Todos los capítulos de Seductive Vibrations : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 109

I start talking about something random, trying to distract him, pointing out beautiful flowers. When he turns to look, I bolt. I feel like I am going so fast. My delusion ends quickly as I feel myself being pounced on and falling to the floor.“What was your plan? Get inside and lock me out? So, you could just tease me and get away with it?” His hand strokes my face, and he laughs at me. “Maybe next time run when I am not there, like when I go to book the boat for tomorrow,” he teases, his finger gently poking my breast.“Then you might just have won,” he laughs as his head lowers and his mouth kisses my neck gently. His hands grab mine and lift them above my head as his mouth teases down my neck towards my breasts. His kisses are getting lower.“Damn top in my way,” he groans as his hand slowly pulls the buttons open or somewhat off the shirt altogether.“That’s better,” he groans as his mouth starts kissing my breasts, his hand pinning mine to the floor. His mouth keeps moving down.

Getting back, however, he lets himself be free. His hands spank my arse, walking me into the small kitchen. He places the blindfold on me and leans me over the table, a smile growing on my face, waiting for him to play. His hands begin fastening my legs and arms to it, so I can’t move.His hand spanks my arse, and the room falls silent. I stay standing here, bent over the table, waiting, the sound of the TV making me wonder what he is doing. Has he really gone and sat down, leaving me here naked like this? I can’t help but wonder. About 15 minutes later, he comes back in. The whip hits my arse, making me moan.“Are you seriously watching TV, leaving me here?” I ask him. He chuckles at my question.“Oh, I am. Today you stay here, and whenever I feel like it, I will just come to play, tease, or fuck you. Have a problem with that?” he asks as his hand slaps down on my arse, making me moan. Do I have a problem with it? Right now, no. The thought is actually making me smile. I want nothing

His hand smacks my arse. “Keep going,” he gestures forward, so I keep walking. The trees are slowly parting, and I look out. It is beautiful. I scream as the whip swings and hits my arse. Turning to face Jackson, he stands there, whip in hand, smiling.“I thought the whip might enjoy our little trip out.” He pulls the whip, playing with it, wrapping it around his hand, then pulling it free again.“And what is the whip exactly going to be doing?” I ask, watching as he teases me, playing with it.“Right now, nothing. Go look.” He points forward, and I freeze. It is beautiful. We are right at the top of the mountain, looking down at the sea and the beaches. It is stunning. Jackson moves, standing behind me, his arms wrapping around me.“There is beauty in everything. We are so busy in our lives, we forget to open our eyes and take in the beauty of the world.” His words are quiet against my ear. “Imagine if you were blinded tomorrow, never to see again. You would wish you had your eyes op

I can’t wait to get home. I feel safe with Marcus and Troy around. Their wives must hate us for taking them away from them. The plane finally lands, and I wake Jackson up. Getting off the plane, Marcus is there waiting for us. He searches the airport with his eyes to see if he can see Max.Marcus passes the keys to Jackson, and we walk back to the cars, leaving the airport and our honeymoon behind us. We drive home. Entering the house, I run to the twins and cuddle them, feeling like it has been forever. I don’t think I could leave them again for so long.“You two look exhausted,” Georgina giggles, clearly knowing about the pictures. I shake my head, not wanting to know about the pictures, talk about them or even hear the name ‘Max’ for a long time. We spend all day sitting with the twins.When we get them into bed and asleep, we go and sit with Marcus to discuss things. I can’t look at him, Troy, or anyone, knowing they have seen the pictures and small video clips of me.“We got two

Walking upstairs, I feel like I need to escape for a bit. Sitting on the bed, the door opens, and Jackson walks in, clearly seeing I am worried. He stands at the door, staring at me. It feels like last time all over again. I have no idea if he will come back or not. Getting up, I decided I should just face the fact that he is leaving. Going to walk out the door, he stops me. His hand wraps around my waist, pulling me to him, his hands holding me against me. I try to keep my mind clear. My hands trail over his uniform. I can barely feel him. Does he really need a vest? My question to myself is stupid. This is Max. There is never too much protection from him. He moves, his body now pinning me against the door, his hands feeling my body; he stays quiet, not talking. His hands begin to unbutton my trousers, sliding them down. Moaning, I unfasten his, my hands reaching in and feeling his shaft, hard and waiting. His hands cup my arse, lifting me, my legs wrapping around him, his body pus