Opening my eyes, Jackson is staring down at me. I can’t help but smile. “Morning, Sir.”  “Don’t ‘morning Sir’ me Kitten, with that pretty, innocent look. You know, full well, you’re not innocent.” Trying my hardest to remove my pretty, innocent look, I fail and smirk. Why am I smirking? I have no idea. “Smirking at me? Really, Alena? You’re lucky your body needs to recover because, by god, you need to be punished.” His words make my smirk grow bigger. “Twitchy palm, Sir?” I can’t help it. Today I feel like a brat, 100%, a total bloody brat, and when I am better, my punishment will be epic! “Twitchy?  No, not twitchy. It is jumping, waiting to spank you, but you enjoy me spanking you, so that won’t be your punishment, Kitten.” Pushing my lips into a pout, I sulk, looking up at him through my eyelashes, trying to tease him. “Please, Sir.” Climbing to my knees, I lean forward, ass sticking in the air. “Please, Sir? What

“They must have taken the twins out,” Jackson says, walking to sit on a chair. “So, you get turned on by having tattoos done then? I hope that is what caused the wetness between your legs Kitten, and not Demitri.” His hands grab me, his fingers grabbing between my legs, the leather still there, teasing me perfectly. Looking at me, he is waiting for me to answer him, his fingers collecting the juices between my legs.   “About 1% Demitri, and 99% getting the tattoo done, Sir.” My voice is quiet. “You’re so fucking hot. Seriously, I could fuck you right now, Kitten.” His words make me want him more, the wetness building between my legs. Smiling, I lift the dress up, take it off, and drop it on the floor. His eyes watch me the whole time. Slowly dropping to my knees, I wait, kneeling at his feet. “Fuck me then, Sir, I am waiting.” Biting my lip, I try to tempt him into saying ‘yes’. I need this. The tattoo has me right on edge. I could e

Waking up, Jackson isn’t in bed next to me, and the girls are still asleep. Walking around, I can see Jackson still isn’t home. It’s 6 am so. clearly, there was a lot of trouble at the business. I should use this free time to get started on my own business. Everything is coming along great. The building is apparently looking fantastic, based on the images I have received. I have been trying to stay away from it while it is being renovated, so I don’t delay it. I have the flyers and everything, an online booking system, a date to open and hundreds of emails from potential trainers and customers. I had decided on pole dancing classes, lap dance, general meet-up groups and confidence booster classes. The whole aim is to make women feel more confident and happier. Those who struggle with confidence can come as a group for a fun night out, or on their own. I have online interviews booked for the trainers rather than face-to-face. While the building is off-limits,

Taking my clothes off, I kneel on the floor, waiting for him to start, my mind slowly closing off, all the thoughts flying away. If you could see my thoughts now, they would be like a thousand butterflies flying high, escaping my body, being free and beautiful. Leaving nothing but silence behind, a beautiful empty space. I hear his footsteps coming towards me. His hand grasps mine to pull me up. Turning to look at him, I can feel myself melt. He is standing there in leather trousers. I want to jump on him! He is teasing and playing unfairly. He knows it, and I love it.   “I’m not going to blindfold or gag my Kitten for this. I think you will want to see.” Oh, hell yes, I want to see it. Just the sight of him is turning me on so, not a chance. I want to see him while he plays. Leading me over to the wooden table, his arms wrap around me, lifting me on it. He pushes me back, so I’m lying down.  My arms stretch high above my head, the feel

Things are great. Everything is looking up. Reaching a crossroad, I put my foot on the brakes, but nothing happens. Panic rises in me. I look at Jackson, turning the corner, grateful there are no cars.   “The brakes aren’t working, Jackson.” My voice is panicked, my legs shaking, unsure what to do. His laugh throws me. Does he think this is a joke?  I have already crashed a car once this month.   “Jackson, I mean it. What the hell do I do?” He looks up at me now. Seeing the panic in my eyes, his whole body shifts. “Right, change gears, slowly, keep dropping until your in second and move your foot off the clutch slowly.” I do as he says, moving my foot off the clutch slowly, unsure of what ‘slowly’ means.   “Good, I am going to pull the hand brake. We should be going slowly enough that it doesn’t throw us off the road.” Watching as his hand grips it, I close my eyes, not wanting to see. “Alena,