Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seductive Vibrations Book 2 Enticing Touch: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Waking up, Jackson is still asleep. I walk downstairs and begin to cook breakfast. I feel a lot better today, despite the bad dream. Music is playing. I find myself dancing while cooking breakfast. Things can only get better from here. My mind feels free for the first time since the car accident, away from myself, dancing free. I don’t even notice that Jackson and Marcus sit at the table until I turn around. “Why do you need classes?” Jackson laughs. I need classes because, while he might think I can dance, I know I can’t. “Well, you seem happier. That is all that matters.” “I am. I mean, surely only good things can happen now, right?” My question is already answered by myself. I know I am dreaming, that it is impossible and there’s no chance that only good things can happen. “Sure Kitten, only good things.” Jackson smiles. Placing the food on plates, I sit and give them a plate each, sitting and eating my own breakfast while t

How do I talk about what happened? I didn’t even tell Jackson everything. “He was at the launch. He apologised, and I walked away and went into my office. Sitting there, it was quiet. I had a headache, but then he came in. I stayed sitting. I didn’t want to try to confront him. I asked what he was doing. He went on about how he wants to be friends, and I am lying when I say we could still be.” She carries on writing, her eyes constantly glancing at me. “I tried leaving. He stopped me, closed the blinds and locked the door. I kept trying different ways to get out, but nothing worked. He ended up having me pinned in a corner, his hand around my throat. He kissed me, so I bit his lip. I was trying to kick him, but it was useless.” I can’t give full details. I did with the police, but I can’t again. “He had hold of my hands. I ended up headbutting his nose, but he still didn’t let go. Marcus broke the door down and stopped it. Jake was arrested and then l

Jackson is looking at me with an expression I have seen a few times like he has realised something. What has he realised? “I think he will go back to how he was before he met Maria. I think he will find a submissive, maybe a brat. He used to love his brats.” He is talking like it is going to happen. I don’t want it to happen. I am selfish. I want him to stay here. “Right, the girls are eating. Now, Kitten, has the bitch left?” He looks at me playfully. Oh, if only the girls were in bed asleep. “I hope so Sir, I am not sure you could do last night all over again.” My mind flitters back to last night, a smile spreads across my face. “I will. I will do anything to tame that bitch inside you and get my Kitten back.” His lips press against mine. Oh, how I wish he could just drag me upstairs now. “You’re so teasing, and you know it, Sir.” He plays dirty when he wants to, teasing me when he knows I can’t have anything. “And you love i

Looking at the phone, Jackson has replied. I was so deep in thought, replaying last night, I forgot about him. ‘If you want to play dirty, so be it.’ ‘I won’t fuck you, I won’t let you finish, I will push you to the limit, and when you’re ready to explode, you have to say ‘yellow’, and I will stop.’ ‘You’re not answering, Kitten.’ ‘Have I scared you with that thought?’ ‘Kitten, Sir, is getting somewhat annoyed here.’ ‘Maybe I should punish you for making me wait.’ ‘There better be a good excuse, Kitten.’ ‘Please don’t say the bitch is out again.’ I can’t help but laugh, although I know I will be in trouble for making him wait. ‘Sorry, Sir. Read my blog post for today. That will explain why I was delayed in replying, and yes, the whole idea scares me, yet I want it.’ I hope he reads and understands why I took so long

Something else is going on, I can tell. “So, you pushed him away.” My eyes fly up to his face. “What?” I feel a puzzled look on my face. “Last night, Marcus told me he can’t live here anymore. He has feelings for you. I tried to tell him it was just with him being so involved and that he would never be invited to the room again.” I glance at where Marcus is sitting. He looks hurt. “He was adamant he did have feelings. I told him it made no difference. You wouldn’t do it. You’re with me. He asked if he could kiss you, now, before you scream and kick-off, I agreed because had you kissed him back and wanted it, I would have let you go. I don’t miss the looks and the way you look at him, so if you did, I would have been fine, and it was also to show him how you feel.”  I didn’t precisely reject him, though. “I didn’t reject him, not at first. I was asleep. He kissed me, I kissed back. I wanted it. I actually went to put my arm