“Right, so I have used this place for myself, that was before Caroline, though.” I nod, wondering if he was going to carry on or just leave it at that. Why would he not use it after Caroline? If he likes this, why would he not use this place? Was Caroline into all this?“I didn't use this place because I can't do these things at home. I used it if there was someone who felt safer being here than at my house.” He looks at me, assessing me, making sure he is safe to keep going. I smile slightly, letting him know I am okay and he should carry on.“Before Caroline, I was a different person. I met Caroline. She fell pregnant, and everything changed. I put the whole world behind me, other than business. I stopped being a Dominant and Sadist and became normal. Or what society says is normal when it comes to sex.”Words I know all too well. I feel for him that he gave up a big part of who he is for Caroline. I can tell he is lying. He didn’t become normal, as he says. While this place is fant
Closing the door, Jackson turns, his eyes on me. Grabbing my phone, I quickly tell Georgina I won't be home tonight and not to worry.“What are you doing?” He is looking at me confused, more than likely because I was crazy out there and now I am calmingly using my phone.“Texting Georgina, saying I won’t be home, so she doesn’t harass us.” He simply nods as he puts on music. ‘Eyes On Fire’ starts to fill the room. Now we are in here, I feel like I have calmed down, my rationality has come back, and my wild side seems to have shied away again.He moves and begins lifting me up, his body pushing me against the wall, moans escaping my lips, my legs wrapping around him. My hands start ripping his shirt off, buttons falling to the floor, my wild side coming out again.“Alena, please, can you try to leave at least one button intact?” His voice is seductive.“Well, I could try, but it'd be more fun just to rip them all off.” Trying to rip his shirt open, his hand grabbing mine, holding them
Waking up, Jackson is lying next to me, unmoving. Assuming he is asleep, my hand moves slowly, stroking down his chest. I don't think I will ever get enough of him or his love. His hand moves, quickly grasping mine, a smile forming at his mouth.“Good morning Kitten.” His eyes begin opening slowly, looking at me.“Plan for today?” What can be the plan for today? I should be at work and university, but honestly, I would rather spend all my time here with him.“I should really go to Uni today,” smiling at the ‘should’ because I know I am not going to.“Should? Well, if you should, maybe I should behave myself today?”Laughing at his reply, I kiss his lips.“Since when do you behave?” My eyes begin rolling at the thought of Jackson behaving; it is pure craziness. He chuckles, his body moving quickly, pinning me to the bed, his lips kissing across my body. Screaming, I try to push him away.“No, stop. I mean it, I should go today.” He chuckles quietly as his lips keep teasing.“Should isn
“Good morning, Kitten. You look refreshed.” I can't help but grin at him. Somehow, he has defied all odds, and he has made me want to live life again and actually love it.“I guess I have you to thank for that,” I say sheepishly, my cheeks flushing pink. Even after he's seen me at my most vulnerable, I still feel insecure. I can't help but avert my eyes whenever he calls me baby or kitten.“I thought that maybe today we could have some fun?” His body begins climbing onto the bed and I start to laugh. His eyes are looking at me, amused. “No, I don't mean that kind of fun, unless that's what you require. I mean, we could just stay in all day and explore each other more...” His body is moving closer to mine; how is he always in such a good mood? His hands start grabbing my body, and I can't help but laugh. I jump back, my hand throwing up, telling him to stop.“No, Jackson, I think we can behave for today. I have things that I need to do anyway. I have to go to my apartment as I haven't
“You're back, finally. So was she horrible? Did Daz still fall at your feet? Was he still all over you? What happened?” Wow, fire away with questions. Why don't you, Georgina?“Actually, she was really nice, a little weird, but nice. She has red hair, slightly taller than me, but looks quite similar.” My memory is replaying her in my mind; something doesn't feel right.“He couldn't get the real Alena, so he has gone out and found a fake one? That sounds about right for Daz.” She laughs. I have to shake my head at her. She is going to cause trouble, I know it.“Don't be mean, she did seem nice, and you'll find out for yourself tomorrow night.” I hope she is nice to her. The last thing I want is Georgina thinking it is funny to say something and Daz finding out.“How come you said she was weird?” She is looking at me questioningly.“I'm not sure. I felt like she was constantly assessing me. Maybe she thinks Daz likes me? Then when I was leaving, she hugged me and said I smelt nice, and
Picking up the phone, I send Jackson a text.I can't sleep! I had an awful nightmare again; this place is too quiet; help me fall asleep.I am so used to having Jackson next to me now. When I wake from the nightmare, I instantly relax, having his arms around me. Being here isn’t the same.Poor Kitten, you could always tell me about your fantasy again, this time in more detail. I would love to know all about it. Smiling,I shake my head.Too complicated to explain.Okay, so you want to be with another woman? So, you're clearly attracted to women then. Is there a man involved in your fantasy?I smile. The fantasy has so many versions.Sometimes, yes. But most of the time, it's just another woman and me. I can tell it's different being with another woman, just from the fantasy. I don't know how. I just can. I don’t know, I have never been with a woman.If you ever want to use my business to act out your fantasies, you're free to do so. You know it's 100% safe. I'm happy for you to use m
A couple of minutes later, a woman walks in. She is a few years older than me. She looks just as terrified as me. I feel like I have to say something to help her relax a bit, to reassure her that she is safe.“Hi, I am Alena. Come in and sit. We can just talk, honestly.” Smiling at her, she walks in, sitting down. Sitting here, we just stay silent. I need to make some sort of effort to talk.“So, I guess you don't have a partner?” Looking at her, I smile. I hope not, or, if she does, he knows she is here.“No, I am not really the sort to settle down with a partner, to be honest. Not yet anyway. I have years before I want to settle down. Clearly, you and Jackson are together?” Nodding, in response to her question, I smile.“We are. We are new. Only been together about six or seven weeks, but it is going well.” She smiles; her mouth looks perfect.“Are you okay with this?” Looking at me, her question confuses me.“Yes, we spoke about fantasies and things like that. This is his way of he
Roxy walks over, standing at the table. She smiles, waiting, like me, unsure what to do next.“Hey, Roxy.” I smile at her; she is so cute.“Want to join us for some food?” Jackson looks up at her. Her face is blushing, her eyes glancing at me, clearly remembering what happened, or maybe it's the fact she admitted to me she thought Jackson was hot.I honestly did not take offence, and I won't tell him either.“Come on; you may as well sit and enjoy some free food from Jackson while you're here.” Laughing, I move over, my hand pulling her onto the seat. Roxy sits down, and once again, the awkwardness creeps back in, and I don’t know what to say. I feel like I want to run away.“So, Roxy, are you staying around here long? You mentioned you were just visiting?” Jackson looks somewhat interested in finding out. I am pleased he is saying something; it means the awkward feeling is slowly fluttering away.“I think so. I'm just waiting to see how things go, to be honest. I don't really have a