I walk to the door, answering it. It is Margaret again. “Hello Alena, great to see you again,” she smiles, walking in with bags of food. Should I not buy the food? Or maybe Jackson paid her enough to cover food as well. No doubt he did because if she asked me to buy stuff, I would come back with the wrong stuff.I spend two hours learning how to cook and make enough meals for 3 days. Georgina also gets involved. Apparently, she would actually like to know how to cook. It would be amazing if the night Jackson gets home, I can cook for him and finally start looking after him instead of him cooking every meal for me.“Great, well, I will come back Thursday, and we can look at other recipes to cook,” she explains as she leaves.“Right, dress time. What time is your Mum meeting us there?” Georgina asks, smiling, far too happy about this.“Around two. Jackson’s Mum will be there as well,” I explain, forgetting I have not told anyone she is coming, but it is my choice.“Let's get going then
Making breakfast, I manage to not burn it, which is a big success for me. As I finish eating, my phone rings, or rather, Jackson’s work mobile. I look at it. It feels weird, but I know I have to answer it.“Hello, this is Alena,” I answer, not sure what to say.“Hi Alena, this is Sarah. We have an issue, and we can’t resolve it ourselves. We have tried, as we know you're busy planning the wedding, but we are unsure what to do. Could you please come in?”“Sure, I will be right there,” I reply, hanging up and getting ready. Maybe this will keep my mind occupied. Driving up, it feels weird coming here without Jackson. I get out and walk inside and am greeted by two angry men and a woman crying between them.“What happened?” I ask, looking around.“I’m sorry again Alena. Susan’s husband followed her here. We refused to let him upstairs, and he pushed past. Security chased him, by which time he had already seen Susan with a couple in one of the rooms.” How do I sort this out?“We don’t wan
I walk downstairs to meet her, greeted by her smiling face.“Hey Alena, how are you?” she asks, smiling.“Great thanks. Fancy a drink?” I walk towards the bar. I can hardly say I feel a mess, and everything is getting on top of me. She follows me to the bar, sitting next to me. We speak for a few hours. I am not drinking so much as I have to drive home.“Want to come back to mine?” I ask. She nods in response. Jackson had said if I bump into her not to be afraid of inviting her back. We leave together. In the car, on the way back home, it is quiet. We don’t speak much. Getting home feels unusual. I am not sure what to do anymore. I know I have Jackson’s permission, but can I really do this without him here and agreeing?“Can I grab you a drink?” I walk to the kitchen, pulling out two glasses and a bottle.“Sure.” She follows me and sits at the kitchen side. We sit and drink for a while, talking about the wedding and other things. She looks at me, her face changing.“I would love you t
I wake up, hearing knocking at the door. I throw on my dressing gown and walk downstairs. Walking to the door, I open it. Georgina is standing there.“I figured I would come today and watch the cooking lessons again,” Georgina smiles, walking in through the door.“Were you still in bed?” She is looking at me shocked.“Yes, fast asleep. What time is it?” It can’t be that late, surely?“It is nearly twelve. Margaret will be here anytime now,” she replies while walking around the kitchen, making herself at home, getting her drink. I walk over to her and have a cup of tea, talking away. My mind now reminds me of Roxy, the fact she is still here.She is asleep, so I guess I will leave her. A couple of minutes later, after remembering Roxy is here, we hear moving upstairs, and Georgina looks at me. “Is he back already?” I shake my head. How could I be so stupid and not remember she would come today?“No, it isn’t Jackson.” My words are cut off by Roxy walking down the stairs in nothing but
Sunday comes, and Margaret shows me how to cook again. She leaves, and I go back to bed. There is no point in me being awake. I am alone, and everything is planned. Waking up it is Monday. I can’t stay in bed. I know Georgina is coming today. Getting up, I eat and wait, and sure enough, Georgina arrives, but she is carrying my dress and hers.“Let’s go shopping. We need outfits for the hen night, and you still need your lingerie!” She smiles, dragging me out the door. I find my dress for the hen night quickly in the first shop, and my lingerie in the second shop. Then another fifteen shops later, Georgina finally finds a dress she likes. We spent more of our time shopping for her than for me, which I don’t mind. Today has gone by quickly, walking between the shops. Getting in the car, I start driving home. We go inside, sit down and eat.“Hen party tomorrow, so early night tonight, and I am staying here.” She smiles, looking far too excited, to be honest. I am not looking forward to i
Yet again, the day passes quickly. I feel off though. I can’t shake it. It’s a weird, sick feeling I have. I have to concentrate though. I check that the flowers are being delivered on time, so they can be set up. I check the reception area and make sure it is also ready. I double-check the RSVP numbers for the reception.Everything crammed Wednesday and Thursday fly by. I am so busy, I have no time for anything really. I eat, plan and sleep. On Friday, Georgina and I spend the night relaxing, watching films. I can barely remember this week. It has gone by so fast.“Still got that sick feeling?” she asks, looking at me. I had to tell her because I was struggling to eat. I nod. Nothing is making it go away. “It has to be nerves then,” she smiles, but it makes no sense.“How can you be nervous if you want something? It makes no sense at all.” I laugh.“You're probably nervous about slipping and falling on your face.” She bursts into laughter at her own words.“If that happens, the wedd
Standing up, I turn my back to him. “Unfasten, please,” I ask, my back to him, waiting for him to unfasten the buttons. I feel him unfastening the buttons. I let the dress drop to the floor, slowly turning to face him.Here I am, wearing a white Basque, suspenders and stockings, not something he has seen me in. I am always naked at the start or not clothed for the bedroom.I watch as he looks me up and down, over and over, taking the image of me in. “Fuck!” is all that he can say as he grabs me, pulling me onto the bed with him. The night is amazing. We are equal, no restraints, no blindfolds, both equally in control. I’m shocked as I take his shirt off and the bruises all over his body. I try to act like I don’t notice them, fighting not to mention them. I want tonight to be perfect.Waking up, I walk downstairs, cooking breakfast for him for the first time, and it not burning. Just as I am finishing, he walks down. “That smells like food that is not burnt,” he chuckles, looking a
“Work was well, interesting. Apparently, two drunk women took charge of one of the rooms.” His hand swings and smacks my arse. I blush as he pulls me closer. “You actually let people watch you be pleasured? What happened to ‘no, not now’? Was I just the wrong person to do it with?” His question is teasing as he kisses my neck.I try to shake my head to clear my thoughts.“I was not being pleasured. I was fully clothed the whole time. I just played with Roxy, I didn’t think you would have an issue with it?” I ask, looking at him, wondering if I had really done the wrong thing. Maybe I went too far, and he didn’t want me to do things without him actually knowing. I was fully clothed, though.“No, I don’t mind what you did with Roxy. I doubt I would have minded had it been the other way around, but really, drunk?” He looks at me, waiting for a response.“I wasn’t, okay, we weren’t drunk. Yes, we had a few drinks for my hen, but we were both sound-minded. I only had three drinks.” I think
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.