Switch Master: 6 (Ink and Kink) (37 page)

“Whoa, I’ve got you,” Samantha assured, coming in nice and
close and securing him to her side.

“Thank you. Where will you have me, Mistress?”

“On the bed, face down on the pillow, ass in the air.”

“Do you want me bound?”

“If you promise to maintain the position I’ve commanded,
no.”

“Yes, Mistress, I will obey you.”

With Samantha as his guardian, Taran went to the bed
willingly, assuming the position she’d given. She stayed close, remaining on
her feet.

“Now where were we? Oh yes, we need to pretty up your Maddox
ass.”

“I thought everyone loved my ass.” Sensing he was about to
get the whipping he deserved for that remark, he braced himself for it. The
rope flogger traveled over his back, his ass, the backs of his thighs and feet.

“I love your ass. It’s mine, you see. You are my Maddox.
Anyone has an issue with that, they can kiss my boots.” He wouldn’t mind
kissing her boots right now.

“Are you ever going to make good on your promise to fuck me,
Mistress Samantha? Or was that just talk?”

The full impact of the flogger came down on his ass,
smacking him something good. It took a second for the bed to stop spinning.

“Holy fuck, woman!” he groused, biting the pillow.

“Keep quiet and take your flogging,” she scolded, thumping
him several times. The fire that’d begun with her first strike spread like
lava, thick and hot and inescapable.

“Take me as I am, Samantha,” he pleaded. “Take me.”

“Oh I will, I will.” She struck his back carefully, the
steady thump feeling similar to a deep tissue massage.

He liked the flogging. It made him feel closer to Samantha
than ever. She touched him between strikes. Her hands were soft and soothing,
healing the heated marks on his skin.

The bed suddenly began to spin again. Or he did, he really
couldn’t say. At some point, the flogger was tossed aside. Samantha joined him
on the bed, pressing herself up to him. She was naked.

He’d no idea when or how she’d gotten that way. Naked was
good though, damn good.

“Thank you, Taran,” she whispered, maneuvering herself
directly behind his ass, running her hands over his marked skin.

Her hands were magic, sweet. Her kisses were better,
peppered all over his stinging marks. Her tongue where only her fingers had
ever breached before was the icing on the cake, penetrating his hole, driving
him mad.

It was insane to think he couldn’t just flip over and take
her down to the bed. He could. He was no longer bound. It was only the promise
he’d made to submit that kept him a willing slave to her talented tongue
fucking his ass.

Fuck yeah, that was nice, but he wanted to be fucked. Not by
tongues or fingers, but something that made him feel owned. He didn’t know if
he was telling her anything. One minute he was thinking and then he became aware
that she’d withdrawn momentarily.

Seconds ticked by, then there was rustling in a bedside
drawer and Samantha’s involuntary giggle filled the room.

“You getting girly on me, doll?”

“How did you get this here?”

“This?” he asked, clueless.

“The package I’d ordered. It was meant to be a surprise!”

“It came to my office. I didn’t mean to spoil your surprise,
Mistress Samantha.”

“Then you’re okay with it?”

“Thought you were going to fuck me? What’s it going to take
to make that happen, like, soon? I’m spinning in nowhere land here. Keep going,
don’t stop. Please.”

Samantha playfully spanked his already well-used and
disciplined ass. The dampness of analingus left him extremely aroused even as
he heard the telltale sounds of her rustling around behind him.

He really hoped she was strapping on that dildo and harness
and lubing the toy for his inevitable fucking. Helluva way to spend their
engagement night, he thought to himself. Helluva way…

Thought went south, directly to his ass and his sadly
neglected cock. He wanted to come. His dick was thick and rock-hard, demanding
attention.

Samantha wasn’t having it. She moved around, something
spurted and then her fingers worked lubricant into his anus, loosening him up.

Taran couldn’t stay still. Her fingers scissoring did
something to him that got him rocking and rolling. She took her time, driving
him crazy, probing and preparing him for something bigger than her fingers.
Vaguely aware that he was howling in pleasure when she’d curled her finger,
finding his prostate, he suddenly reared back.

“Sonofabitch!” he shouted, breathing in and out as he’d
taught her to do when preparing her ass for his cock. “Fuck me, Samantha, don’t
tease or this ends now.”

Her fingers withdrew, her hands pushing him back to his
original position as she climbed into place behind him, doggie style.

What could he say? He was a guy. He loved doggy style. He’d
put her in this position many times before, he’d never imagined being fucked
this way.

“Be careful of your piercing, doll,” he warned, worried when
he heard her hiss.

“I’m fine, thanks.” Her arms came around him, one hand
grasping his dick and giving it a long, hard pull, setting up an expert
fisting, pumping action. “Stay still.”

Taran heard himself growl and hiss, shoving back at her.
Staying still was going to be hell until she turned it into heaven on earth.

“Now I claim you, Taran Maddox,” she stated, nestling
herself right up along his back, the press of her bare breasts against his hot
flogged skin felt incredible.

One of her arms let go, though she remained close, her free
hand moving to caress his backside. He liked the way she teased his asshole
before withdrawing. Then something about three fingers thick and slickened with
lube penetrated him, first an inch, then another.

Taran bore down, taking a deep breath, letting Samantha pop
his anal sex cherry.

Pleasure unlike anything he’d known carried him away,
joining Samantha on an indescribably erotic journey. Mind spinning, endorphins
rushing, he heard her shout permission to come and he let it all go, his
pleasure and body enslaved by the women he loved.

Collapsing to the mattress together, he didn’t care that she
landed on top of him and his nipples burned from the sudden impact of being
crushed to the bed. Cum dampened the sheets. His balls still throbbed from
release.

“You need to come, Mistress,” he whispered, his voice
hoarse.

“Oh I did, pretty boy, I did. There’s a little vibrator that
attaches to the harness I’m wearing. You taught me the wonder of tiny vibes.
Remember?”

“I’ll never forget. Please, Samantha, allow me to make love
to you?” he asked, aware he was still submissive to her.

“As soon as you’re hard again, you may.” She shifted around,
facing him, her arms coming around to hold him to her.

Taran pressed himself against his Mistress, loving her the
only way he could right then. Samantha sighed, her body trembling a little. He
knew being the dominant took its toll on the newly initiated. Hell, it still
wore him out at times.

She lifted her head, pressing her mouth to his. She tasted
minty.

Taran grinned, surprised. “You taste nice.”

“Listerine strips that melt in your mouth were in the
bedside table,” she said. “Do you want one?”

“Yes, please.” Still caught up in the aftermath of a climax
that took him by storm, he wasn’t sure what he was agreeing to. But he was
aware that Samantha was there, taking care of him.

She got him a breath strip, popping it into his mouth. The
burst of mint was intense, making him feel a lot better.

In a little bit, he’d invite her upstairs to the room he’d
reserved. They could shower or take a bath, whichever Mistress Samantha
decided. He’d wash her, massage her or make love to her, anything.

That would be later, much later. His mind continued spinning
with the realization that he’d been flogged and fucked and the night wasn’t
half over. Beyond his ability to fight it, his eyes closed, Samantha wrapped
him closer, holding him.

“Fly, Taran, fly, I’ll never let you go,” she whispered into
his ear. And then there was only the two of them, locked together in zero
space, flying as one.

An erection brought him back to earth, luring him to open
his eyes. He might never know how long he’d flown, but Samantha was right there
with him, alert and watchful.

“Welcome back,” she said. “Have fun?”

“Next time, you get to fly while I carry you.”

“Think you’re up to making love to me?” she asked softly.
“I’d very much like to spend the rest of the night with you, Taran, my fiancé,
not my switch Master.”

“I’d enjoy that too,” he said, trying to get out of bed but
uncharacteristically stumbling back. “I’m going to need some help.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she assured, already up and taking
his arm to assist him to his feet.

Together, they gathered their clothes, making their way out
of the makeshift dungeon and up to their room. After brushing their teeth and
readying for bed, they climbed into the shower to wash and kiss and touch each
other.

Leaving Mistress Samantha and Master Taran in the dungeon,
they eventually climbed into the quaint queen-sized bed, making love until
neither could move, falling asleep for a little while.

When Taran next opened his eyes, they were face-to-face,
their arms around each other, her eyes on his face.

“I love you, Taran,” she murmured.

“I love you, Samantha. When do you want to get married?”

“Hmm, we’re going to Arizona on Monday, right?”

“Yes we are. Does that mean you’re going to keep the money
too?”

“I’ve thought about it. I’d like to create a shelter to help
runaways, something similar to what Cassie did for domestic abuse victims. Alex
said he’d support the cause too.”

Taran smiled. “I like that. I’m in.”

“What about the house, the reconstruction and all? I want to
put some of the funds into the bank so we can afford contractors, as well as
donate to Cassie’s safe haven.”

“Between our careers and my third of the Maddox online
dungeon gear gig, we’re good financially. Use the money for the shelter and
safe haven. Are you excited about meeting Abigail?”

Samantha nodded. “Excited, nervous, a hundred things are
running through my head. More than anything, I want to know she is happy and
safe.”

“That’s all any mother can hope for. You’re going to be a
great mom someday,” he said.

“Do you think so? The truth is, when I do meet Abigail, I’ve
no idea what I’m going to say or what I’ll tell her about her father.”

“All she needs to know is that he loved her.”

“Mark did love her, didn’t he?”

Taran nodded. “There’s no doubt, honey.”

“I love her, Taran. I’ve never stopped, even when I wrongly
thought she was gone.”

“Of course you do, love is unconditional that way. Let me
ask you something. What would you have wanted for Abigail if things had been
different when she was born?”

“I would have wanted her to be raised by loving parents who
could provide a safe, stable home.”

“Let her know that, Samantha. Be at peace with the fact that
the daughter you gave life to is following a path that’s right after your
heart.”

Tears filled her eyes. Taran wiped them away and she
grinned.

“You’re amazing, Taran.”

“Glad you think so.”

“I was thinking. If we go to Arizona, what’s to stop us from
going to Vegas or Dare, Nevada, where I’m told impromptu weddings can be held?
Avery and Hazard are vacationing there for a couple of weeks. Maybe they’d be
our witnesses?”

“Samantha, are you suggesting we elope?”

“I’ve been in a lot of weddings recently, and I do want ours
to be special, but more than anything, I want to be your wife as soon as
possible.”

Taran leaned in and kissed her, loving the taste of her
lips. “Samantha Riley, will you marry me?”

“I already said yes,” she reminded him, flashing her
engagement ring.

“When we get to Dare, marry me,” he amended.

“Thought you’d never ask, pretty boy,” she teased, grinning
so prettily she took his breath away. “What took you so long to make me yours?”

“Let’s see. A stubborn detective who kicked my big brother’s
ass, a teenaged ghost, the kidnapping of both my sister-in-law and a friend,
you name it.”

“Stubborn, am I?” Her brow rose, her smile turning
seductive.

“Only in the best of ways,” he countered, smoothly
maneuvering her over on her back and climbing on top of her. “Hush, baby doll,
I’m about to seduce my soon-to-be wife.”

“Seduce me, love me and switch me up. Promise to never
stop.”

“Never,” he declared, kissing her.

Living up to his promise by making love to Samantha, he gave
her his heart, his soul, everything.

They fell asleep as the sun came up, in each other’s arms,
bodies joined, hearts connected.

The End

My love for storytelling began when I created my first
fictional characters in kindergarten, convincing my family and friends that Red
Henry and Green Henry were identical twin brothers in my school. They were
mischievous, rarely did their homework, and even had girlfriends! Years later,
I started to write, completing my first manuscript in middle school. I confess
the heroine was a cross between a contemporary Laura Ingalls Wilder and Nancy
Drew, who’d been dating one of the Hardy Boys, but when I wrote
“
the end
”
I’d known
I had more stories to tell. Of course, life intervened, but whether I was in
high school, working as a Veterinary Technician, earning a degree in
h
istory and
s
econdary
e
ducation
,
or
teaching, I was always writing and reading romances.

Finally, I met and married my hero and moved to New England.
Shortly after, I joined RWA and the New England Chapter and have been writing
faithfully ever since. Now I am proud to be an author with Ellora’s Cave
Publishing.

Frances welcomes comments from readers. You can find her
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