Manic Thoughts

Waking up, I roll over. Jackson is sitting there, laptop on his knee, typing away. I smile, not moving, enjoying the moment. He notices though, looking down at me, and he smiles.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

I smile at his words. I love waking up next to him.

“You look rather pleased this morning.” He winks and smiles more.

Reality hits me like a slap in the face, emotions flooding through my body, threatening to break me down and trample all over my happiness. Reality is a bitch.

“What the hell was last night about?” I am now ready to ask him all the questions flooding my mind, causing my head to hurt.

“It was a starting point, to getting you ready for your fantasy.” He answers me, making it sound like last night was nothing and like we had just walked into the shop and bought a new vibrator to play with, not like we walked into that shop and left with Marcus.

“Kitten, if I did something wrong, just say. You nodded, you agreed.” He looks at me, worried. I try and smile to settle his