Unbroken Love
Alistair left the apartment, rolling his shoulders to alleviate the pressure that was wrapped around his body.
Atwood House
8:11 a.m.
“Whores, the two of them,” he muttered, increasing the speed of his bench presses. His fingers clenched the bar so tightly that his knuckles were white. Sweat ran from his bare chest and arms, riding the ropes of his muscles in little rivulets. His discarded and soaked T-shirt was thrown in a corner.
Alistair had been working out heavily since he had arrived from Emma’s apartment, almost two hours ago.
He didn’t even go to their bedroom to change. Under Lucy’s surprised look, he picked up a wrinkled T-shirt, shorts, and socks from the pressing hamper and a pair of his running sneakers that were airing, descending to the pool area with a curt ‘good morning’.
It still impressed him how such a beautiful woman like Emma could be so vile. She had loved to whip her sister and see her whipped by him. But then, Heather had enjoyed all that as well. What shocked Alistair now, when he was seeing it all without the impaired veil, was the way she liked to push boundaries. How much she had liked it when she was her domme, knowing he disliked it. And worse, how much she had liked it when he paired with her while Heather watched, chained and helpless, while they reached one climax after another, leaving her unattended. Sometimes a whole night.
He knew he wasn’t the only one that she had submitted to, but he was her preferred. Why? Why do I have such violence in me that she likes me more? Emma’s action, and why not say, my compliance, had pushed Heather to betray me, looking for what I wasn’t providing anymore. Then he shook his head, remembering Sophia’s words that he shouldn’t fault himself for what Emma did.
“Alistair Connor?” The familiar feminine voice of his wife intruded on his thoughts as if they had lured her to him.
Sophia was standing by the entrance to the gym area.
But his motions didn’t slow down. He had tried to work out his frustration and anger on the treadmill, the punching bag, and lastly, the weights. He should be as exhausted mentally as he was physically, but his emotions were only growing darker by the minute. Up. Down. Up. Down.
When he didn’t turn or talk to her, she was made to feel unwelcome. She sighed. What the hell is happening this time? She knew before she married him that she would have to be patient with him sometimes. As he had been with her.
His thoughts were so warped and nauseating that he didn’t hear Sophia walking back through the pool lounge. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked back. He was still working out as if she hadn’t been there.
Well, one hand washes the other and both hands wash the face. Even so, she could not hide the hurt in her voice. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. Just don’t forget your therapy session.”
You idiot. You son of a bitch. He threw the barbell on its perch with a loud clunk and stood up. “Sophia.”
“Yes?” She turned to look at him, with a foot already on the first step.
Even from afar, she could see that there was such a mix of emotions on his face and body that it halted her. Slowly, to give him time, she made her way back to him.
He took a bottle of water from the small refrigerator, drank most of it, then splashed the rest over his head. He dried himself the best that he could with a towel, listening to her high-heels clinking musically on the tiled floor.
He didn’t want to, never meant to, but sometimes he felt helpless against his darkness.
He was sorry for what he had done to Emma. He shouldn’t have let her provoke him. He shouldn’t have gone there in the first place.
He had called a dominant he met at one of her parties, put the keys in an envelope and asked Steven to drop them off at his apartment with precise instructions and payment.
He drew a ragged breath when the tip of Sophia’s fingers touched his sweaty back.
“Meu amor?”
The infinite and tender patience in her voice undid him. How I need you. He turned and almost crushed her in his arms.
But the image they formed hit him like a slap. He was sweaty all over, wearing shorts and sneakers completely soaked through. In comparison, she was fresh and clean from a shower, dressed to start the day.
He was dirtiness.
She was cleanliness.
He was dark.
She was light.
He grimaced and croaked out, “I’m on edge today. I’m sorry, Sophia.”
She didn’t ask why he was apologizing or why he was on edge. It was not the time. She rose on her tip-toes and pecked a light kiss on his lips. “Take a quick shower and have breakfast with Gabriela and me. We were just about to start.”
My lights, my angels. “I’ll be quick.”
Chapter 4
Colombo Street
Dr. Andrew Volk’s Office
9:28 a.m.
Alistair sighed. “After the abortion, I can bet Emma even got Heather prepared before I arrived. As if she could share our pleasure.”
“Prepared as in…” Dr. Volk coached.
“Seductively dressed in lace, or spiked kinky clothes, or just naked. Waiting for me, horny. I only had to open my zipper to fuck her handcuffed to the door, strapped to the dining room table leg, collared and on all fours, bounded over the sofa. Our first fuck of the evening was never in the bedroom. Without foreplay. She liked it that way. It was all for me. As long as I came, she felt rewarded.”
“It aroused you.” It was not a question.
“Aye. One Saturday morning, I woke up to Heather servicing me while Emma spanked and fucked her with a strap-on.” He grimaced. “I cannot say I didn’t like it.”
The doctor put his notebook and pencil on the table beside him. “We’ve already established that you sought help not only because you used sex to fill an enormous void inside you, but you also had companions that didn’t know how to deal with their urges. They drove you to the point where actions caused severe consequences.”
“Right.” Alistair was still shaken by what happened in Emma’s apartment and how he had reacted to Sophia. His muscles were knotted, he was in pain, and feeling nauseated.
“We’ve already seen that when you’re with Sophia, engaged or not in sexual activity, kinky or not, you feel whole as a man. Or as whole as possible for a father who has lost a child and a man who cannot have a new one.”
“Sophia makes me feel…powerful, even when I am beneath her. And makes me want to be careful and tender, when I’m leading the scene. I don’t even remember my faults, that I am damaged. I feel natural, free, and whole.”
Dr. Volk smiled. “This is impressive, Alistair.”
“So why, Andrew, why!? For Christ’s sake, why did I do what I did today? I even considered—” he choked with the idea.
“What happened that caused such emotional and physical reaction? That is still causing such an impact, you can’t even speak the words? Was it the possibility of flogging her as she wished? Or punishing her?”
“Something like that,” the words scratched their way through Alistair’s throat.
Dr. Volk put his elbows on his knees. “Alistair, you need to be specific. Did you want to punish her or did you want to have sex with her?”
“Neither,” he croaked, shoving both hands in his hair and leaning against the back of the sofa. “I wanted to spank her, aye. But not in a scene. I wanted to punish her, aye, but to make her suffer. I was on the verge of using one of the sharper floggers on her.”
“The punishment was part of the BDSM arrangement you had. You want more of what you had?”
“Not in that way; it didn’t have the purpose of instructing the submissive because she hadn’t pleasured her dominant. I—I wanted to get rid of her. It was more violent, more uncontrolled.” I was about to cross a boundary.
“That left you…”
“Repulsed. I still am. And I took my anger out on Sophia.”
The doctor sat back and took some notes, saying, “That’s norma
l.”
“NORMAL?!” Alistair pulled his hands out of his hair, leaving it a complete mess. “How can you call it normal, Andrew?”
“I didn’t applaud or say it was good behavior. Your previous partners didn’t know how to deal with your needs or theirs. Neither did you. Knowingly or unknowingly, they used psychological games to play with your emotions and seduce you. They wanted a wealthy man, with a high sex-drive, to be their dominant. Emma was the hunter, Heather was the bait. You were the prey.”
I was the prey?! Alistair startled. How could I be so stupid? Am I that gullible? “And am I playing these games with Sophia too?”
“I cannot speak for Sophia, but she seems quite firm on what she likes and dislikes. Whenever you’ve discussed it, it’s always focused on pleasure, a fantasy, a light experience for both of you.”
“But why did I go back? Why did I feel so dirty near Sophia?”
“First, you went back because of Sophia, whom you love, who is gentle and deserves your attention. What happened with Emma, your uncontrolled behavior, her shameless seduction, reminded you of all the twisted views of sex that you were introduced to and used as a punishment to yourself. It made you feel unworthy. Have you heard of Nine and a Half Weeks?
“Sure. Who hasn’t?” Sophia. “It was a hell of a sexy film.”
“Actually I want you to read the book. Let me explain something to you. Some people have underlying interests or feelings that might never have been discovered. For example: you might like Chinese food, but if you’ve never tasted it, you would never know you liked Chinese food. Because of the depth and the breadth of the erotic material available these days, especially on the internet, people are exposed to areas of sexuality they previously did not know would be arousing to them. Some of these arousal patterns can be fetishistic or related to fetishes, and sadomasochism is considered a fetish and a pathology. While you stated that what Emma asked you to do made you feel disgusted with her, it was not her that disgusted you truthfully. Can you contact the feeling again?”
Alistair relaxed on the sofa and closed his eyes. The nausea came back full force. He snapped his eyes open. “Sure. And I’m quite certain I was disgusted with her. Nauseated.”
“With her?”
Of course. “Aye. With her. With the whole fucked up situation she proposed.”
“I guess it was more of a jumbled situation. You went to her apartment. She was in the middle of a scene, probably already aroused. You ordered her sub. Everything contributed to escalate the situation. And no, your real disgust was not directed at her.”
Alistair’s eyebrows rose. “How come?”
“It was a moral judgment about your own arousal pattern. It’s not really known what sets these patterns, but, in general, people evolve fetishes out of some experience early in life, often unknown to them. The reality is that by the time you are an adult, those things are set. If you hadn’t been exposed to those types of experiences, as you have, you may have never realized it was part of your arousal pattern. You have to start hearing yourself. You stated that you’re now disgusted by what excited you. You couldn’t not be excited by what got you aroused and your only option is to stop thinking about it and reinforcing the reward.”
“Hold on a minute,” Alistair said. “Are you saying that it still excites me? So why didn’t I feel aroused by Emma’s behavior?”
“Because your arousal pattern was not inherently wrong, but now you were talking about nonconsensual activities. You were not willing to give her the pain she was willing to receive. From my clinical standpoint, if it had been consensual there would be nothing wrong with it. However, you’ve decided these patterns go against your values and beliefs and it has become important to you not to pursue them with Sophia. We’ve talked about that before. You get aroused by non-sadomasochistic acts, and you’re okay with dealing with the loss of the violent S&M aspect of your sexual life. Remember?”
“Aye,” he breathed. “I could have chosen not to pursue Sophia once she stated she won’t abide it.”
“Right. As you know, there are many people who embrace sadomasochism because they think it’s exciting, but you had your choice. You’ve pushed it out of your life.”
“But, hold on a minute again. I’m getting confused. I enjoy role-playing, fantasies, and using toys with Sophia.” I get aroused just thinking about it.
A small smile played on Dr. Volk’s lips. “Alistair, just because someone enjoys role-playing, light bondage, or sex toys does not necessarily mean that they have psychological issues or require therapy.”
Alistair laughed self-deprecatingly. “I hope not.”
“So, what you have with Sophia is different from what you had with Emma or Heather. It’s not abuse. In my opinion, without being schooled in this sexual art, Sophia knows better how to deal with her and your desires because she doesn’t abide the abuse that is sometimes involved in these relationships.”
Alistair breathed in, the emotion cutting so deep that he actually felt an ache in his chest. “Do you think Sophia would understand if I talked with her? About what happened today? I don’t want to be caught in a lie or omission.”
“She seems a wise woman.” Dr. Volk smiled. “Talk to her, Alistair. Not about the facts. You don’t need to tell her the details, but about what you feel. You’ll need her continuing support and you’ll have to face your ability to confront emotional pain. Think about speaking with Sophia as a part of this treatment too. The process of healing is facilitated when there is trust and you can bring light to previously hidden emotions. Share your secrets and feelings. Bring her here with you someday.”
“I will,” he agreed.
Dr. Volk looked at his watch, then rose and accompanied Alistair to the door, reinforcing, “We’ll continue this discussion on Thursday. Please, don’t get in touch with Emma. If anything happens, call me.”
Alistair nodded and sighed. “I hope nothing else happens. See you on Thursday.”
Dr. Volk closed the door and sat at his desk taking notes. Alistair was slowly improving but the doctor was worried. What had happened that morning was not a usual relapse; with that woman back in his life, things could get out of control.
The City of London Headquarters
In the Main Meeting Room
8:46 p.m.
“Nae, you are no’ getting my point.” Alistair’s Scottish accent made it clear to all vice-presidents in the room that he was not pleased by the news about the buying of the Brazilian bank chain. “My belief is that to achieve success in any scheme one has to make oneself master of that scheme, know it inside and out, every detail. I worked hard, very hard to achieve my position here. I always make my decisions based on logic and facts. I always read contracts and check all pertinent legislations, national and international. Especially when dealing with governments. I require that I be informed of everything that is happening. Everything.”
“Mr. MacCraig, if we are to receive the bank as we bought it, we’ll have to abide by their rules. That’s how things are done in Brazil,” the head of the legal department informed.
“Rules? You mean bribes.” Alistair rose and put his palms on the table, leaning forward, looking each and every one in the eye. “No one informed me that they could block the deed after it was signed. No one informed me that it had to be approved again by a group of corrupt politicians—”
“Alistair Connor, please listen for a minute,” Arthur Berkley, now a minor partner of bank, interrupted him calmly.
In deference to the twenty years that separated them, and because he was one of the founders, Alistair sat and leaned back, thinning his lips and getting his temper under control.
“We didn’t know. We paid what was previously agreed with the intervener. The approval wasn’t needed. It appeared in an old internal legislation out of nowhere. These corrupt countries have their twisted ways.”
As if I didn’t know. Alistair drummed his fingers on the table, pondering for a moment. “Aye. That’s why
the intervener was all smiles when I shook Senhor Magalhães’s hand and said it was a pleasure doing business with him. It will be my head on the block if this leaks to the press. Why did nobody take a second to stop by my ever open door and whisper, ‘Hey, Mr. MacCraig, in spite of paying the usual bribes, we are being blackmailed to pay a few million pounds more to a few top Brazilian politicians, or they’ll block the deal.’ Why?”
“We didn’t think it necessary to worry you. We were trying to work it out and you seemed to be having enough problems with Soph—”
“Do not involve my wife in this, Malcolm.” Alistair cut off the other bank partner. “And, for your information, my personal life is no’, and it will never be, up for discussion. You should have known all legislation, new or old, internal or no’, and I should have been informed. I wasn’t.”
The silence weighed until the atmosphere in the room was unbreathable.
The head of the legal department said, “Mr. MacCraig, I apologize profusely.”
Alistair Connor, you’re being too ethical. “Apology accepted.” He looked at his watch, tired. I wish I could go home. “We are known for our aggressiveness in the market; it is risky, but good. We know that sometimes a little bump in the road is inevitable, but to lose this deal would be unacceptable. To pay such a huge amount in bribes is dangerous as it can be easily traced as everyone in this room is more than aware. Can you imagine the headlines if this is discovered? ‘CLB pays hefty bribes to Brazilian politicians. CEO says he knew nothing about it.’ Is this what I’ve been working for all my life?”
“We need you to deal with them to set a reasonable price,” said Arthur Berkley.
Reasonable price for corrupt politicians? Ha! “Don’t worry, Berkley.” He rose, towering over the table. “I will deal with them. In my own way. I’ll make this legislation disappear as magically as it has appeared. Let me remind you, gentlemen: I’m the CEO of this bank; I’m the majority shareholder. I am to be informed of such important things in advance. If anything like this happens again, I will hold you all responsible, and you won’t like the consequences. I bid you good evening.”