Switch It Up

by Sara Brookes

  His gaze evaluated her. “What did he do when he caught you?”

  Not what she’d expected, that was for certain. “Ordered me to come sit on his lap. The video was one of your sessions in Court. You had a sub on her knees, her legs spread with her ankles and wrists restrained by wide metal shackles. She was bent back at such an extreme angle, she was almost lying down.” She broke off, knowing she didn’t need to explain the positioning in greater detail since he’d been the one to place the woman in the bondage. “I came twice. Once just sitting there. It surprised me. I’ve never had an orgasm without some kind of manipulation. But when you used a pair of vibrators to double penetrate her, I was a little overwhelmed.”

  “And the other time?”

  “When you were flogging her a little later on, Ezra used his fingers to play with me. It was a little surreal, watching you and feeling his touch. But I... I liked it. When she climaxed, I did too.” She held back the information that Ezra was partially the reason she was sitting in this chair. That piece wasn’t essential to know going forward unless things took a turn.

  Fulfilling his instructions to seek out pleasure brought her a sense of accomplishment. Just like writing her fantasy as Kochran had requested. Completing tasks given by two handsome and engaging men that she wanted to continue to please made her all warm and gooey on the inside. This whole thing should have been a giant, heaping serving of hell no with a side order of what the fuck. But she wanted it all anyway.

  “I don’t have rules that prevent employees from fraternizing during non-working hours.”

  She winced. Technically most of their play had been during working hours, but it walked an exceptionally fine line since they had no set schedule. “I just wanted it clear that—”

  “You are with someone else,” he finished.

  “We’re not together. Well, not together together.”

  “I appreciate your honesty, Madeline. As long as you are as honest with him.”

  Her head shot up. “I would never dream of lying to either of you about something like this.”

  “Good. I would hate to be the cause of ruining a good thing when you two obviously have chemistry.” He touched the tip of her nose. “Don’t look so surprised. I saw the footage from the server room. There is very little that happens in my club that I don’t know about.”

  Embarrassment flooded her as she fought the urge to avert her gaze from his probing one. Ezra had told her Kochran was watching them in the server room, but she hadn’t really believed him until this moment. A small slice of her had hoped it was the truth. Had even imagined Kochran sitting right in this very office, gripped by the sexual encounter unfolding before him on the monitors and taking himself in hand.

  Things like this didn’t happen to ordinary people.

  Then again, these weren’t ordinary men.

  * * *

  Kochran stilled his mind as he stood, wanting a bit of distance from Madeline. He needed to stop imagining the possibilities and focus on the reality seated in front of him. Reading the fantasy she’d chosen to share had been an exercise in patience. He’d wanted to give her those things she’d written about, easily imagining himself in the scene, guiding her through, taking the journey along with her. Even see her sitting, exhausted and spent, at his knee, a slight smile turning up the corners of her mouth as she floated on satisfaction.

  The imagery formed by her words had been so vivid, he’d been pulled into the fantasy several times. He’d been so absorbed in the gift, he’d been afraid he’d missed something during the first pass. Then the second. And the third. In truth, she had an easy way with words that drew him in.

  Her list of hard and soft limits hadn’t contained anything beyond his experience level. Her penmanship had left something to be desired, but it had been legible enough for him to make out each and every item. Most of all, he’d been pleased to see the first few items on her list aligned with what he’d discovered so far.

  “Sit up straight, please. Fold your hands in your lap again just like you did earlier.” She settled into the pose within a few seconds. “Ankles uncrossed.” She’d done it automatically, as most women did as soon as they sat. “Comfortable?”

  She nodded her head slightly.

  “Verbally, baby girl.”

  “Yes.”

  The single word came out breathy and soft. The three letters wrapped around the base of his dick and constricted it.

  “Good. I like this position for you as well. Like you’re waiting for a Dom to come along and sully you. But not before he surveys you, sees the inflections in your breath as your body reacts to being watched. He notices the shape of your breasts under your shirt. Maybe sees the outline of the cups of your bra. How your breathing quickens the longer he watches you.”

  He hadn’t needed the notes she’d written to know she had an exhibitionist streak a mile wide or to understand how she’d react to the position he put her in. He’d seen the way she’d come undone under Ezra’s touch when he’d told her they were being watched. She hadn’t pushed Ezra away. Hadn’t pulled out the safe word he’d smartly given her. She’d allowed herself to be taken over.

  Multiple partners. Surrender. Public sex. Bondage. She needed a Dominant who would handle her with a firm hand. But she also needed a Dominant who could see her other more sensual desires. Blindfolds. Soft floggers that only kissed the skin instead of marking it. He could help her explore a few of those things in one scene.

  He offered her his hand and a companionable smile. She looked up to him, clearly confused but looking just as gorgeous as ever. “Do you want to continue in privacy, or go somewhere a little more...public?”

  She licked her lips, her gaze darting around. Kochran knew she wanted everything at once. She wanted alone time with him, but needed the thrill of a public setting.

  “Court, please.” She responded so quietly he almost hadn’t heard her. Clearly she was more comfortable with written words than her voice.

  “So sweetly submissive. You like to be watched. Like knowing that people are imagining themselves in your shoes. Or mine. That they blend their personal stories with ours so we’re all connected by tenuous threads of needs and wants. You know they are there, but you’re also oblivious to them.” He brushed his lips against the shell of her ear as he used his voice to ensnare her. “You want to experience the story as much as you want to tell it. You want to be the star and the chorus line. Either way, you should know when I scene with a submissive, she is my everything.”

  She gripped his hand tighter. He kissed the tips of her fingers as she accepted his unyielding support as she stood. It was easy to abandon the paperwork he’d been slogging through for the promise of what was to come with her.

  He guided her out of his office, which connected to the lounge. The crowd in the social area wasn’t as large as it could have been. A quick glance at the clock mounted over the archway entrance showed it was still early. Of course, once those there realized he was going to play with a submissive in Court, the crowd would increase exponentially. He didn’t often come to the wide-open space anymore to play, but Madeline needed the accolades and the whispers and the rush that came with knowing other people were watching.

  No reason in the world he couldn’t give that to her.

  Maybe he would find a little of what he needed as well.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Maddy’s heart thumped hard as Kochran led her to a pair of decorative double doors. Her intent hadn’t been to land herself a spot front and center in Court, but damn if she was going to back down now. The temptation to find out what he had planned was too appealing.

  Though the activity level was low, the energy level was high. Almost visceral. As though every act that had taken place in the large room saturated the walls.

  There were only two other scenes playing out as they entered the room. In one corner a Dom
me had positioned a male submissive on a short staircase. The naked man was draped over the treads like a piece of art, his well-toned body taut as he stroked his erection. Each time he didn’t follow the Domme’s instructions exactly, the Domme used a riding crop to strike the submissive on his thighs, arms or chest. As Maddy passed the scene, she caught the slight hesitations in the submissive’s movements, as though he was purposefully disobeying so the Domme would be forced to use the impact instrument on him. Surprising given the dreamy quality of his eyes, a sign he was in the room physically, but psychologically he was soaring high in subspace.

  In the other, a submissive was bent over a spanking bench, her wrists and ankles secured to the heavy wooden legs with thick leather cuffs adorned with intimidating metal spikes. A matching collar wrapped her throat, its thickness being used to angle her head and hold it in place. The bindings kept her open for the machine behind her. A long extension pole was topped with a thick pink phallus and was slowly working in and out at a set pace. A man stood by her head, his cock buried deep in her throat as he matched the movements of the machine fucking the submissive.

  Judging by the squeals, whimpers and groans, both scenes would be coming to an end soon. Which meant whatever Kochran had planned, he intended for them to be the focus of attention. She was grateful the space wasn’t packed. Her nerve may have eroded if that were the case. Yeah, she liked to be watched, but the thought of that many people observing was intimidating.

  The protective coating under her shoes muffled her steps as Kochran led her to an area that had been roped off in the center of the room. The concrete floor gave way to a beautifully colored Persian rug that made her want to kick off her shoes and dig her toes into the velvety threads.

  She glanced over to the stone columns used as support for the floor above. But that wasn’t their only function. Large rings had been embedded in the columns, inviting members to utilize them. She swallowed past the dryness in her throat at the thought of such public displays. Sure, she’d thought about them hundreds of times, used them as masturbation fodder on more than a few occasions and, thanks to the club’s website, watched others get off on being viewed. But theory was one thing. Reality, something else entirely.

  “Not scared, are you?” Kochran’s warm smile greeted her as she turned to face him. His hand was still wrapped around hers. She hadn’t realized how much she needed that connection with him until now.

  “No.”

  A loud bang startled her, and when she jumped, Kochran pulled her into his embrace. Maddy glanced over her shoulder to see a muscular man lifting a chair over the barrier. After he placed it on the rug, he turned to scoop up a pile of ropes and a cloth bag he’d dropped.

  “Sorry. Arms were full.” As he stepped closer, she must have made a movement because Kochran’s arms tightened around her. “Enver Furst. Resident shibari expert for Noble House.”

  As soon as he said he was the rope master for the club, she recognized him as the Dom she’d seen in one of the videos who’d tied a submissive up to a nearby column and forced her to orgasm over and over.

  “Don’t worry, baby girl.” Kochran touched her arm. “Enver is just going to give me a hand with some setup.”

  “I wasn’t worried.”

  Enver smirked, an expression that made his older face even more handsome. “Yeah you were.”

  A shiver coursed through her. Her pulse jumped when she spotted the black square of silky fabric in Kochran’s hand. “What is that?”

  “I don’t want you detached from this—from me.” The flash of something hungry sparked in his eyes. “If you’re uncomfortable, you need to let me know.”

  She eyed the neat coils of purple rope Enver had placed in the corner of the carpet. A glittering pile of panic snaps. The small bag near Kochran’s foot. The chair. It was all so...surreal. This wasn’t her life.

  He cocked his head to the side. “Sure you’re ready for this? We can take this to a private room, or have some coffee in the lounge to talk about your fantasy and lists a little more.”

  Ezra’s command to move things forward with Kochran echoed in her head. More than anything, she wanted this moment. Needed it.

  “No. This is all right.”

  Kochran’s gaze turned frigid. “I have to hear you’re more than all right, Madeline.”

  She squared her shoulders. “I’m just—afraid. This is cold and—set up. I need—I just need to feel the way I did that first night you kissed me.” The way her body had come alive with his touch. His promise. That spark she’d experienced the instant Ezra had given her a safe word and commanded her with flawless expertise.

  Kochran’s expression changed. His eyes flashed again as he flexed his fingers around hers. “I can’t guarantee that.”

  Her hope deflated. “Oh. Okay.”

  He eyed her, his jaw visibly flexing as he waited.

  “Broody silence agrees with you.” She swallowed hard as his gaze flashed. “I was living in my head again. Yes, I am—this is—more than all right.”

  She allowed him to lead her to the chair. It was plain and worn, obviously a tool used many, many times. She wasn’t sure why she’d expected everything to be the same as that first night, when everything had been so new and shiny. Of course things would be different.

  He released her hand, stuffed the fabric square into his pocket and turned her so she faced away from him. He snugged tightly against her body, the swell of her buttocks pressing against the enticing ridge of his obvious arousal. “Since you’re in your own little headspace right now, tell me what you see.”

  Unrestrained, her imagination took over. “Hundreds of people fill the room, silent and waiting for you to undress me.” The loose edge of her tee crept up thanks to his deft fingers. Encouraged, she continued, “They marvel at the way you know my body so well, as though you’ve played with me a thousand times.”

  He kissed the shell of her ear. “I know what is mine.”

  She nodded even as a shiver dashed up her spine at the low tone of his words. “They start to whisper and talk, but you silence them with a glare. You don’t want anything to take away from what you’re doing. Don’t want me to be distracted.”

  Kochran swept her shirt over her head, whisked away her pants. He banded his arm around her waist, as though he expected her to bolt now that she was only in a bra and panties.

  “More people have come to watch,” she added.

  “Are there cameras?” he asked quietly.

  She automatically layered that detail into her building fantasy. A spike of arousal stabbed through her at the knowledge now any member of Noble House could see them—virtually or physically.

  Kochran huffed out a quiet chuckle. “I would say yes by the way your nipples just went hard.”

  With a shock, she realized he’d removed her bra and now cradled her bare breasts in his palms. She tried to remind herself this was just a performance, but her reaction was genuine. The sensations swirled through her rich and overwhelming.

  He pressed his lips to her shoulder. “During a scene, my sub is my world. And I am hers.” His captivating voice wrapped around her. His incredible charisma ensnared her, dragging her further into the fantasy. “I said I couldn’t guarantee you’ll feel the same.”

  “Yes.” She licked her lips at the reminder when he swept his fingers up and down her torso, as though he were tracing an invisible line between her breasts and her pussy. Connected them in some way so she became an aching bundle of needy female.

  “You won’t feel the same.” He tugged out the elastic that secured the braid she’d woven her damp hair into that morning. As she groaned, he combed through the thick locks with his fingers, untangling a few strands. “You’ll feel better.”

  Oh God.

  He increased the pressure, digging his thumbs into the base of her skull and massaging. “You spend too many hours
hunched over the keyboard.”

  He pressed deeper, unknotting the muscles with brute force. This was a man who took what he wanted, and didn’t apologize for his actions. She fell quickly under his spell, her body swamped with the sensations he gifted her with. Her nipples stood at full attention, her breasts begging for him to wrap his strong hands around them and give them the same powerful attention as her neck. She unconsciously tilted her body toward the stimulation.

  He made a noise of approval. “You like this rough treatment.”

  Startled, she relaxed. He grumbled loud enough to cause her to straighten. “That’s better, Madeline. You’re a naturally sensual submissive, following your own desires while still yielding to a Master’s command. Put your hands behind your back.”

  As she followed instructions, she realized she’d been hunched over. The new position allowed him access to her chest. A thrill unfurled inside her at the thought of his hands molding her breasts again. Teasing her nipples. But he didn’t touch her where she wanted him to, at least not right away. He finished undressing her slowly, taking his time, as though she was a precious treasure.

  She hadn’t expected this type of careful treatment, given his commanding touch and the assertiveness he unleashed in his videos. Darkness closed in around her as Kochran slipped the silk over her head. Though her heart rate tripped a few times, it settled soon enough. She wasn’t afraid of what was to come, but she was on edge. Still, she gave a shuddering breath as her world narrowed. Even with the spotlights aimed at the area, the only light that filtered in came from under the edge. The light dimmed when Kochran drew the ties together, closing her in darkness.

  Her focus narrowed to the sounds in her immediate area. Muted voices as Kochran and Enver talked. Rope being shuffled against the carpet, the rasp of which raised the fine hairs on her arms. She should not have been aroused, but damn if she could stop. A few more moments of some kind of discussion and the air around her changed as someone approached.