His hand is my first warning he is behind me, gently placed on my shoulder. It is so different to Jackson, where Jackson would usually come in, and the whip would hit me. Marcus, though, places his hand on me, soothing almost.
I feel my whole body relax under his touch, still screaming for pleasure. Now though, I feel safe. Maybe this is why Jackson was keen to have Marcus as part of it if it is to ever happen. He somehow just makes me feel safe instantly, something I will need if I really want my fantasy to happen.
The sound of the door closing and locking alerts me that no one will walk in, and I relax more. The feel of Marcus’ hand travelling slowly down my back makes shivers rise within me from his touch.
His hand lifts from my back. I jump as it hits my ass, the pleasure rippling through me, my moans almost escaping. My mind is telling me to take off the blindfold and just pull him to me.
I can feel his movements around my body as he moves. The
Suddenly, I feel arms wrapping around me, Jackson’s arms wrapping around me, moaning from the feeling, I turn to face him. I am still unable to see his face. His lips press against mine. His breathing is so fast, as his body pins mine against the wall, the feel of his shaft hard against his jeans making me want him. How did this with Marcus make me feel so pleasured, yet the thought of it and Jackson now throws me back in the deep end? I need a release again. My hands unfasten his button and zip. “Fuck me.” It is so quiet, I’m not sure if he can hear me. He must have as I can feel him pushing his cock against my pussy, gently moving and teasing. The feeling explodes through my body as he moves slowly and gently. I don’t want slow and gentle. I want hard and fast. My hands pull him to me as I lift myself, using him and wrapping my legs around his waist. “Hard.” I moan, pulling him to me, trying to get more. He growls
I cook tea for us all, and then after everyone finishes, Helen leaves to go home. Liam gets up as she is leaving, and I take the girls to bed. Afterwards, I find Jackson. I need to tell him. She is his Mum, and I feel awful if it is something serious and he has no idea. Sitting here, I explain to him about today. He doesn’t look too worried, which makes me feel better because if he isn’t, then I am probably overreacting. He leans forward and kisses me, smiling, and I feel myself relax. “Well, that is a relief. When she mentioned doctors, and it would create more upset, I panicked a little.” I smile, feeling myself relax more. I was just overreacting. Even Jackson was looking at me like I was crazy. “Why would it cause upset? What do you mean by that, Alena?” Now he looks concerned. Her looking worn out doesn’t concern him, but that does. “I don’t know. I asked, and she told me not to worry my pretty head, everyone dies at some point, and she w
Marcus comes in, looking like he has had a bad day. I walk to the kitchen, offering to get him a drink and sort him some food. He refuses the food but accepts the drink.I can’t help but wonder what has happened with him and Maria, so I decide I will ask.“Has Maria left now then? I don’t understand why you couldn’t work it out. She loved you.”“Not as simple as love anymore. We decided years ago what we wanted from our lives. She changed. She decided she wanted kids, another life away from here, away from me.”Oh wow, surely, she didn’t want to get away from him?“I don’t think she was going away from you. I guess if she decided she wanted kids and you don’t, then that would have been the final push to her leaving. I can’t see why anyone would walk away from you because of you.” I can’t. He is amazing, kind and caring. He is excellent with the girls.“
The feel of lips pressing against mine wakens me, my eyes opening and Jackson’s right there, looking down at me, full of sympathy and apology, but it is too late. How could he not even reply to the text? “Sorry. Before you shout, just hear me out, please.” I stay quiet, waiting for him to continue. “I had planned something or rather, booked something today. It was not meant to take long, a couple of hours. I left my phone in the car. I am a jerk. I know I am.” He looks at me. “All I can do is apologise. The whole point was I would go there, find out other options for my Mum and come back. I was meant to be back within a couple of hours. As I got in the car and saw that picture, I realised I fucked up, totally fucked up Alena, and I am sorry.” I want to say I hate him, that his apology means nothing, that he hurt me, scream at him and hit him for making me feel like he doesn’t love me. I just don’t get how it could take all day. “I remember the
His hand pulls the lead, dragging me down to my knees. I watch as he slides his hips forward. His cock comes towards my face, as I stare into his eyes. Slowly I lower my mouth around him, sucking him in gently and teasingly. My mouth is sinful and corrupt as it teases him perfectly, my eyes watching his face as his cock begins to throb harder and faster. Moaning against his cock, watching as desire flashes across his face, his hand pulls the lead, forcing my head to go further down, taking his cock deeper into my mouth. His moans get louder, the grip on the lead pulling tighter, so, with each suck, his cock goes further into my mouth, gagging me. My moans against his cock vibrating as I feel the wetness between my legs grow. His eyes are on mine. Moving my hand between my legs, I rub, feeling the juices drip over my fingers, lifting my hand up to my mouth. Pulling away from his cock as I suck my fingers into my mouth, moaning at the unique taste
Lying next to me, his fingers trail around my body. “I have to admit, I fucking love looking at the marks on your body.” For the first time, I look down, my eyes going wide. There are bite marks all over my skin, red marks from where the whip had hit me, and cuts from the rope. While I should be disgusted, I smile. It will be a reminder of tonight, a reminder of us being totally free to explore but, mostly, it shows that I am not free for anyone else to have. His hands begin rubbing the cream on my body like he always does, quietly just watching me as he does. “I want to collar you.” His words throw me. I look up, knowing what he means, but unsure how it will work. I read about collaring, a ritual or ceremony where the Dom collars his Submissive, Slave or Brat. It shows she is his, and it symbolises the transfer of power from a submissive to a Dom. While I have no issues with this, I’m not so keen on wearing the collar around my own family, so before I agree, I need to know how mu
Back downstairs, Jackson is cleaning the kitchen. Liam and Marcus sit talking, and the girls are in the playroom. I go to Jackson and help clean up quickly. I’m still smiling after last night and still wearing the collar. It gets a confused look from Liam. Marcus, however, has a look of respect and then laughs at me, playfully winking. I can’t help but laugh. Georgina looks pissed off with me, though. “Are you seriously going to wear that thing all the time? What will people think?” Her words are loud and cold. Turning, I smile at her gently, trying not to cause an argument. My reply is the best I can think of at the time. “That is the point, Georgina. I have given up giving a shit about what other people think. All that did was get me screwed over time and time again. I know what it symbolises; I know what happens in our life, in our bedroom. I know there is no shame in it, so if people have an issue or don’t like it, guess what, I don’t care.”
Marcus is standing behind me, his arms wrapping around me. “Alena, are you okay? You sounded like you were being murdered.” My body trembles next to his. It felt so real, so, so real. I need to call Jackson. I need to make sure he is okay. Walking back into my room, I grab the phone and dial Jackson’s number, waiting for him to answer, but he doesn’t. Why isn’t he answering? Is this it? Has he gone for good? Will she come for the girls? “Alena, what are you doing? If you’re calling Jackson, there is no point. He is in meetings until after 2 am. You’re safe and fine. I am here.” “I just want to make sure Jackson is safe. That is all.” My fingers start redialing his number. Marcus sits next to me on the bed, his hand clasping around mine. “He is fine, totally safe Alena. He was in a meeting when I left. He is with loads of people. It was just a dream.” I wish his words comfort me. I need Jackson. I need him to hold me and tell