“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
I’m not awake for long before falling back to sleep, my body drifting in and out of consciousness for what feels like days. Waking up, Jackson is sitting on the side of the bed.“You can come home today.” He is smiling, yet the guilt is still evident on his face. “You're coming to mine, okay, no arguing.” He is standing strong, to be honest, though I would rather be with him than anywhere else. Still, at the same time, I am worried about Liam and Georgina.“Will they be okay?” Looking at him, I need reassurance.“If you're meaning Georgina and Liam, then yes. It was all Caroline; you have nothing at all to worry about now. She is locked up, and I am sorry for what she put you through because of me.” I can't help but smile, but at the same time, I feel scared. What happens now? Surely he will have to see her again?He can't just walk away and pretend like she never existed. I can't keep thinking about it. I have to just forget it. After the past few days, all I should be doing is conce
Waking, Jackson isn't next to me. I am guessing it is still daytime. Slowly I climb out of bed, ignoring the pain. Walking downstairs, I finally reach the bottom. Stopping to catch my breath. I can hear Jackson. “How can they believe it was not an accident? So what happens now? Is she being released?” He sounds angry, pausing to listen to whatever is being said. “Well, I guess that will have to do. I have told Alena she can't hurt her, so you need to make sure she stays there. Katy wasn't an accident, not at all. The speed; the fact she headed for that wall. I don't care what she says. Is what she did with Liam and Alena enough to keep her there?” I feel awful sitting here, listening, especially when it is about Katy. I should move. Walking down the next step, I try to make noise, so he knows I am walking down the stairs. “Okay, that will do, thank you, and keep me updated.” He hangs up the phone, turning to me, smiling. “Just in time, food is almost ready, and Georgina is on her
The past weeks were scary. Me unable to force myself to feel how I used to, but all my mind and heart wanted was reassuring. Today proved that, I'm glad he opened up about his feelings, his arms stay wrapped around me.“Jack, where are you?” We both look up at the sound of Liam's voice.“Come on, Liam, you know exactly where he is.” Georgina's loudmouth is travelling up the stairs.“I guess it's time for us to move.” Jackson bends down, kissing my lips.“Hey, wait a minute, so does everyone call you Jack, or what?” I am curious.“No, Liam does. He knows I hate the name Jack. It was my Dad's name. I would rather people call me Jackson.” He slides off the bed, handing me my clothes. We get dressed and walk downstairs together, smiling like nothing has happened.Georgina smiles at me, clearly seeing things are back to how they were.“Did you forget Jack, or were you just hoping that I would?” Liam is staring at Jackson, waiting for an answer. Jackson looks so confused.“Well?” He looks t
“You both realise this is the first birthday I will have spent with him? It is always ‘I’m out with the team’ when I ask.” Liam sulks.I laugh slightly, no doubt because Liam is a fool. I have yet to meet any of Jackson’s friends, but I can only imagine they are more grown-up than Liam. We don’t say anything, all of us standing quietly. A couple of seconds later, Jackson emerges.“Sorted, there is a table being reserved for us. We will wait for Roxy and then set off. Liam and Georgina, you go together. Me, Alena and Roxy will go together. How is Roxy getting here?” He looks at me.“Fine with me, Jack.” Liam grins. Jackson glares at him.“Enough, Liam or your arse will be sitting outside on the steps.” Liam nods.“Sorry, Jackson.” I look at Jackson, deciding now to answer me.“Taxi, apparently.” He merely nods, smiling.“Right, no going upstairs, at all. I don’t care what you are doing; you do not step a foot upstairs. Okay?” Jackson stares at Liam, waiting. Liam nods, still smiling.“
He stops, his eyes staring into mine, his arms grabbing me, pulling my body to his, kissing me passionately, a demanding kiss. I love it.“What do you want, Alena? What do you want from me? What do you expect from me?” His eyes are looking deep into mine, sending me into overdrive. Why is he asking what I want and expect from him? I want to be happy with him and for him to be happy with me. Simple.“I want you, Jackson. I want you to feel safe like I do. I do want more, yes, but I don't want you to move on.” I don't even know if that makes sense to me, let alone him. I just don't feel comfortable saying that I would like to sleep with Roxy again.“Alena, if you want more, and Roxy is your more, you can have it. I am not someone to stop you from having something you want. You need to realise Alena, I am not someone who will restrict you to only one, and only things I want and enjoy. Now can you explain what you mean by me moving on?” His lips push against mine, his body pushing me back
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.