“Wake up Alena.” His hands are pushing harder on my chest. I have too much to live for. This is not going to take me after everything else. This is not how I will die! I start screaming. I am trying to pull myself back down, down to my body.
My body jolts, eyes opening wide. I am lying on the pavement, Marcus looking over me, as I take a breath. Had I just died?
“Alena.” Marcus’ voice makes me realise how real this is. His eyes are full of panic as he pulls me farther away from the car as we watch it explode. That could have been me!
I feel fine. I’m not in pain, just shock. I could have died. I had died. I drove while drunk. These are country roads which is a good thing because, had it been a busy road, anyone could have gotten hurt.
“How the hell did you survive that? We need to get you to the hospital.” My head begins shaking. He is not taking me to the hospital. I feel totally fine.
“No hospital.” My words are quiet.
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I look back to Jackson. “Is Katy okay now?” I look at her. She looks well, so hopefully it was just a bug. “She is fine. What the hell were you thinking driving that drunk? Then refusing to go to the hospital?” My body jumps back. He is angry, shouting and angry, a side of Jackson I have never seen before. “Just punish me and get it over with.” My scream back at him doesn’t help. If anything, it makes me worse. “What the fuck, Alena. You know full well you never punish through anger, ever. I never have and never will.” He wouldn’t, and that is exactly why I love him and feel safe with him. Max got angry. He would punish me there and then through anger, even if it had nothing to do with me. Jackson, however, seems to get angry and walk away and come back after it had passed. No matter how hard I push, he refuses to punish me if he is angry. “Yet you’re shouting at me, which you never do.” I am too weak and in too much pain to ar
We get to the hospital and the worst part is sitting for hours, waiting. I just want to go home. This is time in my life. Time that I won’t get back, and more than likely, it will lead to nothing, just me being told everything is okay and to go home. The nurse finally calls my name. Sitting in the room waiting for the doctor to start, I feel stupid and like I’m wasting their time. “So, I hear you were in a car accident? I need to ask some questions about the crash first if that is possible?” I nod, waiting for his questions. “Okay. Were you wearing a seatbelt?” “Yes.” I nod. I am not that stupid, and to me, it is a pointless question. It won’t change the damage caused, knowing if I did or not. “Good. Did the airbag go off okay?” “Yes.” These questions really are stupid in my eyes and a waste of time. “What happened? Did the car slide? Flip? If it flipped, how many times?” I can’t remember that. I know it slid
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
Walking back to the bedroom, the house is so quiet. After a shower, I walk out to see Jackson sitting on the bed, waiting for me. “I have messaged Demitri. He can fit you in today if you want? He is currently drawing up a few things like what you want.” Wow, that is quick. I was expecting a month’s wait time, but I am guessing with them being friends, there isn’t. “Fine with me. What are we doing about the girls?” I would love to take them with me, but it is not exactly the best idea in the world. “Georgina and my Mum will watch them. My Mum wants to spend more time with them anyway. Let’s get them up. We will be going around 4.” Sitting, I watch him walk out of the room. I should really get up and dressed, so I move to the wardrobe. I grab clothes and get dressed. Going downstairs, Jackson is cooking breakfast. The day passes quickly with us sitting playing with the girls with the toys they got for their birthday. Georgina arrives
“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
“First, you need to talk to Liam, discussing things you want to try and things you don’t. Make your soft limits and hard limits list. Create a safe word.” How else can I put this? I look at her, considering my next words. “Having a real submissive is a blessing, something to treasure, just as having a real Dom is. You need to sit down and decide, do you want a sub/Dom relationship or just a bit of kink in the bedroom.” She looks at me confused, clearly not understanding. “You can have the sub/Dom relationship that is mostly in the bedroom. You have to talk to him and decide.” Looking at me, she nods. “I know. I find it hard to talk to him about these things. Liam seems to want to jump straight in. He didn’t even ask me what I like.” She laughs, her head lowering slightly. “I will get Jackson to talk to Liam. Remember though, Georgina, while the outside world sees it as them controlling you, they decide everything. It is wrong. When you make those list
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,
“Hey Kitten, what did your Dad say?” He pats the floor next to him. Walking over, I sit down, holding one of the toys. “Not much. He’s coming down. He said he doesn’t want to do it over the phone, which means it is something bad.” His arm wraps around me. “You got through it already. Finding out what happened is not going to hurt you now. Go get some work done. I can’t wait to see your business up and running.” Maybe working will help keep my mind off it until my Dad gets here so, reluctantly, I walk upstairs to the office. My mind is wondering about everything. My eyes blankly stare at the wall. The door opens. Turning my head to see who it is, I see my Dad standing there. Have I really been sitting here doing nothing for that long? My body instantly jumps up and runs to him, my arms wrapping around him, embracing him. I have missed his scent. I have missed my Dad. “Right, come on, sit and let me explain.” He sits down. “You