Switch (A BDSM Romance Novel) (7 page)

Every single pose drew Henry’s attention, and her own, to a different part of her body, teasing her with an exquisite thoroughness, a slow heating that soon became a throbbing demand inside of her, a loud need that she knew to heat and moisten her core.
She lost her shoes and socks, too, by the time Viola was done, and Henry’s bare chest was openly available for her examination, his unbuckled trousers low on his hips.

“Jenna,” Viola asked, her voice all sugar and her cheeks unaffected. “Do you mind asking Amelia and Dominic to come in here?”

“No problem, honey.” Jenna rose unsteadily to her feet and, with no care for the rest of her clothing, wandered hastily out of the hazy room to the bright, well lit café, her bra-clad breasts and bare feet on display for anyone who passed the store. Amelia and Dom were seated beside the large staircase, far from the lusty room that Jenna had just left. “Amelia, Viola says that she’d like you guys to go in now.” She called, a polite tone to her shaky voice as she nodded to Dom. “Don’t mind if I use your toilet, do you?”

She hadn’t asked that in years, simply accepted that yes, she was free reign at Amelia’s, and no, she did not need to behave like a pupil asking teacher for permission. The slow seduction had scrambled her thoughts, and Jenna reverted back to her most basic of behaviours, missing Amelia’s smirk and Dom’s knowing grin as they stood.

She swung the door closed behind her, but did not shut it, only stood before the wide mirror and swept her short hair behind her ears, running her fingers along the tops of her eyebrows as she glared at her flushed, sweaty face. The tap felt cold beneath her shaky, heated fingers, the water refreshing as she splashed it over her face.

When she stood again, she jumped, a yelp loudly echoing around the room, cut short by the hand that tightly clamped over her mouth. Her eyes wide, Jenna stilled, relaxing as she caught sight of her companion in the mirror, desirous and focused as he took in her wide, startled, begging eyes and hollowed cheeks from his hand in her mouth, parting her lips.
His free arm was wrapped around her, holding her arms to her sides. His coarse chest hair rubbed against her bared back.

She whimpered against him, struggling slightly to feel the friction of his hard, unyielding body
against her own. Her tongue snaked forwards, savouring the salty taste of his flesh and sucking deliberately the offending appendage as though it were another, the rhythmic suction coordinating with her demanding pussy as it clenched tighter, more wantonly as it begged her for something to fill it.

She listened to it, the want, having no other choice in her worked up state other than to stand on tiptoe and rub against him, tilting her hips to
rub his bulge coaxingly, locking gazes with his reflection as she wordlessly begged for it.

He spun her, lifting her as easily as a
ragdoll and placing her on the edge of the sparkling clean basin. She scooted back a little, feeling the hard edge beneath her buttocks, burrowing into the line where her bottom and thighs met. Henry’s hands held her, warm as he ground insistently against her clothed sex, his calloused fingers drawing scorching patterns along her ribcage. His panting breaths wound her tighter, and she jerked against him without grace or rhythm, her fumbling hands reaching out to scuffle with his jeans, frantically attempting to push them aside. He wore plain black bowers beneath, and Jenna fumbled ineffectively with them before Henry caught her wrists, placing them beside her.

“Don’t move them.” He ordered, and Jenna immediately clutched her hands tight, refusing the move, or wobble off the surface
as Henry moved away. He bent over her, lifting her just enough to easily tug her trousers and panties down to her ankles where she kicked them off, spreading her thighs in invitation. With one hand beside her thigh, the other found his clothed cock, removing his boxers swiftly as he fucked her mouth with his tongue. It was without warning that he entered her, both of them tipping their heads back with a loud gasp.

Je
nna wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tight to her as she leant away, the cold mirror against the back of her neck forming an erotic contrast to the heat of their bodies and the sheen of sweat that covered her. Every stroke drew her apart, stroking her surely as her lover grunted above her, plucking at her nipples through their thin covering as he intensely pounded into her, his jaw clenched as he watched her pleasured face, offset by effort and small hints of pain.

She cried out easily, uninhibited and certain that no one could hear her. Her head flew forwards and back, tossing as her hair stuck to the back of her damp neck
, her eyes drifting in and out of focus as Henry filled her with pleasure, need and submission to him, trust that he would take care of her.

What did it matter if the door was open? If it didn’t bother Henry, then it didn’t bother her. The window, too, while thick and hazy, was opened, allowing any who passed to look through and see her, wantonly spread and dripping as she accepted Henry’s hard cock.

It was the thought of this, of the obscene exhibitionism, the pushed Jenna over the edge, her back arching high and offering her breasts as her cunt pulsed tightly around him, racking her body with movement. Her thighs thumped against the basin as she lifted and fell, coldly bruising her as she loudly cried out, wails and groans as Henry sped up, letting himself go as he bit at her nipples, a low, long groan finishing their coupling. He shuddered against her, and they were still save for their gasping breaths, their chests rubbing against each other as Henry held her tightly to him. He stroked her hair aside and tenderly placed a kiss to her temple before unwinding his arms and drawing away, Jenna giving a couple of pants more before jumping down to join him, quickly replacing her clothing and watching as Henry more leisurely tugged his boxers and jeans back into place. He laughed softly and coaxed her out of the room before him, Jenna following despite the languid, full, dirty feeling that dictated she ought to clean herself up.

But Henry wanted her to move, and so she did, the large windows seeming daunting, so much so that she could not be drawn away from them, wondering if there was any sign; a wet patch where she had soaked through her clothing; a speck of cum that had fallen astray, and she did not notice Amelia, Dominic, Aaron and Viola, grouped together in front of the curtain, wide grins and unsubtle winks aimed her way. It was Dom’s voice that drew her attention.

“If you’ve made my window filthy, you two are cleaning it.”

The festive period came quickly, and with it both a strain and a tinge of excitement on Jenna and Henry’s relationship. Henry went to several interviews each week, searching if only for seasonal work, but with no success. He only grew more frustrated, but their physical relationship grew fuller. He lavished her with attention in the only way that he intensely could, leaving messages in rooms before she entered them and leading her to places where less innocent items lay. Their scenes grew rougher and their kisses sweeter.

He cooked for her when she returned from work, and the Skittles and Doritos became a thing of the past.
It cheered her greatly to return home to both a warm meal and a warm man. Even with a cool demeanour, there was no denying that she found him hot.

The air was cool outside, and Jenna felt the freshness of it still on her skin and clothes as she loudly shut the door behind her, dumping her bag and shoes on the floor.

“Henry!” She called out, the smell of sweet spices wafting out of the kitchen towards her. “Mmmm.” She sighed happily as she entered the warm kitchen and immediately melted as he spoke.

“Oh, I do hope that moan was for
me
.” His voice was deep and dangerous and completely out of place as he cooked, her luminous blue apron tied neatly around his narrow waist. His hair had grown longer in the time that he had spent with her, and it softened him.

Softened him when he was
doing something innocent. Enhanced him when he was holding his power over her.

“Of course,” She replied teasingly. “All of my moans are for you.”

“What about the moan that you let out this morning, when JLS were on the radio?”

“That was a moan of horror. Good moans are for you.”

“What about when we were watching
The Notebook
?” He turned to face her, inadvertently waving a large spatula near her face. “You said that was a good moan.”

Jenna sighed theatrically, holding her hand against her chest. “That was a bittersweet moan. So,” She ended bluntly, “Moans of pleasure can be for you.”

“They’d better be, you naughty girl.” He waggled the spatula again. “’Cause I bet that this is pretty hot.”

He waved the metal utensil close to the bare skin on her neck, and Jenna fought to keep her body still as it drew closer and closer still.

When it made contact she shivered, her eyes locked with Henry’s, and even with the item pressed against her she did not relax. It was warm, not scorching, but it wasn’t the spatula that was the point. It was the intense moment during which she wasn’t quite certain and yet stayed frozen anyway, willing herself to be the perfect object; for Henry to feel able to do anything with her that he pleased. His hand took its place when he removed the impromptu instrument, gently petting the heated skin. She felt weak, all but collapsing into his arm as he placed it round her, setting them spatula on the work surface behind them. Gently he held her, calming her. When he turned back around to turn off the oven however, her pulse began to race.

She stepped back and he stalked her like prey until she was pressed tight against the wooden counter, his large, thin body pinning her to it effortlessly as he eyed her like a piece of meat.
His tongue wet his lip and she shuddered.

“Henry…” She sighed and he ran a hand along her inner thigh, pulling away before he reached the top. Gently, he ran his hand back down the outside again.

And then, without warning, he struck her.

A small, light slap that barely made a sound, all it did was serve to
dampen Jenna’s knickers as her mind ran ahead of her, full of all the delicious and naughty things that he could do. He stepped away, his arms crossed over his chest as he loomed tall, leering at her.

“Clothes off. Now.”

Immediately Jenna did as she was asked, sensually pulling off her shirt and ever so slowly tugging it over her head and down her arms.

“Faster, you little slut. If I’d wanted a show then I would have asked for it. But you like showing your body off, don’t you pet?” He crooned. “Demanding that I look at you.
You’re hoping that I deem you worthy of a fuck, aren’t you pet?”

A small whimper escaped as Jenna finished undressing with more speed.

She folded her clothes neatly and then instinctively kneeled before her Dominant, her legs spread wide and her hands crossed behind her back, her head bowed. She could feel each second ticking by as she waited, her eyes focused on Henry’s feet, for him to do something. To make
her
do something. Anything.

“Such a good pet.” He whispered, and Jenna fought the urge to look up at the strain in his voice. “Now, dear,” He continued, his voice stronger. “I want you to crawl into the bedroom and pull out a toy, anything, and bring it to me in your mouth. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Jenna breathed happily, crawling as if weighted down in her attempts to remain graceful while scampering as quickly as she was able. It was the door that proved a problem, once she entered the bedroom, and despite Henry’s being in the kitchen Jenna lifted her head, tugging on the wardrobe door with her mouth in an effort to behave in the way that would please him.

Out of the selection she pulled a riding crop, carefully holding it between her lips as she used the side of her head to close the wardrobe once more.
And then off she went, back the way she came. She was hyper-aware, upon entering the kitchen, of Henry’s eyes on her breasts, swaying slightly as she moved. More aware still, as she moved herself back to the spot that she had left, of his eyes on her bare cunt, spread open for him by the movement of her legs.

Once situated, she rose once more into her kneeling position, eyes downcast as she waited for the toy to be taken from her.

He took it carefully, smoothly running his other hand through her hair as he praised her. “Good girl.”

He continued his attentions a few moments longer and Jenna luxuriated beneath him, lolling happily as she accepted his attentions and affection.

“Now bend over that stool.” He murmured and
Jena crawled to it, elegantly rising and draping herself over the heavy wood. Stood behind her, Henry rubbed his clothed hardness against her, eliciting a muffled whine. He slid the crop down her lower back, running it in the crevice of her bottom and causing Jenna to fidget against it.

“Perfectly still, pet.”

Immediately she tensed, locking her muscles into a shape that wouldn’t be budged and Henry held the crop away from her, his free hand caressing her, soft as a sigh.

“
Relax, and I’ll give you ten.”

Feeling small she did so, breathing deeply as she forced herself to free her limbs once more. How, now, would she control her movements?

The first whip of the riding crop only frenzied her more, the muscles in her legs defining themselves as she locked them, pushing her throbbing clit against the stool that she was leant over. The second caused a small jerk, a tiny twitch that signalled her dominant to continue. By the seventh she no longer had any control at all, whimpering as she pushed her hips back to meet the sharp sting. She gave herself over to it, crying out with each strike as she attempted to keep count through the beautiful haze that wrapped itself like the gentlest threads around her; harnessing her and keeping her safe. She had a good idea of what would happen if she didn’t remember the number of pleasurable strikes that landed on her desperate form. The burn built and she felt the tears rising as the final strike hit her flesh, freeing her from the desensitisations of normalcy. Now she felt like a wonder, something that thought more deeply, more clearly, on a higher level.

“Colour.”
Henry inquired, but every word that fell from his lips sounded like an order.

“Green.”
She replied breathily, barely registering her dried lips forming the word.

“Good.” Henry pressed a soft series of kisses along the length of her spine and Jenna felt each one sending a cool sensation through the flesh that it touched, spreading outwards like ripples in a pond an
d building into her a sense of serene calm. “We’ll do another set. You can count.”

It was harder now, knowing that she couldn’t allow herself to drift apart, that she must continue counting even if it were on autopilot.

It was made doubly hard by the increase in force. Each strike pushed her forwards, aiding her rocking motion as she welcomed the intense and familiar feeling. She opened herself up to it in every way, accepting the pain and clarity that it gave her. She felt content with the strikes that were over too quickly, giving her only a small push towards sub space before pulling her back with the sudden lack of sensation. Already, she wanted more.

She counted strongly,
but breathily, not bothering to hide any of the emotion in her voice as she began to really feel the hits. It aroused her beyond reason, the knowledge of the exquisite shift that the crop could produce, held away from her by the lack of contact from her Dominant. She was a touchy-feely person. Always had been.

Thankfully, she heard the crop being placed on the table once the set was over, and Jenna allowed herself to slump further over the stool;
slightly worn out from her exertion but too excited to slink into a happy daze. A long, resounding moan left her parted red lips as his questing fingers probed her.

“So wet, pet.” He told her. “What shall we do with it, I wonder? Or shall we do nothing at all, and leave you like this with the knowledge that you, my naughty little pet, got in this stat
e because of my riding crop?”

“Please, sir!” Jenna whined
, her whole body pleading with him; wanting either to be taken down from the staggering height that he had lifted to, or lifted higher until she no longer felt the uncertainty in his hold on her. Already she was drifting back down, prepared to collapse into a boneless heap of tears even though the harsh contact had ended. “I need
more
.”

“And more you shall get. Why do you need it?”

“To please you, sir!” And although it was an automatic response to a Dominant that she wanted to please, it was true. She did want to please him, yes, but ordinarily if she said that in play then it was because she wanted to be rewarded for it. Now she wanted to take it all, regardless of what he chose to give her. She wanted him to see the extent to which she would push herself for him, and she wanted him to treasure her for it. She wanted him to hit harder, to allow her to prove her worth.

And there seemed to be something in her tone as she replied to him, something
entirely convincing, for Henry’s fingers now moved upwards, dragging her moisture with her to rub over her tight hole. Then, unexpectedly, he lifted the crop once more, rubbing it over her and sending sparks of need through her.

“Oh no,” He chuckled
as she shifted below him. “You don’t get any more of this pet. This is just because it excites you. It does, doesn’t it pet? Knowing how close this is. Knowing how quickly it could hit you?”

“Yes, sir!” Jenna exclaimed.

“And you want me to fuck your pretty little bottom, don’t you pet?”

“Yeeesssss.”
Jenna hissed, and immersed as she was in the scene that Henry had so attentively placed her in, she almost missed the gasp from the door.

“What the fuck
?!” A high pitched female voice screeched, and Jenna leapt up at the sound of her sister.

“Jasmine,” Her heart hammered as she reached for her clothes, tugging on her shirt and trousers without her underwear, desperate to retain a usual situation with her sibling.
“You’re here early.”

“No, Jenna.
” She stated coolly. “I’m here the exact time that I said I would be.” She looked upon the scene with a pinched look about her face of absolute disapproval. “What
is
this? You are absolutely disgusting you pervert!”

She quieted a moment, long enough to draw breath before continuing, seemingly oblivious to the hurt look on Jenna’s face and the angry one on Henry’s.

“I mean, how pathetic are you? That’s just so wrong you freak! Do you like being hurt? You are just a pathetic woman. No wonder you weren’t supportive of me when I told you about my break-up; you want everyone to be like you, you-“

“I would like you to leave.”

“-freak!”

The insult was finished even
as Henry’s hostile tone sent Jasmine flinching away before bouncing back quickly, opening her mouth as if to speak. He didn’t give her a chance, moving quickly over to Jenna and placing an arm around her. “You may come back later to speak with Jenna, but for now we would like you to leave.”

And then, without waiting for Jasmine to go, Henry pulled
Jenna up into his arms, carried her bridal style to their bedroom and laid her down reverently on the bed. He kept his arms around her and stretched out too, gently covering her in innocent caresses and gentle kisses. His fingers winding through her hair calmed her, and it was the feel of his palm against the nape of her neck that pushed the upset, stressed woman into sleep.

“Thank you, Master.” She whispered.