Switch Master: 6 (Ink and Kink) (14 page)

It was a simple matter of rocking back on his knees and
placing his hands palms-up on his thighs. She copied him, kneeling more
gracefully.

“Like this?” she murmured, a pink flush stealing across her
cheeks, revealing her submissive nature remained on the front-burner.

“Like that,” he answered. “Now I’m going to lie back and
you’re to present your pussy to my face. I’ll help you.”

Grabbing her sweet-as-fuck hips, he guided her into
position. She seemed to like having his hands on her hips, so he held tight,
bringing her pussy closer to his mouth. She was lush and gorgeous and every
man’s wet dream come to life.

Sometime soon, he’d shave or wax her mons, leaving only a
narrow triangle or maybe have her completely bare. He looked forward to it.
That was another day. He had her pussy right here before him and he aimed to
take full advantage of it.

Shifting a little, he drew in the scent of her sex, licking
between her folds, aiming for her clit. She gasped and moaned sweetly, the soft
lips of her labia quivering. He did it again, alternating between sucking and
biting.

The harder he suckled, the sooner she bent down toward his
groin, her hand sneaking up to grasp his cock and holding him steady. Wet and
wanton, her tongue lapped his crown, slowly, lovingly, as though she’d never
get enough of the taste of his cock.

He’d waited a long time to have Samantha’s mouth on him, a
dream come true but hotter than his imagination. Resuming his attention on her
gorgeous pussy, he ran his tongue all around her clit, drawing it out from its
hood, biting her because he’d learned fast that his baby doll didn’t like
gentle.

Drawing back, he gave her a push. “Samantha, suck my dick.
No teasing.”

“You like this,” she muttered, bending in such a way that
her hair stroked his groin. Her left hand had sneaked between his legs and got
busy tickling his balls.

“Please, doll, suck me,” he asked, striving for patience.

“You do look delicious, Master Taran,” she admitted, licking
away his pre-cum, driving him positively nuts.

He thought she’d play that game for another minute or two.
She didn’t. She kissed her way down his dick, licking him from base to tip,
found the underside and honed right where his nerve endings congregated.

Taran damn near bucked her off. “Fuck!”

“You like that, Master?”

“Yeah, keep going. Get me good and hard and ready to fuck
you.”

“You’re ready, but it’s fun to play,” she murmured, humming
before continuing to suck only his crown. Once his cock entered her mouth, he
thrust upward, groaning as the hottest woman in the universe devoured his cock.

Taran went back to work on her pussy, enjoying the taste of
her honey as he pushed his tongue deep into her. Then she caught him off guard,
deliberately drawing off him to nibble the veins of his rod.

“Samantha! Don’t bite!” Swatting her ass to warn her to
behave only increased her misbehavior. She kept nibbling, taunting him, sending
his eyes rolling backward.

“I wouldn’t do anything you don’t like,” she promised,
scraping his sensitive crown with her teeth, sending his heart racing, a hungry
roar emanating from his throat.

The possibility that she might put more force behind her
actions had him on edge. Cleverly, she kept him that way. Dark, raunchy and
downright kinky sex got him off. She’d known it and gifted him with exactly
what he needed.

Easing back down to the hard platform beneath him, Taran
trusted her not to take a chunk out of his dick. She’d blindly trusted him to
catch her when she fell backward into his arms, he could trust his cock to her
when he was at his most vulnerable.

Thinking he was a lucky sonofabitch right then, he drove his
tongue into her tight little cunt. She tasted salty, sexy and brazen, hot, and
all his.

Samantha got busier and took him back inside the warm, wet
haven of her mouth. Stars rimmed his eyes as she drew on him. Thrusting his
hips to match her sucking, he knew he was fucking her mouth and he couldn’t
stop.

The more she sucked, the stronger the pleasurable tension in
his balls became, warning he was about to come. Not wanting to come down her
throat yet, Taran drew back.

“No more. Stand up for me.”

Shakily, Samantha climbed to her feet. “Why did we stop? If
I hurt you, forgive me. You’re so delectable, I couldn’t help myself.”

“You weren’t hurting me.” Taking hold of her face, he tilted
her head back so she could look at him. “You were close to getting a mouthful
of cum.”

“I think that’s a compliment.”

“It is. I loved what you were doing.”

“Why’d we stop? I’ve never swallowed, but I would for you.”
Goddamn, the reality of that made him love her even more.

“So I could do this,” he answered, dropping his head closer
to kiss her and give her a taste of pussy.

“This is nice,” she murmured after he freed her lips.

“Look up. See that metal bar?” he asked after she complied,
catching her about the waist to hoist her up. “Grab hold, don’t let go until I
tell you to.”

“I won’t,” she said, gripping the bar tighter.

“Bring your legs up around my waist,” he said, holding on to
her as she wrapped her long legs around his hips.

“Is this right, Master Taran?”

“Yeah, everything with you is right,” he answered, adjusting
himself until his cock met the hot softness of her slit.

Thrusting home, he marveled at how right it was to take her
without a condom. Fucking Samantha without protection meant he couldn’t have
another woman. That was fine, committing himself to her with every thrust of
his hips.

Strong as she was, Samantha deftly used the bar to her
advantage, the subtle definition of her biceps and triceps, abs and legs
constantly amazing him. He loved knowing he was strong enough to fuck her
standing and that she was strong enough to help them find the perfect accord.

Already, his balls drew taut against his body, warning it
wasn’t going to be long before he came. Wanting to push her toward orgasm, he
unclenched his grip on her left hip and swept his hand to her clit.

“Who’s fucking you, Samantha?”

“Master Taran, my Taran,” she answered.

“Who’s going to fuck you from now on?”

“Taran Maddox, he’s this sexy lawyer who’s got it bad for
me.”

Taran damn near howled when she intentionally clenched her
thigh muscles to trap him deep in her cunt. She was silken soft, hotter than
hell and snug as a glove.

“Yes, he has it bad for you. Let go of the bar and come when
you’re ready.”

She freed the bar and wrapped her arms around him, hugging
him so close to her that he felt her heartbeat against his chest. Keeping his
left hand wedged between their bodies, he rubbed her clit mercilessly,
compelling her to buck and arch, his roughness spurring her on.

“Coming, Master…Oh god, oh god, oh god, yes!” She stilled,
orgasm taking hold of her, her pussy walls trembling along his cock as she
lowered her head to his shoulder and bit him. Pain ricocheted through him,
triggering his dark side.

Losing control, Taran shoved his dominant hand through her
hair at the back of her nape, clamping his hand there to keep her right where
she was. She was strong enough to hang on, though he had to rush backward to
brace her against the wall in order to keep fucking her.

Her teeth scraped his shoulder as they collided, knocking
her loose. As if a lightning rod zapped his shoulder, he howled, “Hell yeah,
bite me, baby.”

“I hurt you!” she cried out, almost coming to her senses
about what she’d just done.

“I fucking love it. It hurts so good, doll!” She resumed her
place, biting down on the spot she’d marked.

Mindlessly driving into her now that he had more leverage,
he reveled in the feel of her snug satiny-soft pussy hugging and massaging his
cock. She came, her cunt clamping down on him, triggering his own release as
cum jettisoned into her, flooding her, filling her.

Thankful, he stayed buried inside of her, holding her,
rocking her. It took a long time to recover, not that he had any intention of
drawing out of her until the last possible second.

“I’m sorry I bit you,” she whispered, kissing his shoulder
where she’d left an impression.

“It’s okay, doll, I don’t mind a little pain with my
pleasure.” Without doing more than kissing her forehead and holding her, he
waited until he’d softened and slid out of her.

“You okay, baby love?” he asked, gently setting her to her
feet.

She looked up at him. She was all pink and sweaty and looked
a helluva lot like she’d spent several hours fucking. She’d never been more
beautiful.

“Baby love?” she whispered, sounding a little awestruck.

“Yeah, got a problem with that?”

“No, baby love is good. I like your endearments, Taran. They
make me feel girly and mushy.”

“We’re back to mushy Jell-O, are we?”

“More like mushy legs. My leg muscles are never going to be
the same. And you’d think otherwise considering how much time I’ve put into the
roller derby gig.”

“Your legs are incredible. We’ll have to talk more about
roller derby.”

Samantha scrunched her nose. “If you think I’m giving it up
now that we’re lovers you’d be wrong.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to give up something you enjoy. But it’d
be nice to know your schedule. If you’re going to kick other women’s asses, I
want to watch.”

“You just want to relive your college girl-on-girl
fantasies.”

“Uh, no, I’ve never wanted to be a girl.”

“You know what I meant, Maddox. You’re intentionally being
difficult.”

“Guess I am,” he admitted, shrugging. “Before we go downstairs,
are you interested in looking around the dungeon?”

“I’d like that,” she agreed.

Taran tugged her away from the wall to move behind her.
Wrapping his arms about her waist, he hugged her close.

“Look your fill. We can stay here, walk around, anything you
want.”

“I noticed the ropes hanging on the wall. Is it safe to
admit they intrigue me?”

“It’s always safe to admit what you like and what you don’t.
The chains are definitely out of the equation unless you change your mind.”

“I should have trusted you when I first saw them. I panicked
and it wasn’t fair to put you in that position. I didn’t mean to use my safe
word like that.”

“Never apologize for using your safe word.”

“Don’t you want to know why I panicked?”

“I think I know. All you have to do is give me the name of
motherfucker who turned you into a goddamn slave and I’ll put him in the
grave.”

“Wow, you do understand.”

“Will you tell me about what happened, Samantha?”

“I will, Taran. It’s just…after the great sex we’ve had, I
don’t want to ruin what’s left of the night talking about Mark and his uncle.”

“Mark? The guy from when you were a teenager?”

“Yes. But…” She became quieter, more introspective as she
thought about what to say. “It’s only fair you know the truth in the simplest
way to say it. Mark was the father of the baby I lost, Taran.”

Taran’s heart broke for Samantha. She may have spoken
quietly, but her pain was still very real. He could feel it in the way she
shivered minutely. She wanted so much for the world and her coworkers to think
nothing could hurt her.

In truth, she was soft and sweet with a hint of shyness he
guessed she’d worked very hard to overcome by presenting a kickass attitude to
those she first met.

“I’m sorry you lost your baby, honey,” he said, wishing he
could change the outcome. Since he couldn’t, he did the next best thing. He
hugged her and rocked her while she swayed back and forth.

“You’re a kind man, Taran,” she told him.

“I don’t know about that, Samantha. There’s a very real part
of me who wants to hunt your ex down and beat the snot outta him, not to
mention what I’d do to his uncle. At a guess, I’d say it was his uncle who made
you feel like a slave.”

“You’re right. But you won’t have to worry about beating
James Cormack, or Mark, for that matter. James is in prison. After what he did
to me, and being the cause of losing my daughter, I helped the police and
courts convict him. Justice prevailed, thank goodness.”

“I don’t give a damn if justice already prevailed. You’re
mine now, Samantha. What hurts you hurts me, I won’t let them get away with
it.”

“Even if I was a teenage runaway?” she tested. “Much of what
happened to me back then was my own fault.”

“I’d imagine you were scared and a little naïve when you ran
away. It wasn’t your fault,” Taran said. “It’s obvious that what those men did
to you still hurts.”

“It does, but not as much as it used to. My friendships with
you, Ethan and Phalen have helped me see I can trust again, ditto for Avery,
Cassie, Morgan, Eve and my derby teammates.”

“How much has it helped to become a roller derby babe?”

“Roller derby and a support group have helped me come to
terms with the fact that I’m a woman. Actually, I’ve been in a support group
for years. However there’s something you should know.”

“What’s that?”

“Your patience these past eleven months has been my saving
grace. Every time I tried pushing you away, you gave me the space I needed
without letting go. When I was ready, here you were, waiting for me.”

“I’ll always be here for you. Tell me something and I’ll
leave it alone for the rest of the night.”

“What do you need to know?”

“Tell me that what happened with Mark’s uncle wasn’t sexual.
If it was, I swear, I will kill him. I don’t give a damn if he’s in prison.”

“There was never sexual abuse, Taran,” she assured with
conviction. Relief swarmed through him and he nearly collapsed to the floor.

“Thank God. I hope you know you can tell me anything and
it’ll change nothing between us.”