All Chapters of Seductive Vibrations : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"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

“So, you're not his sub?” Looking at him, I shake my head. “That is a shame. So you're not into the whole ‘being tied up, and dominated’ thing then?” Looking at him, I am not entirely sure if I should be talking to him about this. I am not sure if he should even be asking me these questions, but I don't want to seem rude either.“I am, I can't say I did a lot of it before Jackson, but I am.” He nods, his eyes looking into mine. He is so big compared to Jackson, my mind wandering and thinking about him, his tattoos all over his body. I wonder if he has them on his chest and back?Why am I getting so caught up with Marcus and what he is like? He is Jackson's friend; I am with Jackson.“I know, Jackson talks.” I look at him shocked. Jackson honestly already has told them about this stuff?“Wow, don't freak, I don't mean what you do in the bedroom and stuff. I mean your ex, Max.” My body freezes at the sound of his name. Of course, Jackson will have told him. I didn’t want to think of Max

“Okay, pick a safe word. I have no idea how far you're willing to go, so you need a safe word. I don’t want to choose for you, so red is gone. You decide. Not something hard to remember though.” His voice is teasing as he walks around me, trailing the leather flogger across my body.“A safe word, really? Okay then, how about ‘peach’?” I question why I am asking if it is okay, as he told me to pick anyway. He is looking at me like he is going to laugh, but he isn’t.“Okay, so ‘peach’ it is. You use this word when you have reached your limit when you can’t take any more. Don’t throw it out every chance you get to try and get your own way. You say ‘peach’, everything stops.” His voice is right behind me, and his breath rushes across the back of my neck. The fact he is saying ‘Choose a safe word’ makes me smile. I am getting more. I know I am. At the same time, I can see on his face that he is unsure. He doesn’t want to do anything that might hurt or scare me.“If I have to gag you, which

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 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