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
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
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
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