Seductive Vibrations Book Three Secrets Of Marcus

“So, you’re not his submissive?” Looking at her, and she shakes her head at me. I don’t understand Jackson. He amazes me with the fact that he can give up that part of his life for someone he loves.“That is a shame, so you’re not into the whole being tied up and dominated then?” I know what she likes. I talk to Jackson daily. He has spoken about her, but he was not sure about her meeting us.“I am, I can’t say I did a lot of it before Jackson, but I am.”Our eyes connect. I love her eyes, she stays staring at me, and I wish I knew what she was thinking. Her eyes keep looking down at my body.“I know, Jackson talks.” Smiling at her, my response makes her freeze. Okay, that sounded wrong.“Wow, don’t freak. I don’t mean what you do in the bedroom and stuff. I mean your ex, Max.” I know I shouldn’t be saying some of this, yet I feel compelled to, who is this woman? My sentence just makes her worse. She looks like she has seen a ghost just from hearing his name.I knew things had been ba

“You seem on edge Master, is everything okay?”Is everything okay? I don’t even know. I have not felt so drawn to anyone, not even Maria, and she is my wife. Maybe it is the fact that she is off-limits, plus the fact of what she has been through, she is strong, and I like women who are strong but look weak and innocent.“Just the mission, Kitten, that is all.” The feeling will pass, and I will be back to feeling how I usually do. It will help that I won’t see Alena much. Rebecca falls asleep, lying here. I can’t stop thinking about Alena, but I need to. This obsession is nothing more than that, an obsession, falling asleep I hope my thoughts are gone by the morning.The feel of leather running across my skin wakes me, Rebecca above my smiling, going to move my hands, are fastened down.“Stop that kitten.” Looking at her, I pull against the restraints. I hate these damn things. Her laugh is teasing.“Okay.” Her hand stops stroking the whip across me. Instead, she starts swinging it gen

I need her now, not later. My hand begins unfastening her shirt, my hands moving down, lifting her up, her back against the wall, as my mouth keeps kissing. My hand is pulling her dress up, moaning against her neck.“Marcus, not here.” Her words stop me, why can she never just let loose, stop thinking sex is only for the bed, looking at her, I push my lips against hers, her moan quiet, I will carry her to bed if I have to, but I would rather just fuck her here and now.Why does everything have to be planned? Why do I have to be in bed?“Just once, just this once, please.” Looking at her, I wait. My lips pressing against her neck, her touch so soft and delicate, nothing like any other woman I have witnessed. She doesn’t pull me to her, she doesn’t go frantic for me, and she is always so calm.“Bed, please, Marcus.” She looks at me, she means it, yet I don’t want that. I want her, but I don’t want the bed. I want something different. This is why we would never work alone. I can’t live a

Parking up, I unlock the door. Walking in, there she is, sitting on the sofa, walking over to her, with her collar in my hand. I only hope she takes it back. She knows my issues, but I have never done this to her. Yet, she knows my demons and knows how much I struggle in my own mind. Her eyes light up seeing the collar, walking towards me, my hands place it around her neck, her smile growing as I do. Jumping up, she wraps her legs and arms around me, my cock instantly going hard for her. My hands pull at her shirt, ripping it open. This is going to be quick, no toys, nothing but us two. Throwing her onto the sofa, my hands pull her trousers off, my lips kissing her body, the feel of her hands in my hair forcing my head down. Slowly kissing down her body, I reach her sex, my tongue teasing, licking at her entrance. She tastes so nice. My hands grab her waist, pulling her closer to my mouth, her moans getting louder. My tongue teases faster as my fingers rub against her sex, the wetn

Parking the car, the house looks too quiet. Walking in, I look around the fear building within me that she has left. Surely, she wouldn’t run while I am away. Checking the house, she isn’t there. Sitting down, I wait, hoping she will come home soon. Sitting here watching the time pass, I wonder if she will come home, the sound of the door alerting me she is home. I want to run to her, but I won’t. Sitting, I wait for her to come to the kitchen. Walking in, she looks at me and carries on towards the kettle turning it on.Her silence is worse than her screaming. It is like she has given up and doesn’t want to fight for us anymore.“We need to talk.” I look at her waiting for her to acknowledge that I am here. Instead, she carries on making her drink. Sitting down at the table, she looks at me. Who is she? The Maria I fell in love with seems to have changed, maybe we got married too young.“I am sorry, for everything I did, for the things I said.” I wait, sitting and looking at her. She