His lips press against mine, his hands grasping mine and pulling them above my head. The restraints wrap around them. His hands trail back down, reaching my top. His fingers slide into the top. Moving his hands quickly, he rips the top open. Laughing, I fight against him.
“Another top, really?” He is forever ripping my tops.
“Yes, now shush. Daddy needs to fix his kitten.”
His mouth presses against my breasts. A moan escapes my lips as he does. His kisses move down my body reaching my trousers.
“Mmm, seems there is something in the way.”
I can’t help but laugh, his hands slowly unfastening the button and opening the top. As he does, his mouth gently kisses again. His hands slowly pull my trousers and underwear down, throwing them on the floor. His mouth gently kisses down, his hands pushing my legs open, his mouth kissing my clit as I moan. His head lifts up, his eyes looking at mine.
“As much as I love you not
Waking up, Jackson is not in bed. Smiling, I get out and dress. Walking downstairs, I see Jackson and Marcus talking. I remember that now Jackson is staying, Marcus will be leaving. I need to be strong. I can’t let Jackson see just how much it hurts to see him walking away, or how much it scares me that he might not return. Looking at the clock, it is 12. I have slept half the day away, but tomorrow is Christmas Eve and I can’t wait for Christmas Day, especially to see what Jackson has planned for our night. Walking into the kitchen, I start cooking. I should eat. I have hardly eaten at all. Jackson walks through smiling. “Going to go get the girls. Marcus will stay here with you to make sure you’re okay.” Kissing my head, he smiles, and I have a feeling this is where Marcus says he is leaving and when. Watching him walk out, I don’t say anything else, just staying quiet. I finish cooking and sit down to eat. Marcus walks over to join me.
Looking at him, I smile, my heart breaking slightly at the thought of Katy. “Thank you. Something I don’t know, who was Katy marrying and why isn’t he around still?” I only knew Katy was engaged when she died. I know nothing else and I always put it off, but I feel like I need to know. “She was marrying a man called Mathew. He was a nice guy, the only guy I approved of. The wedding was meant to be a month after the crash. After the crash, Mathew couldn’t stand to be around us.” I don’t understand, why would he feel that way. Jackson and his family are lovely, especially Helen. “Why would he not want to still be here or at least visit you every now and again?” I can only imagine how heartbroken Helen was at losing her daughter and then losing someone she no doubt saw as a son like she sees me as a daughter. “He blames me. I blame myself. Caroline was brought into this family by me. She was the one who took Katy away, and Mathew could neve
“You’re pushing me too far, Kitten. I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.” Maybe I’m not but at the same time, the more we stand here while his finger teases, the more I want him to do it. I can’t get the thought out of my mind. “I think I am ready. All you have to do is pin me against this wall and fuck me. It doesn’t need to have anything added, doesn’t need to be long. Just test me and see if I will.” What am I doing? The image of the videos is in my mind. Why am I so set on him doing this in front of people? “Not here. There are over 100 guests in the three rooms. Sure, there are only like eight here but not here. If you really are ready, I will get a room sorted upstairs now and invite some guests up that I personally know.” Do I really want this? I do want it, but am I ready? Will I really relax, or will I just panic and say no once in the room? “Do it.” My words are strong. I want to see if I can. His face is fu
The sound of Jackson’s voice wakes me. Smiling, I turn to face him. “Happy Christmas, my queen.” His lips press against mine. I actually did it. We made it to Christmas! Today is Christmas and I get to spend it with him and the girls. Lying here, I can’t help but marvel: this life is amazing, and I am lucky to be here with him. I don’t want to move yet; I want to stay in bed and enjoy this moment. “Let’s get up, get the girls downstairs and watch them open their presents.” I would love to stay here, but today is about the girls and I don’t want to waste a minute of it. Reluctantly, I climb out of bed. Walking to the shower, I get in and washed while Jackson walks around the room getting himself ready. I watch him to make sure he doesn’t go under my side of the bed. Once dressed, we walk out of the room together. Waking up the girls and getting them dressed, I can’t help but smile: everything is perfect right now. Walk
Walking back to the kitchen, we continue cooking. My mum and Freya walk in, followed by my dad and step-mum. This feels awkward, very awkward. I had not exactly planned how this would work. “Dad.” Walking over, I hug him, feeling slightly guilty for my mum but I still don’t feel like she is my mum. “Alena, everything is cooking so I think we should do some presents,” Helen calls over. Nodding, I agree. Get presents out of the way and then hopefully everything goes smoothly. Helen and Georgina join us. I walk over to Jackson, smiling at him on the way. He gets up. “Presents time.” He walks out with the girls, Liam and Marcus following. Sitting down, I look around. This is amazing yet at the same time, it feels weird. “Let’s start with the girls. Give them their presents first then the adults.” Jackson smiles and Helen looks as excited as ever. “These ones are from me, Georgina and Liam.” Looking towards her, she pulls tw
“I should be going home as well. Thank you, though.” Freya walks over and hugs me. I have not really spoken to my mum.“That is fine. I understand.” Smiling, I hug her back.“We can stay for a cuppa. Come on, Freya. Get a little warmed up before we go.” Sarah smiles at her. I am guessing this is her way of trying to talk to me and be a mum before she leaves.“I guess so. I just don’t want to be driving too late in the snow.” Freya walks in and sits down. Sarah walks over to me.“How are you?”Looking at her, I smile, as fake as it is. I am trying to be nice. The times she has been around me, she has made a point of making me aware she dislikes me and Jackson being together. I can only imagine what she would have to say knowing about everything else that has happened.“I am really good, thanks, Sarah. Just trying to concentrate on the business, girls and Jackson. How have you been?” I really am not bothered, but I feel I need to ask her back to be polite.“Good. I was hoping you woul
After what feels like hours later, but in fact, was only 30 minutes, the door opens. Looking up, he walks in, totally confused by me waiting for him. “Erm, what is this?” His question shows how shocked he is by what I have done. “Well, I found the bag that said ‘Kitten’ on in your playroom, so I brought it back here and put it on.” Smiling at him, I want to laugh but I won’t. Slowly, he walks towards me, climbing onto the bed next to me. His lips caress with mine, showing his love for me. His hand grasps mine, pulling them above my head and I feel the restraints wrapping around my wrists. “Ah, no, that can come after.” Pulling my hands away, I push him over, climbing on top of him. My energy spikes as I push him down, my hands ripping open his shirt, slowly kissing down his body, my hands unfastening his trousers, pulling them down. Lowering my head, I look up into his eyes. “Actually…” Moving back up, I grasp his
**TW** In this chapter Alena talks about her past abuse by Max. Now is the time to tell him. How has today made me want to share my worst and darkest secrets with him? “When I met Max, he was like you. I don’t mean you’re the same, but he was dominating. I began reading up on it then, just about Dom’s. The first few months were fine then I realised he was shouting at me more, rather than giving demands like you do. He shouted them at me and if I refused, he would punish me: cold showers, no internet, even when I said the safe word he continued. I realised then he was not real, he was not the Dom he had said he was to draw me in. Eventually, when I refused and he realised the punishments no longer made me cry, he started hitting me. Then, as I got stronger and was able to take a hit and stop myself from crying, it turned to punches and kicks.” Can I really keep going? Keep sharing my story with him? From here, it gets worse and I don’t know how I will co