He stops, his eyes staring into mine, his arms grabbing me, pulling my body to his, kissing me passionately, a demanding kiss. I love it.“What do you want, Alena? What do you want from me? What do you expect from me?” His eyes are looking deep into mine, sending me into overdrive. Why is he asking what I want and expect from him? I want to be happy with him and for him to be happy with me. Simple.“I want you, Jackson. I want you to feel safe like I do. I do want more, yes, but I don't want you to move on.” I don't even know if that makes sense to me, let alone him. I just don't feel comfortable saying that I would like to sleep with Roxy again.“Alena, if you want more, and Roxy is your more, you can have it. I am not someone to stop you from having something you want. You need to realise Alena, I am not someone who will restrict you to only one, and only things I want and enjoy. Now can you explain what you mean by me moving on?” His lips push against mine, his body pushing me back
Waking up, I open my eyes, Jackson, lying next to me with his eyes closed. Turning, I look at him. I can't help but wonder how I managed to get him. He was in Georgina's league, not mine, yet he chose me. I think back to Jessica or rather Caroline, and how similar we are.He clearly has a thing for redheads, that's for sure. Slowly I move, sliding out of bed. I head out into the hall and grab myself some food before sitting at one of the tables and eating. The place is quiet. After I finish eating, I walk back into Jackson’s room. Jackson is still asleep on the bed. Smiling, I walk towards the bed, climbing onto it, I move so that my legs are on either side of him. Leaning down, I kiss his lips softly, beckoning him to wake up.His eyes open as he looks at me. I begin to move, my kisses running down his neck. I need him again. My lips trail down to his chest, kissing his torso as I keep going. I want to see the real Jackson. I can see he is holding back, yet part of me craves that par
She sits down on the bed and looks at me.“I'm interrupting something, aren't I? I just came to see, well, it doesn't matter, it can wait.” She moves, getting ready to walk out. Taking the plunge, I stop her. I need to stop hiding myself.“No, you're not. Why don't you stay and join us?” What am I doing? She is looking at me and then at Jackson. Jackson looks like he isn't sure what to do now. I don't know either, but I know I am hot, ravenous, and I want more.Pulling her to me, I start to kiss her. Her body goes into shock, then her lips begin to kiss me back. She begins climbing onto the bed, her legs straddling me, her hands pulling my shirt off. I can see Jackson out of the corner of my eye, ready to leave. He clearly thinks he isn't invited.“Don't leave, come here.”My words rushed.Her lips start kissing down my neck. Jackson looks at her. He clearly won't without her approval. I can’t help but smile, at the fact he is so cautious about even being in the room with us without he
“I will be right down.” I look at him, wondering what is happening.“Liam is trying to get upstairs. We need to get dressed and go down.” All three of us begin moving and getting dressed before we walk downstairs. Sure enough, Liam is being held back by two men.“Seriously, you can't trust me to walk to your room?” He looks rather frustrated that he can’t get upstairs. Why is he even trying to anyway?“Look, Liam, if you want to use the services here, you can, but you'll have to book in and follow the rules like everyone else. Plus, pass all the checks.” Jackson looks towards the receptionist.“What, like she does? So, it's okay to bend the rules for her?” Liam is clearly not happy, his finger pointing at me. Why has he now gone back to hating me?“Liam, she is my partner, so yes, she can use this building just like me. It is my business; she is my partner, so it is just as much hers.” Jackson says it softly, trying not to cause more trouble as guests are watching. My eyes stare at hi
Looking at him, I am in awe. I cannot cook, not at all.“I never see you cooking. Why?” He looks at me while mixing the food.“I can't cook. We live on takeaways, restaurants and well, ready meals.” I can't help but laugh at it - me, Georgina and Liam cannot cook, yet here is Jackson, like a chef. How is that even possible? His eyes look up at me. He looks shocked.“Seriously?” Yes, he certainly is in shock.“Really, none of us can cook, so we just got used to eating what others cook and deliver.” It really isn't a big deal, yet he looks astounded by the thought. I can cook, just it always gets burnt. That is one thing Max hated. I would be so worried he wouldn’t be happy that I would mess up.“You can't live like that, seriously. At some point, you will need to learn to cook. You can't exactly be healthy eating that junk.” He begins opening cupboards, serving up the food. He puts it on the plates, carrying them to the table. Sitting, we eat, his eyes on me the whole time. I can sense
Arriving at the graveyard, I can't help but feel relief. Liam leads the way. Jackson is holding my hand as we walk behind Liam. The woman at the grave looks old like she has aged far quicker than she should have. She walks towards us, her arms wrapping around me, a smile on her face.“Hi Alena, I'm Helen, Jackson's Mum. You look well, all things considered.” She is smiling, hugging me tightly; she seems nice. Liam had her sound scary and mean. Her Scottish accent clearly stuck.“Hi, Mum.” Jackson smiles as he says the words, and she lets go of me, hugging him. Jackson kisses her cheek.“You look well, Jackson, really well.” She smiles at him. Turning, we walk to the grave. I watch as they lay flowers down. Standing, they are reminiscing and discuss what has happened recently. I feel out of place like I shouldn't be here. I have no idea who Katy was, and I never met her.Her grave reflects someone who is loved dearly. Next to it lies Jackson's daughter, her grave equally as beautiful.
“This is the only time I will do it, and I wouldn’t be doing it now if you hadn’t gone on about needing more so much during sex. This will be the only time Alena. After this, we need to talk. There are rules to this.” His lips gently kiss mine.What rules come with this? I will agree to all the rules if he does it again, and I don't even know what is coming yet. Looking at the chair, it is scary. There is no seat.He moves my body, sitting me down so that my body is balanced on my legs and feet. Jackson’s hands are slowly tying my ankles and wrists to the chair as his mouth kisses down my neck slowly. Reaching my breasts, his lips kiss my nipples, then gently suck them in his mouth. He keeps going, his mouth moving down, settling between my legs as his tongue teases my wet pussy.His hands checking the straps are tight enough, my body already craving more of him, the leather straps making me moan.“We will stick with red for now. Red is your safe word, Alena. Later you can pick anothe
"So, what was all that about, the only time you will do this?” My voice is quiet, weak as my breathing is slowly steadying.“Well, usually when I do things like that, I have a contract, or at least a list of what people are willing to try and not try, rules in place, but kind of hard to sit there and sort that shit out, when you're screaming during sex ‘you need more’.” I can't help but smile.“We will sort it out, and then I can play without the worry that I am going to use something or do something you don't like.” He is weird, so kind, yet so different in the bedroom.“I like just about everything.” Laughing at myself, I loved all that. Why would I not like everything else?“You say that now, but when there is a list in front of you, I am sure your mind will change. Right now though, it doesn’t matter. Light bondage from now on until it's sorted.” His lips pressed against mine.“Let's get cleaned and eat.” I love his cooking; how can I refuse? Getting out of bed, we get showered, t