1 WORRY
Shock is overtaking me, standing here looking at him, and it feels like I have limited time left in his presence. Why do I feel like this is going to be the end? Will I ever see him again? Why does he have to agree to go on this mission?
“Alena, everything will be alright.” He walks over to me, his arms wrapping around my body, cradling me, trying to comfort me from my own thoughts. “We’ve been going on missions together for years and have never had any problems. I will be coming back to you, I promise.” I look up at him. How can he be so calm and so sure? It is possible he will not be coming back, no matter how small a chance there is. Embracing him, I guess if he is leaving in a week, I will spend this time wisely with him. I won’t waste a second moping around, complaining or crying. I will spend every second with him until he leaves.
“How long will you be gone?” I smile, secretly hoping it will be a few days but know deep down it will be longer.
“A week or two; it depends how complicated things are.” His eyes look straight into mine, melting me from the inside out. Two weeks. I won’t say a week because there is no way I am thinking a week, and he is then gone for two weeks.
“Okay, so we have a week before you leave. I want to spend it with you in every possible way.” I smile up at him, biting my lip, tempting him. His eyes gaze over my lip and back up to my eyes.
“Are you really already trying to seduce me?” His eyes are teasing, and his tone is making me aware it is working.
“If I was, would you be complaining or secretly hoping I would keep going?” My question is teasing as my fingers slowly trail up and down his back under his shirt. He looks at me smiling, shaking his head. I won’t stop. I feel like I need to get as much of him as I can before he leaves, even if it means trying to seduce him into giving it to me.
“You really are one crazy woman, aren’t you? I would have thought you had enough for today, but if not…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, his arms grabbing me, throwing me over his shoulder, smacking my arse and making me laugh.
“What are you doing, Jackson? Put me down!” I am screaming with laughter and kicking against his grip. He carries me back upstairs into the bedroom. Gently throwing me down onto the bed, his body climbs on top of mine.
“You just want to seduce me; well, it’s not going to work.” Jackson’s head lowers as he kisses me slowly. I feel like crying that this will end soon, but I won’t, not until he walks out the door.
“You might regret biting your lip and trying to do that.” His smile is taunting. It makes me wonder what he has planned, but to be honest, I want it, even though I have no idea what it is. I want everything he is willing to give me right now, no matter what it is. He is sitting there, staring at me, his eyes examining me. He looks like he is working out what to do. I can’t stop the smile from growing across my face, feeling like my teasing him has thrown him. He is clearly struggling to think clearly and work out what to do with me.
“You find this funny? I am sitting here looking at you, thinking how far you are willing to go. What is enough for you, and what is too much?” His eyes look at me questioningly. If only I knew that answer, I have no idea what is too much and what is enough for me. Oh, it is; he is caught off guard and is struggling to think, and I love it. Smiling, I bite my lip again.
“Well, we won’t know until you try.” I laugh at his expression; he is looking at me like I am crazy, like what I said should never be spoken in my lifetime. Well, I just did.
“You’re pushing it, aren’t you? You really are crazy!” His voice is filled with humour as he starts to laugh. I will miss his laugh. I will miss him.
“Okay, so we try most things? Not all right now, but I know where to start. Last time Alena, tomorrow you are sorting out what you like and don’t. I am not risking doing something you might not like.” His voice is teasing, yet amused, like he knows what he is going to do and how I will react. I know if I beg again afterwards he will do it again, no questions asked. He said he would only do it once, and this is now the second time he is agreeing without a damn list.
“I want you to strip, no questions asked, and I want you to go over there and strap your feet to that pole.” I look in the direction he is pointing. It looks like the pole is on some sort of chains, like it is going to be lifted up. I feel myself panic, but at the same time, the excitement begins to bubble inside me. I look at him with wonder as to what it is. His smile is soft and delicate. His only response is quick and straightforward. “No questions, you have three options again, do it dressed, naked, or we walk out now.” I don’t want to walk out, and I certainly don’t want to be covered in clothing while he tries to please me.
