Switch Master: 6 (Ink and Kink) (19 page)

Taran returned from the bathroom, drawing her attention to
him. Easily noticing his erection was still prevalent, she groaned at the
answering pang of longing within her pussy.

“Do you need any help with that?” she offered, gesturing to
his groin.

“Not at the moment. Do me a favor and take some Advil before
we go outside. There’s a bottle in the bathroom closet.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want you to be too sore when we come home.”

“Honestly, much of the soreness has eased.”

“Great, take the Advil anyway. Shoveling snow will make us
both sore if we don’t do it correctly.”

“Okay,” she agreed.

In the bathroom, she found the Advil, took one with water
and then followed up with some mouthwash. The area around the sink was clean,
but she noticed the bottle of mouthwash was in a different spot than before and
figured Taran had done the same.

She didn’t see the anal toy anywhere. He must’ve put it away
for safekeeping. When he’d introduce bigger, thicker toys into their foreplay,
she couldn’t say. Though she had to admit she was looking forward to it.

Back in the bedroom, she saw that Taran was wearing snow
pants, boots and a parka. In his hands was a smaller coat that matched the
pants she was wearing.

“This will be a little big on you, but it’ll be warm. I have
big feet. It’s doubtful my boots will fit you.”

“I can make do with my combat boots.”

“In that case, let me get some socks and foot warmers you
can use.”

Taran disappeared for less than a minute. When he returned,
he handed over socks that were nearly as ugly as the onesie. An added bonus was
the pockets on the bottom of the socks and the disposable warmer packets Taran
placed in them.

When they were ready and Taran cleaned up the breakfast
stuff, they headed out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen. He found some
gloves in a drawer for her to wear, helped her put them on and retrieved her
combat boots.

Glancing outside through the window above the sink, Sam
could see that the snow had turned to flurries. The worst of the storm was
over.

“What did you talk to Luke about?” she asked as Taran dug
through the same utility drawer where he’d found her gloves.

“I invited him and his aunt to lunch with us tomorrow, if
you’re all right with that.”

“I’d love it,” Sam stated, wanting very much to spend time
with both of them.

“Last night we made a lot of promises to him, including a
phone and a job at Maddox Ink. It’s time to follow up on them.”

“Do you think Glenda will object?”

“I mentioned the job I’d offered to Luke when I spoke to
her. She’s a little hesitant about having him ride the bus into the city, but
between the two of us and perhaps the Femme Fatales or my brothers, we may be
able to work out something.”

“I certainly don’t mind carpooling. Luke needs the job.
It’ll give him a sense of responsibility.”

“I was thinking of offering Glenda a job as well. In
addition to needing a legal assistant, I could use a receptionist.”

“That would be awesome. She might welcome the chance not to
have to rely on a temp service.”

“After we all have lunch with them, I was thinking the two
of us could head back to your apartment and crash for the night.”

Sam smiled, feeling playful. “Are you suggesting that you’d
like to sleep in the same bed?”

“Sleep, maybe, fuck, yes.”

“In that case, you’re welcome to stay. And just so you know,
I have to be at the Roller Emporium for roller derby three nights a week. Do
you mind bed-hopping between here and my apartment for a little while?”

Taran prowled up to her, the trademark Maddox growl
emanating in his throat.

“No, I don’t. But whether we’re at your place or here, I’m
calling the shots for a while. Got it?”

“Got it, Master Taran,” she said, inclining her head
slightly.

“Are you ready to head out to the frozen tundra?”

“Ready,” she answered, playfully saluting him.

Unexpectedly, he caught her hand, tugged her close and gave
her a long, delicious kiss. He tasted of cinnamon and love, the kind of love
that lasted forever.

Slowly drawing back, Taran looked down at her. “We really
should go or we’re not leaving anytime soon.”

“We should,” she agreed, even though she wanted to retreat
to the bedroom and stay there for the remainder of the day.

Taran withdrew and opened the kitchen door, stopping in his
tracks due to the pile of snow outside the door. With a few kicks and stomps,
he created a path.

Sam followed, the bone-deep cold hitting her in the face and
bringing tears to her eyes. Thankful that everywhere else on her body was warm,
she didn’t complain.

She did make use of the trail he’d created, gradually
joining him at a small well-built shed in the quaint fenced-in backyard. He
cracked the shed open, pulled out two snow shovels and handed one over.

“Feel free to head back inside where it’s warm until it’s
time to go to Maddox Ink. We’ll drive over there.”

“I’m with you for the day.”

She took the shovel, working alongside of Taran to dig a
real path between the house and the shed. It took a little while and a great
deal of patience. Fortunately, the storm had changed to light, fluffy flurries.

After finishing the backyard pathway, they headed to the
front, cleaned off the front stoop and the section of walkway that led up to
and bordered the brownstone. In the parking lot across the street, they dug out
Taran’s truck and Morgan’s new Toyota RAV-4, shoveling out the reserved space
for Ethan’s car.

Sam felt as if she’d become a Popsicle by the time Taran
took the shovels, hopped into the back of his truck to remove the snow clogging
it up, then left the shovels in the bed before rushing back to the house. He
returned with the keys to the truck, his cell phone and his wallet.

“You could’ve come with me, you know?” he said upon buckling
her up inside the Ford’s cool interior.

“Sure, but then I’d want to stay inside. Besides, my feet
are cozy and my hands are dry. Let’s get to Maddox Ink so we can check on
things there and get back home. We’ll make soup for lunch.”

Taran closed her door and headed around to the driver’s side
and turn on the engine. Once the heat kicked in, her face began to thaw.

In route to Maddox Ink, Sam’s Master cleverly managed to
remind her that he still had control of the vibrator teasing her clitoris. The
heat felt wonderful, especially as it seemed to warm her up from the inside
out. The periodic pulsing was tempting.

“Taran, not again,” she warned. “It’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?”

“You’re driving me mad with wanting you and you’re sitting
over there as pretty as you please.”

He laughed, loudly! Not to mention he’d slipped his hand
into his pocket and hit the control switch, sending Sam’s vibe on maximum. He
was relishing his part in her plight and giving her no mercy.

“This is the price you pay for choosing the onesie,” Taran
told her, the smirk on his face promising that he was far from being done.

With the seatbelt keeping her from rocking too much, she
tried to shift and roll away, only to have Taran turn the vibrator off and she
almost vaulted the gearshift to pummel him if he didn’t return it to max.

Thankfully, he turned the vibe back on, kicking it way up.
Perfect. Her pussy and her clit were wide awake. No matter what she did, she
knew she was close to orgasm and just like that, she crested and crashed in
glorious waves of relief.

“Thank you for letting me come, Master,” she said even as he
toyed with the remote and ramped her need up to a fever pitch.

“Again?” she whispered, turning her head to look over at
him. She still couldn’t sit back.

“Yeah, again, I want you to beg for my cock, doll. When you
do, I’ll fuck you as often as you want.”

Minutes later they arrived at Maddox Ink. Taran safely
navigated the small parking lot that’d already been plowed and came to a halt,
setting the brake.

“You’re difficult, aren’t you?” she observed aloud, stunned
at how good he’d made her feel in such a short span of time, without driving
her too hard or too fast for comfort.

“Finally figured that one out?” His left arm moved slightly,
warning her a second before the vibrator’s warmth worked its familiar magic,
soothing and stimulating her clit at the same time.

“Oh god, I hope no one can see us,” she murmured, thinking
she’d be more prepared to handle the intensity of the tiny tremors that shot
through her pussy whenever he switched the device from warm to intense
vibrations.

Grasping a fistful of her hair, Taran pulled just enough to
keep her on edge. “Do you want to come, Samantha?”

“Yes, Master Taran, I do, very much.” Unsure if she was
talking loud enough, she welcomed the sting at her nape as he used her hair to
get her to sit up.

“Come for me, loudly. I don’t give a damn how many people
can see you,” he said. “I want to hear you scream.”

Who knew how many were outside? Sam didn’t. She couldn’t
really see, though her eyes were wide open. Deep in the heart of her pussy,
tension mounted, orgasm sprung.

“Oh god, I’m coming!” she shouted, uncaring who might hear.
At last, the vibrations eased but she was utterly spent.

“That’ll do for now, doll. That’ll do.” The strong fingers
still grasping her hair let go, combing gently through her tresses.

“Have I told you I love you?” she asked, overwhelmed with
how much sensation her body could take.

“You have. I love you too, Samantha.” Grasping her left
hand, he brought it to his mouth. “Thank you for what you’ve given me so far
today.”

“You’re welcome. How many people heard us?”

“Look and see.”

Sam lifted her eyes, instantly noticing that the only
vehicle in the small lot was her cruiser. It was covered in a thick blanket of
snow.

“No employees made their way in?”

“Made some calls when I went to get our phones from the
kitchen. I told everyone to stay home and to cancel any appointments scheduled.
We’ll open Monday as usual. Maddox Ink is closed on Sundays.”

“Can we go inside soon? I really need to use the restroom.”

“Yes, doll.” Taran kissed her hand again and let go,
climbing out of the truck and moving around to assist her down.

Looking around the parking lot, she noticed that the private
snowplow service had already come by. Her cruiser had been shoveled out already
and the lot and walkways were plowed, salted and sanded.

“Wow, looks as if we didn’t need the shovels,” Sam said.

“I couldn’t have been certain when the plow would come by so
I brought the shovels on the chance that we’d need them. Let’s get inside and
warm up some.”

It didn’t take terribly long for them to dash inside the
building and make sure everything was okay. Taran kindly helped her unbuckle
the strap-on harness so she could use the bathroom while he checked the
security camera setup Phalen had installed and made some calls in his office.

As soon as she was done, she went to Taran, not even
thinking to resist when he insisted she wear the harness again. She’d cleaned
up with some wet toilet tissue wipes provided in the bathroom before returning
to him and was admittedly intrigued as to how long he’d control her orgasms.

Surprisingly, he didn’t turn on the vibrator on the drive
back to the brownstone. She was grateful for the reprieve, although she
desperately wanted to have sex again. She didn’t expect to have to wait.
Instead of taking her upstairs, Taran led her to a small alcove near the
kitchen where they could remove their snow gear.

He was faster at kicking off his boots and undressing than
she was, sweetly offering to help, but she declined when he promised to make
lunch. Once he left the alcove, she finished removing her coat and pants,
hanging them on a hook.

Ready to face him again, she padded back to the kitchen.
Taran stood before a big stove wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. On one of
the burners was a pot of what smelled like chicken noodle soup. It was
heavenly, but Taran looked good enough to eat.

“You must be hungry,” he said without looking back at her.

“Starving,” she admitted. Not just for soup, though she’d
rather eat something hearty before they had sex again.

“Lunch is almost ready. Why don’t you take a seat at the
booth?”

Sam made herself comfortable. The booth had always been her
favorite place to sit whenever she and Ethan worked on a case together. The
Maddox brothers had made changes in the kitchen over the years, modernizing
appliances and the flooring, but the booth remained the same.

A couple of minutes later, Taran brought over two bottles of
cold water from the fridge and set them on the table then went back to the
stove to ladle up two huge bowls of soup.

“Be right back. We need some crackers.” Taran rustled around
in the pantry for some saltines and brought them to the table. “You could have
started without me.”

“I didn’t mind waiting.”

“Thought you were starving,” he noted, sitting across from
her.

“I am. Watching you was almost as good as lunch will be.”

“Almost? I should take exception to that. I’m way tastier
than chicken noodle soup.”

“Maybe…maybe not, it really depends on what you’ve eaten.
They say certain foods make semen taste awful. Others such as pineapple or
melon make it sweeter. So far you’ve tasted salty, male.”

Taran opened the crackers and crushed a handful into his
bowl of soup, stirring them into the broth with his spoon.

“I’ll have to keep that in mind. I wouldn’t want to taste
bad for my woman.”

“In that case, from now on no asparagus or smelly vegetables
for you when we’re going to have some oral sex fun,” she declared teasingly.