I look up at him; if I don’t tell him and walk away, I am refusing to move on, and in a way, I am letting Max win. “I was engaged to someone; the guy wasn't a nice person at all, and the relationship got to the point where he had my phone, he checked any calls and texts before I did. When I answered calls, it had to be on loudspeaker. I couldn't go out anywhere. Eventually, I couldn't even go to university without him.” Taking a break, I have a drink, his eyes still on me. I can’t tell him everything; I don’t feel strong enough right now. “He'd accuse me of things. It got to the point that I was not allowed my phone, I couldn't leave the apartment, and I never saw family or friends. One night I ran, going to Georgina's she drove us here. We stayed in a hotel until we found the apartment. That is why I flipped when I thought you answered my phone and why I freaked out by you demanding to know where I was.” I can't tell him the details; I can't go into that much without breaking down.
I wrap a towel around me and walk to my bedroom, I jump and nearly scream. Jackson's sat on my bed, holding a coffee. I forgot about him still being here.“What is it with me scaring you? Do I look like a monster or something?” He laughs, touching his face to make sure it feels okay.“Have you looked in the mirror lately? You're far from monstrous. I just forgot you were here, that's all.” Explaining my weird behaviour, I climb onto the bed next to him, realising I am wearing just a towel and holding it closed tightly. Why? I feel my head shake, Jackson isn’t Max.“You look much better; I am guessing you needed that sleep?” His hand rubs my arm, his eyes watching me.“I certainly did. I'm glad I don't have university. What time is it anyway?” I have not even checked.“It's one-thirty; you missed breakfast and dinner.” His smile grows slightly.“Oh, crap, I should get up. I have work today. Did you stay over?” My mind is trying to remember what happened after I fell asleep at the door,
Waking up, dazed, I try finding the button for my alarm to turn it off. Hitting it, the room falls silent, finally back to normal. Walking into the shower, I smile. I can't wait for today, I can't wait to see Jackson and just enjoy the rest of my time with him. Getting dried and dressed, I walk into the kitchen. Georgina sits quietly. Joining her for breakfast, I sit waiting. “You do realise I've not forgotten, right? I want all the details when we get a chance, maybe a girl's night out?” A laugh of disbelief escapes my lips, hearing her night-out idea. “A girl's night out! Do you not realise that all of these events happened because of your last night out that you planned?” I am joking, but there is no way I am doing another night out. “Okay, fine, what about a girl's night in? We'll send Liam away for the whole night. It'll just be us two, on the sofa, chick flicks and wine. What do you say?” She looks so hopeful. How can I say no? To be honest, a night in sounds great. Just us
After around fifteen minutes, I feel restless. How far are we going? “Okay, so where are we going? China? Is your business really this far away?” I look at him curiously. “Yes, well, one of them is anyway. I told you my business is open in a few locations. Sometimes it has a few problems, and I have to call in. We'll be arriving in around fifteen minutes.” The car falls silent again, my mind throwing ideas at me. I need to ask. I can't just sit and wait. “So, it isn't selling drugs?” I need to keep an open mind. If I guess right, I need not to freak out. “No, that's a bit over the top, don't you think?” He is laughing, at least that's a good sign; it means he isn't offended by me guessing wrong. “Okay, is it weapons?” Prompting him to reply. “Yes! That's right. I sell guns and grenades for a living that I smuggle back from missions.” He is laughing more. Is he serious? Looking at him, he turns and winks. Okay, he is joking. That is good because, honestly, guns and weapons are ju
Sitting on a chair next to me, he looks at me.“So, tell me what you're thinking? Your face looks like you don't even know how you feel at the moment.” His voice is soft and gentle.Why is all that I am thinking about is to climb onto his lap? The thought is strong in my mind that the door is locked, and no one can come in.Standing up, I walk to him, climbing on his lap, my legs on either side of him, his hands gripping my arse. My lips, pushing against his, kissing him, my hands begin running along his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. Moaning, the memories of the kitchen begin to flood my mind.This is not me at all. How has he so easily unlocked me? His hands grip my arse tight, pulling me to him. Moaning, my hands slide down, my fingers unfastening his buttons. His hands are grabbing mine. Looking at him, his eyes are delving into mine.“Again, tell me what you're thinking, other than you trying to fuck me in the office. Honest thoughts, Alena, please, otherwise I stop all this
“Right, so I have used this place for myself, that was before Caroline, though.” I nod, wondering if he was going to carry on or just leave it at that. Why would he not use it after Caroline? If he likes this, why would he not use this place? Was Caroline into all this?“I didn't use this place because I can't do these things at home. I used it if there was someone who felt safer being here than at my house.” He looks at me, assessing me, making sure he is safe to keep going. I smile slightly, letting him know I am okay and he should carry on.“Before Caroline, I was a different person. I met Caroline. She fell pregnant, and everything changed. I put the whole world behind me, other than business. I stopped being a Dominant and Sadist and became normal. Or what society says is normal when it comes to sex.”Words I know all too well. I feel for him that he gave up a big part of who he is for Caroline. I can tell he is lying. He didn’t become normal, as he says. While this place is fant
Closing the door, Jackson turns, his eyes on me. Grabbing my phone, I quickly tell Georgina I won't be home tonight and not to worry.“What are you doing?” He is looking at me confused, more than likely because I was crazy out there and now I am calmingly using my phone.“Texting Georgina, saying I won’t be home, so she doesn’t harass us.” He simply nods as he puts on music. ‘Eyes On Fire’ starts to fill the room. Now we are in here, I feel like I have calmed down, my rationality has come back, and my wild side seems to have shied away again.He moves and begins lifting me up, his body pushing me against the wall, moans escaping my lips, my legs wrapping around him. My hands start ripping his shirt off, buttons falling to the floor, my wild side coming out again.“Alena, please, can you try to leave at least one button intact?” His voice is seductive.“Well, I could try, but it'd be more fun just to rip them all off.” Trying to rip his shirt open, his hand grabbing mine, holding them
Waking up, Jackson is lying next to me, unmoving. Assuming he is asleep, my hand moves slowly, stroking down his chest. I don't think I will ever get enough of him or his love. His hand moves, quickly grasping mine, a smile forming at his mouth.“Good morning Kitten.” His eyes begin opening slowly, looking at me.“Plan for today?” What can be the plan for today? I should be at work and university, but honestly, I would rather spend all my time here with him.“I should really go to Uni today,” smiling at the ‘should’ because I know I am not going to.“Should? Well, if you should, maybe I should behave myself today?”Laughing at his reply, I kiss his lips.“Since when do you behave?” My eyes begin rolling at the thought of Jackson behaving; it is pure craziness. He chuckles, his body moving quickly, pinning me to the bed, his lips kissing across my body. Screaming, I try to push him away.“No, stop. I mean it, I should go today.” He chuckles quietly as his lips keep teasing.“Should isn
Walking upstairs, I feel like I need to escape for a bit. Sitting on the bed, the door opens, and Jackson walks in, clearly seeing I am worried. He stands at the door, staring at me. It feels like last time all over again. I have no idea if he will come back or not. Getting up, I decided I should just face the fact that he is leaving. Going to walk out the door, he stops me. His hand wraps around my waist, pulling me to him, his hands holding me against me. I try to keep my mind clear. My hands trail over his uniform. I can barely feel him. Does he really need a vest? My question to myself is stupid. This is Max. There is never too much protection from him. He moves, his body now pinning me against the door, his hands feeling my body; he stays quiet, not talking. His hands begin to unbutton my trousers, sliding them down. Moaning, I unfasten his, my hands reaching in and feeling his shaft, hard and waiting. His hands cup my arse, lifting me, my legs wrapping around him, his body pus
I then look for domain names. Sure enough, the ones for Jackson's business are available. I click them, buying them. Linking them to the blog, I go and change the whole look, making it look saucy and tempting. I sit looking - at my first blog post.What can I write? I think back and have no idea. I decide I will do a sort of introduction. I start by writing how I was at the start, how I felt the instant pull to Jackson and couldn’t resist him, which meant I lost my mind and all sense when he did touch me.I write about how I thought I knew what I wanted, but I really didn’t, and how Jackson showed me what I needed and found out easily.Finishing the post, I sign it off, ‘By Naughty Switch Alena’.I finish and leave it, not expecting much. Jackson comes in and sits down. He reads it, looking deep in thought and amazed.“Right, time to get it out there.” He opens all the websites where the pictures and videos
I can’t wait to get home. I feel safe with Marcus and Troy around. Their wives must hate us for taking them away from them. The plane finally lands, and I wake Jackson up. Getting off the plane, Marcus is there waiting for us. He searches the airport with his eyes to see if he can see Max.Marcus passes the keys to Jackson, and we walk back to the cars, leaving the airport and our honeymoon behind us. We drive home. Entering the house, I run to the twins and cuddle them, feeling like it has been forever. I don’t think I could leave them again for so long.“You two look exhausted,” Georgina giggles, clearly knowing about the pictures. I shake my head, not wanting to know about the pictures, talk about them or even hear the name ‘Max’ for a long time. We spend all day sitting with the twins.When we get them into bed and asleep, we go and sit with Marcus to discuss things. I can’t look at him, Troy, or anyone, knowing they have seen the pictures and small video clips of me.“We got two
The sound of Jackson’s phone ringing wakes me up. Turning, Jackson was clearly asleep as well. Picking up the phone, we see Marcus’ name, and I immediately panic as Jackson answers. Getting up as he answers, I start grabbing my clothes, getting ready to leave.“What do you mean, look at my laptop Marcus? Just tell me what the hell is going on.” Jackson doesn’t sound pleased. Walking across the room, I grab the laptop out of the bag, looking at it, we haven’t even used it. Sitting down, I place it on my lap.He opens it and clicks the email from Marcus; links and more links. I wonder what they are. I go to click on one. I can hear Marcus’ voice on the other end of the phone, Jackson’s face changing as I go to press the button.“Don’t click it, Alena!” he shouts, but it is too late, I have.“Yeah, she’s seen it. Thanks. Now I am going to get a world of shit. We will be leaving soon.” Jackson hangs up the phone. I look at the image. Surely it isn’t real. I look at him, wanting him to tel
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
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
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 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
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.