“What are you trying to do to me? Seriously.” I laugh stepping backwards, her body coming towards me,“Stay kitten.” She looks at me with an innocent look and slowly takes another step.“I thought I would come and help Master.” I shake my head looking at her, she is amazing.“Kitten, not happening, I would be fucking you right here for everyone to see all night” Her eyes spark with interest and it just makes me want to do it more.“Fine, no sex, I will just help you.” She steps forward now reaching me, her hand pushing into my jeans and grabbing my cock.“And how do you plan to do that kitten?” Someone walks in, Alena moving closer to my body hiding her hand, he walks past into a cubicle, and she smiles.“Well Master, first I am going to go so slow, so, so slow until you can’t take no more you drag me onto my knees. Then after that, I am going to tease slowly and gently with my mouth until you grab my hair Master, grab it so hard I scream and force me, gagging me” She smiles, does she
It is Monday, and Jackson leaves soon, and I know he will hate himself more than he hates Liam right now if he leaves and doesn’t sort it. So protecting my balls, I walk into the now-empty office.“Go see Liam.” He doesn’t even look up to me, he shakes his head and continues signing papers.“I mean it, you go and see Liam, he is the only family you have left Jackson. Go see him sort this shit out, I know Alena is hurting not seeing Georgina.” No one has even communicated, Georgina is sticking by Liam and Alena is sticking with Jackson, it needs sorting.“Go sort it, then Alena can at least say bye to Georgina.” He finally looks up and moves, standing in front of me.“I will, but only for Alena, I have no intention of accepting his apology none at all, but for her, I will.” He walks out, following him I watch him leave, Alena looking at him confused.“He is going to sort things out.” She smiles, clearly, she agrees it needs fixing“I am glad, he leaves in an hour and I don’t want him g
***PROLOGUE***My chest hurts, and the pain is unbearable, but I will smile, lying here in her arms dying. All I can do is smile. She loves me. I can see it on her face. I am dying a happy man. I hope she survives this, and I know if anyone can help her, it is Jackson. I will never know how I managed to fall in love with my brother's wife, but I did, and she loves me. Not enough to walk away from Jackson, but she loves me and right now, that is comforting.I can still hear her screams, her cries of pain as my life slips away. I wish I could tell her that I would be fine. I can’t, though, slowly the darkness creeps over me, and my mind flies back to the past, to before I met her, and before all this had begun. Why Don't I feel like I am dying, just dreaming of the past?*Now*“Marcus.”Turning, I face my wife, beautiful as ever. We have been married for nearly ten years, but I always want more, and she knows it, so we agreed we would keep our relationship open. It comes with its diffi
“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
Getting up, I walk upstairs and open the dungeon door. There she is, perfect as ever, fully naked, blindfolded and her arms behind her back while she kneels.Walking over to the whips, my hand reaches for my favourite one, my hand clutches at the air, where is my whip? Oh, she better not have.“You little witch, where is it?” Walking to her, I help her stand, slipping the blindfold off. Her eyes are telling me everything I need to know. She has hidden it, her cheeky grin making me aware she has.“Sorry, Master, I seem to have misplaced the memory of where I put the whip.” I knew it, the shower threat. So, this is her way of fighting back. Oh, she is still getting whipped.“Still five whips, witch, and by the end, you better say where my whip is. Otherwise, I will find a new punishment.” Grabbing another whip, I walk over and set it down on the table. Guiding her over, I bend her body over the table. Stroking along her arms, I fasten her wrists down, so she can’t stand up.“Five whips
“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
Walking back to the bed, I open the drawer, pulling out the pills I take my daily dose. I don’t know why, though. They don’t help. Every now and then, I feel amazing, joking, laughing, yet inside I am dying, and I can’t keep fighting it. I shouldn’t be alone tonight, but I don’t want to pull the guys away from their families. I shouldn’t do that so close to us leaving.Looking around this house, I wonder if all the decisions I made these last ten years were right. How did I go from smiling with Alena within my mind to now having nothing but darkness and scary thoughts, dark, melancholy plaguing my mind and trying to make me do something I shouldn’t?I look at our wedding photo. I can’t do that to Maria. No matter how down I am feeling, I can’t do that to her. I still remember the last time, waking up in the hospital, her by my side, her face broken, soaked from tears because I was selfish, trying to take the coward's way out.Her words are still loud in my mind.“Do I mean so little t
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