'm sorry for turning on you at the cabin after you poured your heart out to me and shared your story with me near the fireplace. I hurt you and that's understandable, okay, I get that. I understand why you flipped the switch to your emotions but I can't take it anymore. This isn't what I wanted. I thought it was. . . But it's not. I miss the old you, the one who gave me shit and the one who was onky inches away from punching me in my face. I can't stand this new you. I'm manning up to you and I'm asking you, Sasha, can you just go back to the way you were before? Not for me, but for yourself?"

Without any hesitation, I open my mouth and unthinkingly words come out all on their own, and it's completely involunteery. "I can't," I honestly state.

He draws his head back and his new expression that has overtaken his flawless facial features stuns me, because its clear he is devastated with how I have responded to him. Jaxon's gaze falls helplessly to the floor as he continues to stay in this position, kneeling on the carpet in front of me. Watching him in suspence and trying to figure out what's going to happen next, he unexpectedly glances up at my blank stare before taking my face between his strong hands. A loud and anxious gasp escapes from my lips and I hold my breath in alert, entirely clueless with what he plans on doing next until his drop dead handsome face becomes as serious as ever.

"I will get the old Sasha back," He tells me with confidence. "And that is a promise."

"She's not coming back, Mr. Edwards."

Then he firmly urges, "We shall see about that, Ms. Pierce."

The moment he releases me and pushes himself back to his feet I find myself trying my best to even out my out of control breathing. Everything that was just said in this intense conversation has completely shocked me and I truly can't believe what has just happened. Jaxon wants to get the old me back? I'm afraid that will never happen. He broke me to the point of no tomorrow and he's going to have to live with that.

Only a few seconds later he is once again sitting in his chair and carefully observing me. I take a long sip of my red wine and time barely passes by before I can't stand the silence anymore so I decide to speak up.

"Can I go to the ladie's room?" I carefully break the peaceful silence between us and within a blink of an eye he has pushed out his chair and is on his feet.

"Yes, of course. I'll walk you there," He tries to tell me until he notices my frown.

"Alone, would be nice for a change. I'm not going to leave you, Jaxon." I make sure to sound as serious as I can because that is the honest to God truth here. "I just want a little space and room to breathe. I'll be back in less than a few minutes, don't worry."

He seems to take a couple long and puzzled deep breaths before he takes me by surprise and makes his way over to where I'm sitting. He pulls out my chair and I get the hint as I stand up where Jaxon is only inches away from me. Jaxon's face is so close to mine that I'm able to feel his hot breath blowing lightly against my parted lips, but he makes no rash movements besides locking our eyes in a powerful and piercing stare.

His hands firmly takes hold of my waist and in one swift motion he yanks me against him, causing a small gasp to come from me without my permission. "And just to make this perfectly clear to you," Jaxon seductively breathes out while gazing longingly into my eyes. "I wouldn't allow you to leave. You are all mine, Sasha Pierce, for three months. Don't you forget that."

And he lets me go, not taking his attention away from me as I walk across the room and slide open the heavy doors. As soon as I step out of the private room Jaxon has set up for the two of us, a lot of noice makes it's way through my ears while I walk past all of the tables and people. There's so many men and women that look highly wealthy and proper, and this clearly is an expensive resteraunt just from the way everything is designed so beautifully and elegant.

Eventually I make my way to the back hall which is pretty far away from the dining hall everyone is eating and gathered together in, and the fashionable lights are very dim hanging on the decorated and fancy walls. After I see the ladie's sign on the door and I make my way inside, I make my way to the sink and lightly place my wallet purse on the counter of the sink. My reflection in the mirror is so flawless and my image has never looked so graceful and formal before, and a part of me feels rich because of how well Jaxon is treating me all so suddenly.

I have tons of unique clothes and millions of shoes and heels, and I've never felt so sophisticated in my whole life. My fingers run gently through my hair as I fix some of the curls that have somewhat come undone, and I pull out my lipstick from my purse to apply it to my lips since the color has slight faded away. Unfortunately the scene that has just unfolded between Jaxon and I coms flooding through my mind at full speed and it literally knocks the wind out of me.

Everything that has happened in that room is so shocking to me. Every single word that had come out of his mouth sounded nothing but truthful and that realization shocks me because there's been such a drastic and unexpected change in him that I still don't fully understand. He misses the old me? The old Sasha? He's going to do whatever it takes to bring the old me back? Confusion rushes through my head, because the reality is the fact that as soon as I have stopped caring, Jaxon suddenly has started once again.

He felt bad enough that he allowed me to have five minutes of his time to ask him whatever questions that I could possibly think of, and with each answer came with complete honesty. He told me how he got into the BDSM lifestyle and how he became a Dominant, but what really caught me off guard was when he told me about that Sub he whipped so badly that her skin turned to welts. The picture of it in my head makes me cringe and I can't help but close my eyes in response, remembering how he had punished me by hitting me with the belt. This is the moment I truly grasp the fact that this mysterious and powerful man is a Sadist.

What can I possibly do now after all of that has just taken place? I try to think of a logical thing to do to help myself stay in a calm state of mind and suddenly, it comes to me. I'll forget it ever happened and I won't look into any of it any further. Staring at myself in courage and confidence in the mirror is the moment I force myself to let everything go, and to move on. There's no more secrets that he could possibly have and a lot of what he said has made perfect sense, so why on earth should I allow for this to mess with my head?

I take my purse and hold it tightly between my fingers, pressing is against my hip as I lave the bathroom in a new state of mind. I'm relaxed and still entirely care free, ready to face Mr. Edwards once again until out of nowhere, I feel something take hold of my free wrist. A loud yelp sounds in response to this unexpected thing that has happened, and within a second I am pushed up against the wall. Thinking that it is Jaxon just throws me into overload and confusion because the second I stare up at this stranger is when I come to realize that it is not my Dominant.

This is a different man standing only feet away from me. His hair is messy and a dark shade of brown and his face is very slightly shadowed by the dim light in this back hallway, but I can easily tell that this guy is very good looking. He obviously doesn't even come close to how handsome and flawless Jaxon is, but he is very attractive in his own way. This man is in a suit and tie just like almost every other man here is as well, and finally I snap back into reality when pure fear hits me.

"Well," His voice comes out in a deep breath. "Hello there, Miss. Let me just put this out there, that you are one fine and breathaking young lady. Such a gorgeous woman."

"Thanks." I force my back closer to the wall and I anxiously shake my head. "And who are you?"

A dazzling smile with pearly white tear appears on this mystery guest's face before a soft chuckle comes from him when I least expect it. "It doesn't matter who I am, doll." Instantly the sound of his voice strikes me with confusion, for the fact that he no longer sounds friendly. "What does matter, Miss, is how drop dead sexy you are. Oh, those long legs." He drops his gaze down my body and stares at me as if I'm a piece of meat and it really makes me feel uneasy inside and highly uncomfortable.

"I'm leaving. . ."

I sternly tell him, walking past him and letting out a relaxed and relieved breath until I grabbed from behind. Before I can even make sense of it I am throw up against the wall once again and this time this frightning man's body is pressing firmly into mine. I push my hands on his chest and try to get him away from me but he's much too strong for my strength. Before I can make a sound, his palm is roughly cupping over my mouth to block out any sound that I try to make.

"You won't leave unless I allow you to leave, sweetheart." This threat makes it's way trhough my brain and once I process it, I know that something isn't right. The way he's speaking sounds like he's Jaxon from the sound of it, but all I want right now is for him to rescue me and it's such a terrible and helpless feeling. "How long have you been with your man for, hm? Now tell me, doll face, does he happen to treat you well? Does he take good care of you and make you feel special? Does he make you scream?"

I turn my head in a swift motion so that his hand falls. "Get your hands off of me!" I exclaim to him before pounding my fists on his chest, until he tightly grabs my arms and pins me against the wall.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you."

"Get off of me! LET GO OF ME!" I begin to say, and he backs away listening to my order.

Until I take in my surroundings and I instantly realize that he didn't willingly release me. There stands Jaxon, looking like my own personal hero, coming to his Submissive's rescue. And before I know it he grabs his mystery guy by his suit jacket and he throws him up against the other wall with a massive amount of strength. Fear courses through my body as I quickly back away from the both of them, actually feeling terrified at what's happening before my very eyes.

"Get the fuck away from her!" Jaxon's voice comes out loud and threatening, sounding more powerful and intimidating than I've ever heard him before ever since I've met him which throws me into a state of pure shock.

"Look who it is!" The mystery man lets out in a deep chuckle, as Jaxon pulls him away from the wall before roughly slamming his back and the back of his head up against it once again. The impact is hard enough that it makes a sound through all of the background noice so I can only imagine how much pressure was put into it. "Damn!"

"Back off, you piece of shit! Fucking scumbag! Don't you EVER lay a hand or even a finger on MY woman again. As far as I'm concerned, don't even look in her direction. Don't speak to her. Don't think about her. Don't test me. Or so help me God. . . I will put you in a hospital and having you eating and drinking through a straw in the side of your esophagus. Do I make myself CLEAR?" He shouts in this guy's face, actually scaring me from how upset and outraged he is.

And I hope that this won't draw in people's attention to cause a huge scene because that could cause so many problems for him and his companies around the country. He's a wealthy and well known CEO, and of course this would end up in probably every newspaper across America. Hoping that I could bring him back to reality I immediately try to calm him down.

"Jaxon, please." I gasp to him, but he acts as if I don't even exist.

"Woah, woah. Calm down, buddy. Fuck! I had no recognition that she was your woman, now did I? I highly recommend that you take some anger management classes. It could really help the posession you have over females. I suggest you think about this little confrontation long and hard. Think about what you're doing, huh?" The man races out his words and only seconds later Jaxon releases his hands from his jacket before he steps away. "But that's one beeautiful lady you got there, though, if I must say so myself."

"Don't you ever touch her again or you will deeply regret it."He carefuly collects himself although he still happens to be shaking with anger. "Now get OUT of my face right this instant before I call the authorities and have you arrested then sued for everything you own."

And with that being said, Mr. Edwards turns around and finally his gaze sets right on me and he takes in my unharmed image. Before I can even make sense of it he's rushing over to me with so much speed and the second he stands inches away is when I truly realize how protective he is over me. Taking my face between his firm hands and staring passionately into my eyes, his new expression consists of nothing but concern and something that seems to be guilt deep down which somewhat catches me off guard.

"Are you alright?" He cautiously demands, although his tone is gentle and soothing.

I slowly nod in return and finally I'm able to let out the breath I've been holding in ever since the second I walked out of the bathroom. "Yes, I'm fine. . ."

"Thank God," He lets out in a cautious whisper.

Not even a blink later, the mystery man is daring to speak. "Looks like this is my cue. I'll be going now. I'll be back at home with my love in nothing but happiness, while you're with this whore."

Without hesitating and before I can try desperately to hold Jaxon back, he has entirely turned around on his heels and races at this heartless and clueless stranger in a burst of nothing but pure rage. Unexpectedly he winds back his strong muscular arm and tightens his fist before flying it forward and punching this man right in the face. A loud crunching sound comes from his fist hitting the bone in his nose and this is the moment I slip into a state of shock because this has really just happened. Covering my mouth with my shaking hands and staring at the both of them in complete horror, the man slumps to the floor in one swift movement, dropping onto it hard.

My jaw falls and my mouth hangs wide open while my heart pounds like crazy in my chest and once Mr. Edwards faces me once more he's able to tell from the look on my face how stunned I am about the scene that has just unfolded before my very eyes. I can hear the guy groaning and grunting in agony as he still lays almost motionless on the ground, clearly unable to get back to his feet because of the pain that has overcome him. The moment I notice he's holding his face and see the blood oozing from his fingers is when I really start to feel uneasy from all of this.

Jaxon's warm hands cup against my neck and he leans down so his face is only mere inches away from mine, blocking my view to this man, and he pushes up my chin with his thumbs which forces my jaw shut. Nothing but sadness is seen from his widened and nervous eyes. "I'm. . . I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that this bastard put his hands on you. I'm so sorry, Sasha." Jaxon gazes into my innocent and fearful pupils seeming to be as worried as ever before. "Let's get out of here before this causes a huge scene in front of all of these people. I'm surprise it hasn't by now. Jesus Christ, come with me. Take my hand."

I take his warm and strong hand in silence but as soon as we start to walk away is when the mystery man that still reamins on the ground breaks this silence. What he says next leaves my stomach filled with knots.

"Nice seeing you again, Jaxon. It's always a pleasure to run into you."

"I don't know who you think you are, but I don't know you. You're clearly delusional from the extreme impact of my fist against your face." He sharply responds with the emotions of extreme hate and disgust that have taken over his deep voice.

"Whatever you say," The mystery man says in a painful groan, his eyes locking right on my face and a sharp breath manages to make it's way out of me from the suspense of it.

Mr. Edwards wraps his arm around my waist and tightly holds my body against the side of his, holding onto me with so much strength that it's almost causing me discomfort. We leave the hallway immediately without looking back and then we walk through all of the people who are still happily and peacefully eating and talking with one another.

The entire time I can't help but wonder what on earth has just happened back there because it was all so strange and out of nowhere, but the thing that's number one through my mind is the fact that the mysery man said something that really caught my attention. He used the term again, almost as if they had met more than just this one time, but the way Jaxon answered him seemed very realistic so I don't know what to make of it.

"Listen. . . I should have walked you to the ladie's room. I deeply apologize with everything in me. I can't believe I allowed this to happen to you. I won't ever let another man touch you or even come anywhere close to you again. You're mine and I'm supposed to protect you and I was almost too late. Damnit, Sasha. I can't believe you just had to go through that. Can you forgive me for this? And I expect your full honesty and I will take it as best as I can."

"It wasn't your fault," I easily say to him as we finally make our way back to the private room, and he doesn't let me go until we're standing inches away from the table.

He pulls his wallet out of the pocket of his dress pants and inside is so much money stacked together that it makes my head spin, and I don't bother to count it as he places probably an insaine amount down on the table. From the guilt that's spread across his face and the way he is acting, I decide to break the tention filled the room and the silence.

"You did protect me, Jaxon. You showed up when I needed you. I'm alright because of you."

His gaurded but yet sincere blue eyes gaze compassionately into mine. "Oh, sasha. I will never let anything like that happen to you again. Not on my watch," He cautiously breathes, our eyes locked in an intense staredown before he wraps his arm lightly around my shoulders. "We need to go. I'm getting you the hell away from here and we're never coming back."

And just like that, we leave the private reservation room together looking as if we're truly a real couple. Although Jaxon has just saved me the way he did and after everything he has said to me, you would think that I would be feeling differently about the situation we're in. . . But I'm not.

I refuse to let my guard down and I will never dare to get my emotions back, because in the end it can ruin everything and I don't think I could handle the heartbreak. He has made it clear that he wants to get the old me back and in that room he gave it his all and admitted to me that he misses the way I was before, and that must have taken a lot of courage for him of all people to admit something like that. But there's one simple fact here. . .

This is the new Sasha, and the old Sasha is gone.





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