All Chapters of Playing with the Enemy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Adrian was looking at every bruise, every cut, as if measuring it, hand beside my face, like some mime-physician.Reece entered. He cleared his throat. Violently.Adrian jumped and turned to him.“Do you have some ice?” our young client asked hurriedly, “And any balm?” he asked my secretary like they had been acquainted for years.Reece blinked. “Ah –”“I can help you,” the man who had entered with Adrian said in a very surprisingly sonorous voice.I turned to the machine man again. Eyes only.His gaze was on Reece and I could tell that I had competition now. I smiled.“What’s funny?” Adrian asked, a rough undertone to his voice as I watched his man and mine. I turned to him, the smile still fixed.“Nothing,” I said hoarsely. I didn’t know where that sound came from, but I was suddenly very, very tired. “Nothing at all,” I whispered.A look crossed Adrian’s face as I sat back, watching him without restraint.

I didn’t turn, didn’t move. My vision blurred, and Martin was in front of me. “Was that who I think it was?” he whispered, lowering his head toward mine.I grabbed his arm. I couldn’t speak. My head was heavy, and my legs were like lead.He helped me sit. “Listen, Jade. I’m gonna get you some water. You sit here and drink it. Don’t move. Okay?”I didn’t move. Didn’t respond.He got me the cool drink, and I sipped it, forcing it down my locked throat.How can so many people know me better than I know myself, I complained in my heart. I hate this. All of this. I’m supposed to be fine. I was fine. I can’t stand this! I screamed in my mind.But I was breaking. Deep inside. And Leon had started it all – again.==========I stayed with Martin over the weekend. I told myself it was for him. But it wasn’t.I told myself it was so I could keep an eye on him. I didn’t check in on him once. I lay in bed most of th

“How?” I murmured, sighing, lowering my gaze to his cock, which was at full attention. From zero to a hundred by a single word.My face got hot.And that’s when my training began.For three weeks, he molded me, transformed me.I went from bursting grapes within seconds to holding them inside me for a full minute. He used beads and plugs to get me opened up, he used his voice and his hands, to keep me focused on remaining spread out.I cried, but never in front of him. Alone, when he wasn’t around. When the others weren’t in the apartment. I wanted to please him, to get it right, but I kept squeezing back, kept failing, and he kept being harsh with me, getting upset at me.Leaving me for days when I came too soon or burst the fruit before the alarm went off.But I got better. I did better. I found a place in my mind, a blank space, where I could hold it. Hold everything. I could get lost there, disconnecting my mind from my body.For him, I pushed myself. I changed, and he loved me for

I begged him. I pleaded with my eyes. He held me with his. Whether it was sweat or tears, I don’t know what clouded my vision as he made his announcement. “It’s been fifteen minutes, ladies and gentlemen. Place your bets now,” he rumbled, like a master of ceremonies at a grand event.Which, to some extent, he was.My body trembled at the sound of his voice, I gasped, I jerked. His gaze was doing things to me that none of the fingers or tongues on my body had achieved.My eyes moved away from him, without permission, and I froze. There were five table poles in the room. Four were occupied.Men and women in ball gowns and tuxedoes were going at three other tied, spread bodies, all male, like me.I recognized one of them; he was one of Leon’s roommates. He held my gaze as he breathed through his mouth.The person on his left breast gave way to a new participant, and his swollen nipple glinted. I stared. He had a piercing. I never knew that,

“He was scared,” Barry replied non-committally.“Yes,” I rumbled. “So what do you think would happen if he lost that fear?” I asked quietly, lifting my eyes back to my man.He straightened in his chair. “Hmmmm,” he rumbled.“Exactly,” I replied, my eyes drifting to the side. “Hmmmm, is exactly right,” I murmured.I saw Jayden’s eyes before me. I heard his laugh. I saw him watching me when he thought I wasn’t looking.Jay…don’t do anything stupid… I told his eyes in my mind.==========Jayden’s POV.I went to the club. One where I could drink and get laid if I wanted. I didn’t like drinking, but today, I needed to.After making it through a lunch at which I could taste absolutely nothing, I bid my young client and his savior a good afternoon and left them to figure out how and when to get my car back to me.I returned to the office to close out properly and headed to my second favorite club in the city.