Walking into the apartment feels so weird. I cannot help but smile at Georgina as she runs towards me. Her grip is so tight as she wraps her arms around me. I feel like crying. Why do I feel like crying?“Finally! Come and get dressed; we are off out.” She begins trying to pull me towards the bedroom. Realising I have my feet firmly planted on the floor so as not to move, she turns back to look at me.“What?” Her face looks confused. She should know what. It isn’t that hard to know why I am refusing to move.“How many times must I say it? I don’t like going out and, after last time, can you blame me?” I look at her, expecting her to nod and agree. Instead, she starts laughing, like I am crazy and missing something. Clearly, I am if she thinks my response is funny.“Clearly, Jackson did not tell you then.” Her eyes flicker to him and roll. “We are all going out to the student bar. They will be at the bar, and we will be at the tables. Totally safe, then we can finally have a girly talk
I cannot believe I am about to ask this, but I need to change the subject.“So honestly, what did you think of Seductive Vibrations?” I instantly regret asking. This is going to end badly.“I won’t lie, I think it is weird. I don’t know. I can’t really say, as it is not something I myself would look into. Are you sure you are okay with it, though? The fact he goes there and has used it before. At least I assume he has used it for his own pleasure before.” She is being honest, and it is not as bad as I had expected. I was waiting for her judgmental opinion, which I believed was disgusted with the whole business and disagreed with it.“I understand, but yes, I am fine with it. He doesn’t use it anymore and told me he hasn’t in ages, not since before Caroline anyway.” I do wonder why he never went back. He stopped because of Caroline. Why didn’t he go straight back there once she left? Maybe he did just see it as a business and not really for pleasure. I need to ask him. I know he said
I feel my cheeks blush, thinking back to that first night.He begins to kiss my lips. “Are you staying here tonight?” His question catches me off guard.“Yes, why?” I look at him, hoping he will stay here with me, but I am not so sure.“I want you to come with me tomorrow. I need to sort a few things out before I leave next week. It won’t take long,” he explains to me, but I don’t like the sound of it.Trying to push the thoughts out of my mind, I smile.“You know I will come with you, but seeing as you’re here, you may as well stay the night. It is getting late,” I offer. It does seem silly, him driving home when he can just stay here, and I hope he agrees, but I am not so sure he will agree to stay here.“Lead the way.” His words shock me. Smiling, I nod, leading the way to my room. It feels unusual being in here with him, standing with him watching as I get undressed and climb into bed, lying next to him. Lying here, we talk for what seems like ages about if I knew what business I
Arriving, we walk in, everyone greeting us. We walk straight up to his office. I feel I can walk through freely without feeling uneasy or awkward anymore. I could easily do it without him by my side as well.“Sit,” he orders as we walk into his office. Obeying him, I sit and wait for him to begin talking.“Before you interrupt, listen to everything.” He looks at me, waiting for acceptance. I don’t like the sound of this. He clearly knows whatever he is going to say is going to make me stop him. Nodding, I wait for him to continue.“My lawyers are here today. We will be making you chairperson of the business; your say has the most authority while I am gone.” His words make me dizzy.“No, what? Why?” I feel scared and fire all the questions at once, but he stops me.“Wait, and listen! You don’t have to accept the money side of it. I would, however, like you to be in control. See it as work experience for university. You are close to finishing the course and being qualified. I don’t want
About half an hour later, we pull up to a shop. ‘S.V. Pleasure’ the sign reads. I turn to look at him, confused. What is this place?“My other business. You will also have the most say in this as well.” I look at the shop and wonder if this is going to be another four-hour meeting. I don’t think I can do that, so hopefully, that one meeting covered both sides of the business.“Let's go inside,” he smiles, opening the car door. I follow, walking in together, he is greeted by the staff who clearly know who he is. They don’t linger though. They quickly return to their jobs, not wanting to interrupt him. The shop is full. I follow him around while looking at everything. We walk into a corridor with several doors leading off it.“These are rooms set up, not to be used, but for inspiration and ideas. Customers can come in and look and see what they think. They can test anything in these rooms.” I turn, looking at him in shock. He can’t be serious, right? His chuckle at my reaction worries m
He doesn't argue but nods.“Come on then,” he grabs my hand and pulls me into the house. “Okay, so downstairs, as you know, office, kitchen, dining room, living room, and this one is the laundry room. That one is just a small room kind of cupboard; rarely gets used.” Nodding, we begin to walk upstairs.“So, to the right, that room is a guest room; the opposite room is obviously my room; next to my room, as you know, is the playroom. The next door has a code.” Typing it in, the door opens.“Safe room. I’ve never had to use it, but it is here if needed.” He shrugs, almost like it is an everyday thing to have a safe room. The room has monitors, a bed, a sink, a small cooker, everything. Carrying on, we walk to two more doors. “Both of these are guest rooms. Those two are empty and never get used.” He points to two of the doors, turning to walk away.“That is everything,” he smiles, looking at me, waiting for me to follow him. Laughing at him, I shake my head.“You missed a door.” I point
I walk further into the room, looking around I grab some items and walk back out again. Jackson follows closely behind. “What are you doing now?” He sounds amused, too amused by all this, and I plan to make that change. I walk into the other room and set the items down on the bed. Slowly, I begin to take off all my clothes before I walk over to the wall. I grab the blindfold and begin putting it on. Then I kneel on the small mat, my arms behind my back, just waiting. His hand pulls me up, and I stay standing.A few minutes pass. Nothing is happening at all. I am beginning to wonder if he has just walked off and left me here naked.Screaming, I bite down on my lip. The sharp sting from the whip makes me jump. It was unexpected yet perfect and leaves me waiting for more. I can feel my heart slowing down in my chest like it always does as my body begins to relax.Once again, silence. Nothing. As if he has left. The waiting is destroying me, but at the same time, I am loving it.All of a
I feel something wrapping around my neck. I assume it is the collar I brought in. I don’t even know why I picked it up. I was intrigued, so I brought it along with a lead, my own mind wondering how a collar and lead could possibly make sex better.I hear a clicking sound, the lead clipping onto the back of the collar.Suddenly everything stops; nothing is happening at all. I am leaning, bent over the bed. I wait. Then suddenly, I feel his cock impale my arse quickly. I begin screaming from pleasure, going to move, but I am unable to, my body perfectly bent over the bed, my legs tied down, and my arms bound.He has me at an angle that my only way out is the safe word, but I am not going to be saying that, not now. This is amazing. He slowly pulls it out again. Once again, I am lying here waiting, my body preparing for the same thing to happen. Instead, I feel a sharp whip across my butt. Before I can even think straight, his cock again impales my arse, making me scream more. He quickly