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I put my fork down and squared my shoulders - I could do this.
“Wednesday night...” I began.
“We’ve been over Wednesday night,” he interrupted me.
“You’ve been having me followed, it is the only way you could know where I was,” I blurted out. There I had said it.
Jason sighed and looked down at his well-manicured hands.
“I didn’t want you to be aware of it as I don’t want you freaking out on me,” he looked up at me, eyes fixed on my face.
“What’s going on, Jason. What aren’t you telling me?” I had alarm bells going off.
“My predecessor...” Jason said his name with loathing, “after he’d finished with you, word got around about what he had done to you.”
“How? I never said anything,” I tried to recall the blur of weeks after the assault on me. Nothing came to mind. I did not go out and I did not remember meeting anyone.
“The doctor who came to help you... she’s not a true submissive, she is a switch,” Jason held my attention. I did not know she played at domme as well as sub. “She put the word out, in the clubs and other places, and it seems you’ve not been the only one he had treated badly. He was building quite a reputation in the few weeks you had been with him and afterwards too, a seriously bad one. I don’t think what happened next was entirely due to what happened to you, more an accumulation of events,” paused Jason. “To sum up, he was tracked down, effectively kidnapped by a vengeful collection of unethical femdoms and... well... let’s just say he didn’t go out much over the following weeks after they finished with him.”
I had to smile. He would have hated the humiliation of being used by vigilantes, as he was such a macho man. However, there was not a drop of sympathy in me for him.
“I think with hindsight, he didn’t like women much. He could be very charming and gracious, I fell for him hook, line and sink. Foolish I know, looking back, but he had magnetism about him. He only started to get really cruel in the last few weeks I was with him.”
Jason leant forward. “He did other things to you? What haven’t you told me?” he asked gently.
I shut my eyes. I had done so well to block these memories. I was not been honest with myself never mind Jason.
“I think the police would call it domestic abuse. He would slap me about a bit, you know, bloody nose me. He got very demanding, he wanted me 24/7 and when I said no he got a bit nasty with me... With hindsight it looks much worse than it felt at the time.”
Jason now understood why face slapping was a hard limit for me. Reaching out, Jason took my hand.
“You still haven’t explained the following me thing.” I changed the subject back to Wednesday.
“It hasn’t been just Wednesday. I found out – you have to understand money can buy very good investigative services – I found out he blamed you. He thinks you instigated his, let’s say, punishment because of your connections,” Jason squeezed my hand. My heart sunk, the news was worse than I thought.
“He’s after me?” I tried not to hide the panic. “Why didn’t you tell me this before? How long have you know?”
I pulled my hand away and put my head in my hands. The adrenaline drenched river of fear, which ran through me, was being churned up into a flood as it mixed with my ang
er.
“He’s not going to get you,” said Jason unwaveringly. “I have a good security team. You weren’t even aware they were following you, or monitoring your apartment.”
“What bugs and cameras!” I exclaimed. Strange people watching me come and go was almost as bad as the idea of him being out there tracking me down.
My God, this is voyeurism.
“No. Though your car has a tracking device in it and your mobile can be tracked if needed.” Jason leant back in his chair.
“I never invited him to my apartment. He doesn’t know where I lived only where I worked. My home was off limits to my partners. He could track me down through my work colleagues I suppose.” My mind buzzed with a mental list of my vulnerabilities.
“Wherever he is, he’s in hiding. His last address, the one you visited, has new tenants. Everything you described has gone. He left no forwarding address and he’s gone nomadic. Look don’t lose sleep over this. I don’t want you to worry, that’s my job. Be grateful I can do all this for you. Not every master has these resources to hand.”
I could not let it rest though.
“He wasn’t at the bar on Wednesday yet you still came,” I said taking the bull by the horn. Explain that, Jason!
“Alright. I didn’t like the idea of you being out, drinking and dancing with strangers. When Martinson contacted me, I was back at Piedmont, getting out of the shower.”
