Chapter 40. Wild Sex

Waking up, Jackson is lying next to me, awake, with his eyes open. I move images of last night in my mind, making me smile at him, wrapping my arms around his body. He looks down at me, frowning. My only response is to laugh at him.

“What are you frowning at?”

“You.” He stays staring at me, not say anything. Just that one word, and I wonder what I have done wrong.

“Would you like to tie me to the table again and punish me?” I hold my wrists together, waiting, noticing the marks. My wrists are cut from the rope, but I’m not really bothered. Something about the marks actually makes me smile, and for some reason, it makes me want him.

“Talk to me, Jackson,” I nudge him, trying to get a response.

“You were meant to say the safe word when you reached your limit, not after.” I look at him and laugh.

“I had not reached my limit. I just couldn’t stand anymore. If I could, I would still be strapped to that table right now,” I point out.

“Look