Switch Master: 6 (Ink and Kink) (22 page)

“Yes,” she said after a moment, offering her hands out to
him. “I thought we were going to watch a movie.”

“We will. This is a way to get used to letting me do things
for you.”

“What about dinner?”

“I’ll untie you before then.”

“You won’t leave me?”

“Any Dom who leaves his sub alone when she’s bound should
have his dick locked in a cage. If you feel panicked or uncomfortable, all you
have to do is tell me and I’ll take the rope off.”

Samantha waited, submissively bowing her head. “I trust you,
Master Taran. Alex gave me books on Shibari. This isn’t the same.”

“The purpose of wrist bondage is to get you used to being
bound and reliant on me. Before we venture into Shibari, I’d suggest attending
munches together so that you can learn how to bind me when you’re ready to top
me.”

“I understand and bow to your wisdom,” she said, lowering
her head. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you or be hurt. At munches do
they teach how to use whips and floggers?”

“Yes. Phalen is in charge of instruction when it comes to
using any type of whip. You’d learn from the best.”

“When you’re bound, are you agreeable to letting me use a
flogger?”

“Yes I am. I’m proud of you, Samantha,” he said. Her
shoulders squared, her head rising a bit though her eyes remained focused
downward.

“You are? Why?”

“Because you’re already learning how to negotiate scenes and
you’re willing to understand all aspects of BDSM. Put your arms out in front of
you and lock your hands together. Lift your head and watch, learn.”

She obeyed. Her gaze was soft, sincere and curious, her
submissiveness on display in the healthy pink tint stealing across her cheeks.
Twice her tongue slicked out to moisten her kiss-swollen lips.

Proud of causing the sexed-up look on her face, he took the
rope and rubbed it along the backs of her hands and wrists. When she showed no
sense of panic, he folded the six-foot rope in half and secured it around her
wrists, being certain there was enough give that it wouldn’t put too much
pressure on her veins.

“How’s that feel? Not too tight or scary?”

“Nothing’s scary so far.”

“Good. You should know that when you’re bound there are
things I can do to you, positions I can place you in that will require your
absolute trust, especially so with Shibari.”

“Can you suspend me?” she asked, looking at her wrists.

“Yes, but that’s something I wouldn’t try with you until
you’re more confident. If you suddenly panic, there’s always a failsafe.” He
showed her the failsafe then rebound her wrists.

“I appreciate that,” she said, having paid close attention.

“Ready for the movie now?” he asked.

“Yes, Master Taran.”

“Thank you for trusting me in this. May I kiss you?”

“Always,” she said softly, lifting her chin. Her eyes had
softened with a look of wonder. She’d tested her bounds, knew what to do if she
suddenly needed an out.

Placing his hand beneath her chin, he kept her still as he
leaned down and kissed a path from her lips to her earlobe and whispered, “I
love you, Samantha.”

“I love you too,” she said, giggling when he nipped at the
tender flesh. Samantha didn’t wear earrings. She didn’t have any piercings that
he’d noticed.

“You’ve no earrings,” he said, drawing back.

“I had my earlobes pierced when I was twelve. The holes
closed up a long time ago.”

“Are you interested in having them pierced again?” he asked,
stepping back to lead her to the living room half of the suite and helping her
into his big lounge chair.

“Do you know how to pierce ears?”

“Yes. Phalen and I have a body piercer for Maddox Ink and
Ink Master’s. She’s very talented.”

Samantha nibbled at her lips. “I’m not opposed to earrings.
I’d prefer to wear something small when on the job and need to be careful
during roller derby bouts.”

“Okay, I’ll find studs or let you pick out earrings you’d
feel comfortable wearing. When you’re ready, I want to pierce your nipples or
bellybutton, your choice on which.”

“Why?”

“To collar you,” he answered.

“Are we moving too fast here?”

“You’re the woman I want to be with. Collaring you would be
an honor.”

“Can I collar you by having your nipples pierced?”

Taran knelt down before her. “Yes, of course, I’m as much
yours as you are mine.”

“Do you know how much nipple piercing is going to hurt?”

“It’ll hurt for a little bit,” he stated.

“Would you schedule something with your body piercer?”

“When it comes to something as delicate as your nipples or
anywhere, the only person I’d trust is Ryan Hathaway. He’s pierced Alex’s
nipples.”

“How do you know that?” Her eyes went wide, a smirk on her
face.

“When you get your ass kicked by Alex Grant enough times,
you become observant. Last week, I actually beat him in a sparring match. As a
result, he revealed Ryan’s work.”

“I’m impressed. As reserved as Alex appears, he’s a tiger
when roused.”

“He’s a gigantic pain in the ass, make no mistake, but I
love him as much as my brothers. Just don’t tell him, it’ll go to his fat
head.”

“Oh how I could use that against you.”

“You could.”

“What would it cost me?”

“A torturous tickle session,” he said.

“How did you know I’m ticklish?”

“I suspected after the way you tensed when I used the eight
ball on your foot. Right now, you confirmed it.”

“If you dare tickle me, I will get you back, pretty boy.”

“I’ll take my chances. If we get into a tickle match, one of
us will end up getting fucked. That’s a win-win if you ask me.”

“You’re ticklish?”

“Not really. There are other ways you could torture me if
you wanted to try.”

“Interesting, all the same, if you’re willing to go through
having your nipples pierced, I’ll consent to body piercing.”

“Okay,” he agreed, standing up.

“Who knew Taran Maddox would be so flexible?”

“It comes from years of martial arts training and having to
learn how to defend myself against Ethan and Phalen.”

“I didn’t mean that kind of flexible,” she remarked,
laughing softly.

“Figured as much.” He went over to the rack of DVDs. “I have
a lot of movies. There’s also premium channels and pay-per-view. What are you
in the mood for?”

“How about an action flick?” she answered.

“Action it is,” he said, selecting two possibilities and
letting her decide which she preferred.

“After this movie, can we rent something hot?”

“Hot as in hardcore porn hot?”

“Yeah, I’m game if you are.”

“All right,” he agreed, liking her style.

Taran turned on the entertainment system and put the movie
into the Blu-Ray player. Once the opening credits began, he went over to the
kitchen and poured them two glasses of soda. There was a small snack table
beside the lounge chair and he returned with the sodas, placing them on the
table.

“Thirsty?” he asked.

“I’m fine at the moment, thank you. Take a seat, join me,”
she invited, sitting there looking incredibly sexy with her hands properly
bound in her lap.

Not surprised that his dick hardened, he ignored it and took
a seat, wedging himself beside her and turning enough so she could rest against
his side. Propping his arm around her shoulders, he used his free hand to hit a
switch along the right arm of the chair, rocking them backward.

“This good?” he asked.

“Very comfortable,” she answered, keeping her eyes on the
television.

Taking a remote that controlled the lighting in the room
from the side table, he turned the overhead lights low so as not to put a glare
on the TV screen. The movie began with an explosion.

Half an hour later, he forgot what was going on. His
thoughts were entirely on Samantha. She smelled sexy and sweet, reminding him
of crisp snow and hot woman. She felt familiar, as if she’d become part of his
soul.

Trying to focus on the movie, he reached over and grabbed a
soda, offering Samantha a sip first. Quenching his thirst after she was
satisfied, he set the glass on the table.

“How are you doing with the rope?” he asked, touching her
bound wrists before tucking his arm behind her back.

“Fine so far,” she answered.

“Keep your arms in your lap,” he said.

“Okay. If you distract me from Jason Statham, you’d better
make it worth it.”

“Everything I do to you will be worth it, doll.”

Shifting to face her more comfortably, he used his free hand
to explore her, beginning with her face, missing nothing. No longer caring
about the movie, she turned toward him, issuing a cute little hum.

Caressing her cheekbones, he let his fingers run, moving on
to her jaw then her throat. Her pulse beat wildly.

“You’re beautiful, Samantha.”

“I’m glad you think so, Master.”

He liked talking to her during sex. Though they were in the
foreplay stage, the warm spark in her green eyes told him she was under his
spell. Moving so he could kiss her, he captured her lips, owning them with
bites and licks before stabbing his tongue between them.

Samantha sighed, the sound urging him on. Easing back to
look at her, Taran couldn’t fight the smile that came easily, deciding to
reward her for being so open to everything he’d asked of her today.

She’d flown. She should know how proud he was of her for
letting herself go enough that she’d gone into her own submissive world. A
world he wanted her to explore at length and experience with her.

Hitting the switch on the side to put the footrest down, he
shifted out of the chair, bringing Samantha upright. Keeping his eyes on her,
he knelt in front of the chair, wedging himself between her knees.

Her wrists, still bound as they were, made her appear both
vulnerable and strong. Strong because she’d accepted the rope without flinching
or fear, vulnerable because she was beginning to understand she was at his
mercy.

He saw her need to submit in the way her eyes became
heavy-lidded, the way her mouth parted ever so slightly. Her cheeks were
flushed. Her breathing was deep and steady.

“Spread your legs wide open, drape them over the arms of the
chair,” he told her, helping her achieve the position that would open her pussy
up for a tonguing.

Beautiful and glistening with feminine honey, her clitoris
already protruded from its protective hood. Her arms rested demurely on her
flat stomach. She looked brazen, gorgeous.

Reaching forward, he played with her big tits, enjoying the
weight and softness in his hands. “Once I buy you pretty lingerie, don’t go
back to utilitarian bras, even in jest. Your tits are perfect and I want them
framed in nothing but leather or lace.”

“You’re biased.”

“It’s the truth. There’s nothing about your body that you
need to change or hide. If you want to go back to your natural hair color,
that’s fine.”

“And here I thought you’d want me to trim my pubic hair.”

“I’d like it if you’d let me remove it. If it’s not your
thing, I won’t force you to.”

“Would you shave me?”

“Possibly or use a depilatory. If you prefer hot waxing, I’d
suggest going to a spa.”

“You’re a very easygoing Dom, Taran.”

“Wait until you push my buttons, I won’t be so reasonable.”

“I’m going to push your buttons?”

“Yes, the submissive in you will.”

She frowned at that. “Not the switch who’d like to top you
once in a while?”

“She will in a different way. Right now the sub wants me to
give her tits and pussy a tongue lashing, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her eyes narrowing to little
slits, her mouth parting.

Taran continued caressing her breasts, thumbing her nipples,
tweaking them harshly the way she liked. Shifting in real close, he lowered his
head, biting the left areola.

She jerked upward, trying to shift position. He moved
around, wedging himself between her thighs to keep her spread wide, biting and
sucking her nipple to the point that she gasped, pleading for more. Letting her
go with a loud pop, he blew warm air on the tip.

“Too harsh?” he asked.

“No, no, I like it,” she urged, lifting her hands to grasp
his hair only to realize she couldn’t do much with her wrists bound. She did
manage to catch some strands, but he shook his head.

“You’re not to do anything. You’re my sweet captive right
now. You’re to let me fuck you any way I want.”

“Please,” she implored, breathing harshly now.

Taran resumed his task, nipping at her breasts, leaving a
love mark on the top swell of her right globe then dragging his teeth across
the taut nub. Drawing her flesh into his mouth, he bit down, stopping short of
causing real pain, loving the way she thrashed and moaned in ecstasy.

“God, Taran, why do I love this so much?” she demanded,
arching herself into him as much as he allowed.

“Because you enjoy sex with a little edge,” he told her. “If
I pierce your nipples or put clamps and weights on them, I think it’ll drive
you crazy. Roughness allows you to let go and stop worrying about whether or
not you’ll come.”

“Every time you clamp down or suck on me, I feel it all the
way to my cunt,” she said naughtily, flushing when she realized she’d used the
C-word.

“Then let’s do that some more, shall we?”

Taran bowed his head, leaving bite and suck marks all over
her other breast. Getting her thrashing again, he was pleased with his
handiwork and started kissing his way down along her rib cage and the flatness
of her stomach, deliberately pushing her bound wrists out of his way.

Honing in on her navel, he licked and kissed her, biting
onward to her pretty pussy. With her legs draped over the arms of the chair,
she was exposed to anything he wanted to do.