The Dom Side

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