Two hours later, we are still sitting here in the room, waiting.“This is a waste of time. Let’s just go home and forget it. I will be fine,” I say, going to stand up for him to just pull me back down. Well, it was worth a try, but apparently, he isn’t going to let me leave until I see someone. Finally, I get called.I follow her into the room and explain the issue. I am asked if I have suffered any trauma recently. I laugh. Jackson, however, doesn’t find it funny at all.“It should all be on her record.” Jackson smiles, nodding towards the computer. The doctor sits reading my notes. His mouth opens in shock, and then he looks back over to me.“Okay, well, first, let’s see which parts of the body don’t respond as well.” He points to the hospital bed. Looking at Jackson, I feel my bratty self showing up.“That is easy, my arse for one,” I mutter. Jackson looks at me in shock, and the doctor looks confused, clearly not hearing me. He spends a while going around my body, first touching i
Waking up, Jackson is already up. He seems to get up before me and not wake me once the girls are up. Walking downstairs, the twins are sitting and eating breakfast. Jackson is sitting with them. Georgina and Liam are in the living room, laughing with each other. I am glad Georgina has given him a chance. He deserves it. I walk to Jackson, sitting next to him. He gets up, putting the kettle on.“We need to get stuff sorted for when we leave tomorrow.” I look at him. “I need to go to work and sort some stuff out. Troy and Marcus are staying here with you.”“That is fine with me. I am sure Katy, Isabella and I can find something fun to do and get us in trouble,” I laugh, tickling them.“I am sure you will. You’re great at getting into trouble.” He spanks my arse, walking past.“Not in front of the children,” I joke.“We will have plenty of time for that soon, without interruptions.” He laughs. The thought is amazing.“Come on, Liam, hurry up.” I look at him.“Liam? Really?” He is takin
I wake up to the sun shining through the window, Jackson out of bed as usual. I walk downstairs, and they are sitting in the living room, watching TV. The clock says 11 AM. I have slept for hours.“Why didn’t you wake me?” I ask, pointing to the clock.“You needed rest to be ready for tonight. I am used to going days with little or no sleep.” He smiles, sitting with Katy on his knee. Most of the day, we sit here with the twins, watching them playing and crawling around the floor.“You two need to be setting off soon,” Liam comes in, reminding us. I look at the twins and don’t want to leave them.“They will be fine. Just leave. Go have fun!” Georgina smiles, seeing my face. We grab our bags and kiss the twins goodbye. Driving to the airport, I see Marcus behind us. “Why is he following us?” I look behind.“Making sure we get there fine, that’s all, then he is going back there. Plus, Troy is going to drive this car back, so it isn’t left at the airport,” Jackson explains. We finally re
I start talking about something random, trying to distract him, pointing out beautiful flowers. When he turns to look, I bolt. I feel like I am going so fast. My delusion ends quickly as I feel myself being pounced on and falling to the floor.“What was your plan? Get inside and lock me out? So, you could just tease me and get away with it?” His hand strokes my face, and he laughs at me. “Maybe next time run when I am not there, like when I go to book the boat for tomorrow,” he teases, his finger gently poking my breast.“Then you might just have won,” he laughs as his head lowers and his mouth kisses my neck gently. His hands grab mine and lift them above my head as his mouth teases down my neck towards my breasts. His kisses are getting lower.“Damn top in my way,” he groans as his hand slowly pulls the buttons open or somewhat off the shirt altogether.“That’s better,” he groans as his mouth starts kissing my breasts, his hand pinning mine to the floor. His mouth keeps moving down.
His hands slip the blindfold on first, then his hands begin to guide mine up to the bar on the bed and slowly tie them there. I love the feel of his hands sliding down my body, his hands stroking my ankles as he slowly fastens them down, so I am unable to move.He has me. I am moaning already, knowing the pleasure that is going to follow. The whip swings down, hitting my arse. I moan, but it still isn’t strong enough to send me utterly wild like before. He keeps going, the whip swinging and hitting my arse. I hear him growl as he lets himself go free for the first time in over a year.He moves onto the bed, his hands teasing me and kissing my body, the whip swinging down and hitting my arse again. I moan and feel myself pushing my arse up, trying to get closer to the whip. His hands quickly grip me, and I feel his other hand slide between my legs as he attaches the clamp, the tightening on my pussy making me moan.His mouth is slowly teasing the entrance, enjoying my honeypot as he li
Getting back, however, he lets himself be free. His hands spank my arse, walking me into the small kitchen. He places the blindfold on me and leans me over the table, a smile growing on my face, waiting for him to play. His hands begin fastening my legs and arms to it, so I can’t move.His hand spanks my arse, and the room falls silent. I stay standing here, bent over the table, waiting, the sound of the TV making me wonder what he is doing. Has he really gone and sat down, leaving me here naked like this? I can’t help but wonder. About 15 minutes later, he comes back in. The whip hits my arse, making me moan.“Are you seriously watching TV, leaving me here?” I ask him. He chuckles at my question.“Oh, I am. Today you stay here, and whenever I feel like it, I will just come to play, tease, or fuck you. Have a problem with that?” he asks as his hand slaps down on my arse, making me moan. Do I have a problem with it? Right now, no. The thought is actually making me smile. I want nothing
His hands grab my arse, pulling me closer, his hands rubbing up my back. I freeze under his touch.“What?” He is looking at me like he has hurt me.“Do that again with your hand.” I wait and feel his hand stroking my back.“I can feel it all, every bit of it.” I am fascinated like I can feel the touch for the first time ever. I have gotten so used to losing the sensation of his touch as his hands moved. It feels strange but nice. He clearly thinks so as well, stroking his hand up and down my back, watching me enjoying the feeling, my head tipping back as I moan, feeling it. I am excited. I grab the whip, looking at him, licking my lips before biting on them. I’m smiling at him, tempting him to fuck me.“You can try, but it is not going to work. The boat will be here soon to take us to the resort, and today we won’t be rushing back,” he laughs.“Can we bring the whip?” I smile teasingly, playing with it.“Sure, if I can bend you over in front of everyone and whip your arse.” I am not s
His hand smacks my arse. “Keep going,” he gestures forward, so I keep walking. The trees are slowly parting, and I look out. It is beautiful. I scream as the whip swings and hits my arse. Turning to face Jackson, he stands there, whip in hand, smiling.“I thought the whip might enjoy our little trip out.” He pulls the whip, playing with it, wrapping it around his hand, then pulling it free again.“And what is the whip exactly going to be doing?” I ask, watching as he teases me, playing with it.“Right now, nothing. Go look.” He points forward, and I freeze. It is beautiful. We are right at the top of the mountain, looking down at the sea and the beaches. It is stunning. Jackson moves, standing behind me, his arms wrapping around me.“There is beauty in everything. We are so busy in our lives, we forget to open our eyes and take in the beauty of the world.” His words are quiet against my ear. “Imagine if you were blinded tomorrow, never to see again. You would wish you had your eyes op