Switch Master: 6 (Ink and Kink) (12 page)

Kissing him delighted her senses, reminding her of pizza and
snow and the night they’d share so far. Aware now what she needed to do to
relieve the aching, delicious tension within her, she broke off their kiss.

“May I come for you, Master Taran?”

“You may, Samantha, and I’ll be with you,” he granted,
kissing her.

Taran’s hip thrusts slowed, losing a little rhythm as his
cock thickened and pulsed. A deep, grunting tiger-like roar welled up in from
his throat, forcing him to break their kiss and drop his face to her slender
throat, right where he’d marked her.

He bit her, hanging on while they ground their hips in
unison, hot spurts of semen flooding her pussy right as unimaginable pleasure
burst within her and she came, each riding out their pleasure.

It took several minutes for either of them to move. Taran
still had his teeth into her, not that she minded. His cock, though slightly
softer, remained in her pussy.

Soon, he’d naturally have to pull out, but she kept him
trapped there for as long as possible by squeezing her inner muscles. Even now,
delicate little tremors stirred within her pussy.

“Not sure how we ended up on the floor. Maybe there was an
earthquake,” she said.

Taran let go of his mark. It might be on her skin, but she
understood that it was his. He’d put it there. She had the feeling there’d be
many such marks in her future.

“Sex with me made the earth move for you, hmm?” he asked,
looking down at her now.

“Yes! The earth shook. The sky lit up with fireworks. That
was…amazing…and a first. Thank you.”

“More to come, Sam, don’t forget that.”

“Same as you’ll mark me on other places?”

“Figured that one out, I see,” he said teasingly.

“Get snooty on me, pretty boy, you get cut off for the rest
of the night.”

“Snooty? What kind of word is that from a badass detective?”

“Blame it on post-orgasmic bliss,” she answered, realizing
even as she said it that she was still shaking all over. Taran really had
rocked her world.

“How about we find out how long we have to wait before I’m
hard enough to make you feel that way again?”

“My legs have turned to mushy Jell-O. There’s no way can I
move for at least fifteen or twenty minutes, might be an hour. Don’t know.”

He did a terrible thing then. He hefted her up and off him,
stood up long enough to look around the sitting room and gauge what he needed
to do.

Sam stayed on the floor, missing his cock already. Her eyes
fell on his penis. Even in his semi-flaccid state, he was big.

“For the record, mushy Jell-O is disgusting, but I do like
making you tremble. Up,” he said, crouching down to gather her off the floor.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Carrying you,” he answered once he was standing tall with
her in his arms.

“I can see that.”

“Why ask if you know?”

“Where are we going?”

“Choose, my half of the house or man cave,” he said.

“Your half,” she said, having secretly longed to see his
room for a very long time.

After Phalen moved to Salem, Ethan claimed the master
bedroom suite at the front side of the house. With Ethan’s bedroom vacated,
Taran claimed it and his own bedroom as his sanctuary in the house. Morgan told
her Taran had a small kitchen and private access to the attic.

“Good choice,” Taran pronounced, carrying her out of the
sitting room.

“Shouldn’t we clean up the broken cup and get our clothes?”

“I’ll take care of the cup later. You’re obsessed with that
thing.”

“Our clothes?”

“Will not be needed for the rest of the weekend.”

“Yes, they will. We can’t go around naked.”

“Sure we can.”

“Exactly how would I do that?”

“We don’t get dressed. Very simple,” Taran stated, as if
streaking through the house when he was alone was a common occurrence. Knowing
him, it probably was!

“Taran, you cannot keep me naked until Sunday.”

“Want to bet?”

“I’ll find a way to wear something. I’ll call Morgan. She’ll
let me borrow something of hers if you won’t be civil.”

“I’m civil. I’m a civil litigator, remember?”

“You’re a pain in my ass, pretty boy.”

“Yep, get used to it. Ever been fucked there?”

“Nope, not going to happen either,” she said, ignoring the
pang of desire that stole through her despite the claim.

“Prepare yourself for the inevitable. I will take your anal
cherry, baby doll.”

“I think you need a lesson in how to deal with me.”

Taran went up the steps, carrying her as if she weighed a
feather. “I think you need a weekend of mindless fucking.”

“Am I ever going to see your dungeon?”

“Yes you will.”

“When?”

“Later tonight,” he declared, shifting her in order to reach
the doorknob and open the door.

Being carried across the threshold silenced her. Taran
kicked the door closed, marching across the room and dumping her right onto a
king-sized bed covered in dark-green bedclothes and enormous pillows.

She didn’t have time to look around the room or acclimate
herself to her surroundings. The moment her back touched the bedclothes she was
struck by how soft, warm and luxurious the fabric was without being slippery.

“Whoa,” she murmured, wanting very much to roll around on
the covers like a kitten.

Taran did a pushup, giving her the ability to experiment and
turn over front-side down against the covers. It was especially delicious to
rub her still stimulated nipples into the fabric.

“You like the covers?”

“Yes. Are they cotton, silk?”

“Bamboo,” he answered.

“How do they make covers out of bamboo?”

“I’ve no idea. The towels in my bathroom are also bamboo.
Phalen and Cassie gave them to me for Christmas.”

“That was nice. Did you get what I’d sent you?” She’d not
been sure if she should buy him a gift. At the time, she’d been in total denial
as to where they were headed.

“Yes, I keep the incense in my dungeon.”

“Glad you liked it. I’ll have to ask Phalen where he found
bamboo sheets. I want to buy some for my bed at home.”

“Our bed,” he corrected. “From now on, whether we’re here or
your place, we sleep together.”

“Is this possessive side of you a Maddox brother trait or a
Taran decree?” Still on her stomach, Sam started when Taran ran his palm over
her ass and spanked her.

“Ow! What the hell, Maddox?”

Trying to flip over before being spanked a second time, Sam
wasn’t able to move fast enough before Taran jerked her back down into place
and lay down over her, trapping her there with his bigger body.

“If you don’t let me up, you’re going to regret it,” she
grumbled, even though she was irrevocably turned on by their position. He’d
proven, easily, that he could overpower her without causing her to feel
cornered or afraid.

“You know what you need to do to stop this,” he warned in
her ear, biting at the lobe.

If she wanted out of the discipline he’d apparently decided
she needed, all she needed to do was say the word “beach”. She got that, and
she was tempted to say it. Having an out was the safer course.

But what was the saying, in for a penny in for a pound?

“Why the spanking?” she asked, intrigued to know the answer,
more so by the crazy way the nerve endings in her butt had awakened.

“From now on, you don’t bring my brothers into our sex
life.”

“So we can’t talk in bed?”

“Yes, of course we can, just not about anything unrelated to
the two of us when we’re fucking or in a scene.”

“Scenes are different than fucking?”

“Sometimes, sometimes they’re one and the same.”

“Not sure I understand,” she admitted.

“There will be plenty of times when we make love when safe
words won’t be necessary. Other times, your submissive needs are going to push
my dominant streak and we’ll venture into a dark world you’ll soon crave.”

“What if I don’t want to submit or if I want to dominate
you?”

“We’ll switch, but it’ll take time to get there.”

“And you’re going to teach me how to get there?”

“Yes, every step of the way.”

“Am I safe from a spanking now?”

“No,” he answered honestly, hefting himself off her.

Sam made a run for it. Her escape attempt was more of a
crawl to the edge of the bed. If she got off the mattress before Taran caught
her, she’d be safe.

A bare palm stung her backside twice, stunning her. “Maddox,
I swear I’m going to bite you.” She wrenched herself around, noticing his thigh
was really close to her mouth.

Taran wasn’t deterred, he swatted her again. “Whose bed do
you sleep in from now on, Samantha?”

“Yours,” she answered automatically, expecting he’d relent.

The sting that’d begun by being spanked became an
unexpected, unexplainable sizzle of awareness. Awareness of herself in the more
vulnerable position, and yet, with it came the stunning realization that if she
called a halt to the spanking, it would end…and so would the intoxicating heat
that made her tremble wantonly.

He scooted away from her fast, apparently aware that his
thigh was too close to her mouth. Catching her about the middle, he propped
himself against the headboard and she ended up across his lap.

“Whose bed do you sleep in, Samantha?” he asked, bracing her
with one arm at the back of her knees while his hand smoothed up and down her
ass.

“I answered that, yours,” she objected, receiving two sharp
spanks, a squeeze and another direct swat to her butt cheeks. Crazily, she
found herself circling and grinding her hips into him, trying in vain to fuck
nothing but his thigh.

“You sleep in ours, our bed. Get the difference?” Running
his palm over her stinging backside, he gentled his touch, stroking her heated
skin.

“Yes, ours, wherever we are, I sleep with you,” she said,
enjoying his gentleness after the burn of a spanking.

“That’s what I needed to hear.” He left her ass, a sucking
sound resumed.

“Master Taran?”

“Hmm?” he murmured between sucking whatever he was sucking.
His hand returned to her backside, this time his soaking wet finger stroked the
crack of her ass.

“When can we have sex again?”

“In a little while, baby,” he said tenderly, spreading his
wet finger up and down her slit, gathering cream from her pussy.

“If we’re done with this spanking session, can I get up?”

“Did I hurt you, Samantha?”

“No,” she answered honestly.

“Some of the things I’ll ask of you during a scene may scare
you, Samantha, but I’ll never put you in a position to fear me.” His wet finger
rimmed her asshole. “Let me in here.”

On instinct, she tensed. “I shouldn’t!”

“I’ll make it good,” he promised, teasing her with the edge
of his nail, revealing the pleasure-rich nerves surrounding that tight
entrance.

“I can’t. It’ll hurt.”

“Not tonight or anytime too soon. Finger play is a nice way
to ease you into anal sex. Trust me, when the time’s right, you’ll be receptive
to more. Open.”

“I’ll try. What do I do?”

“Relax, breathe when I tell you.”

Relaxing wasn’t as easy as it sounded. However Taran didn’t
hurt her at all. He teased, seducing her into accepting more of his finger
until he pushed in enough to steadily fuck her with his longest finger.

“See, you can take this, Samantha. You can take anything.”
He praised her efforts, thrilling her, easing her worry.

Getting herself more comfortable across his lap, Sam
submitted to whatever he needed to do, cherishing her position. Even in this,
she was not powerless. She was strong and safe because Taran was with her.

Taran shifted, using his other hand to lightly brush her
trembling, needy clitoris. He took his time, drawing out the moment, giving her
unprecedented pleasure. Her body felt alive, humming with intense need.

Incredibly, she knew Taran would let her come many times
before the night was through. It was wonderful considering the last time she’d
slept with a man had been before she’d made detective five years ago.

It had been a mistake, ultimately causing her to transfer to
Boston. But if she hadn’t, she’d never have met her partner Ethan Maddox and
she’d never have met his brothers, especially Taran.

“Samantha, honey, don’t think of the past,” Taran warned,
proving he was right there with her. Withdrawing his finger from her asshole,
he concentrated only on her clit, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth,
around and around, distractingly so.

“How did you know what I was thinking?”

“You tensed up. I’m a good listener if you need to talk
about anything.”

There was hurt in his voice. Sam realized he was still
stinging from her bomb of a revelation in the kitchen.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about why I can’t have children
sooner, Taran.”

“Your secrets are yours, Samantha. Now that we’re together,
it’s my hope that you’ll feel safe enough to tell me anything and know I won’t
walk away, no matter what.”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t want me anymore. That surgery
happened before I managed to finish high school. It took a long time for me to
feel like a woman, much less a sexy one.”

“I can’t imagine the pain you went through, sweetie,” he
soothed, still stroking her clit ever so gently.

He settled her, grounded her, enabling her to view herself
as a passionate woman who’d driven a man to want her badly enough to fuck her
ass with his finger. Seconds later, two fingers entered her, catching her off
guard, stealing her breath.

“Sweetie, never thought I was sweet,” she uttered, chuckling
a little and rolling her hips in rhythm to his penetrating fingers.

“You’re incredibly sweet, sexy, everything I could ever want
in a woman. Had you told me about your situation before tonight, I’d still be
here for you.”