Waking up, I open my eyes, seeing Jackson looking down at me smiling. I look at him waiting to find out what he is planning he just smiles.

"What do you have planned?" I ask, looking into his eyes, still glazed over. I am glad he hasn't hidden himself away straight away.

"Oh, you will see, now get your arse dressed the boat will be here soon" 

He gets up and walks out the bedroom. My mind can't help but wonder what he has planned, his smile teasing me even now he was walking away, it is imprinted within my mind. I get up quickly throwing on clothes, walking outside to meet him just as the boat arrives. 

Getting to the resort, we sit eating, my mind begging me to ask again, but I will wait and see what he's planned. Everyone is having dinner, while we have just started our day and are having breakfast. 

Our late nights mean we are on a different time schedule to others, but I really don't care. Out here we are just like other couples, every now and then Jackson will do something to tease me, but he is behaving himself a lot. 

Getting back, however, he let 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 across my arse, the room falling 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 across my ass making me moan.

"Are you seriously watching TV leaving me here?" I ask him, he chuckles at my question.

"Oh, I am, today your stay here, and whenever I feel like it, I will just come play, tease, or fuck you. Have a problem with that?" He asks as his hand slapping 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 more than this side of him to stay and play more.

"No problem at all" 

I respond, wondering though if I can really go all day been strapped here, teased and tormented. He starts off slow, whenever he walks in for a drink, his hand swings down spanking my arse, sometimes he walks in and grips my hair slowly kissing me. 

I honestly can have waiting what seems like an hour between him touching me. Sometimes, I could sense him just coming in and staring at me before walking back out. 

The whole thing is driving me wild, it has been hours and my pleasure has stayed right at the edge, waiting for him to release it. I hear him moving, this time his hands gripping my hair.

"Open those pretty lips" 

He demands rubbing his cock against them. I open my lips, and he slides his cock inside me, I begin to gently suck, my tongue teasing, I aren't in the right position to be able to move my head freely. 

He moves his cock, pushing it in and out of my mouth, just slowly teasing himself, as my tongue playfully licks it every chance it gets while I suck him deeper inside my mouth. He pulls it out, walking out the room again spanking my arse on the way past, a moan escaping my lips. 

I stay here, leaning over the table, strapped to it, my legs growing tired, and the rope pulling on my wrists, but I didn't care. He comes in again, his hands gripping my hair once more, sliding his cock inside my mouth. 

He begins soft, after a few seconds he stops being gentle, he pushes hard and deep, gagging me every chance he can, I begin moaning my tongue teasing his cock, I feel like begging him to fuck me but I won't. 

His cock moving faster and harder, pounding inside my mouth as I tease and lick it, sucking on it gently. He groans and pushing further inside, as his juices ran freely down my throat. He removes his cock from my mouth and walks out the room again. 

It has been hours, my legs are giving in completely, I don't want to say the safe word, I am enjoying it, I know though soon I will have to. He walks back in. His mouth lowering and teasing my pussy, playfully licking it and gently sucking it. 

I moan and felt my body relax, it is a good job the table is heavy, somehow not tipping over with me. His tongue teasing me, sending me to my limit, I moan letting the orgasm take over. He gets up and walks away again, he is teasing me, pushing me and I can tell he was waiting for me to say the safe word. 

Stubborn as always, I aren't planning to, I feel myself slowly drifting to sleep, the blindfold helping with how dark it made things. I can feel my body relax, as he walks back in his hand slapping my arse on the way past. 

This time he moves, standing behind me, his cock now pushing inside me, and I moan as I feel my wetness surround his cock. He doesn't waste time, he starts quick and hard straight away having no mercy, pounding over and over again, I am afraid the table will buckle and break from the force. 

He keeps going making me moan, and scream, his hand gripping my hair and pulling it, so my head is lifted up. I moan as I reach climax, feeling my body give in against him. 

He pulls out and I can hear him, grabbing a drink, deciding now was the time, to finally give in and let him hear me say the safe word.

"Peach" I can hardly say it, it is quiet, like a whisper, my body giving up I feel ready to drop, if the table was light it would have tipped over, it is the only thing holding me up. 

I am smiling though, today has been amazing and it is like seeing what Jackson is really like, and what he loves himself. 

He is with me in seconds, unfastening my legs, then my arms. My body going to collapse on the floor as he grabs me his arms carrying me to the bed.

"You were meant to say it before now, not when you went past your limit" 

He whispers as he places me on the bed, removing the blindfold, I just smile, I was not past my limit, I was just too tired to keep going smiling at him as I fall asleep. 

Waking up Jackson is laid 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.

PLEASE NOTE: This scene has forced readers to contact me on facebook, at no point was Alena left out of sight, Jackson could see her at all times and ensure she was safe. There is a danger and risk when you tie someone up from long periods, especially in this sort of scene. So I would just like to point out, although it is not specified, Jackson took precautions and could see she was moving and breathing throughout everything.