“Complete honesty. I don’t want you saying you don’t like something if you do just so you can avoid it tonight because you’re not in the mood. I would rather you were honest and said you were not feeling up to that tonight. I also don’t want you to tell me you learnt your lesson when you know full well you have not.” He looks at me, and I know instantly he is referring to today, but I can’t help but laugh.“I mean that. That was a trick question today; it won’t always be, as sometimes, yes, you will be punished and have to learn a lesson. You won’t learn your lesson this way, and even if I did something like make you have a cold shower, you would still do it, so I would rather you say you are sorry, but you know you may do it again.” Is that all I needed to do today?I wonder how I could have learnt my lesson from him teasing me.“Fine with me. So what happens if, after a week of punishing me, I still have not learnt my lesson, and I still tease you while you drive to a meeting?” I h

“What did I say? What did you agree to?” I look at him, confused. What have I done against the rules? “You must obey me. We spoke about this last night. What happens if you disobey me?” His voice is now a growl. Well, I guess it is time for punishment.“I get punished.” A part of me hates the thought of hours on the edge, not allowed to orgasm. Another part of me is begging for it.“Safeword, Alena. If you wanted me to stop, you should have said the safe word, not backchat and make me look a fool in front of others.” His voice is soft. Smiling at him, I love this side of him. He is standing staring at me still, looking like he is considering what to do. Not having learnt my lesson, I speak up.“So, you're going to tease me all day again and not let me cum? Fine.” He doesn’t answer, his hand twitching at my words. For some reason, I can’t stop my mouth from running.“Is your palm twitching, Sir?” With a quick move, he has me bent over the table, pulling my skirt up. I smile, knowing wh

I can hear him walking around, his hands grabbing mine, and they are fastened behind my back.“What if I told you that my pussy wants my attention. No, it needs my attention.” I move, not replying. I now feel like I am giving up on myself and going to agree. If I speak, it will be a sign that I am giving in. So, I will just stand here, silent, as he moves again.Suddenly the whip comes down faster and harder. I moan before biting my lip to stop myself from screaming.“Doesn’t my dirty little slut want to be pleasured and pleased?” His voice is making me wild. I can’t do it anymore. I am ready to submit and throw our plans away for this. His whip comes down faster and harder. I moan, biting my lip, trying not to give in.Deep down, I know I already have. His hand grips my hair and pulls my head back as he growls in my ear.“You’re my fucktoy, and you don’t want me to fuck the hell out of you?” Oh, he wins! His growl pushes me over the limit, and my head nods in response instantly.“I d

On waking, Jackson is actually looking awake for a change, sitting and looking down at me. He looks worried for some reason.“You okay?” He sounds like he is being careful about what he says. Did something happen while I was asleep that I don’t know about?“Never better, why?” I smile at him, trying to make him feel better.“You don’t remember?” He looks at me, concerned. How can I forget? Laughing at him, I nod. “How can I forget last night, Jackson? Seriously, yes, I remember.”“Not that, Alena. You were fighting air, screaming. I couldn’t wake you up.” I look at him and see the fear in his eyes and realise he is serious.“If it was a dream, nightmare, horror, whatever it was, I don’t remember a thing. I am fine.” I look at him as my arms wrap around his neck. I pull him in for a kiss, trying to show him that I am completely fine. He still seems on edge, and I am not sure how to reassure him more. It was just a dream, a nightmare, whatever, but I am fine.If I can’t make him see, I

Driving, we stay quiet. My mind won’t leave me alone. Nearly at university, he smiles.“Are you sure you want to do this? You really don’t need to. When we are married everything I have is yours. It already is anyway.”“Yes, Jackson, even if I don’t need it, I would like to finish and pass and have accomplished the goals I set for myself,” I explain. He just smiles back. I need something for just me.“Okay, one stop before we get there.” We pull up to an old-looking shop and walk inside. The man looks at Jackson and smiles.“She said yes.” The man's voice is quiet.“She did, indeed. Is it ready?” He guides me to the counter, and I look confused. The shop is for antiques, beautiful furniture and at a very high price tag as well. You wouldn’t think it, looking at the outside though. The man walks back through, a smile on his face as he hands Jackson a box.Jackson turns to me and opens it, taking out the ring. “To make it official,” he gets on one knee and slides the ring on my finger.