Light Switch (27 page)

Like
almost
no one else.

Every time I thought about my feelings for Scott, there was a pang of guilt in my conscience, and that pang of guilt was shaped like Matt. But why? I could play with Byron or Damien and it didn’t matter. But with them, it was just sex. There was no history, no longstanding friendship. Nothing at stake besides a few welts and orgasms, never mind…this. Whatever the hell this was.

I rubbed my eyes with my thumb and forefinger.

Goose bumps prickled my skin. I held my breath.

Leather creaked and a shoe scuffed behind me. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

I looked over my shoulder. The low light from a nearby window cast a soft glow to one side of Scott’s face and his mischievous smile.

“We do keep ending up on out on decks and balconies, don’t we?” I said.

“I guess we just gravitate toward them.” He kissed me. “Maybe it’s a sign we should fuck on one eventually.”

I laughed. “Why does it not surprise me that your mind went there?”

“Can’t imagine.” He handed me a cold bottle of water.

“Thank you.” I unscrewed the cap and took a long drink.

After a long silence, he put his hands on my hips. “You okay?”

I nodded. “Just thinking.”

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

I smacked him playfully and laughed. “Shut up.”

Chuckling, he put his arms around me and kissed me lightly. “Okay, so what are you thinking about?”

“Just,” I paused. “Tonight.”

“Anything in particular?”

You
. “Not really.”

He regarded me silently for a moment, probably searching my eyes for the unspoken thoughts I tried to hide. “So, how do you like being a Domme?”

The knot in my gut tightened, but I smiled in spite of it. “It was fun.”

“You don’t sound very enthusiastic.” He touched my face. “Something wrong?”

No. Yes. I don’t know
. Swallowing hard, I dropped my gaze.

“Krissy?” He lifted my chin and inclined his head slightly.

I slid my hands up his abs and his chest, then onto the sides of his neck. “I liked being a Domme.”

He raised an eyebrow. “But…?”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him down to me. “But I think I like being your sub better.” I kissed him. I exhaled through my nose as he put his arms around me. He held me closer, parting my lips with his tongue and deepening the kiss as my body melted against his.

“So you prefer being a sub?” he asked, breathing hard against my lips.

Your sub
. “Yes, I do.”

“Hmm.” He brushed his thumb across my cheekbone. “In that case, what do you say we get the hell out of here?”

“You have something in mind, don’t you?”

The corner of his mouth rose, bringing my heart rate and body temperature up with it. “I was thinking,” he whispered, running his fingers through my hair, “that there’s a Saint Andrew’s Cross in my house…” He paused to kiss me lightly. “…with your name written all over it tonight.”

I shivered.

“So, how was your night as a dominatrix?” Matt asked, hanging up his jacket as I closed the front door.

I grinned. “It was fun.”

“Oh?” He stepped toward me. “Tell me about it.”

“What do you want to know?”

Another step, his nearness combining with the intensity in his eyes and pushing me back.

He shrugged with one shoulder, a grin curling his lips. “Tell me everything. Since I couldn’t be there to see it…” The wall stopped me, but Matt continued his approach. “…I want you to fill me in on all the details.” He rested one hand on the wall beside me. “Tell me everything you did to him.”

The undeniable hunger in his eyes made my knees weak, so I casually leaned against the wall. I slid my hands up the front of his shirt, not sure if I intended to push him away or drag him closer.

“I’ll tell you about it later,” I said. “For now, I’d—”

“No, no, I insist.” He inclined his head. “I want to know all the filthy things you did to that man.”

“How do you know it was a man?”

His eyebrows jumped. “Tell me it—”

“It was a man.”

“Damn.” He chuckled. “I still want to know.” He leaned in, almost close enough to kiss me, and my knees shook even more when his breath warmed my lips. “I want every last detail.”

“Kiss me first.”

He shook his head. “I want to hear this first.”

“But—”

He put a finger on my lips. “I want you right now,” he whispered. “On your back, screaming my name, taking everything I want to give you…”

An electric shudder rippled from my clit right up my spine.

He grinned. “…but I know that as soon as we get started, we’ll be at it all night.” His fingertips trailed down the side of my neck. “
All
fucking night.”

I tugged at the front of his shirt. “Then let’s—”

“So if I don’t get to hear about all this now,” he said, his grin as infuriating as it was arousing, “then I might not get to hear about it at all.”

“And if I say I won’t tell you until you fuck me?”

He shrugged. “Then we’d be at an impasse, wouldn’t we?”

“So it would just be a question of who was more stubborn.”

Matt laughed. “Darlin’, you don’t want to try to out-stubborn me. I assure you, you will lose.”

I slid my hand over the front of his jeans, gently squeezing his hard cock. When he gasped, I grinned. “Is that so?”

He closed his fingers around my hand. “Yes, it is so.” He brought my hand up and kissed the inside of my wrist. “So, are you going to tell me?” He raised my arm as he trailed kisses up to my elbow, and there he paused to make a light circle with the tip of his tongue.

With a moan, I let my head fall back against the wall. There was no point in trying to argue with him. I wanted him, and if taking a few minutes to tell him about my night with Damien was the price, then so be it.

“Scott introduced us,” I said.

Matt looked up from kissing the inside of my elbow. “At the BDSM club, right?”

I nodded. “Well, he introduced me to the Domme, Grace. Then she introduced me to Damien.”

He let my arm go and rested his hand on my waist. “Damien was the submissive?”

“Yes. We all talked for a while, then we went into one of the private rooms.”

“Could anyone see you there?”

“His Domme. And Scott. Scott was there.”

“That lucky bastard,” Matt whispered. “Tell me what he saw.”

I wetted my lips. “I made him strip.”

“Mm-hmm.” Matt leaned forward, dipping his head to kiss my neck. “And?”

“Then I—” I sucked in a breath as his soft lips and coarse stubble brushed the front of my throat.

“Keep talking.”

I closed my eyes and held onto his shoulders. How was I supposed to speak about last night when I wanted him right here, right now? “Matt, I—”

“Tell me more.” He kissed my neck again. “I’m not kissing you properly until I’ve heard everything you did last night.”

Stubborn bastard
. I took a deep breath and somehow found the words. “I put him on his knees and—” I paused, swallowing hard. “I made him lick my pussy.”

“And did he?”

I nodded.

“Did he do it right?”

I shivered at the memory of everything Damien had done with his mouth. His eagerness to please had been there in every rapid, gentle sweep of his tongue. Like never before, I’d understood just how much control Scott must have had, because it had taken every last iota of willpower for me to stay in control of myself, let alone Damien.

Matt laughed softly. “He was that good, was he?”

“Yes, he was.” I bit my lip. “And I made him touch himself. At the same time. Without coming.”

A low growl emerged from the back of Matt’s throat and reverberated across my collarbone. “You are an evil, cruel woman.” He kissed just beneath my jaw. “What else did you make him do?”

I bit my lip even harder. Reliving Damien’s delicious submission with Matt’s lips on my skin made speech nearly impossible. I swallowed hard and forced myself to continue. “I tied him… to the… to the Saint Andrew’s…” Words became a whimper as Matt nipped my earlobe.

“Keep going,” he whispered. The warm rush of breath on my skin almost knocked my knees out from under me. “You tied him, and…?”

“I flogged him,” I said quickly. “I flogged him, and—” I barely kept myself from whimpering at the memory. The crack of tails hitting skin. The way Damien had gasped and moaned and growled and trembled. The satisfying shade of pink that had darkened his broad, tattooed shoulders and back. They way Scott had absently moistened his lips when we’d made eye contact, a second before he gave me the single nod of approval that had aroused me almost to the point of madness.

Just like I was aroused now, with those memories in my head and Matt’s breath on my skin.

Matt raised his head, looking in my eyes. Then he rested his forehead against mine, but still kept his lips just out of my reach.

“You flogged him, and…?”

And what
? I couldn’t remember what we were talking about.

“Tell me more, Kris. I want—”

“Matt.”

“Hmm?”

“Kiss me.”

“I would,” he murmured, “but you can’t talk to me while I’m kissing you.”

“I’ll tell you after. I need—”

“I will.” His thumb teased my nipple through my shirt. “But first, tell me more.”

I shoved him back, slammed him up against the opposite wall, and kissed him. Hungrily, desperately, and violently, just the way I needed it.

When I broke away, we stared at each other, both struggling to catch our breath. The front of his shirt was bunched in my fists. My hair was twisted and tangled in his hands.

Matt licked his lips. “So, it’s going to be like
that
tonight, is it?”

“Yes. It is.”

“Bring it on.” He tightened his gasp on my hair and kissed me just as violently as I had him. He pushed me back against the other wall, pressing his hips against mine and letting me feel every rock hard inch of his cock beneath his jeans.

A kiss wasn’t enough now. We tore at each other’s clothes with no regard for buttons or the threads that held them. Seams ripped, and I simply didn’t give a damn, not when ripped fabric got me that much closer to the skin on skin contact I so desperately needed.

Stumbling down the hall, we shoved each other back and forth across the hall and pulled clothing off each other. A picture fell off the wall, landing on a discarded pair of jeans. Something crashed beside an end table. Something else clattered as Matt kicked aside his boxers, but I wasn’t about to care about that now that he was naked.

At the sight of his cock, I couldn’t hold back another second. I forced him up against the wall beside my bedroom door and dropped to my knees. The hand in my hair was probably intended to keep control over me, to keep me from besting him and putting him at my mercy this way, but as soon as my lips touched his cock, his hands hit the wall beside him.

“Fuck, baby, that’s incredible,” he moaned as I stroked and sucked him. “That’s— Christ, that’s too good. You’re gonna—” He gasped. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep going like that.”

I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock one last time, then stood. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

“Not when I haven’t fucked you yet, we can’t.” He kissed me and slammed me up against the opposite wall. He pinned my arms above my head and gripped my wrists with one hand. With his free hand, he caressed my face. “I’m not coming until I’m inside you, and I’m not ready for that just yet.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I moaned and instantly regretted it. He had the upper hand now, and he knew it.

He laughed. “I know you do. And I fully intend to.” His hand drifted down my face, my neck, my chest, and I bit back a whimper when he pushed my thighs apart. “But first, I want to tease you.” One finger, then two slipped inside me, and he cupped my clit with his palm.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes, not sure if I was more turned on or frustrated.

“Like that?” he whispered.

“Mm-hmm.” I didn’t just like it. I’d been horny all afternoon, counting down the minutes until he got here, and his relentless teasing when he’d first arrived had me just this side of madness. His fingertips on my G-spot were almost too much, as was the way he pressed the heel of his hand into my clit.

“I love the way your pussy feels,” he said, bending to kiss my neck. “You’re so fucking hot and wet, especially when you come.” He beckoned against my G-spot, but I suppressed the whimper that tried to escape. He laughed against my neck, then lifted his head and looked me in the eye. “You’re close, Kris, I can feel it. I’m
going
to make you come.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You can try.”

He blinked. “Is that a challenge?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Oh, you’d better believe I’m going to make you come.” He kissed me deeply. “I’m going to make you come, and then I am going to fuck you so. Damned. Hard.” A tremor—whose, I didn’t know—made us both catch our breath. He exhaled hard and whispered, “Jesus, baby, your pussy is too wet
not
to fuck.”

I moaned. My knees went slack, and only his body against mine kept me upright. “Oh God, Matt…”

“Come, baby,” he half-whispered, half-growled, “Let me feel you come so I—” He kissed me, then panted against my lips and said, “I want to fuck you so bad right now, you’re…”

I didn’t hear the rest, because a powerful orgasm consumed me.

As my climax dissipated, Matt released my wrists and I slumped against him, letting my arms fall around his neck. He kept one arm around my waist and guided me into the bedroom. There, he lay me on the bed.

“Don’t move,” he said.

I wasn’t going anywhere. Not a chance.

He got a condom out of the drawer and came back to bed. Before he’d even gotten the thing open, I grabbed his neck and pulled him to me, and we kissed just as breathlessly and violently as we had all the way down the hall.

“Let me put this on,” he breathed between kisses. “Baby, I have to get inside you, I—”

I let him go. He quickly sat up and tore the wrapper with his teeth. Unwrapping the condom and rolling it on was a simple task, but not for hands as desperate as his. I wasn’t much better, but between the two of us, we got the little bastard to cooperate.

“Finally,” Matt muttered.

With one hard thrust, he was all the way inside me. We both stopped, gasping for breath.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Fuck me hard.”

He did. Good God, he did. He was always desperate and insatiable, and tonight I couldn’t get enough. Desperate for more, I rocked my hips in time with his thrusts, trying to pull him even deeper.

“You’re trying to make me come, aren’t you?” He laughed, panting against my lips.

“Maybe I am.”

“I’ll come when I’m damned good and—oh, God…” He groaned as I rolled my hips back. Digging my heels into the bed, I thrust up to meet him, taking over everything—rhythm, angle, depth. His head fell beside mine and a long, helpless moan escaped his lips. “Oh God, baby, that’s perfect, keep—” He gasped. Shuddered. “Keep doing that.”

I raked my nails down his back. A split second of icy panic surged through me as I remembered that was Scott’s thing, not Matt’s, but that panic vanished when Matt threw his head back and moaned. I scratched him again.

“Oh fuck, baby, just…” He shivered. “Like…” Again. “That…” And he shuddered against me, burying his face against my neck and shoulder as he came.

He collapsed over me.

“Good God,” he whispered. “I just can’t get enough of you.”

“Likewise.” I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair. Scott or Byron or Damien might have called the sex Matt and I had “vanilla.” We didn’t use floggers or handcuffs. I didn’t call him “Sir.”