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
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
~☆~☆~☆ Prologue PT 1 ~☆~☆~☆ My feet barely touch the ground as I run, pain radiates throughout me and I bite back the screams as I run through the streets practically naked. Stopping at the door I knock, and watch as it opens, her eyes widen, and I see every emotion flood through her as I collapse into her arms. She says nothing, just helps me into her small apartment. I watch as she runs around and packs a bag. No words need to be spoken, she knows right now I need to escape, and that is what she is doing. I watch as she places the bags by the door, the knocking as me trying to run and hide, her head shakes, and I watch as she helps me through to another room. Standing, I listen, hearing her unlock the door. My body pushes against the door I am behind trying to use it as a shield but also hear what is said. "Where is she?" I feel sickness rise hearing his voice. "Max, it is like 4 am! I haven't seen her in months, if you lost her, I suggest you look elsewhere not wake me u
~☆~☆~☆ Prologue PT 2 ~☆~☆~☆The hospital is great, in the sense they ask minimal questions and tell me someone else will come to question me and gather info. I don't want to repeat everything over and over. I feel my body shudder and become confused by what I am seeing.I smile up at his beautiful face as he leans down and kisses me.“Amazing second date, Baby.” His finger proceeds to stroke along my jaw as his mouth begins to kiss along it. He is right. This was amazing. I can’t stop smiling.“So, the plan now?” My smile begins to grow as his head tilts slightly at my words.“Well, while it is the second date, it is like the tenth time we have met, so it is on you.” His words are soft against my ear, my body begins to shake from the sensation of his breath teasing my skin. I love this, how he is giving me a choice in everything, not just assuming and trying to get sex. He seems to be going slow, maybe too slow.“How about you come in for a midnight drink?” I can hope, his brow raise
The sound of the alarm wakes me. I hate work, I hate university, and I hate mornings. Hitting the button, I look around. My life is nothing extraordinary; I live with my roommates, and I spend most of my time either here, at university or at work.I should be waking up in a hotel room somewhere, but no, I failed at that this year. Groggily walking to the shower, I climb in. As the water hits my skin, it feels incredible. Today needs to go fast. Tonight, however, needs to go even quicker. I honestly need tomorrow to arrive, like now. Climbing out, I begin getting dried off, my eyes looking around. I will be home soon; tonight won’t be long or late, and then I can just relax and spend a tiny bit of my birthday how I want to spend it. Walking out of my bedroom, it is quiet.Grabbing food, I embark on walking to university. I don't like driving if it isn't too far. My mind is flying away, every thought just running through it. Stepping in, I can't help but smile; a few hours to take m
“What? Oh yeah. We'll be there in two minutes. Stop complaining.” Georgina's voice snaps me out of my memories; she hangs up the phone turning to face me, smiling.“Just Liam complaining we are late; you will love it. Honestly, Alena, you will.” Liam is our flatmate. He is into all things tech - gaming, cameras, computers. I don't see the fascination with it all, to be honest.Why waste time sitting there pressing buttons? That is just me, though, maybe because I am not a tech person, and I don’t understand it. Yet so many do. I guess that's another thing Max hated about me, that I saw that as wasting my time. I wasn't interested in any of that.Of course, he was, and he tried forcing me to be.Liam is nice, though, and he has mousy-blonde hair and green eyes. He is like a brother to me, training to be an electrician at university. As the taxi stops, I look up at the bright lights there, a nightclub. Of all the places, Georgina picks a nightclub. My mind is screaming at me to run fast
“Hey, isn't this party and night meant to be for you? Why are you sitting here in a corner looking like Baby?”I’m laughing; I have to. His ‘Baby’ comment is just too funny not to laugh at. He is referencing me to Dirty Dancing but has this all wrong.“Well, I would rather stay in the corner. Unlike Baby, she had no choice. Her Daddy put her there. Me, I am happy here hiding. Considering the fact, I don't do all this, parties, people and things. I have not done it for years.” I watch something spark in his eyes, my mind trying to figure out what I said that would cause it.“My ideal night is watching TV and a glass of wine or any alcohol. You can tell that, seeing as I only know Liam and Georgina here. I don't get out much” His laugh is perfect; his eyes are perfect. I feel drawn to him; my heart is quickening.What is happening to me? I need to sort my mind out. If I don't, I will be hurt when he isn't interested, which he isn't. Why would he be? I am too broken anyway, and men would
Reaching the apartment, we stand at the door, he stands in front of me, my body screaming for him to kiss me. I want him to kiss me. Why can't I stop thinking about his lips on mine? My teeth bite down on my lip, looking at him.How can I feel so pulled to him? I feel like I should kiss him, but even I know that is a mistake. It will hurt when he knocks me back. He is being polite, nothing more.“Well, it would be nice to be invited in for a quick drink. You know, to say thank you for walking you home and all.” Nodding, I agree, unlocking the door. Walking up the steps to our apartment, I keep pulling my dress down.As we walk into the apartment, I can feel him behind me—a sort of electricity magnet pulling me to him. I try ignoring it, failing as I hear the door shut behind us.“Erm, feel free to sit down.” I point towards the sofa, watching as he walks towards it.“Erm, what do you want to drink?” I need
Jackson moves back and starts to button up his trousers, Jackson’s hands sliding up my arms and pulling what is left of the dress up. Lifting me down from the kitchen side, he leans down and grabs his shirt, looking at me, smiling.“Don't look so embarrassed, Alena. You should probably get a room next time, though.” Georgina is no doubt laughing at my face.“No need, I should be leaving, and Alena needs sleep before work.” He kisses my forehead and walks out, Liam chasing after him, no doubt going to argue with him, warn him off and tell him to stay away.“I want details, every single detail. I kind of wish we had set off five minutes later, then we could have walked in at the really good part with you both fully naked and him grunting.” Rolling my eyes at her, I shake my head.“Why are you back anyway? Liam said you would be late” They are back too soon. They can't have left long after us.&ldq
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.