Top Bottom Switch (The Club) (6 page)

“Open,” I tell her, holding a piece of leather in front of her mouth. “I won’t gag you, but I need you not to be as loud as I know you will be.”

She opens her mouth, her eyes growing wider before she clamps down around the leather I’d set on her lips.

Before I pick up the rubbery dildo, I press a button on the plug, one I hadn’t shared with her. It comes to life, sending powerful vibrations through her. She moans, her teeth bearing down against the leather strap.

Gripping the dildo in one hand, I rub it against her wetness. I love that about her. She always seems ready and willing for me. I don’t know if she’s like this all the time, but the thought that it is only for me gives me a secret thrill.

I work it inside her slowly—an inch at a time—and let her greedy pussy adjust to the fullness of the new plug. She groans, lifting her bottom from the table, and I pull the dildo all the way out.

“Do you want to come?” I ask, peering down at her body. She nods and mumbles against the leather strap. “Do not move, or you’ll go home unsatisfied.”

I fucking hope she can follow this order because if she goes home needy, I sure as fuck do too.

I push against her opening, sliding the first three inches in slowly and past the biggest part of the plug. I flick on the wand with my thumb and use my other hand to rest it against her already enlarged clit.

Her toes move, curling around the table, but the rest of her stays still. Poor thing. I’m not letting her come until I can fuck her, but she doesn’t know that.

I can feel her pussy clamping down against the dildo, making my progress a little harder but not impossible.

Lifting the wand off her, I refuse her the orgasm that’s no doubt already building inside of her. The wand is the most powerful vibrator on the market. No one could stop the orgasm from coming using it, and it is my favorite weapon when forcing a woman to orgasm multiple times.

When her muscles relax and I can push the dildo deeper inside her, I restart the wand and her muscles tense again immediately. I work the dildo in and out of her, moving faster and then slowing my pace. Every thirty seconds or so, I lift the wand long enough so her nearing climax will slip away. I repeat this over and over again until her chest’s heaving and her body’s covered in sweat.

I turn the wand up, making the vibrations more powerful and making the orgasm come quicker. But again, I deny it as soon as her body starts to shake. She’s moaning and groaning around the strap, tiny dribbles of spit sliding down the sides of her face.

My cock is in a bad way. Hard as stone and straining to break free, but I concentrate on her and don’t pay any attention to my needs.

Her bottom starts to move off the table, chasing the wand as I remove it from her clit. In response, I pull the dildo out quickly, leaving her with nothing but a full ass.

“Please,” she groans, biting down on the strap with teary eyes. “Please, I need to come.”

“You want to come, but you don’t need to,” I tell her, and I don’t feel an ounce of guilt.

“Touch me,” she begs.

“Not yet,” I tell her and press the dildo against her opening, pushing it inside slowly.

Once it’s fully seated, I hold the wand against her clit, and her knees start to shake. Working the dildo in and out, I watch her body as it reacts, craving the stimulation. Again, when I see her breathing start to falter, I move the wand away and deny her again.

“Fuck,” she screams. “Please, Sir. Touch me. I need you.”

“I’ll give you a choice.” I hold up the wand and show it to her. “You can have the wand and no dildo, or you can have my cock. Which one do you want?”

She lifts her head and catches a glimpse of my bulge straining to break free. She’s wonderfully sexy, spread-eagled with a strap in her mouth, completely mindless with lust. “Your cock, please, Sir.”

“Are you offering yourself to me?”

“I need you inside me,” she says as more saliva dribbles down her chin.

I smile, pleased with her willingness to accept my cock over the wand—not all women would make the same choice. I reach under the table and pull out the stirrups, wanting to get better access to her tight, warm pussy. “Spit out the strap.” I want to hear her moan as I thrust my length inside of her.

Her eyes draw together, and I can see she’s piecing together that I could’ve given her the stirrups to use earlier, which would’ve made it easier on her, but that wasn’t the point to this evening.

I unzip my pants, pushing them down before kicking them to the side. Digging around in my bag, I grab a condom from the box and tear it open with my teeth. My need is so strong, my hands are almost shaking. I can feel it, but it’s not visible—at least, I hope it’s not. Rolling the condom down my shaft becomes a chore; the damn thing barely fits. After a moment of struggle with her eyes watching my every movement, it’s finally in place.

I step forward, standing between her legs, and I touch her knees with my bare hand. It’s the first flesh-on-flesh contact I’ve had with her in a sexual way. “Are you sure?” I ask because… I don’t know. I’ve never asked someone more than once, but I’m having way too much fun with Alese to do anything to fuck it up.

“Please fuck me,” she begs, and her eyes plead with me to hurry it the fuck up.

I fist my cock, stroking it as I take a step closer. “I want you to be mine, Alese. Can you do that? Can you leave your switch behind?” I poke her opening with the tip of my dick and she gasps. “Do you want to become my submissive, my partner?”

Her eyes widen, and her mouth falls open. I can see her throat bob as she swallows. “Yes. I want to be yours,” she replies with so much conviction that I believe every word.

“Brace yourself,” I tell her. “You’re in for one hell of a ride.”

Mine.
I push inside of her in one quick, unforgiving thrust.

Mine.
I pull back and spread her knees wider before gripping the tops of her hips in my hands, holding her body so it can’t escape the impact.

“Are you mine?” I ask her, slamming into her again.

Her pussy clenches around my cock, sucking me deeper. “Yes, Master,” she moans as tears start to stream down her face.

Master.

A week ago, I never would’ve thought I’d be here right now, claiming someone as my own. If anyone would’ve said it would be Alese that I’d choose as my partner, I would’ve told them they were fucking mad.

Somehow, it happened, though. I am buried balls deep inside her sweet, warm cunt, and I know I am home.

M
y eyes are downcast
as I sit next to Ret, with his hand resting on my thigh. I’m to be seen and not heard until I’m given permission to speak.

“How are things going with your sub?” Misha asks like I’m an object and can’t hear.

Ret’s hand tightens in warning because he felt my body tense. “I couldn’t be happier. Alese has come along faster than I would’ve expected.”

Faster than expected
. What the fuck does that mean?

I glance up with my eyelashes and bite the inside of my cheek to hide my scowl.

Misha laughs, his hand slapping against the table. “Somehow, you turned someone who couldn’t make a decision about what she wanted to be into the docile creature at your side.”

“She wasn’t undecided. She just hadn’t found the man to help her accept her true nature.”

Stella moves slightly, tapping my toe with hers, and I can almost read her thoughts.

We’ve become friends because our Masters are friends. She’s been a lifesaver. When I have a question I don’t want to ask Ret, which happens often, I turn to Stella for the help.

“Well, she’s like an entirely different person,” Misha says.

My fingernails dig into the leather seat because I’m still me. Men seem to overstate their importance in changing us. Stella told me that men just want their egos stroked and to feel important, and I can see how that is true in Misha’s case, maybe. But Ret, he’s an entirely different creature.

The silent type. The strong man who doesn’t need to say much to convey his message. A little touch is all it takes to let me know how he feels or what he needs.

By his grip on my leg, he can read my body language, and he is giving me a silent warning not to respond.

“So how’s work, Ret? Working on an exciting case?”

“It’s been busy, but some opportunities have opened elsewhere. I may be moving soon,” Ret replies, and it sends my stomach into a tailspin.

We talked about his possible move last week. I never really knew what Ret did until we started on this journey together. I found out he was a bounty hunter and traveled the world in search of criminals. The thought of him risking his life makes my heart ache.

“Where to?” Misha asks.

“I have a few possibilities.” Ret’s being cagey with his answer, and his hand lightens on my thigh before his thumb starts to stroke my skin, calming me.

“We’ll miss you if you leave. What about Alese?”

“We haven’t decided if she’ll follow.”

My body tenses with his response. I did decide, though. I just haven’t shared the news with him. He asked me if I wanted to go with him, and in that moment, I wanted to say yes, but he told me to think about it. I know it’s a big decision, but there’s nothing really here for me without him.

I would still have my job, but I could be a teacher anywhere. The one thing I wouldn’t have is Ret. He’s not replaceable. I tried for years to find my other half, the one who got me, and now that I’ve finally found him…I won’t lose him.

“Sorry to cut this short, Misha, but I need to speak with Alese for a while.”

“I’m sure you’re going to do a lot of talking.” Misha laughs.

Ret’s hand tightens on my thigh as he pulls me with him out of the booth. I follow behind him, my eyes still staring at the floor and my stomach doing backflips.

I know exactly where we’re going when we start to climb the steps. We’re not going to talk at all. We’re headed to the private rooms, but instead of going to our usual room, he takes me through a different door.

“Sit on the bed.” Ret stands at the entrance to the room, holding the door open for me.

I don’t speak when I walk past him. I sit and fold my hands in my lap, staring at his feet as he walks in my direction.

“Alese,” he says and kneels on the floor in front of me. “Look at me.” His hands cover mine.

I drag my eyes to his.

“We need to talk about me leaving town.”

I nod slowly, but I don’t speak.

“Do you want to come with me?”

I nod again.

“Speak to me.”

“Yes, Master Ret. I want to go with you.”

“You sure you want to give up your job and life here in Texas to follow me?”

“I’m completely sure. There’s nothing here for me without you.”

His hand finds my cheek and strokes it so tenderly I can feel tears threatening to form. “It’s a big step,
piccola
.”

“I know,” I say in a quiet voice. “But I know what I want, and I want you, Master Ret.”

His thumb glides across my bottom lip, and my heart skips a beat. “I love you, Alese.”

It goes from skipping to a dead stop. “You love me?” My mouth hangs open, and the tears I’d been able to control start to well in my eyes.

“I do,” he says, smiling at me with such tenderness that my heart starts again, but it’s now beating in an erratic rhythm.

“I love you too,” I whisper and blink, letting a tear fall down my cheek.

He swipes it away with the pad of his thumb. “You’ve made me so happy.”

“You’ve changed my life,” I say as more tears begin to follow the path of the first.

“Let’s celebrate,” he says as he stands and places his hands on his hips.

“Um,” I mumble and wonder what the man has up his sleeves. Using the back of my hand, I wipe away the tears.

“Undress and kneel,” he commands me.

And as if we didn’t just profess our love for each other, I stand, removing my clothes slowly while I watch him. The look of lust in his eyes is unmistakable.

When I kneel, I rest my hands in my lap and wait. He wanders away, and I watch out of the corner of my eye to see what he has planned.

He undresses, placing his clothes on a chair across the room. When he steps in front of me, his massive hard-on in my face, I wait for his command.

“Climb up on the bed and lie down,” he says without touching me.

My eyebrows draw together as I crawl onto the bed with my back to him.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” he asks as he climbs onto the bed and covers my body with his.

I shake my head and brace myself.

“I’m going to make love to you, Alese.”

I gasp before his mouth covers mine, sucking the air from my lungs. Ret makes love to me. He doesn’t toy with me, holding my orgasms just out of reach. Instead, he’s gentle, loving, and slow.

And I know that I’ve made the right decision. I’m no longer alone. My biggest fear of becoming a reclusive cat lady is no longer on the table. I have my other half.

On the outside, to people not in the life, I must look weak. But loving a man, no matter who he is, takes the strongest person in the world. Giving myself to him completely and trusting that he’ll do what’s right is my biggest leap of faith.