Switched (3 page)

     “What aren’t you telling me?”

      She groaned. “Why do you always
think people are keeping things from you?”

     “Because you won’t look me in the
eye,” he said.

     Sighing again, she made it a point
to look him straight in the eye. “I had a very boring, vanilla life back in Los
Angeles. It was so dull and mundane that I moved all the way across the country
to escape the boredom.”

     Kali had a
tell
, however.
She blinked furiously when she lied. It was something Brad had picked up on
early on in their friendship, not too long after they met, in fact.  “Fair
enough. One final question then.”

     She tipped her head a little as if
to say
let’s get it over with
.

     “You’re not really a Domme when it
comes to men and you’ve never been a real Domme with a man. Why the façade?”

     That’s when he saw it, the brief
moment of fear that flashed in those beautiful eyes. “I, uh, I’m a switch,” she
stammered. He was pretty sure she realized she was stammering, but it was too
late. “I just like dominating other women. Is that a crime?”

     While that may have been true since
he’d never seen her actually go home with a male, he still felt uncertain. He
knew she wasn’t telling the complete truth and all his training in
interrogation told him so.

     “Switches aren’t nearly as well trained.
I don’t think you were always a Domme. Someone trained you to be a very
obedient sub and I want to know about that part of your life and why you are
lying to me right now,” he pressed, knowing he was risking their relationship
doing it. But he had to know.

     She swallowed, hard. Her jaw
clenched. “There have been other Doms in my life, but that is the past, this is
now, and I don’t want to discuss it.” She sat up and started toward the
bathroom. “I have to go; Amy and I were going to go out to a movie this
afternoon.”

     He’d really done it this time.
Getting up, he followed her. “Kali, babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. I
just wanted us to get to know each other better.”

     She paused at the bathroom door and
clicked on the light, then looked at him, “I am not one of those people who
lives in the past. I live in the present and look forward to the future. Can’t
we just be who we are now and get to know each other now? I’m no longer that
plain girl no one noticed in high school any more than you are still the jock,
the nerd, or the soldier you once were.”

     Kali had a point. Whether he agreed
was something else entirely. After all, the fact that he was the jock, the nerd,
and the soldier made him the man he was today. He nodded. “Fair enough. The
present it is.”

     She started into the bathroom.

     “Kal,” he said, causing her to
pause and look over her shoulder at him, “I don’t find you plain or boring at
all.”

     With a beautiful smile, she closed
the bathroom door.     

     Defeated again, Brad retreated to
the master bath to get ready for his appointment with Ted, Eric’s private
investigator friend. If Kali would have just cooperated and engaged in more
discussion with him about his past and her own, she would have quickly learned
that Brad had never been one to leave well enough alone.

***

     Kali shut the door feeling her
shoulders sag forward. She wanted to give in completely to Brad and immerse
herself in his world, but he wanted her entire past to follow and that was one
place it could never go. If she could, she would have excised her past from
herself like it was a cancerous tumor. A tinge of self-loathing rose up from
deep inside her.  Why had she let him get to her like that? 
Because he’s a
Dom, that’s what he does, pushes buttons and limits
, she told herself.
Shaking her head she looked at herself in the mirror and pushed back her auburn
locks of hair. “Kali, get a grip,” she told herself, willing her self-anger to
subside.

     Her eyes traveled to the vibrator
sitting on the counter. A slow smile spread across her lips as she forced her
past from her mind and formulated her plan to be a disobedient sub. Brad wasn’t
too keen on disobedience. Was she being bad? After all, he hadn’t really said
anything about her taking care of herself, but most Doms hated that. She was
counting on him not liking it.

     Since she couldn’t find a reason
not to, she turned the faucet to hot, let the water run until it was steaming,
then ran the vibrator through the stream of water. Drying it off, she pressed
the button and felt the vibrator come to life. She held it in her hands for a
few seconds, feeling the strong pulsation in the shaft. Thinking of how it felt
to have Brad’s tongue between her thighs, she closed her eyes and pressed the
vibrator to her swelling clit. Then she remembered the first time Brad had
taken her over his knee and spanked her. She loved it when he spanked her. His
hands were big and firm. She loved the sting each time his open palm met her
soft flesh. It was a sharp pain followed by an exquisite sensation of pleasure
and wanting.

     “Mm, Brad,” she whispered, rubbing
herself harder and harder with the vibrator. It felt so good to be bad. She was
almost there, to that point of climax. When the door opened she didn’t stop.
She simply spread her legs even wider and rubbed herself with the vibrator more
vigorously.

     Brad seemed a bit surprised, but he
didn’t say anything. He just stood in the doorway with his belt in one hand and
a shirt in the other and watched.

     She continued working the vibrator
against the aroused nub of flesh between her thighs, feeling the pressure build
inside her.

     Finally he said, “Stop.”

     She couldn’t. She was almost there.
So close. 

     “Kali, stop,” he repeated firmly,
this time his hand slipped over hers and pulled the vibrator away from her.
“Did I say you could masturbate?”

     “No, Sir,” she whimpered. That’s
when she noticed he was no longer holding his shirt, but he was still holding
his belt. This was going to hurt. In response to the thought of him bringing
the leather belt across her ass, she felt herself on the brink of orgasm.

     “Spread your legs and lean over on
the counter,” he said.

     She could see a hint of playful
lust in his eyes. Without question she did as she was told, leaning over the
counter so he had full access to her.

     He gently rubbed his hand over her
ass, pulled back, and brought the belt square across both cheeks causing her to
yelp and jump forward. He ran three fingers between her legs and then pushed
them inside her, penetrating her sex.

     She cried out, pushing down on his
hand as if that would make his fingers delve deeper.

     “Put that vibrator back on your
clit and hold it there. Shoulders to the counter.” She saw him smile at her in
the mirror.

     Leaning forward, she found the
vibrator on the counter with her right hand and turned it on, then placed it
just where she liked it, right below her swollen clit. The toy throbbed
ferociously. She rested her head on the counter and leaned into the vibrator,
concentrating on the sensation of his fingers inside her and the pulsating
plastic against her clitoris.

     He pulled his fingers out and
slapped her ass with an open hand, then brought the belt across her rear end
again.

     It was when the leather met her
flesh that she felt that small explosion of pleasure from deep in her belly and
she came, riding the sensation until it finished permeating her body. Finally,
she pulled the vibrator from between her legs, turned it off and remained
resting against the counter, panting.

     “Since you clearly can’t be left to
your own devices without being a brat, first you can suck my cock and then I
think I’ll be putting you in restraints for the day.”

     “But I,” she started to complain.
After all, she had things she wanted to do. She and Amy had afternoon plans.

     He lifted an eyebrow.

     She decided to shut up. Getting
down on her knees, she gave him a bratty grin.

     Brad laughed. “You really are
determined to test my patience today.”

     He pulled his swollen penis from
his pants and presented it to her. She opened her mouth, eager to take him in
until his shaft found its way to back of her throat and triggered her gag
reflex. Fighting the reflex she tightened her lips around him while he thrust
in and out. When he finally came, she swallowed without hesitation, and
thankfully relaxed her mouth. After pulling his cock from her mouth and putting
it back in his pants, he held out his hand to her to help her up.

     She took his hand willingly,
wondering what her punishment would be. What, exactly, did being left in
restraints for the day mean?  With Victor it had meant being left on the St.
Andrews cross for several hours, or the coffin boxes.
Brad doesn’t keep
coffin boxes
, she quickly reminded herself. Not that she knew of anyway.
Besides, that was on her firm limit list along with anything else that could
trigger claustrophobia.

     Surprisingly, Brad led her from the
dungeon and took her to the bedroom. “Use the toilet and grab a sip of water if
you need to because you’re not going to be able to go for the next few hours.”

     She did as she was told and when
she emerged from the bathroom relieved and hydrated she found him holding a
pair of leather wrist cuffs and some rope.

     “On the bed on your hands and
knees, head toward the headboard,” he instructed.

     She climbed onto the bed, still
nude.

     Gently he put on the wrist cuffs,
drew them together with the rope, and threaded the rope through a D ring in the
headboard.

     She fought back a giggle. She could
easily get out of this. It wasn’t exactly what she had in mind when he told her
that he was going to leave her in restraints.

    As if reading her mind he said, “If
there’s a fire, I want you to be able to get out of this. I’ll leave a robe by
the side of the bed for you. But you better stay here and if I find you out of
your restraints when I get back, I will put you in the stockade in the basement
for a few hours and take a whip to your ass.”

     “Yes, Sir,” she said, hoping her
amusement wasn’t showing. That would surely be taken as impertinence and lead
to a few hours in the stockade. This alleged stockade was not something she’d
ever seen and honestly, she wondered if it even existed. He’d only threatened
her with it a few times, and to date he’d never made good on that threat. Then
again, she hadn’t pushed that boundary either.
Stockade in the basement
wasn’t
a phrase that necessarily inspired disobedience. Especially since she was
pretty sure Brad never went into his basement, which likely meant it was full
of webs and spiders.  Stuck in a stockade, nude, with spiders,
oh hell no
,
she thought.

***

     Brad felt uncomfortable leaving
Kali tied up at home while he wasn’t there, but he really had to make this
appointment. Her amusement at his escapable restraints hadn’t gone unnoticed,
but he didn’t have time for that. He’d deal with her bratty behavior when he
got home. In the meantime, he threw on a shirt and his belt, locked up the
house and headed to Agares’ office.

     Ted Agares’ office was small and
nestled between an insurance agent and a chiropractor in one of those
nondescript strip malls across from a grocery store. It seemed an unlikely
place for a detective’s office. Brad wasn’t expecting much, but he had the file
with him. In it was every tiny bit of information he knew about Kali, including
a picture of her. 

     Mr. Agares sat with his feet up,
sipping a
Starbucks
. He immediately took his feet off of the desk, stood
and stepped around his desk to greet Brad when he entered. “You must be Eric’s
friend, Brad.”

     Brad nodded and took the tall,
lanky man’s outstretched hand and shook it. “I am, and you are Mr. Agares.”

     “Call me Ted, please. Here, sit.”
Ted went back around to his side of the desk and sat down with his palms on the
desk, waiting for Brad to settle in.

     Setting the folder on the desk,
Brad leaned back into the chair. The office was nothing like what he expected
it to be. Of course he did imagine it more stereotypical. Heavy oak desk, man
in a hat, old timey phone on the desk, that sort of thing. But really it was
just two folding chairs sitting in front of a plain wood desk with a cell phone
and a laptop sitting on one end. Agares didn’t wear a hat either. Realizing the
PI wasn’t going to start, he decided he would. “I need you to do a thorough
background check on my girlfriend.”

     The PI’s eyebrow lifted. “That
should be simple enough.”

     “I don’t know. It may not be. I’m
pretty sure she had a completely different life back in Los Angeles and I’m
pretty sure Kali Michaels is not her real name.” Brad pushed the folder across
the desk toward Ted.