~☆~☆~☆ 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 raises as his look turns amused.
“Behave, Alena. You trying to seduce me is wrong.” I feel the heat flame in my cheeks as he reaches down and kisses my lips. “I will though, I like the idea of you seducing me.” I open the door and proceed to walk in, Max right behind me as I do. The feel of his finger stroking along my back made me stop. My heart quickened under his touch.
“I keep telling myself to behave, Alena, but your body is teasing in that damn dress.” I turn to look at him feeling my body getting pushed against the wall, his lips against mine as his hands grasp my body tighter. I move slowly, my hands reaching for him, watching as his hands grab mine, putting them in one of his. He then pins them against the wall. His other hand moves, teasing my body as his mouth begins to kiss and bite along my skin. My body moves, trying to break out of his hold as his hand pushes me against the wall, holding me in place as his mouth continues to tease me.
“Max, what are you doing?” I look at him with wide eyes. His head raises and his eyes meet mine.
“Fucking you baby, so fucking good. So good you won’t let another man near you ever again. You want that, don’t you?” His mouth lowers, biting against my breast as a scream escapes my mouth. His hands release my body momentarily to grasp my dress, the sound of tearing ringing in my ears. “I am going to love every second of this, Alena.” He pulls, tearing the thong off my body. His hands grasp my body, spinning me to face the wall. A sharp sting across my arse makes me jump, my body relaxing against his as his tongue teases my neck and ear.
I feel his hand pinning me against the wall, another sharp sting across my arse, causing me to jump and scream.
“Max, I’m not one of your submissives!” I try to turn and look at him, but his hands stop me. The feel of his breath against my ear has my eyes closing in pleasure.
“I know. I don’t expect you to be that person, Alena. This is nothing more than sex.” His hands slide down my body, and another sharp sting across my arse has me jumping and moaning. His hands spin me around to face him. My eyes watch as he kisses down along my body, stopping to kneel before me. His mouth kisses me, pushing me to the limit as I cry out his name, my fingers grasped into his hair.
I watch as he stands, spinning me to face the wall again. My body jumps at the sensation of his hand hitting my arse. Followed by another even harder, which causes me to scream. The sound of his clothes dropping to the floor makes my head turn, his hand grasping into my hair and stopping me. I stand facing the wall as I feel him move behind me. He isn't gentle, he is relentless in what he wants, and my back burns from where his nails tear into my skin.
“Max.” My word is quiet, the feel of his hand grasping into my hair and pulling my head back has me exploding in pleasure. His nails dig in deeper as he keeps trying to push himself to the edge of pleasure.
“Max!” I love this, but there is something that feels off. His hand wraps around my mouth, silencing me as his hips speed up.
“Shhh, Baby, just enjoy it for a few more minutes.” His words are followed by him biting against my neck, as he keeps chasing his release. I feel his hands turn me before carrying me to the bed.
My eyes close as I drift to sleep, smiling. Maybe it was a sign? Looking back, I now ask, was that all a sign? Was I blinded by love to see just how bad things would get? The power, the strength, the dominance, it seemed to melt me from the inside out, but there was that feeling of something else. Why did I not realise sooner?
I wake, a scream erupting from within me, as I take in the surroundings, I'm still in the hospital?
"It was a dream, you're safe." Her words hold no comfort, it wasn't a dream, it was a memory and I felt every bit of pain from his nails, mostly though, I felt the fear, that I buried and told myself was nothing.
I was wrong.
It was everything.
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