How am I going to be able to look Jackson in the eye? How can I act like nothing happened? I need to forget Marcus, forget today, forget how hot he is, and forget that he made me so wet within seconds. How did he manage that?
I am scared, scared of going home, scared of facing Jackson. I don’t want to ruin his relationship with Marcus, and I also don’t want to hide this from him. How can I pretend like nothing happened? Like Marcus did not just try it on with me?
Walking into the house, I look in his direction. He is so happy. How could I destroy that? I really shouldn’t. I can’t destroy his happiness. Nothing happened, exactly. I will keep it to myself for as long as I can. It isn’t just about Jackson and me, or even Marcus, but his wife Maria, she loves him, and the thought of hurting her, the thought that he would do that to her, even though she approves, just doesn’t feel right.
Jackson turns. He is smiling, so happy
It is getting to be early morning. Sitting here, the silence surrounding me, I hear the door. I move to get out of bed. No, I shouldn’t go to him. I should wait until he comes here, wait until he is ready to see me and talk about it.I move back onto the bed, sitting, waiting.The bedroom door swings open, hitting the wall with a thud, and he slams it closed, kneeling at the side of the bed next to me like he is surrendering to me. I move to the edge of the bed, and his head drops onto my lap.I have no idea what has happened or what to say. My body has frozen. My mind is unable to talk yet. My hand is resting on his head, waiting ‘til I can find any words to say.“What happened?” The silence finally breaks from my words. I hate that I put him through so much pain in just a few short years. He would not have had any issues if he never met me.“Nothing. By the time I got there, I had calmed down. Sorry for storming out. I didn’t want to fight with you.”It makes no sense. Why would he
I stay here, lying in bed, my eyes following and watching him, admiring him and his body. As I lie here, watching him shower, the realisation hits me that I need to forget about Marcus, no matter how hard it is. It isn’t worth losing Jackson over, not at all. Marcus is married. I would be his bit on the side. I will never be someone’s bit on the side, and I won’t lose Jackson for it either. I watch him walk back in, purposely without a towel, the water dripping from his body. A moan escapes my lips as I look at him. His smile teases me. Instantly, I pull my lip in and bite it, begging for him to touch me again. “I would be over there fucking you right now, but I have work to get sorted.” His body climbs on the bed. I moan as he gets closer, his lips finally reaching mine, my hands running down his wet body, moaning for more. “Tonight.” He gets up, grabs the towel and gets dried off. Did he seriously just tease me? “How would Sir like me to be waiting?” I look at him through my las
As we get home, my phone rings. Smiling, I see Jackson's name. Hitting answer, I hold the phone to my ear. Maybe I should tease him? The thought is disrupted by his voice immediately coming through.“Be ready for 6, okay?” So blunt and straight to the point.I laugh slightly. “I will be. Sir”“I am not happy I didn’t get enough of you this morning.”He is clearly sulking. Laughing, I know it is my fault. I know what he means as well. Maybe I can tease a little if he already wants me? “I am sorry, Sir.” I try to make my voice sound sexy and hot and hear his chuckle in response. I know it worked. Saying ‘Sir’ always makes him want me more. “You are so lucky I am in company. It means I can’t say what I want to right now.”My smile widens as I laugh. Well, if he can’t get back at me, I can keep going.“Sorry, Sir. Did Kitten make you hard?” I can’t control myself. The thought of making him hard while he can’t tell me what he wants to do to me just makes me want to tease far more.“Yes,
“Hello, Beautiful! Happy anniversary.” His eyes are glistening. I know what Georgina means about his eyes. He is being polite, so I need to be polite back, plus I don’t want a big argument, fight or whatever, tonight of all nights. I just want to enjoy the night, and if Jackson can forgive him, then so can I. “Thank you, Marcus. Anyway, shouldn’t you still be in the hospital?” I look at him, wondering if he is actually okay to stand or ready to fall and in need of being picked back up. He looks fine. He doesn’t even seem to struggle to walk. “No hospital can keep me locked up.” He laughs as the song changes to 'Why I love you.' I love this song, Marcus is looking at me, smiling. His hand reaches out to grab me. “Dance?” It feels like a question, but also a command. I look at him. Can I really say no? Okay, I can, but I don’t want him or Jackson to think I am causing trouble, not when it was all over a bet. At the same time, though, I feel like it is a trap. It’s almost like he’s
Jackson’s hands slide my underwear down as his mouth dives in. I moan, pulling at his hair, begging for more. “I want you to trust me, trust me completely and try something.” I moan as his tongue begins working again, and faster. I will honestly agree to almost anything right now. “Your fantasy? You can’t just go straight to that, so why not try with another man first, and me?” His words keep stopping, so he can tease my sex more. I am wet, so fucking wet. I need a resolution to my feelings, to the orgasm waiting to explode. “If you agree, I will get the guy here now, and then you can be fucked by us both.” I moan, pushing my hips up. My hands pull his head further into my pussy. Fuck, he is driving me wild. “Okay.” I can’t say anything else. He is driving me wild. I get what he is saying. If I freak out having just one guy with Jackson and me, how would my fantasy go with more than one guy? I watch as Jackson grabs his phone, his fingers hitting the letters before he sends the
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
Arriving home, I run straight upstairs, no words spoken. I walk into his playroom, or rather, my playroom now since Jackson changed it for me. I strip and put on the blindfold. Moving, I stand in the corner and wait. I need to feel free. I need a release from my thoughts, and the playroom is such a good place to forget everything, even just for a bit. I can hear his footsteps getting closer, and his arms wrap around me. “What do you need?” His question is easy to answer. I know exactly what I need, not what I want, and it is not often I know what I need. He knows what I need, yet, every time, he asks me. “To feel free. I need to feel free, with no control. I need my escape, and you're it. So, just make me feel free!” I stand waiting, wondering if he is going to give me what I need. His hands grip mine, and he pulls me away from where I am standing. My body screams for his touch, for freedom. My mind is begging, ‘Please don’t stop, don’t stop, keep me here for hours’. The restra
So, I will just sit here and watch him. As he steps out, I get up. I begin slowly taking my clothes off on the way to the shower, dropping them on the floor along the way. I watch as his eyes explore my body like they always do as I step into the shower. He sits on the bed, his eyes still watching me. I laugh. “No time. You need to get dressed.” I continue laughing while getting washed quickly. If I can’t have sex, well, then he can’t watch me. There is no time. “If you can watch me, well, I can watch you, and I plan to.” He doesn’t move, his eyes still fixed on my body. I always shower with the door open like him but, seeing as he teased me, I guess I won’t. I grab the handle and slide the shower door shut. I laugh quietly, as I know I have won and there is nothing he can do about it. I can hear him complaining and muttering from the room, the tinted shower door blocking his view. The door flies open, his body steps into the shower, his hands pushing me against the wall. Moving