Dancing

“So, you’re not his submissive?” Looking at her, and she shakes her head at me. I don’t understand Jackson. He amazes me with the fact that he can give up that part of his life for someone he loves.

“That is a shame, so you’re not into the whole being tied up and dominated then?” I know what she likes. I talk to Jackson daily. He has spoken about her, but he was not sure about her meeting us.

“I am, I can’t say I did a lot of it before Jackson, but I am.”

Our eyes connect. I love her eyes, she stays staring at me, and I wish I knew what she was thinking. Her eyes keep looking down at my body.

“I know, Jackson talks.” Smiling at her, my response makes her freeze. Okay, that sounded wrong.

“Wow, don’t freak. I don’t mean what you do in the bedroom and stuff. I mean your ex, Max.” I know I shouldn’t be saying some of this, yet I feel compelled to, who is this woman? My sentence just makes her worse. She looks like she has seen a ghost just from hearing his name.

I knew things had been bad. Jackson asked me to find the guy, but without his details, I couldn’t.  Cupping her chin, I pull her face up so she is looking at me. Her face shows her terror even now when she is safe.

“Don’t worry, he can’t hurt you while you’re with Jackson. I tried to dig some info on him, but it is hard without his last name.” She looks slightly relieved by the fact we don’t have his last name, why I don’t know. Most women would give it out. She seems too kind for this world.

“Well, I guess you’re going to keep struggling because that name won’t come out of my lips.”

Laughing at her, she looks shocked. I can’t help it, though. She looks so defiant. “I think Jackson should know you’re talking so much filth to me.” Wow, her body jumps away from me. Her face looks offended by what I said. Okay, that was wrong.

“Relax, Alena, it was a joke. You will soon learn that around ninety-nine per cent of what I say is a joke, sarcastic or just wrong.” Unfortunately, that is true. Most of what I say is a joke.

“I think you will find it is more like one hundred per cent. I am yet to hear something true and not a joke or sarcasm come out of your mouth Marcus.” She is smiling, yet I sense she means that. Have I said anything true today, or was it all jokes? Maybe I have not. Well, now is the time to prove her wrong.

“Now, that is a lie, Alena, I can speak the truth. Are you ready for me too?” Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her to me, dancing slowly. I smile at her. She is considering something clearly.

“I am ready. Let’s see if you can speak the truth.” She looks on edge, slightly worried about what I may say to her. Something makes me want to protect her as much as I can.

“You are pretty hot, and guarantee if I knew where Max was, he wouldn’t be walking.” She doesn’t look shocked by my words. Instead, she laughs slightly, her eyes rolling. Fuck if she were mine right now, she would be getting whipped.

“Well, it’s a good job that I won’t be giving out his name, just leave him be, no point in you or Jackson getting locked up for being idiots. Anyway, what about you? No Wife?” Changing the subject, ignoring the hot comment, yet she didn’t miss it as her cheeks flustered pink again. Pulling her to me, my eyes look into hers. I can feel her heartbeat quicken against me, her eyes looking towards where Jackson is. Does she not trust herself around me?

“I have a wife.” Raising my hand, I show her my wedding ring on my finger. “See, happily married, open relationship, but still happily married.” Her body seems to relax at my words. Did she miss the open relationship bit? I wouldn’t do anything anyway, not to Jackson, not a chance. Was there only Max before Jackson, or has she had other partners?

“What about you, Alena? Just Jackson or have you got a few men hidden around waiting to come out when you get bored?” She looks offended by my question. Maybe it is too personal.

“I just have Jackson. If other guys are hanging around, I don’t know about them, and they will be waiting a long time.” So, she likes Jackson a lot then. It isn’t something she is just using to pass the time. I find it funny, she says if there aren't other guys, of course, there are other guys. If there isn’t, they are all crazy. I find it hard to believe there has only ever been Max and Jackson.

“So just Max and Jackson, never had anyone else?” Why do I feel the need to know all about her, every detail? “I am not like trying to, well, I don’t even know why I asked. I was just curious. I would be surprised if you only had two partners, that’s all.”

What was that? I have never got confused, stuttered, or got lost with words before, yet that was me getting lost and not sure what to say. How has she already got me lost for words? Her face softens. Does she realise I am getting lost in my own words under her beauty? Maybe she has. I never get confused around a woman.

“Before Jackson, there was no one since Max, not even a date, before Max, there were two other serious relationships, Max, however, pulled me I don’t know how to explain it.”

I am amazed, it has been years since she escaped Max, and she has only just now found someone she feels she can trust. 

“Basically, the first time we fucked, it was like Jackson and me, but not the same, he was dominant, and I liked that part of him, slowly we built up what was used, and I soon began to realise, he wasn’t just dominant during sex, he was always dominant, controlling, stalking, and well abusive, but it was that being dominated that drew me in, just like it did Jackson.”

Fighting a laugh, I stay serious. It sounds strange the word fucked coming from her mouth, yet so hot at the same time. She clearly likes being submissive, she just needs to find her way through the paths to get there, and Jackson, I have no doubt, will help her safely.

She is clearly reliving some memory in her mind, as her concentration is distracting. What is she trying to remember?

“You’re a good girl then.” Laughing at her, I want to distract her from that thought. But something tells me it is Max and not a good thought. She is a good girl, which is evident in how many partners she has had. I would destroy her and turn her bad. But she is safer with Jackson than me.

“I would say so, yes, although I have had more trouble since meeting Jackson than I have in a long time.” Her small laugh is infectious, perfect at warming hearts. She looks so different to that time with Caroline. I would never have thought it was her. 

I now realise it is her. How did I not realise then? She looked so strong, defiant, and forceful that day from trying to save Liam. Now she looks weak, defenceless, and innocent. I can, for the first time, see her full beauty. In the building, it was dark, and I just held her until the ambulance arrived.

“I know, you were pretty out of it, but I was the one who grabbed you and was putting pressure on your wounds after what Caroline did.” The vision of that day in my mind, her unable to move, passed out in my arms as Jackson cradled Caroline and tried to prevent her from running away. He came close to losing her then, so close, and I saw it in his eyes he loved her. He lost all his love for Caroline that day.

“Thank you for that, for helping to try to find Liam and for helping me as well.” Did she not recognise me either?

Were we both that out of it that night we only just realised we had met before? Looking over to Jackson, I would do it again for him. I would risk my life for him. He looks agitated right now, though, no doubt because we’ve been stood talking rather than dancing this whole time.

“No need to thank me. Jackson has been there for us many times. We would do it again tomorrow if needed. I think we should get back, though; he looks on edge.”

Her eyes now turn to Jackson, realising the same as me. Walking back over together, Jackson smiles at us, yet I sense he is on edge still.

“Nothing to worry about, just talking about how you don’t rock her world in the bedroom.” I can’t help but laugh at my own comment, Jackson rolls his eyes at me, but Alena smiles politely.

“He is joking Jackson, I don’t know him well, and even I know he is joking.” Alena’s reply is perfect. She knows me so well already.

Sitting down, I smile at her. She is so different. “Or am I? She could just be covering her tracks, Jackson.” Winking at her, I hold in my laughter, he knows I am joking, but there is no harm in making her think he doesn’t.

“I am sure if I didn’t rock her world, she would let me know, or at least she would say it during sex.” Oh wow, Jackson shuts me up perfectly. Laughing, I shake my head, picking up my drink. I notice Alena has her hand covering her face. She is embarrassed by that comment. She is so cute; I can see her peeking out of her fingers at Jackson from the corner of my eye.

Sitting, I start talking to Joel. This mission needs to come sooner. I don’t want to be waiting.

“Right boy’s I am off. I will speak to you all tomorrow.” Great Jackson is leaving. Maybe I should as well? Getting up, I hug Alena a little too hard. I may have broken her rib.

Laughing, I put her down, patting Jackson on the back. I say bye and watch as they both leave. Sitting here, I should really leave. I have the next twenty-four hours planned with Rebecca, and while she won’t mind me being late, I would rather not be, and for some reason, Alena has me feeling weird. I need attention, and not the attention Troy or Alexander can give me.

“I am off as well, will see you all at the airport.” Getting up, I walk out. Time to make my way to Rebecca’s, getting in the car, I start driving. Alena is on my mind the whole time. Why can I not shake her from my mind?

Getting to Rebecca’s, I walk in. I say Rebeccas but it is my apartment. She is just what I need right now to help me get Alena from my mind.

“Evening, Master.” Smiling, I walk to her, my arms wrapping around her body, pulling her to me.

“Five minutes, in my dungeon and be ready, Kitty.” Spinning her around, my hand slaps down on her ass. “If I remember right, you have five whips owed to you, Kitty.” Her backchat really does get her in trouble, and she loves it.

“Just five, Master? It does not seem like a worthy punishment.” She turns and smiles at me while walking towards the stairs. If five isn’t enough, then I know what will be.

“If five whips aren’t enough, maybe a cold shower beforehand will make it a worthy punishment, Kitty?” The mention of cold showers and she is back in her place, nodding as she walks upstairs, walking to the fridge I grab a drink.

Sitting, I watch the five minutes tick by. I want her heightened by the wonder of what will happen when I get in there.