Chapter Ten
I snuggled into Jackson on a Saturday morning, luxuriating in the fact that I didn’t have to get up and neither did he—at least until noon. We had the morning free; I had some shopping to do, and then there was Jackson’s business meeting that evening, one he insisted I attend. Actually, I wanted to be with him. I always wanted to be where he was near; he was where I felt safe from impending doom. When I wasn’t with him, I often felt one step away from disaster. I’d wonder if I was living in a dream…perhaps, reality had shifted, I’d exchanged one life for another caused by some cosmic glitch…or perhaps, I was exactly what I appeared to be: a sexually frustrated woman who had just handed away her power to a man. I felt no personal responsibility being Jackson’s submissive. When
