SwitchMeUp (4 page)

The lights were completely out now. She must have fallen
asleep. He pushed the bedroom door open and sucked in a breath. Candles were
lit around the room and the bed was empty. He saw her in silhouette before the
window. She had on some kind of getup, probably stashed at the bottom of her
Mary Poppins suitcase. He didn’t think his dick could get any harder, but it
did when he let his gaze wander over her. Ms. Tawnycat, as he knew her from her
online dating profile, wore a peek-a-boo bra and her glorious big nipples poked
through. She no longer had on the mesh thong from earlier, but a thong and
garter set that matched the bra. His gaze traveled down her legs, now clad in
fishnet stockings, which finished off with killer high stilettos. The paddle
she held in one hand gently tapped the palm of her other.

Steve swallowed. He’d always had a thing for fishnets. But
the paddle? That wasn’t something on his bucket list. Yet looking at her caress
it made him reconsider. This was getting more bizarre by the minute and he was
loving every new twist and turn she was taking him on.

“You’ve been a very good boy tonight and made Tawnycat a
very happy pussy.”

He didn’t know what to say but he almost laughed out loud.
She looked so serious and Steve thought it might ruin the moment. Best to keep
silent and see what comes next.

“Now I want to make you happy.” She strutted toward him and
he involuntarily stepped back. “Are you afraid? No need to be afraid of me.”

“No, I’m not afraid.” Steve waited for her.

She stood in front of him and gazed into his eyes. “I want
to make you feel good and you know I can.” She touched the tip of her
forefinger to his chest and wiggled it back and forth, making a trail down his
belly to the waistband on his pants. “Don’t you?”

Steve held his breath. Holy fuck, he thought he was going to
burst. He reached out to take her shoulders and that’s when she grabbed his
dick and squeezed him gently. He nearly shot to the roof.

“Take off your pants.”

He did as he was told and threw them in the corner.

“Boxers too.” She tapped the paddle gently on his aching
cock.

He whipped them off in no time. She dropped her gaze to his
dick and then met his gaze. The look on her face and in her eyes was so fucking
sexy he felt the building pressure of orgasm stir. Fuck! He couldn’t come like
this. He grabbed his dick and squeezed. He wanted to fuck her, not stand here
like a thirteen-year-old and come spontaneously.

“Let go.” She rapped the paddle on his knuckles.

He let go.

She reached for him and cradled his cock in the palm of her
hand, sweeping her thumb over the tip, which sent a powerful shudder rumbling
through his body.

“I thought you’d be asleep.” He grunted, making efforts to
keep himself in check.

She shook her head. “No, just a catnap.” And she giggled as
if it were a hilarious joke or something.

Clare bent over and caught him by complete surprise when her
lips spread over the tip of his cock and she deep-throated hm. His legs nearly
buckled. He ran his hands down her back to the curve of her waist and grabbed
her ass for support.

“Ahhh.” He groaned with every stroke and flick of her
tongue. Unable to stand much more of her sweet torture, he pulled his hips back
until he popped out of her mouth.

She stood, one hand still gripping his cock and the other
behind him. Did she still have that paddle—? A sharp burst of pain on his ass
answered the question.

“Time for you to lie down, cowboy.” She gave him a little
shove with her fingertips and he let himself fall onto the bed. His dick,
ramrod straight, pointed at the ceiling. She reached for a bottle and squeezed
lube into her palm She dropped it beside him and the chilled container struck
him like ice. Clare rubbed her hands together and brushed them over his knees.
Her slippery fingers stroked up his inner thigh and massaged his balls.

“Holy shit. You’re killing me.”

“Such a lovely big cock you have. The kind I like to ride.”

“That’s exactly where I want you.”

“All in good time.” She focused on his dick. “Mmm, don’t you
just love this slippery stuff? It makes stroking your cock so easy and sweet.”

He looked down at her hands working expertly with his
hard-on. “Ya baby, that’s it,” he grunted through his clenched lips.

Clare laughed and her slick fingers fondled him up and down,
ending with a twist at his cock head. He bucked off the bed and she laughed.
Steve moaned, no longer capable of words. She managed to rouse every nerve
ending until he hummed, making him feel more alive than he ever had before. He
reached for her and she sidled away.

“Come on. You can’t keep me hanging like this.”

“Yes I can and I will.” She picked up a black silky-looking
rope with tassels at the end from her table of goodies and turned to him. “Have
you ever been tied up?”

Steve shook his head. “No.”

“Do you want to be?”

He watched her slide the robe in her hands and could almost
imagine it was his dick she was stroking. “Try anything once.”

“I’ll remember that, cowboy. Now, put your hands over your
head.”

He raised them and let her tie his wrists to the headboard.
Once they were secure, she traced a fiery trail along his inner arms, over his
pecs and flicked his nipples. Unconsciously he pulled against the restraint.

She leaned over him and he watched her breasts sway in their
own set of restraints. They taunted him and Steve lifted his head, trying to
reach one, desperate to get a stiff nipple into his mouth.

“Here you go, cowboy, a little something you seem to want.”
Clare lowered her breast to him and he tongued her nipple, bringing it between
his lips and nibbled on it. She shuddered and moaned.

“Can I put a blindfold on you?”

Shit, what the hell else was she going to do to him?

“Why? I don’t know.”

“Come on, cowboy, be adventurous.” She covered his eyes with
a black scarf. “You’ll see why it’s so great.”

“Don’t you think it’s time we—”

“We what?” Her voice was soft and low.

“We fuck,” he growled the words out.

“Oh such language. I like it when you talk dirty. Patience,
big boy.” He could hear her move items around on the dresser. “Let me see…here
we go.”

Then a rustle of packaging. It had to be a condom wrapper.
It’s
about time.
He lay perfectly still in his dark world, afraid if he moved she’d
change her mind. He’d been put off for way too long now and if he was able to
hold his orgasm back for more than a few seconds it would be a miracle. Again,
he felt like a virgin teenager. Steve steeled himself to hang on as long as he
could.

The rustling sound stopped and a low buzz started.

“These are my favorite little toys.”

He knew what she had. Another vibrator. “Ya I know.”

She giggled. “That’s right. I think you like them too.”

The bed sank on one side a little where Clare sat. He relied
on his other senses with his vision blocked. He didn’t know what to expect and
couldn’t even anticipate her next move. She grasped his cock with one hand and
held the vibe just under his balls, barely touching them. The vibrations from
it hummed over his flesh, radiating a shock wave of pleasure right to the tips
of his fingers and toes. It was unbelievable and not being able to see
sharpened every touch and move she made.

Steve thrust his hips off the bed. Clare swept her tongue
over his balls and pressed the end of the vibe closer to his ass. “Ahh.” Steve
lost himself in sensation and when she sucked both balls into her mouth he
realized he’d never experienced anything like it. Her palm squeezed the head of
his cock, dampening the urge to come.

“Enough of the games.” He managed to croak the words.

“I’m not playing games, just making every effort to bring
you pleasure.”

“Then get on and ride me.” He turned his head, listening to
her and trying to pinpoint where she was.

“In a minute. I thought you wanted me to bring you
pleasure.”

The buzzing stopped and so did her hands on his cock. “Wha—”

“Feel. I want you to just feel.”

Steve hesitated for a minute and relaxed on the bed. Trying
to picture what she was doing. Never in a million years would he have guessed
what came next. Clare was giving his balls a whole lot of attention with one
hand while her slippery fingers slid down to his ass and pressed gently. Shit!
She was heading somewhere he wasn’t prepared for. But he couldn’t stop her and
lay immobile, his hands tied above his head and eyes blindfolded.

Steve knew he could pull free if he wanted, but he lay and
waited. Waited to see what…

“Ready, cowboy?”

And she slipped something between the cheeks of his
now-well-lubed ass at the same time she came down on his cock with her hot, wet
mouth. Never, ever, had he felt such an amazing combination of sensations.
Steve lost his sense of place in the dark, seductive world. It was all about
feeling. Feeling her lips and tongue gobble him up like a popsicle and feeling
her fingers work their way deeper between his ass cheeks was beyond fabulous.

Good God. The last thing he expected was to like this ass
play. She pressed a little firmer, bringing a bit of pain and a whole lot of
pleasure. He couldn’t—didn’t—want her stop.

Steve rolled with the feelings and let her do what she
wanted. He barely heard her voice in his cocoon of darkness.

“I knew you’d like some butt play. Most guys do, but won’t
admit it.”

She slowed her movements and the lurking orgasm retreated.
He groaned in frustration. “Why’d you stop?”

“I can’t wear you out too much.” Her hands fell to his
thighs and massaged gently, leaving his cock aching and near to bursting.

“I’ll bounce back.”

“I can’t take that chance, cowboy.” The bed shifted with her
slight weight. “First there’s a little something I’d like you to do for me. But
I have to untie you. Is that okay?”

Damn straight it was okay. “Yes. Untie me.”

When his hands were free he didn’t waste any time ripping
off the blindfold and flipping Clare onto her back.

“Wait a minute. You promised to do something for me and I
bet you’ll like it too.”

“What?”

“Let me up, I have to get something.”

Steve let her wiggle out from under him. She reached over
the side of the bed for the paddle.

“I want you to spank me.”

“Seriously?”

“Oh yes.” Her voice was breathy with excitement. “I’ve been
a very bad girl and need to be punished.”

“I can agree with that.” She’d been keeping him on a knife
edge of arousal all night and that was very bad indeed.

She pressed the paddle into his hand and leaned over his
lap, trapping his cock between her belly and his thighs. He looked at the
paddle and then at the smooth skin of her ass gleaming like alabaster in the
candlelight. In that moment he realized the thought of spanking her excited
him, probably as much as it did her. Who would have thought? He’d never spanked
anyone before and he had some questions. But he wasn’t going to ask. Steve felt
stupid he didn’t know more about this lifestyle and it wasn’t the time to be
inquiring. Go with the flow.

He’d watched porn and seen how they handled things. He
figured if he took a bit of that and mixed it with her reactions he’d be on the
right track.

Not too hard at first. Start with a light tap.

Steve gripped the handle and brought it down on her rounded cheeks
with a crack. He jumped just as much as she did. A pink bloom spread across her
ass cheek. She moaned and wiggled on his lap.

“Harder.” Clare’s voice was thick with arousal, deep and
throaty. Sexy as all hell.

This time he held the paddle higher and cracked it with a
bit more force. She shuddered and let out a little squeak.

“How’s that? Did you like it better?”

“Y-yes…more.” Gone was the commanding tone she’d had earlier
and in its place was a soft, hesitant submissive quality.

Her ass quivered in front of him. Its pink blush drew his
palm like a magnet. He dropped the paddle and lightly rubbed her ass. It was
hot where the paddle made contact and cool outside the pinked flesh. Steve
sucked in a breath, surprised at his own enjoyment. He loved how she felt, the
hot and cold of her skin. The rosy flush he’d put on her rounded cheeks. And
she wanted more.

He lifted his fingers and tapped her, fully enjoying this.
Steve knew she wanted harder slaps by the way she squirmed on him and rubbed
against his pulsing dick. He pressed his left hand a little tighter on her
shoulders.

“Stay still if you want more.”

She nodded and froze. “P-please. I’m being still.”

This was a whole new experience for Steve and fuck if he
wasn’t having a ball. She wanted to be spanked? He’d give her a spank. He
raised his hand higher and brought it down smartly. Instantly an imprint of his
fingers bloomed on her skin. She cried out and grabbed his legs. Steve pressed
his palm to her hot ass cheeks, rubbing them and loving the feel of her muscles
clenching under his fingertips. She quieted at his touch. An undeniable sense
of power surged through him as Clare lay limp over his knees. She was his
plaything, his toy, and his belly tightened with satisfaction. He was beyond
aroused now and it was getting way too painful to ignore. His fingers itched to
feel the sharp burn of their skin-on-skin contact again, but he was unsure how
far to take it. She had to let him know.

“Enough?”

She shook her head and murmured, “More.”

He sucked in a breath and decided once more and then he’d
flip her over and fuck her. He placed the paddle on the bed, and this time he
used his hand, putting a little more force behind it, and gave a good ringing
slap. Fire burst in his fingers and palm and raced like an inferno to his
groin. She jumped on his knees and her low, drawn-out moan gave him a moment of
guilt, but when she began to squirm on him he knew there was nothing to feel
guilty about. His breath became shallow and he pulled her off his lap to lay
her on the bed.