Looking at him, I am in awe. I cannot cook, not at all.“I never see you cooking. Why?” He looks at me while mixing the food.“I can't cook. We live on takeaways, restaurants and well, ready meals.” I can't help but laugh at it - me, Georgina and Liam cannot cook, yet here is Jackson, like a chef. How is that even possible? His eyes look up at me. He looks shocked.“Seriously?” Yes, he certainly is in shock.“Really, none of us can cook, so we just got used to eating what others cook and deliver.” It really isn't a big deal, yet he looks astounded by the thought. I can cook, just it always gets burnt. That is one thing Max hated. I would be so worried he wouldn’t be happy that I would mess up.“You can't live like that, seriously. At some point, you will need to learn to cook. You can't exactly be healthy eating that junk.” He begins opening cupboards, serving up the food. He puts it on the plates, carrying them to the table. Sitting, we eat, his eyes on me the whole time. I can sense
Arriving at the graveyard, I can't help but feel relief. Liam leads the way. Jackson is holding my hand as we walk behind Liam. The woman at the grave looks old like she has aged far quicker than she should have. She walks towards us, her arms wrapping around me, a smile on her face.“Hi Alena, I'm Helen, Jackson's Mum. You look well, all things considered.” She is smiling, hugging me tightly; she seems nice. Liam had her sound scary and mean. Her Scottish accent clearly stuck.“Hi, Mum.” Jackson smiles as he says the words, and she lets go of me, hugging him. Jackson kisses her cheek.“You look well, Jackson, really well.” She smiles at him. Turning, we walk to the grave. I watch as they lay flowers down. Standing, they are reminiscing and discuss what has happened recently. I feel out of place like I shouldn't be here. I have no idea who Katy was, and I never met her.Her grave reflects someone who is loved dearly. Next to it lies Jackson's daughter, her grave equally as beautiful.
“This is the only time I will do it, and I wouldn’t be doing it now if you hadn’t gone on about needing more so much during sex. This will be the only time Alena. After this, we need to talk. There are rules to this.” His lips gently kiss mine.What rules come with this? I will agree to all the rules if he does it again, and I don't even know what is coming yet. Looking at the chair, it is scary. There is no seat.He moves my body, sitting me down so that my body is balanced on my legs and feet. Jackson’s hands are slowly tying my ankles and wrists to the chair as his mouth kisses down my neck slowly. Reaching my breasts, his lips kiss my nipples, then gently suck them in his mouth. He keeps going, his mouth moving down, settling between my legs as his tongue teases my wet pussy.His hands checking the straps are tight enough, my body already craving more of him, the leather straps making me moan.“We will stick with red for now. Red is your safe word, Alena. Later you can pick anothe
"So, what was all that about, the only time you will do this?” My voice is quiet, weak as my breathing is slowly steadying.“Well, usually when I do things like that, I have a contract, or at least a list of what people are willing to try and not try, rules in place, but kind of hard to sit there and sort that shit out, when you're screaming during sex ‘you need more’.” I can't help but smile.“We will sort it out, and then I can play without the worry that I am going to use something or do something you don't like.” He is weird, so kind, yet so different in the bedroom.“I like just about everything.” Laughing at myself, I loved all that. Why would I not like everything else?“You say that now, but when there is a list in front of you, I am sure your mind will change. Right now though, it doesn’t matter. Light bondage from now on until it's sorted.” His lips pressed against mine.“Let's get cleaned and eat.” I love his cooking; how can I refuse? Getting out of bed, we get showered, t
The music is loud. Looking around I can easily see his friends. The table seems intimidating. The men are not small. Walking towards them, Jackson's smile grows bigger. I am amazed by how much these men can make him happy.“Here he is, Jacko, late as ever.” Someone stands up looking at him, his eyes glancing at me. I thought Jackson was big, but this guy is bigger, my eyes trailing along his body, taking in his looks. His tattoos are amazing as well.“Hey, lads, sorry, got a little delayed, and I am never usually late. This is Alena.” The guy in front of me smiles.“Hi Alena, I am Marcus.” He looks up, smiling at Jackson.“I see you found a new sub.” My eyes flicker to Jackson as his head shakes.“Not a sub, not this one, although she might be in time.” I have no idea what they are talking about, but something about Marcus makes me smile. Sitting down, Jackson introduces me to the other guys. Everyone is talking and being friendly.“So, Alena, can you keep this one in check? He likes
“So, you're not his sub?” Looking at him, I shake my head. “That is a shame. So you're not into the whole ‘being tied up, and dominated’ thing then?” Looking at him, I am not entirely sure if I should be talking to him about this. I am not sure if he should even be asking me these questions, but I don't want to seem rude either.“I am, I can't say I did a lot of it before Jackson, but I am.” He nods, his eyes looking into mine. He is so big compared to Jackson, my mind wandering and thinking about him, his tattoos all over his body. I wonder if he has them on his chest and back?Why am I getting so caught up with Marcus and what he is like? He is Jackson's friend; I am with Jackson.“I know, Jackson talks.” I look at him shocked. Jackson honestly already has told them about this stuff?“Wow, don't freak, I don't mean what you do in the bedroom and stuff. I mean your ex, Max.” My body freezes at the sound of his name. Of course, Jackson will have told him. I didn’t want to think of Max
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 knowing deep down it will be longer.“A week or two; it depends on how
“Okay, pick a safe word. I have no idea how far you're willing to go, so you need a safe word. I don’t want to choose for you, so red is gone. You decide. Not something hard to remember though.” His voice is teasing as he walks around me, trailing the leather flogger across my body.“A safe word, really? Okay then, how about ‘peach’?” I question why I am asking if it is okay, as he told me to pick anyway. He is looking at me like he is going to laugh, but he isn’t.“Okay, so ‘peach’ it is. You use this word when you have reached your limit when you can’t take any more. Don’t throw it out every chance you get to try and get your own way. You say ‘peach’, everything stops.” His voice is right behind me, and his breath rushes across the back of my neck. The fact he is saying ‘Choose a safe word’ makes me smile. I am getting more. I know I am. At the same time, I can see on his face that he is unsure. He doesn’t want to do anything that might hurt or scare me.“If I have to gag you, which
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.