Switch

SWITCH

An
Erotic Novella

Eighth
in the Plume Series

By

Ella
Ardent

Digital
Edition

Copyright 2013 Ella Ardent

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* * *

Books
by Ella Ardent

The
Plume Series:

Submission

Surrender

Seduction

Deception

Exhibition

Exposure

Flashback

Switch

The
Wedding Trilogy:

The
Best Man

Always
a Bridesmaid

Forever
Bound

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SWITCH

By
Ella Ardent

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

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Chapter One

Don’t try to find us.

Rex couldn’t figure out which part of his situation made him
more angry. First of all, Leya had tricked him into trusting her and making her
pregnant. Secondly, she’d only been able to accomplish that because he’d been
stupid enough to ignore his own rules in the heat of the moment. Repeatedly.
And thirdly, she imagined she could tell him about her pregnancy, then have him
forget about it.

Did she really believe that he had no sense of
responsibility? Did she imagine that he’d just forget about her and Michelle
and the baby? He might not have wanted to father a child, but what kind of
monster did she imagine him to be?

Rex had grown up without a father, through no fault of his
parents, and it hadn’t been easy for him. He would never choose to inflict the
challenges he’d faced upon his own child. He might not have planned for Leya to
become pregnant, but that didn’t mean he’d ignore his own child.

All the same, he knew that if he charged after Leya and made
demands, she would be obstructionist.

He had to have a plan.

She’d already made one mistake. She’d left him a note that
implied his paternity of the child, especially along with the positive
pregnancy test. Rex packed everything back into the small box, sealed the box
in a Ziploc and set it aside. He’d send it by courier to Julius, to provide
proof of his paternity. He wanted visitation rights. He’d pay support.

But he had to figure out how to present his case in a way
that Leya would agree.

For the moment, he was too angry to even talk to Julius
about the situation. He’d do what he always did and work out, hard, using his
frustration to sculpt his body. He would change his own future, just as he had
done before.

He looked around, realizing that he was in Leya’s house. He
couldn’t delay in sending the box to Julius. She might realize her error, and
come back to destroy this little evidence.

First, he’d stop at the courier, then take a long run on the
beach.

Then he’d call Julius.

* * *

“You didn’t give me a safe word,” Joanna reminded Mike, then
cracked the whip over his head. He flinched at the way it snapped in the air,
then made a noise into his gag as if he’d explain himself.

“Quiet!” Joanna commanded and cracked the whip again.

Mike stilled and stared at her, his hair tousled and his
face flushed. He looked wonderful, spread-eagled on his bed, his ankles and
wrists bound to the four corners. He was stretched out tight and was naked, his
erection huge and hard. Joanna stared at him, loving how good he looked,
feeling so lucky that they had another chance to make their relationship work.

She knew Mike had tried to make her fantasy of being shared
come true, even against his own desires. She understood that he hadn’t been
able to continue, but the truth was that she hadn’t enjoyed her fantasy that
much either. It was better as an idea; better when her mystery lover was really
Mike in disguise.

Eric had helped Joanna to surprise Mike and tie him down, as
part of his effort to get the two of them back together. Now, he was gone, and
Joanna was surprised to realize how much she was enjoying herself. She was used
to being the submissive, with letting Mike have command of their encounters,
but there was something exciting about having him at her mercy.

Especially as he’d made mistakes.

She’d make him pay, then they could get married and torment
each other forever, just as originally planned.

She’d deliberately dressed to entice Mike and it seemed that
he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She walked around the bed, cracking the
whip, letting him look. She was wearing a long patent leather corset that
fastened with big silver clips down one side and short laced black patent boots
to match. Her shiny black gloves were so long that they came almost to her
underarms, and she wore a black mask. Her hair was loose, which she thought
contrasted well with the shiny black encasing her body, and she wore a sheer
dress under the corset. Its hem fluttered and she knew he could see her legs,
even her pubic hair, through it. She felt feminine and invincible, which had to
be the perfect combination for a dominatrix.

It was the middle of Friday night—well, Saturday
morning, actually. She’d only turned on two lights in the bedroom, so the light
was low, and the drapes were pulled tightly against the night. It felt intimate
in Mike’s bedroom.

As if anything could happen.

As if dreams could come true.

The whip was black braided leather. She couldn’t quite
imagine using it on Mike, but she liked the sound of it and the way he flinched
when she cracked it. She did it again, just for effect, and smiled at his
reaction.

“No safe word,” she whispered. “Very bad choice on your
part.” She leaned over him, letting her hair brush against his skin, loving how
he shivered in delight. “Since we’re turning the tables, let’s be fair: you
don’t get a safe word either.” Joanna reached out and put a hand on his thigh,
felt him quiver. “Moan your agreement,” she commanded softly, and Mike did, a
delicious sound of capitulation.

“You also abandoned me,” she said, putting the whip on the
bed and showing him the cock ring she’d brought for him. Mike’s eyes were wide
and his breathing was rapid. His cock told the truth of his reaction, though.
If anything, it got a bit bigger.

Eric had said that Mike liked to mix things up a bit, and it
looked like he was enjoying this. Joanna stroked his thighs with her
fingertips, then caressed the length of his penis. Mike moaned, then groaned as
she caressed his balls. She fastened the cock ring around the root of his penis
and made it snug, then bent over to touch her lips to the tip of his head.

Mike moaned and pumped his hips in the air. Joanna stepped
back and slapped his cock with the flat of her hand. “Bad boy,” she chided.
“Don’t get yourself in more trouble just yet.”

He writhed on the bed and pumped his hips again, trying to
show his desire with his body.

“No begging,” Joanna said, shaking a finger at him. She ran
her fingertips over him again, knowing he had to love the smooth feel of her
gloves. He liked when she was encased and slick. He always chose smooth leather
or satin for her corsets.

Maybe she should have gotten that latex bodysuit.

Maybe next time.

“You’re not allowed to come,” she informed him. “Not until
you’ve completed all of your punishment.” She arched a brow. “Or we’ll have to
start at the beginning all over again.”

He stared at her, almost panting in his excitement.

Joanna strolled around the bed to the other side. “Your
third mistake was that you didn’t tell me about your background. Should I
really have learned from Eric that you’d been to jail? That you’d met Eric in
jail?” She leaned over him quickly. “Should you really have abandoned me in the
captivity of a felon?”

Mike made a sound of protest, but Joanna bent and kissed his
nipple. As soon as her lips touched his skin, he sighed with abandon. He watched
with evident fascination as she flicked her tongue across his nipple, then
suckled it and graze it with her teeth. She tormented it for a few moments,
until it was tight and hard and he was flushed, then straightened. Instead of
moving away, she leaned over him to repeat her actions on the other one. Mike
moaned and shifted impatiently on the bed.

“I’ve only just started,” Joanna told him. “You’re going to
pay for your mistakes. You’re going to convince me that I should give you
another chance. And you’re going to do that by making me orgasm three
times—once for each mistake—before you get to come yourself.”

Mike roared in protest, but Joanna just laughed at him.

“If you come too soon, we start again,” she threatened and
watched his eyes widen. “It’ll be much harder to last for three orgasms the
second time around.”

Joanna straddled Mike, kneeling over him with her back to
his face. She bent over, bracing the soles of her boots against his underarms,
knowing he’d be checking out the heels on her boots, the arches of her feet and
the muscle in her calves. She knew she was giving him a prime view of her wet
sex and pulled up the sheer white cloth to make sure of it. The sight would
drive him crazy, which was precisely her plan.

It was funny how she loved to be blindfolded, how not being
able to see heightened everything for her, while Mike was exactly the opposite.
He had to see to be thrilled as much as possible.

Maybe their differences were part of what made their
relationship work.

She took his cock in her mouth gently, giving him a moment
to gasp, then began to leisurely suck him off.

It took only two slow strokes before he was thrashing,
fighting against his bonds in desperation. She could taste the salt of the
first drop of semen and knew he was close to losing control. He was fighting to
keep from failing her test as soon as it started and she wasn’t so merciless
that she wanted him to blow it.

She didn’t think she could last six orgasms without having
him inside her.

Joanna worked him for another couple of strokes, moving
slowly to make his anguish more complete, dragging out the exercise until she
felt him trembling beneath her. His entire body was taut with
yearning—for her. She ran her tongue up the length of him, gave his balls
a little squeeze, then turned around to kneel at his side.

He was straining to look at her, so she slid up the length
of him. She got another pillow to put behind his head, ensuring that he could
easily see. She lowered herself so that his face was buried between her breasts
and ran her fingers through his hair. She straddled him again, grinding her wet
sex against his chest. He closed his eyes and shuddered.

Joanna unfastened his gag, framed his face in her hands and
kissed him. It was a thorough, slow and satisfying kiss, one that left him
gasping when she lifted her head. It made her heart pound, and she could see
his pulse at his throat. “Joanna, I...” was all he managed to say before she
placed her gloved hand over his mouth. He protested as much as he could but she
shook her head.

“I’ll take care of the first time myself, and you’ll be
quiet.” She met his gaze until he nodded agreement, then trailed her fingertips
across his mouth. He licked his lips, so obviously wanting to say something
that she almost laughed. She squatted over him then, pulling up her skirt to
give him a good view. She licked the tips of her gloved fingers, then touched
herself.