Broken Ch. 06

The elevator took Alex straight up from the garage to the penthouse at an alarming speed. There were no stops, no interruptions, and the view was spectacular. Alder's building overlooked Central Park in New York City, and at the moment it was the golden hour in late autumn. The trees made a gradient of green to brown with reds, yellows, and oranges in between. He stared at them wide-eyed and watched the earth shrink beneath him. This was what Alder saw every day.

Alex was forced to tear his eyes away from the beautiful scenery as the elevator door opened behind him into the penthouse. The inside view was as grand as the one outside, though in a different way. The architectural style was modern and clean, with stark whites intermingled with dark grays and midnight blues. At once he was ushered into a huge, open living room with chic, rounded furniture, cold, yet comfortable. The millions of dollars worth of artwork all around him were created after nineteen eighty. Alder had set that as a lower limit. He liked cohesion in his houses. Whether they were classic or modern, everything had to fit, and they fit well. The place was beautiful and elegant and cool. It was definitely the outlier among Alder's homes, but Alex liked it the best for its differences. Yet, he strolled into the middle of the living room, ignoring the world around him in favor of a third view.

There were no outer walls in the apartment. Everything was encased in humongous windows with a break every once in a while for the frames. The view of southern Manhattan was as amazing as the one of the park. Alex thought he might even like it more for its chaos and complexity. It made him feel like God looking out over the little people scurrying around in the dirt.

"Alex!" called the cheerful voice of William Alder. Alex spun around to see his host entering from what he knew was the kitchen. He had a broad smile on his face and seemed very much at ease. It was made more apparent by his casual clothes: jeans and a navy sweater. Alex had never seen him wearing anything but a suit. Alder strode up to him and shook his hand with a firm grip. "How've you been?"

"Good," said Alex. "Jesus, I've never seen you in anything but a three-piece."

"I'm in weekend mode," said Alder with a grin. He released Alex's hand and gestured to a steel-grey ottoman that was shaped almost like an egg. "Here, sit down. What can I get you to drink?"

"Whiskey," said Alex. It had always been his favorite.

"Perfect. I just got a new japanese bottle. You're going to love it." Alder went to a liquor service disguised as a sleek black block and revealed a row of expensive bottles. He chose the one with kanji written on it and poured out two glasses of dark whiskey.

"How have you been?" asked Alex. "I didn't get to see you when I was up in Boston last."

Alder gave him his glass and sat in a sofa opposite, crossing his ankle over his knee. His legs were so long they jutted out almost hitting the coffee table. He still had an easy smile on his face. "I've been alright," he said. "Not too busy, thankfully. My mother actually passed in May, so I've been in a bit of a funk until recently."

Alex's face fell. He had not expected Alder to even have a mother, let alone one who had passed away. "I'm sorry for your loss," he said, trying hard to hide the shock from his voice.

Alder waved away his sympathy. "She was eighty-eight and had alzheimer's. I'm glad she went peacefully. What about you? Any new developments? We miss you in New Hampshire, but I've heard you made a killing at Goldman this year."

Alex took a moment to gather his thoughts with a sip of whiskey and was momentarily distracted by the taste. "This is amazing," he observed.

Alder's smile stretched. "I knew you'd like it. I don't usually go for whiskey, but I had it in Kyoto two summers ago on a business trip. Never forgot the name."

"It's one of the best I've ever had," said Alex with a smile before returning to the questions. "Things are good at work, but I'm not too focused on that right now. I might be getting married soon."

He took such pleasure in the way Alder's face fell. "What?"

Alex started to chuckled and hid his smile behind another sip of whiskey. He withdrew his phone and pulled out a picture of his girlfriend, Charlotte. "She's into the whole rape fantasy, and she's a singer. Young artist at the Met." She also happened to look a hell of a lot like Genevieve, though she was older and not quite so beautiful.

Alder took the phone and looked at her, his expression forming an inquisitive frown. "She's pretty," he said after examining the photo for a while. When he handed back the phone, he had resumed his smile. "If it every actually happens I'll pay for the wedding myself. I assume you still want to see Genevieve."

"Yes," said Alex without a moment's hesitation. "If you really don't mind sharing her."

Alder looked as if he'd won a victory in some unspoken contest between them. "Not at all. You made her."

That was significant, especially considering how long Alder had kept the girl. Alex knew what his old boss was usually like. He bought girls and kept them for half a year maybe before selling them off cheap, sometimes even giving them away as gifts. Genevieve was different. They were coming up on almost four years together.

"I've been wondering how she's managed to capture your attention this whole time," said Alex. "I mean, I liked her, but I never expected you to go domestic for her."

Alder cocked his brow, trying to decipher a slight in Alex's words. "What can I say? I'm attached. Even more so now."

Alex didn't understand what he meant by that but let it slide. "How is she doing?"

"She's great," said Alder. "You read about her parents right?"

He nodded. It had been difficult to read, but he remembered the article Alder had forwarded to him. Her father had suffered a heart attack a year and a half ago. That alone wouldn't have killed him, but he had been going down some stairs at the time and broke his neck from the fall. Two months later, her mother had committed suicide by overdose in response to overwhelming grief.

"Ever since then, she and I have reached an understanding," said Alder. He rose from his seat. "Come on, I'll show you."

Alex got up and followed him into the depths of the apartment, bringing his whiskey along. He took another sip, savoring the jolt to his brain. The inner halls were dimmer than the living room but in keeping with the aesthetic of the rest of the apartment. They wound around two corners until they were again on the northern side of the building. Alder opened a door and revealed the blinding sun beyond.

The bedroom was expansive and comfortable. In one corner stood a queen-sized bed with lavender sheets and a white duvet. On the other side was a sitting area with two purple loveseats facing the window-walls and a little coffee table between them. Seated with her back to the door on one of the sofas was a girl with long, dark hair. Genevieve.

"Just give me one minute, Will," she said, still turned away from them. "I'm finishing up this chapter."

Alex was taken aback for a moment. "She doesn't call you 'master'?" he asked quietly.

Genevieve stiffened in her seat. Her head twisted around, and when she saw him her eyes grew wide with fear. She sucked in a startled breath and shot to her feet. Her body was bare as usual, and still perfect. There was a book in her hand. It was thick and had a silver cover with gold lettering. He recognized it as the new Game of Thrones book that had just come out. Around her neck hung a thin necklace with a dangling sapphire pendant in place of a collar, which shocked him more than anything else.

"I'm sorry, master," she said. "I didn't know we had a visitor."

Alder strode over to her, wearing a shit-eating grin, and wrapped his arms around her. Then her arms wrapped around him as well, hugging him. As he bent his head, she leaned hers back to accept the kiss he placed gently on her lips. Alex could hear her sigh as they made contact.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," said Alder when they separated. "Alex is an exception." He held her chin between thumb and forefinger. "I think we've established my position over the past few years, haven't we?"

She nodded silently. Alex couldn't help but notice she had somehow become even more beautiful. Her face was fuller with a healthy amount of added weight, but her body was still slim and trim. Her skin was lightly tanned as if she had spent some time in the sun recently, and her hair had a dark luster to it, held in a long, loose braid. The only marr he could see were the dark bruises of cuff marks on her wrists and ankles, probably from when Alder tied her up or suspended her.

There was something about her expression that had changed as well. Four years ago when they had first met back in the compound in New Hampshire, there had been a sort of deadness to her eyes. They had been dul, almost bored, but no more. Now, they shone with confusion and fear, but they were alive and bright. They were stunning. The best view he had seen all day.

"He's here to visit," said Alder. "Take care of him and send him back to me."

Her eyes flicked over to Alex before returning to Alder. She nodded again. "Of course, master."

Alder gave her a genuine smile and tapped her affectionately on the nose with a finger. "Good girl." He released her and walked past Alex, patting him on the shoulder as he left. "Take all the time you want."

"Thanks, Will," said Alex just before the door shut. His eyes never left Genevieve. Hers were trained on the floor, carrying a sad expression. He decided to keep his distance and crossed the room. With one last swallow of whiskey, he set his glass aside on the chest of drawers and turned to her. "We didn't part on the best terms."

"No, sir," she said. "I apologize for that."

Alex pressed his lips together to keep from reacting to his title. Since the day they had met, he had always been 'master'. Besides that one day when she had called him by his name.

As he approached, he noticed her body grow stiff once again. She was holding herself in place despite how scared she was.

"You look beautiful, as always," he said, trying to sound casual. He let his eyes roam over her body, remembering it intimately. He liked the look of more weight on her. She no longer seemed so skeletal and pathetic and her breasts were bigger.

"Thank you, sir."

Again, the title made him frown, though he wasn't sure why. He didn't even think 'master' would sound better to him. "You don't have to address me every time. We both know what I am."

Now, for the first time since he had entered the room, she looked up at him, her eyes dancing with light. She looked positively demure. "Okay," she whispered.

Alex came even closer, finally picking up her scent. She smelled like rose water and honey. It was intoxicating standing near her. "How are you, Genevieve?"

"I've been alright," she said. Her inflection somehow matched Alder's, though her tone was far less confident and relaxed. It seemed she had adopted some of her master's idiosyncrasies.

"Good," said Alex. He reached out slowly, giving her time to prepare for his touch. She didn't flinch away and her face was as still as a statue as he brushed the sapphire pendant with a finger. His knuckles felt her smooth skin as her lifted it up for closer inspection. "When did he get rid of the collar?"

Her eyes were locked on his hand, watching him play with the pendant. "About a year ago," she said. "For our third anniversary."

Anniversaries. As if they were married. It all seemed so against Alder's personality. "I guess he really likes you," said Alex.

She looked up at him with a melancholy smile. It made her face radiant. "He loves me. He's been saying it for almost a year now."

"And you don't believe him?" asked Alex.

"No, I believe him completely." said Genevieve. "He loves me."

As much as someone like Alder could love someone. It must have been difficult to be the object of affection of a man who kept her as a sex slave. She seemed to have come to terms with it.

Alex sighed and let the pendant drop. "I don't think it's just him. It's been three years and sometimes I still think about you. Why is that?"

Genevieve's smile was no longer so sad. There was a hint of madness in it now. "I wish I knew," she said. Then her eyes fell back to the floor. "What would you like to do?"

Had Alder really done it? Had he really managed to break her over the years to the point where she was finally at peace in her servitude? He pushed away those thoughts because they would make what he was about to do even harder.

"I want to fuck you," he said. He really did. Seeing her there already had his cock semi-erect. "Help me undress."

She did as he said, unzipping his pants, untucking his shirt, and lifting it up over his head along with his sweater. Her hands were so warm and gentle as she worked, sending sparks through him with each glancing touch. He was now hard and ready for satisfaction after four years of hunger.

He removed his shoes, socks, and pants himself, hurling them across the room in an excited way. He left his boxers on, however, and let her take his cock out. She gripped it in an expert hand, ready to begin.

"Stop," he ordered.

She let him go at once and looked up at him. "Do you want me to blow you?"

"No." He paused, thinking hard about what he really wanted. "I want you to do what you would do to me if you really loved me."

Genevieve looked like a deer in the headlights. Her eyes were wide as saucers and her mouth had fallen open. Her lips were so perfectly pink and they looked soft. The expression they formed was not so comforting.

"If you don't think you can do it, you can tell me," he said.

She didn't answer and instead attacked him with a kiss. Alex tried to retreat from her for a second before realizing what was happening, and then he sank into her, losing himself in the softness of her lips that lived up to every expectation.

Her hands came up to hold his face. Her lips were everywhere. She started with his mouth, slipping her tongue between his teeth to taste him for a second. Then she moved on to his cheek, then the line of his jaw, then along the veins and arteries of his neck. She nipped at his skin and let out soft sighs as she traversed his body. Then she went lower and kissed his chest all over. Her hands ran down his side spreading fire through him.

Alex was so shocked by the fury of her attack that he could only stand and let it happen, eyes bulging, breathing out of control. His arms wrapped around her narrow waist, hands sweeping over the smooth skin of her backside as he drew her in closer.

"Holy shit," he breathed.

She looked up at him, face filled with uncertainty. "Is this okay?"

His head bobbed up and down like his neck had broken, but he couldn't speak anymore. Her worried look was still there, but she nodded back. Then she took his hand in hers and drew him to the bed.

Alex felt like a virgin again as she let him lie down on his back. He remembered his first time, with a girl named Elizabeth Conway back when he was only sixteen. She had been on top as well, since she was the more experienced of the two of them. Alex had enjoyed himself that night as she rode him into oblivion.

Being with Genevieve was completely different. She didn't climb onto him to mount him. She didn't even start touching his cock. She crawled up beside him, under his arm, resting on his shoulder as she kissed his neck again. The entire time her hands clung to him for dear life, pulling him further towards her, nails digging into his skin, like he was everything to her.

Alex returned her feigned eagerness, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her on top of him. Her weight was satisfying on his stomach. Her cunt was wet and rubbing against his cock, but she wasn't grinding on him. She held him, and their bodies fit together so perfectly that they seemed to want to join together regardless of her real intentions or feelings.

"I missed you," said Alex as their lips broke free from a kiss.

Genevieve took a break from showering him with affection. She looked down at him with an odd glint in her eyes. It took him a second to recognize it as surprise. "I missed you too," she said.

He believed it. As crazy as that was, as much as his rational mind knew that it was all a lie, his heart was ready to believe. He drew her head down to his and kissed her. Then she started down his neck again, and Alex melted beneath her.

By the time she settled in his lap and started touching his cock, he was already close to the finish line. She drew up him to a sitting position and held onto his shoulders for purchase. "I want you inside of me," she said. Her eyes were glued on him, shining with the last remnants of sunlight. "Like you always should have been."

Alex must have looked insane in that moment. It felt like he was in the middle of a dream. The words she had spoken belonged in his fantasies, not real life. He nodded dumbly and helped to lift her up as she positioned herself over his cock. It was finally happening. He wasn't her first, but he was finally going to get a taste.

When she sank down onto him, she let out a low groan, and it wasn't one of those awful porn groans either. It was like she was trying to restrain herself from being too loud, from showing too much pleasure.

And there was so much pleasure. Alex had to hold himself off from the moment he entered her. She was so tight and warm and soft. Sliding in and out of her was better than any girl he had ever felt. Better than the best anal, the best blow job. Each thrust sent his stomach into turmoil and his cock was as hard as a rock. He felt powerful, like he was moving the world every time he pushed up into her.

Genevieve was either the best actor of all time or she was truly enjoying herself. Alex kept his eyes open to watch her face go through an array of emotions. First there was that pained expression of too many sensations coming at once. Her eyes were screwed shut, trying to work past the sickly sweet feeling of being impaled on him. Then her face relaxed and her mouth parted as she sighed like he was relieving an ache that had lasted four years. When her eyes finally opened, she looked at him like she loved him. He couldn't describe it any better than that.

A full fledged smile spread out on her face before she leaned in to kiss him. Their lips were locked from then on, completing the connection of their bodies. The tension that had been rising reached a peak, and Alex felt his cock throb once, twice, and a third time before he ejaculated inside of her. His hands squeezed her shoulders, shoving her down further onto him as he exploded.

He growled as she continued to bounce on him. She hadn't climaxed yet and was still hoping to get her pleasure. Alex was spent, but he remembered what she liked. He kept her down on his cock, warm and wet, and his hand went to the point of their connection, in between the folds of her cunt. He felt her shiver as he started petting her clitoris. She was so close he could feel it throb under his finger. She started to grind on his soft cock while he played with her. A soft, low pitched whine sounded from the depths of her chest followed by a soft-spoken word that took his breath away.

"Alex," she whispered in his ear. Then she climaxed on his finger, a strangled gasp escaping as she did. She shuddered on top of him for a full minute as she reached her peak and then came floating back down. Her arms wrapped around his torso and she rested her head on his shoulder, breathing heavily.

Alex kissed her temple and then her cheek. "I didn't think that could live up to my fantasies, but somehow it did."