Switch Master: 6 (Ink and Kink) (18 page)

“That sounds interesting,” Samantha said. “Tell me more.”

“Phalen, being a veteran, has been concerned by the rising
number of returning soldiers from Iraq and Afghanistan who can’t find jobs.
He’d like to offer military-style mixed-martial-arts training. Who best to
handle the training than veterans who are also certified in MMA?”

“That’s a great idea.”

Getting up, he took their mugs to the one-cup coffee machine
and refilled both as they talked about Phalen’s newest business venture with
Alex. Taran enjoyed the conversation. Samantha was relaxed, easy going and
clever, suggesting that maybe Alex and Phalen would consider defense courses
specifically for women, much like those taught at the safe haven.

Once the coffees were ready, he added sugar and creamer as
they preferred and carried the mugs back to the table, setting them down.
Reclaiming his seat, he nonchalantly moved his hand to cover the remote.

After she finished taking a sip of her coffee, he turned on
the vibe to tease her. He didn’t want to overwhelm her too quickly or cause her
to become too sore to handle more later on.

Her eyes widened in shock. “Taran, the vibrator is pulsing.”

“It is? Let’s fix that.” Deliberately flicking his thumb
along the circular control switch, he set the vibe to a medium setting.

“Taran, stop that,” she uttered, gasping a little.

“What? This?” Turning the dial up a fraction more, he
watched her come unglued.

She couldn’t sit still, much as she tried. She shifted,
fingering the front-buttoned onesie as if she might reach in and try to stop
the vibrations.

“I…can’t sit still. Have to get the harness off.”

“Don’t do that. Let the vibe tickle your clit. I won’t let
it overwhelm you. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Ah…amazing, especially the warmth,” she admitted.

Involuntarily, her hips began gyrating. He watched, enjoying
the sight of her beautiful face and rocking of her hips as she got closer to
climax, but he would not let her come without permission.

“Samantha, if you need to come, you know what you must do.”

She was rocking more on her own than from the clitoris
vibrator. Each time she maneuvered her hips, she drove herself harder against
the anal teaser. Taran thumbed the control switch, slowing the pulses way down.

“No, no, Master Taran, please, may I come? Don’t leave me
hanging this way.”

“Ask each time you want to orgasm today, understand?” he
insisted, granting her wish and turning up the heat and the sensations.

“Oh god…thank you Master, thank you, I love you,” she cried
out, gasping and sputtering and coming apart right there in her chair.

“Love you too, baby doll.”

Damn she was hot as fuck when she came. It was all he could
do not to shove the plates and mugs aside and fuck her right there on the
table.

Maybe later, he would. Hitting the off switch, he let go of
the remote.

“Come sit on my lap and thank your Master with a kiss.”

Shifting out from beneath the table, he offered his hand and
she took it. With a swift jerk, he pulled her from her chair and deposited her
onto his lap, loving the way she snuggled up against him and peppered kisses
all over his face and throat.

“Thank you, thank you,” she murmured happily.

“You’re welcome. Would you like me to brush your hair? I can
carry you right over to the sitting area and we can snuggle afterward.”

“Um-hmm,” she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder.

Taran ignored the breakfast dishes and stood up with
Samantha in his arms. Doing exactly what he’d promised, he carried her to the
sofa, set her on his lap and reached around her to get the hairbrush.

It didn’t take long to run the brush through her damp hair.
He admitted he was a little surprised that the color of her hair was from a
salon. If it made her happy to get her hair done, it pleased him.

As soon as he finished removing any tangles she may have
gotten between the shower and his rough toweling off, he tossed the brush aside
and gathered her up so they could recline on the sofa.

He’d purposefully left the remote on the table. Later, he’d
retrieve it and get Samantha off multiple times throughout the day. First, they
had some phone calls to make.

Sam couldn’t remember a time when she felt more at peace.
She especially enjoyed snuggling with Taran for more than an hour. There was
nowhere to go, no cases to solve or problems to handle for the time being.

After about an hour, Taran shifted her off his lap and
kissed her.

“I need to run downstairs to clean up the kitchen. Care to
come along?” he asked after standing up.

“Sure,” she agreed, grateful when he assisted her. She could
get used to Taran taking care of her. Even the littlest things meant a lot.

He went over to his dresser, pulled out a pair of boxer
shorts and slipped them on, waiting for her to join him. Together they headed
out of the bedroom suite. Strangely, it felt as though they’d been lost in
their own private paradise for days. In reality, it’d only been during the
night and part of the morning.

Samantha looked around the kitchen, smiling as the memory
resurfaced of Taran losing control for that first few minutes and fucking her
on the countertop with a desperation she’d shared.

She wished she’d chosen a better time to tell him why she
couldn’t get pregnant, but he’d been kind and compassionate, giving exactly the
right amount of support. He might be younger than her, but his maturity level
was through the roof. She suspected that had a lot to do with his being a
lawyer who took his job seriously.

“Sam, what’s the matter?” Taran asked, the concern in his
voice causing her to bring her gaze around in order to watch him sweep the
broken mug into a dustpan with a small broom. Even as he knelt on the floor,
his eyes were right on her face, observant, open and warm.

“Nothing’s wrong, I was reliving last night…on the counter.”

“We’ll fuck there again, as long as my brother and Morgan
aren’t around.”

“Yeah, talk about awkward dinner conversations afterward,”
she said, laughing.

“Speaking of dinner, you know about the Maddox family
gatherings almost every Saturday night, right?”

“For band practice, sure,” she answered.

“Exceptions happen, of course, such as when nor’easters
occur or when Ethan and Morgan stay in Salem.” Taran finished his task and stood
up, carrying the dustpan over to empty it in a trashcan stowed under the sink.

“Or whenever Ethan and I have a case,” she added.

“You’ll join us for family dinner from now on, won’t you?”
he asked, making her heart trip excitedly.

“Absolutely, your brothers and Cassie and Morgan are family
now. If all works out between us, I’ll be an aunt.”

“There’s no if, doll.”

He put the dustpan and broom in a narrow closet between the
fridge and the sink, turning around to prop his butt against the counter.
Offering his hand, he waited for her to accept, bringing her into the cradle of
his arms.

“I’m the first to admit I can be a sonofabitch when I lose
at something or don’t get my way, but I’m open minded and I’m very good
listener.”

“You are. Ethan told me once that you’d intercept if he got
into a fight with Phalen or ran interference with your parents if one of you
did something wrong.”

“Can’t deny that, those two could go at it and do damage. I
can’t tell you how many times I had to get bags of frozen peas out of the
freezer to use for black eyes.”

Concerned because he suddenly seemed sad, she reached up and
placed her hand against his cheek. “Did they get frozen peas for you, Taran?”

“They did. Ethan and I fought more when Phalen was in
college. Once I asked out a girl knowing he’d already been working on her at
school.”

“Bet that didn’t fly with Ethan.”

“Let’s just say my easygoing brother’s fists flew and I lost
a tooth, not to mention needing stitches on my chin. It happened when our
parents were already gone and Phalen was home for spring break.”

“Was that when he introduced you two to trust falls and
obstacle courses?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve always wondered about something. You and Ethan were
still minors, fifteen and seventeen, when your parents passed away and Phalen was
at LSU. How was it that you two didn’t need a guardian?”

“Our godfather, a friend of my dad’s from the Army, became
our temporary legal guardian. Phalen was named the executor of our parents’
estate and called him. Things worked out for all of us.”

“That’s great. I’m glad you all found a way to stay
together.”

“We called our godfather Uncle Bill. He’s a good man.”

“Where is he now?”

“Portland, Maine. He’s a lobsterman and supplements his
income by taking tourists out on his boat. He’s salty and frank, but there’s
nothing wrong with that.”

“Is he single?”

“Never married, claims he’s happiest when he’s out on the
water, drawing up lobster traps.”

“I hope to meet him sometime soon.”

“You will.”

“Didn’t he ever object when you and Ethan got into
fistfights?”

“Sure did and took us to task for it.” Lifting his hand, he
placed it over hers, pressing her fingers into his cheek. “Ethan, Phalen and I
are brothers, Samantha. When arguments happened we got through them as long as
we didn’t lose sight of what’s important, family.”

“You’re right. Do you think you’d travel to Vermont with me
soon?”

“To meet your mom?” he asked.

“Um-hmm, I’m going to need you.”

“I’ll be there. Look, I know the two of us are going to
disagree sometimes. As long as we remain open to each other and avoid going to
bed angry, we’ll be fine.”

“I’ll be there for you too. If Phalen and Ethan get bossy
with you, I’ll set them both on their collective, fabulous Maddox asses.”

“No doubt you will.” Taran dropped a kiss on the top of her
head then took her by the shoulders and pushed her back slightly. “So how about
running upstairs to get some snow clothes on?”

“Okay,” she agreed, going up on her toes to kiss his jaw
before turning and rushing from the kitchen as he gathered up their clothes and
stuffed them under one arm.

Halfway up the stairs, she realized Taran was behind her. He
placed his hand at the small of her back, making her feel petite and precious
simply by revealing how big his hands were and how soft she was in comparison
to him.

“Taran, can I remove that thing in the back?” she asked,
having moved in such a way that the anal toy became a distraction, tempting
her.

He paused at the top of the stairs. “There are a lot of
things in this world. Can you be more specific?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Then the answer is no.”

“Please?”

“When you want something, ask properly.” Taran used the hand
at her back to carefully push her forward.

She waited until they were back in the familiarity of the
bedroom. It looked exactly the same, very male, with a lot of green and gold.
The exposed wooden floors were gorgeous, the braided throw rugs strategically
placed around the room adding to the warmth.

It was neat and tidy, as she’d expect. An archway separated
the sleeping area from the sitting room, dinette and small kitchen. During the
night, Taran told her the archway had originally been a door that led to
Ethan’s bedroom. The openness of the design made the place feel like a cozy
apartment.

Taran dropped his arm when they went inside and took the
clothes over to a closet. Opening the folded doors, he revealed a stackable
washer and dryer.

“I’ll wash all this later,” he said, placing everything on
top of the washer. “Why don’t you give Luke a call while I find snow pants for
you?”

“Um, that’d be great, except we left our phones downstairs.”

“Relax for a few. I’ll be right back.”

He left the room, taking the remote to the clitoris vibrator
with him. Surely he wasn’t planning on zapping her from the kitchen. If she
removed the strap-on, would she get in trouble?

A better question, if she got in trouble, how good would sex
be as a result? When she obeyed, sex was fantastic. When she was bad, she could
only imagine what would happen.

Before she really had the chance to unbutton the front of
the onesie and test her Master, he returned with their phones.

“Here you go. If you’re up to it after we shovel out the
spaces across the street, we could head to Maddox Ink to shovel out your car.”

“That’d be great,” she said.

Taran handed her phone over. “Anything you need to ask of
me, doll?”

“Snow pants?”

“Coming right up,” he said, waiting momentarily to see if
she needed anything else.

He disappeared into his huge closet. Sam could’ve asked
about the anal toy. She chose not to. If it proved distracting while she talked
on the phone, she’d ask Taran if she could remove it.

While he was busy in the closet, she was able to reach Luke.
He was fine and had already gone outside to shovel the snow from his aunt’s
walkway and around her car. He’d promised to start on the driveway after eating
lunch, but she told him to hold off, since Taran was going to contact a
snowplow driver who worked for the Maddox family.

“Everything okay?” Taran asked, returning with a pair of old
snow pants. “These are mine from when I was in college. Hopefully they’ll fit
you.”

“They’ll do. Luke’s shoveled out his aunt’s walkway and
car.”

“Good for him,” Taran said. “Can I talk to him?”

“Luke? Taran would like to speak to you. Is that okay?”

With Luke’s agreement, she turned the phone over to Taran.
She took the pants from his grip and headed over to the bed to put them on.

She’d barely managed to sit down when Taran, instigator that
he was, decided to remind her that he had the remote to the vibrator. A strong,
constant buzzing began, honing right in on her needy clit.

“Taran!” she choked out, trying not to let Luke overhear
her.

For his part, Taran continued to talk to Luke, taking a seat
at the dinette table, lounging back with a devilish smile on his
handsome-as-sin face and keeping an eye on her. Of course he was calm! He
wasn’t the one getting deliciously fucked by sex toys.

The anal stimulator was working its magic, prodding exactly
the way she’d come to like, forcing her to roll her hips in time with the
vibrations centered on her clit. She didn’t even remember collapsing to the
bed.

All she could do was go with the sensations, letting them
take her over. Unbidden and unexpectedly, she came in a rush she couldn’t
ignore or contain. Rather than cry out, she grasped a pillow and bit into it,
loving the wantonness that flowed through her only to realize she’d made a huge
no-no…

She hadn’t asked Taran’s permission to come. Now what? More
so, when would she have to pay the piper?

Beyond her understanding as to why, Taran continued to keep
the vibrator turned on intermittent pulsing, adding in the soft warmth that
miraculously eased any lingering soreness far better than Advil could have
done, forcing her to wonder when it would start vibrating at super-max speed.

Finally, his baritone voice with its sexy Bostonian accent
went silent. There was a pause, a deep breath and the sound of the chair
scooting back as he stood.

Sam flopped over on her side, spying the way Taran stalked
across the floor. He was rock-hard, his cock thick and rampant behind his boxer
shorts. Any moment now he’d join her on the bed.

Frankly, she wanted to be fucked, badly. Quickly unbuttoning
her onesie, she was about to shred it if it meant he’d join her in bed.

“No, button up,” he said and she obeyed in a hurry.
Quiet-spoken though he’d been, there was no missing the straight-up command.

Taran came right up to the bed, his eyes, intense and hot,
trailed up and down her sprawled figure, making her extremely aware of how
desperately he wanted her. Rather than touch her or reproach her, he knelt down
to pick something up.

“Here you go,” he said, handing her the snow pants. “Need
help getting these on?”

“Aren’t you going to fuck me, discipline me, something?” she
asked, so sure that he would if only because she hadn’t asked for his
permission to come.

“Yes to all of the above. Get dressed, Sam.”

“Okay, but that’s kind of weird. How will we have sex if I’m
wearing this?”

“Didn’t say when we’d fuck, did I?”

Sam sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. Taran had
eased up on the pulsations altogether, leaving the vibe on warm. It was exactly
what she needed.

“Are you upset? I’m sorry I didn’t ask you if I could come.
I got carried away.”

“I’m not upset. The lesson regarding your ability to orgasm
without hesitation has been taught. From now on, unless we’ve negotiated it in
a scene, you may come at will. However, anytime you come, you must thank me.”

On edge now, Sam started to pull the pants on over the
onesie.

“One question, Master Taran,” she said, remembering to go
down to the floor on her knees and assume the position he’d taught her. “May I
have your permission to remove the anal toy before we go outside?”

“Why do you need it removed, Samantha?”

“It’s incredibly distracting.”

“And?”

“It makes me want to say yes to anything you want to do to
me, anal sex included.”

“Are you ready to admit that you want me to fuck your ass?”

“Almost, I simply need a little more time to come to terms
with the idea that it won’t hurt.”

“Doll, sometimes things hurt in a good way.”

“That’s not helping, Taran. Can I remove the toy?”

“Because you asked nicely, and you told the truth, yes.
Come, I’ll do it for you.”

He held out his hand and she took it, appreciating the help
up. Taran turned her about, unbuttoned the back flap on the onesie and
carefully removed the toy from its place.

“Thank you,” she said after he buttoned her up again.

“You’re welcome.”

Taran dropped a kiss on the top of her head and walked off
toward the bathroom. She could hear the sink splash and figured he was washing
off the toy. While he was gone, she pulled on the snow pants. They were old,
but they were warm and fit her after a couple modifications and the suspenders
went up over her shoulders.