Not Broken
AN: THANK YOU TO ALEXLUKE for your continued feedback and support! You are AWESOME!
AN2: This is the sequel to "Submit." Though it's not necessary to read it first, as this is a stand alone story, there is some added detail in Submit to clarify any misunderstandings. Also, it's a HAWT read. (shameless plug)
AN 3: As labeled, this is an ADULTS ONLY fic. There are sexual themes, adult situations, crude language, and in this instance, also the mention of car accident and subsequent physical handicap, which may be a trigger for some. (having suffered a car accident myself this past March, I found it difficult to meet this particular request by my fans but its therapeutic to help me overcome my own traumas.)
I hope I can keep the sexual tension and electricity going with this installment of Leo's latest conquest…
LAST CHANCE... if you're offended.. then DONT READ!
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Objective: Acceptance
Adjusting her pale pink satin top with matching shorts, she waited with bated breath, observing her meager apartment. The furniture was sparse, consisting of a small love seat with a single coffee table, a computer desk, and a two seater kitchen table, where she currently sat, bathed in the soft amber glow of a lamp. It was the only source of light by request of her expected company.
Sitting in the semi dark, she wondered if this arrangement was such a good idea.
Yes, she was fairly new to New York, only being in residence for eight months. Perhaps her loneliness had gotten the better of her, hence why she called the number for some male company tonight?
Not only male, but a mutant.
Oh, if only her mother could see her now! She'd faint from the sheer horror and disgust of what her only daughter was contemplating tonight.
But her mother was a woman. She understood urges. Desires. The taboo of certain things. Why, one evening when she and her mother drank a little too much wine, her mother confessed to enjoying voyeurism and indulging in the occasional threesome.
Though when such a thing was mentioned when sober, her mother adamantly denied it, but the flush along her cheeks told the truth.
Was this really so different?
Sure, there were other escort services available. Strapping young men using their bodies to pay their way through college, or simply enjoying the notch on their headboards. But those type of males tend to be arrogant and overly eager.
But a mutant?
There was something extra naughty being bedded by a mysterious mutant. It upped the thrill and made her pulse quicken just by thinking of such debauched and salacious things.
Her mother most definitely would not approve!
Then again, her mother was a woman who understood passion and desire. She had such feelings as well. Not to mention, she also had a husband to live out those fantasies as often as she felt them.
It was different when one was single and not very social. Navigating the fast and furious pace of New York was difficult enough when one had the ability, but when one was limited, seeking a potential suitor was next to impossible.
Not that this night was an interview for a potential boyfriend. She wasn't looking for love or a future husband. No, this was merely an evening to have some company. Male company. The kind that leaves you breathless and tingling all over.
It had been ages since she felt such things.
Hopefully, she wouldn't be disappointed.
Even worse, she hoped he wouldn't be disappointed.
She never considered herself the most beautiful woman, self judging as average. Shoulder length brown hair, dark green eyes, and hips a little fuller than what she'd like, and though she had a normally positive attitude, she became self conscious around others.
Fidgeting, she checked the clock.
10:30pm- on the dot!
Glancing to the door, she expected to hear his knock to begin their arrangement.
But no such noise was forthcoming. A full minute ticked by.
Sighing in disappointment, shoulders drooping, she stared morosely across the apartment….and her heart stopped.
There he stood, cloaked in shadow. She knew it was him. There was no mistaking the large shell upon his back.
How did he get in? More importantly, how long had he been there?
"Leo?" she asked, wondering what she would do if this was either a figment of her imagination or a tragedy about to unfold.
He came forward, allowing the distant street light filtering through the open curtains to bathe him in luminance. His voice was low, but it carried the distance and sent a shiver along her spine.
"You agree to my terms?"
"I…. I'm.." she stammered, swallowing the lump in her throat as he approached, larger than life and filling up her small apartment with the sheer magnitude of his presence.
"You are having second thoughts?" Leo asked, stopping a few feet away to stare at her with sharp, predatory eyes.
She swallowed again, gazing up into his face towering so far above. He was bigger than she imagined! She found her voice to mutter a reply.
"No! But…"
He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing as he surveyed her sitting at the table, hands twisting knots, pink satin clad breasts heaving with her rapid breath.
"You have my word I will not harm you," he said after a moment. "I will honor your wishes, even if you wish me to leave."
"Don't go!"
She hated how desperate she sounded, but now was not the time to worry about what he'd think. She was paying him for crying out loud! Doubtful he cared if she only wanted to be tented out and fucked until unconscious.
"It's just… well, when I spoke with your secretary, did she… did she tell you…"
"The arrangement is quite simple," Leo said, cutting across. He leaned on the table, the lamp highlighting every nuance of his masculine frame. "Submit to me or not?"
Staring open mouthed, she took in everything about him.
The black clad form, chiseled from the night. Columns of black marble legs, muscular arms embraced by black gauntlets, a broad, sculpted chest and ridges that formed abs. A tapered waist perfectly shaped to be gripped by legs. Black mask showcasing his most alluring feature.
His eyes.
So penetrating. Intense. Dangerous. Frosted the shade of winter's touch and yet, promising things so hot and sensual she may melt under his gaze.
She inhaled the rich, Earthly scent that grew stronger, filling her senses. It reminded her of summers spent at her family's cabin in the Adirondacks. Hot summer days and cool nights.
He remained motionless, staring at her, awaiting an answer. The answer to end this encounter or lead to a night of unadulterated passion.
Summoning up her nerve, she asked in return, "Were you made aware of my situation?"
She glanced down, then back up again.
Leo offered a single nod.
"I am, which is why I agreed to this appointment. Your physical limitations are merely a new challenge. One I wish to overcome, however long it takes."
He lowered his voice and head, hovering so close his breath caressed her cheek.
"Submit to me."
Bottom lip quivering, along with her belly, she gave a nod.
"O…kay."
His smile was deadly sexy.
"What is your safe word?" he asked in that rich, bass tone that made her belly do summersaults.
"Red."
She blushed, realizing it was a simple and probably overused safe word, but to her, the color signified danger. Course, with this black clad, green skinned, shell backed, blue eyed behemoth before her, she may have chosen better.
Leo's hand reached out, tracing her brow line and tucking loose hair behind her ear.
"Red it is."
Blushing furiously, she asked, "So, what now? I've never… done this… before."
Leo paused.
"You're a virgin?"
"No. I meant this kind of situation. I… I don't know what to do."
Leo's smirk was wicked.
"You surrender to me. The only thing I require is your consent." His eyes glittered with underlying mischief. "And if you behave well, I will reward you accordingly."
"Okay," she whispered, trembling with arousal and a hint of fear.
"Before we begin," Leo said, rising up to his full height and regarding her carefully. "I need to know your limitations."
She took a deep breath, prepared to deliver the news and with it, gain his inevitable pity. Or simply feel disgusted and their arrangement would be over and she'd be left alone, empty and unfulfilled.
"The car accident three years ago left me partially paralyzed,' she began. "I have 80% sensation in my lower half, but lack the ability to voluntarily move my legs, hence, my chair."
She tapped the handles of her wheelchair.
"I can't walk or stand, so I'm afraid I can only participate in plain, ordinary, vanilla style missionary. Other positions are physically impossible and though I want to comply, I am simply unable."
There! She said it all. Out loud. And without crying.
A personal milestone.
And it only took three long, miserable, pain filled years to accomplish.
She watched his face for the inevitable signs of pity, but he displayed no such thing upon learning her limitations. If anything, he appeared to be totally unmoved by her story.
How strange.
Maybe he didn't understand exactly what she was saying? But before she could elaborate, he broke his stony silence.
"You believe you are… broken?"
What a weird thing to say, especially give the circumstances. She paid for a night of passion, not a therapy session! She already had a therapist! Two of them. She didn't need an amateur mutated one!
Before she could retaliate, he rounded the table and knelt by her chair, his head even with hers. He cupped her cheek in a surprisingly gentle way.
"Oh my pet, you are far from being broken," he breathed huskily. "You merely require a master to guide you into understanding what you are truly capable of, regardless of your limitations."
Her nipples peaked at the thought. She nuzzled his hand, totally entranced by his commanding voice and honest lust. There was no hint of sympathy or doubt in his eye about bedding her.
This was not a pity fuck.
It wasn't a shameful act to finish quickly and exit, where he could hide in shadow and loathe himself for bedding a handicapped woman.
No. None of that was present in his gaze or his touch.
He was there to fulfill the arrangement.
To fulfill her desires. And he was not appalled by the idea of sharing a bed with someone who was incapable of performing acrobatic, tantric sex.
"Do you give consent?" he asked, thumb tracing her jaw, sending heat blooming toward her lower regions. "Do you submit yourself to me?"
Putting away all inhibitions and giving in to her womanly desires, she turned, offering a playful lick to his palm.
"Yes…master."
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