“Good morning, Kitten. You look refreshed.” I can't help but grin at him. Somehow, he has defied all odds, and he has made me want to live life again and actually love it.“I guess I have you to thank for that,” I say sheepishly, my cheeks flushing pink. Even after he's seen me at my most vulnerable, I still feel insecure. I can't help but avert my eyes whenever he calls me baby or kitten.“I thought that maybe today we could have some fun?” His body begins climbing onto the bed and I start to laugh. His eyes are looking at me, amused. “No, I don't mean that kind of fun, unless that's what you require. I mean, we could just stay in all day and explore each other more...” His body is moving closer to mine; how is he always in such a good mood? His hands start grabbing my body, and I can't help but laugh. I jump back, my hand throwing up, telling him to stop.“No, Jackson, I think we can behave for today. I have things that I need to do anyway. I have to go to my apartment as I haven't
“You're back, finally. So was she horrible? Did Daz still fall at your feet? Was he still all over you? What happened?” Wow, fire away with questions. Why don't you, Georgina?“Actually, she was really nice, a little weird, but nice. She has red hair, slightly taller than me, but looks quite similar.” My memory is replaying her in my mind; something doesn't feel right.“He couldn't get the real Alena, so he has gone out and found a fake one? That sounds about right for Daz.” She laughs. I have to shake my head at her. She is going to cause trouble, I know it.“Don't be mean, she did seem nice, and you'll find out for yourself tomorrow night.” I hope she is nice to her. The last thing I want is Georgina thinking it is funny to say something and Daz finding out.“How come you said she was weird?” She is looking at me questioningly.“I'm not sure. I felt like she was constantly assessing me. Maybe she thinks Daz likes me? Then when I was leaving, she hugged me and said I smelt nice, and
Picking up the phone, I send Jackson a text.I can't sleep! I had an awful nightmare again; this place is too quiet; help me fall asleep.I am so used to having Jackson next to me now. When I wake from the nightmare, I instantly relax, having his arms around me. Being here isn’t the same.Poor Kitten, you could always tell me about your fantasy again, this time in more detail. I would love to know all about it. Smiling,I shake my head.Too complicated to explain.Okay, so you want to be with another woman? So, you're clearly attracted to women then. Is there a man involved in your fantasy?I smile. The fantasy has so many versions.Sometimes, yes. But most of the time, it's just another woman and me. I can tell it's different being with another woman, just from the fantasy. I don't know how. I just can. I don’t know, I have never been with a woman.If you ever want to use my business to act out your fantasies, you're free to do so. You know it's 100% safe. I'm happy for you to use m
A couple of minutes later, a woman walks in. She is a few years older than me. She looks just as terrified as me. I feel like I have to say something to help her relax a bit, to reassure her that she is safe.“Hi, I am Alena. Come in and sit. We can just talk, honestly.” Smiling at her, she walks in, sitting down. Sitting here, we just stay silent. I need to make some sort of effort to talk.“So, I guess you don't have a partner?” Looking at her, I smile. I hope not, or, if she does, he knows she is here.“No, I am not really the sort to settle down with a partner, to be honest. Not yet anyway. I have years before I want to settle down. Clearly, you and Jackson are together?” Nodding, in response to her question, I smile.“We are. We are new. Only been together about six or seven weeks, but it is going well.” She smiles; her mouth looks perfect.“Are you okay with this?” Looking at me, her question confuses me.“Yes, we spoke about fantasies and things like that. This is his way of he
Roxy walks over, standing at the table. She smiles, waiting, like me, unsure what to do next.“Hey, Roxy.” I smile at her; she is so cute.“Want to join us for some food?” Jackson looks up at her. Her face is blushing, her eyes glancing at me, clearly remembering what happened, or maybe it's the fact she admitted to me she thought Jackson was hot.I honestly did not take offence, and I won't tell him either.“Come on; you may as well sit and enjoy some free food from Jackson while you're here.” Laughing, I move over, my hand pulling her onto the seat. Roxy sits down, and once again, the awkwardness creeps back in, and I don’t know what to say. I feel like I want to run away.“So, Roxy, are you staying around here long? You mentioned you were just visiting?” Jackson looks somewhat interested in finding out. I am pleased he is saying something; it means the awkward feeling is slowly fluttering away.“I think so. I'm just waiting to see how things go, to be honest. I don't really have a
“Oh, before I forget, your jacket is over there, Jackson.” Georgina is pointing towards the jacket. I had totally forgotten about that. It is a good job that she remembered, but right now, I doubt Jackson will care about where his coat was.“Erm, no, that isn't mine.; not my style at all.” He is looking at us confused, so it isn't his jacket then. I stare at him; it has to be.“Well, whose is it? As it certainly wouldn't fit Liam, you're the only other guy that comes here.” Panic is rising inside me. What the hell is happening?“The door was unlocked, remember, but I could have sworn I locked it. That jacket must have been put there during the night,” Georgina points out, looking around.Has someone else been in here while we slept? Maybe Liam came back with a friend?“Alena, you don't think it was him, do you?” I don't need to look at her to know who she is talking about. Bile beginning to rise inside me. Looking up, fear builds within me. Would it be Max? What would he even gain fro
Sitting here, doing nothing is not helpful. Grabbing my phone, I sit back down. Nothing. No reply at all from Max. What does he want? Why won't he reply? Sitting, we stay quiet for so long. My phone buzzes reaching down. I pick it up, expecting it to be Jackson. It’s a message from an unknown number. “Meet me here. Come alone.” The message has a map attached. Opening it, I know where to go. Georgina is looking at me, expecting an update. “Nothing yet. He says he will keep us updated, so not to worry.” Sitting back, I get comfy, my mind taking a mental note of the address. Surely she needs to leave me alone soon? Waiting for what seems like ages, she finally gets up and walks into the toilet. Grabbing my coat, I sneak out, heading straight for the address, running most of the way. I can only hope Liam is okay. Arriving outside the building, I stop and look in. I feel a sense of danger. Of course, there is going to be danger. It is Max. Should I really do this? Should I just wait an
Struggling over to Liam, I pull him.“Can you get free, Liam?” Looking at him, he doesn't move, so I am guessing not.“No, I have been trying all weekend. She put something in my drink, she brought me here. I remember her saying something about Jackson being hurt. I woke up chained like this.” Looking around, I can't see anything; I can't find anything to use.“Get out, Alena, Get out now! It's you who she wants to hurt, so run.” His fingers rub against my cheek gently. I know he is right, I could see that she won’t hurt him. She doesn't want to hurt Jackson and hurting Liam would. Struggling to my feet, I stumble forward, my legs trying to carry the dead weight of my body. My whole body is hurting.I won't make it. I know I won't. The front is too far away. Struggling forward, I keep going. I can make it. I need to make it.“Alena, look out!” Jackson's voice is loud as something hits me, and my body falls to the floor. Caroline is standing there, a brick in her hand, ready to throw i
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.