Waking up in the hospital, I look around and see Jackson outside, with Marcus. They are talking. Jackson looks into the room. Seeing me awake, he runs into the room, grabbing my hand.“Damn Alena, did you not learn your lesson the last time about trying to fight battles alone?” He looks exhausted. I am confused.I can’t think straight. I can’t remember what happened or how I got here.“Why’s Marcus here?” I look at where he is standing.“The police were useless. Four weeks and they had no leads. They decided that you had left of your own accord and nothing could be done. I knew you wouldn’t leave willingly and knew Max had something to do with it.”“The police said you obviously walked away from our marriage, but I didn’t believe them. I got the team together. We spent another two weeks searching, checking out places where we believed he could be. Everywhere turned up empty.” He looks hurt. Why? He didn’t care before I left.“We kept searching, then they were on a mission, and they be
Georgina and Liam decide to stay at Helen’s, taking the twins with them. Jackson and I are at home alone, or as alone as we can be, with two men constantly here on guard.“Come upstairs. I have something for you.” He pulls me upstairs, and I follow. We walk towards one of the rooms. Walking in, it has changed, the colours and everything. “I decided that morning you left I would change the room, I would make it something you liked as well. We worked on it while you were away.” I begin to cry. He didn’t leave me and forget I existed. His arms wrap around me, his lips kissing mine, slowly and gently.My hands move, unfastening his buttons, sliding his shirt down. He steps back, and I remember how he couldn’t touch me before I left.“Sorry, I forgot,” I smile. He looks at me, confused.“Alena, the only thing stopping me from ripping your clothes off right now is not knowing how you will react. You have not spoken to me about what he did to you. I don’t want to touch you and hurt you phys
Each night he builds on what he did to me before, slowly, but it is like starting again.Actually, it is worse than starting again. There is no whipping or spankings. Nothing. He is careful. He doesn’t want to hurt me. I know he wouldn’t, though. A few weeks later, I feel like I want everything again. Georgina and Liam take the twins again to give us a night off. Jackson is busy on his computer, working. I sit next to him.“Five minutes, and I am all yours.” I smile, hearing his words, so I walk upstairs into the room. I strip naked, put the blindfold on and stand in the room waiting for him to come in.My eyes are closing even though it is dark because of the blindfold. My heart is relaxed. I pray he will come in and do something, not say ‘no’ or ask if I am sure.Standing here, it feels like forever, but it makes me more excited and frantic for when he finally does. The whip swings, hitting my arse, not as hard as he usually does, but it is something.I stand waiting and counting in
Waking up, I am smiling. Jackson looks down at me like he is hurt.“What are you sulking for?” I ask, smiling at him.“Not sulking, angry with myself for agreeing to whip you so hard. You have a big bruise and a cut. I don’t want to hurt you in that way.” His eyes never leave my body. I now remember last night, remember how I couldn’t feel the pain that gave me pleasure like I always had.“I like the marks, the pain. I like it all. Why has that changed for you?” It is a stupid question. I know why it has changed for him.“I just don’t want to hurt you like that. I don’t want to mark you, Alena.” He is talking like he has changed like he doesn’t want to please me.“When you whip me, spank me, bite me, it hurts, yes, but in a good way. The marks after making me smile. When Max did it, it wasn’t through love; it was through hate. All I felt was pain, no love, no pleasure. The marks after made me sick, so don’t go thinking you are doing this to me is like him because it isn’t.” He nods bu
Two hours later, we are still sitting here in the room, waiting.“This is a waste of time. Let’s just go home and forget it. I will be fine,” I say, going to stand up for him to just pull me back down. Well, it was worth a try, but apparently, he isn’t going to let me leave until I see someone. Finally, I get called.I follow her into the room and explain the issue. I am asked if I have suffered any trauma recently. I laugh. Jackson, however, doesn’t find it funny at all.“It should all be on her record.” Jackson smiles, nodding towards the computer. The doctor sits reading my notes. His mouth opens in shock, and then he looks back over to me.“Okay, well, first, let’s see which parts of the body don’t respond as well.” He points to the hospital bed. Looking at Jackson, I feel my bratty self showing up.“That is easy, my arse for one,” I mutter. Jackson looks at me in shock, and the doctor looks confused, clearly not hearing me. He spends a while going around my body, first touching i
Waking up, Jackson is already up. He seems to get up before me and not wake me once the girls are up. Walking downstairs, the twins are sitting and eating breakfast. Jackson is sitting with them. Georgina and Liam are in the living room, laughing with each other. I am glad Georgina has given him a chance. He deserves it. I walk to Jackson, sitting next to him. He gets up, putting the kettle on.“We need to get stuff sorted for when we leave tomorrow.” I look at him. “I need to go to work and sort some stuff out. Troy and Marcus are staying here with you.”“That is fine with me. I am sure Katy, Isabella and I can find something fun to do and get us in trouble,” I laugh, tickling them.“I am sure you will. You’re great at getting into trouble.” He spanks my arse, walking past.“Not in front of the children,” I joke.“We will have plenty of time for that soon, without interruptions.” He laughs. The thought is amazing.“Come on, Liam, hurry up.” I look at him.“Liam? Really?” He is takin
I wake up to the sun shining through the window, Jackson out of bed as usual. I walk downstairs, and they are sitting in the living room, watching TV. The clock says 11 AM. I have slept for hours.“Why didn’t you wake me?” I ask, pointing to the clock.“You needed rest to be ready for tonight. I am used to going days with little or no sleep.” He smiles, sitting with Katy on his knee. Most of the day, we sit here with the twins, watching them playing and crawling around the floor.“You two need to be setting off soon,” Liam comes in, reminding us. I look at the twins and don’t want to leave them.“They will be fine. Just leave. Go have fun!” Georgina smiles, seeing my face. We grab our bags and kiss the twins goodbye. Driving to the airport, I see Marcus behind us. “Why is he following us?” I look behind.“Making sure we get there fine, that’s all, then he is going back there. Plus, Troy is going to drive this car back, so it isn’t left at the airport,” Jackson explains. We finally re
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.
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.