Switch It Up

by Sara Brookes

  “Doing all right?”

  Until that second, she hadn’t known it was Kochran standing beside her. The idea of so many unknowns thrilled her, adding a layer of excitement. “Yes.”

  “From now on, no speaking unless it’s to use your safe word,” Enver instructed from her other side. She nodded, affecting the movement because of the covering. “Good. Just use red for now. Say that and you’ll have more than enough rescuers coming to your aid around this place. If for some reason you can’t speak, snap your fingers.”

  Enver’s voice washed over her, allowing her to form an image of him in her mind while he worked. His hair had been dark, with a handsome peppering of gray at the temples. Though he was definitely older than her, he wore his age well. Like his hair, his eyes hadn’t been a solid discernable color. Blue on the outer edges of the iris gave way to a deep green near the pupil. The steady heat of his touch gave her an anchor.

  The scrape of rope against her wrist focused her attention there and not on questioning why she wouldn’t be able to talk. Quiet blanketed her as Enver bound each of her wrists to the chair with knots that couldn’t be slipped. He shifted, taking up her foot and lifting her left ankle to bind it to her wrist. Her heart pounded, her flesh heating with every knot and loop. She sank further into her own head. That same edgy neediness Ezra had given her before started to bloom. Being restrained was turning her on in the most fabulous ways.

  Enver spread her thighs, positioning her ankle in the same manner against her right wrist. She sank again, becoming immersed in the sensation of the rope constricting her skin. Something brushed against her arm, more pulling and tugging of the rope. She lost track of the time as Enver worked. She wished she could see how she looked, what kind of shapes he’d used to decorate her body.

  His movements weren’t all methodical precision either as he took several opportunities to brush his nimble fingers against various pleasure points. As he banded a length of rope under her breasts, she wished again to see how spread and open and at his mercy she was. Over, around and under, he compressed her breasts until they were throbbing, aching globes of pleasure. A soft whisper of touch against one straining nipple made her whimper quietly. Extending her senses, she heard Kochran’s measured breaths, sensed him standing near her right shoulder while Enver worked.

  Her silent guardian. Her Dominant.

  Enver paused when she inhaled quickly. “Does something hurt or pinch?”

  Everything was exactly, perfectly right. “I’m fine. Please don’t stop.”

  Enver continued to work, checking and adjusting the fit of the ropes binding her. She’d been taken aback by the realization Kochran was her Dom. Maybe not long-term, but for the duration of the scene. Even though Enver was the one working to secure her to the chair, Kochran was clearly the man in charge. He was watching out for her. Caring for her. Ensuring her safety even though another Dominant was present.

  The idea of being the focus of attention to more than one person had only been a recent development in her life. Now that it had been planted, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. Multiple-partner scenes had been the first thing she’d written on the list Kochran had asked for, followed by being under the guidance of a skilled Dominant.

  Enver split two lengths of rope around her labia, putting decadent pressure there, which she couldn’t ignore. That feeling increased as he tested tightness and stress to her joints as he made the functional task...erotic. The overwhelming sensation washed over her in a sensual avalanche.

  Someone pressed a warm kiss against her shoulder. “You’re magnificent, love. You’d make a fine rope bunny,” Enver whispered against her ear. “One I’d like to truss up any day of the week. Something tells me this one isn’t going to let you wander too far from him, though. Those ropes may be a comforting embrace, but keep in mind your audience will want a show.” He caressed her abdomen as he moved away.

  Audience? She tried to focus on the word, but she was too absorbed by the fact she couldn’t sense Kochran or Enver nearby. She was smart enough to know they hadn’t abandoned her. A Dominant would never leave a submissive in such a precarious position. Surely one of them still had to be within arm’s length in case things took a turn.

  As she listened for their breathing, a shift of clothing, anything that would give away their position, she noticed something else. Everything inside her stilled. As she tried not to think about the silence blanketing her, she heard the murmur of voices. Not just Enver and Kochran. There were more. Many more. So numerous that she couldn’t make out what was being said. Her heart rate quickened as she thought about being presented. She fed on the energy the faceless strangers gave her, using it to heighten her arousal.

  The small amount of discomfort from being tied in the odd position was...electrifying. Hands cupped her breasts, and she jumped. Nimble fingers stroked over her hardened nipples, and she relaxed, even though so many factors of unknowns were spread out before her. Her heart tripped when one of the hands lifted and slipped around her neck to stroke. He tilted her jaw up, angling it so she offered him free access to her throat.

  “Hrm. Breath play was on your list of interests. Not surprising since you like dangerous games. Nothing too heavy, but how about a taste?” When she nodded, his grip tightened, restricting the airflow but not severing it completely. Arousal and excitement tightened her muscles. Though her legs were spread, she was so fucking stimulated. Open and vulnerable.

  “Is this what you expected?”

  No, it wasn’t, but goddamn, was it exciting. She shook her head, remembering she wasn’t allowed to speak unless it was her safe word. And the last thing she wanted to do was stop him.

  Kochran released her throat and she gasped for air, her voice unintentionally sounding as he continued to fondle her breast. “Still with me, baby girl? You can speak now.”

  “Yes,” she blurted, gritting her teeth against the pain as he pinched her nipple.

  “Be as loud as you want now, Madeline. Your audience will appreciate it.” As though on cue, a chorus of affirmatives filled the air. Far more people than when they’d entered the room, but still muffled through the rush of sensations cresting inside her like waves breaking against the shore.

  His fingers disappeared and warm wetness enveloped her nipple. He licked and sucked the nub, hardening it even more though she was convinced that wasn’t possible. When he bit down, gently at first and then with increasing pressure, she squirmed. His hand closed over her throat again and she automatically tilted her chin higher in offering. Her air supply slowly diminished the longer he sucked on her. Nips. Teases. She tried to gasp, but he’d stolen her voice along with her air. So she whimpered deep in her throat. His firm grasp released.

  His touch against her nipple and throat vanished, leaving her a trembling mass of submission. “Do you like pain, Madeline?”

  Butterflies erupted in her stomach. While she didn’t know, oh, she wanted to experience it with Kochran. The item had been on her list. “I don’t know.”

  A rush of wind sounded to her side and a slap followed a second later. She jumped before she realized he hadn’t struck her. But he’d hit something hard and solid. The noise came again, and she heard a soft whistle. Was he testing something before turning it on her?

  “Please hit me, Sir.”

  The slaps stopped. “I haven’t given you permission to call me that yet.”

  Shit. “Forgive me.” She’d gotten so lost in her head, in the scene being crafted, she’d forgotten.

  She braced herself for a hit as punishment. Instead, he traced his fingertip over her shoulder. A sensual touch while the threat of more hung in the air.

  “But I do like how it sounds.”

  Something tapped against her leg with enough force to make her jump. It wasn’t painful by any means, but enough to get her attention. Her heart hammered away, the loud sound of it thumpin
g in her ears. Cool air brushed over her heated skin as her head spun. There was something about this whole thing that was totally doing it for her. She suspected he would be correcting her quite a lot because she rarely remained quiet during sex.

  She imagined those lovely eyes of his glowing as he brushed the curve of one breast. “You’re trembling.”

  She hadn’t realized it, but the shaking wasn’t because she was cold. Far from it, in fact. A warmth spread through her, originating from her feet to wrap around her thighs, hips and waist. It coiled through her belly, lighting new infernos that blazed a path to her breasts, which he cupped tightly. Her breath caught when Kochran leaned forward and replaced one of his hands with his mouth again. Her voice stretched through the room as he massaged the tender bud with his tongue. Need spiraled through her as he sampled her. Suckled her with long, mesmerizing teases that pulled at her core. The heat of his mouth melted away into sensations she couldn’t put a name to. The pleasure of it had her writhing against his hands. But he didn’t command her to still. Her pleading noises changed to wanton moans.

  He skimmed the gentle flare of her waist. Over the angle of her hip and between the thighs spread wide open by Enver’s ropes. Kochran grunted softly when he probed between her pussy lips and found her folds slick with her desire.

  “Since you like it rough, how about a pair of weighted clamps to adorn these tempting nipples? Maybe even a butterfly vibrator on this cute little bud that comes alive when I touch it?”

  She gasped, fighting against the ropes to remain still. Enver had given her just enough slack to struggle, further adding to her arousal. Kochran continued to stroke her. She was naked and spread open for him, bound but still free to his bidding. But she was also on display for anyone in Court to stroll by and see. Available to the roving gazes of anyone who chose to observe the scene. Too caught up in her head, she couldn’t discern if her arousal was due to being watched or everything Kochran promised her. She was alive, wild with the promise of what was to come.

  Whatever the reasons, she knew he’d been right—he’d made her the center of attention.

  When he lifted his mouth, she imagined how he would look with slightly swollen lips. She wanted to angle forward to kiss him, bite that tantalizing swell of his lip and tangle their tongues together. Instead, she remained in place, allowing her erratic breath to be the only sound between them.

  He stepped back, severing his connection. She felt so exposed. So...bare as she rode the intoxicating wave of euphoria descending upon her. Her body pulsed with each beat of her heart, as though her entire being had been tuned to the unique frequency that Kochran controlled. The enormity of the sensations spiraling through her added a layer of intimacy.

  “Please.”

  When he dragged his finger against her engorged clit, she sighed. He tapped and massaged, his intent clear. “Are you this excited because you’re being watched or because of me?”

  All of it, she wanted to respond as the urgency of his touch washed over her, but found her throat thick with the words. Instead an answering pulse surged through her core.

  “Ah, you’re dripping wet now. I think it’s a little of both.”

  It should have seemed absurd—his words, being in front of people naked and bound. But the situation was so...normal.

  Like she submitted to a powerful man like this in front of a captive audience every day.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Ezra’s voyeuristic propensities had increased tenfold when Asha knocked on his office door to tell him Kochran and Maddy were mid-scene at Court. He’d done his best not to appear too anxious, but once the house submissive had left, he pulled up the live feed. Two seconds in and he’d made a beeline for Court, wanting a part of the moment even if it was only on the periphery.

  He slipped in, noticing the crowd was larger than expected. Thursday nights weren’t a large draw for the public spaces, but everyone present had been captured by the activity in the center of the room. It was easy to see why.

  Kochran moved with a sensual grace that would make even the most devout think of sex. He carried out scenes as though they were religious rights, pure and sacred. That kind of presence didn’t come along often. The preparation was as important as the actual scene.

  The choice of clothing added another layer of decadence to the man, to the scene. The too-tight shirt outlined formidable shoulders, strained over the enticing curvature of pectorals and biceps. Ezra’s gaze swept lower as Kochran turned his back and bent over, displaying the strong thighs and muscular arc of his firm ass. Kochran shifted again, this time so the creases of his pants drew the eye naturally to his crotch.

  In his head, Ezra made no apology for the lingering glances he gave the groin area of those snug pants. A natural-born performer, Kochran intended to be ogled.

  Not to be overshadowed was the submissive at his command. Ezra recognized Enver’s handiwork that artfully bound Maddy to a chair. The position she was locked into displayed her to the crowd and gave Kochran access to any part of her body.

  She was a beauty in her own right, a delicious display of feminine curves confined by the hard lines of inescapable bondage. If Kochran stirred things inside Ezra, Maddy brought them all into focus. Her blonde hair peeked from under the fabric Kochran used to block her view of the room and audience. It wasn’t hard for Ezra to imagine her lush pink lips. The ones that made him think of sin and debauchery. To remember how obsessed he’d been since the moment he found out she’d muscled her way into his code.

  Even with the distance between them, Ezra knew the heady scent of her arousal. He smelled it hanging in the air around him for hours whenever she left him. Every time, he’d been ready to take his aching dick in hand.

  Kochran was an expert at balancing the physical as well as the psychological aspect of domination. He stood near Maddy, body still as his gaze roamed over her form, his feet evenly braced, his shirt pulling across the expanse of his chest and shoulders. His head was tilted, as though he was listening to something only he could hear. From this angle, Ezra looked at a man whose profile appeared to have been etched from granite. Though the distance and shadows made it impossible to see, Ezra knew those honed eyes watched Maddy closely.

  His broad, well-muscled shoulders just begged to be used as handholds while he used someone as he pleased. Kochran knew this, but he didn’t flaunt the power. He didn’t have to. He just...was. People were naturally drawn to him. They were attracted to his open sincerity, which caused even the most withdrawn introvert in the world to open up like the petals of a blooming flower. Kochran was genuine. He was also sinfully sexy. The sort of man who captured the attention of everyone regardless of sexual orientation. For the members of the club, it was also because he was the leader they looked to in admiration.

  The first strike came unexpectedly. Maddy jerked, but made no sound. Kochran struck again, focusing the impacts on her thighs. Ten lashes with the flogger before he stopped. Maddy breathed fast, the fabric around her head moving with each rapid inhale. Her wrists restrained, she opened and closed her hands as her body shuddered. Kochran reached down to play with her nipples, offsetting the pain with pleasure. She whined softly as he pinched one nipple, then the other.

  Ezra found the development interesting. His time with Maddy in the server room had been purely sexual, playing on Maddy’s desire to be watched while getting off. As had the blowjob she’d given him when she’d admitted to being turned on after watching a group scene they’d caught the tail end of after work one night. Even when he’d finally gotten his mouth on her pussy, tasting her release with his fingers deep inside her. Every other time they’d tormented one another, it had all been about sex. The scene unfolding before him was about control and surrender. Maddy could have been completely clothed and the session would have been as equally powerful. Ezra would have to commend Kochran later.

  Kochran stepped back,
delivered more strikes until her fingers clenched. Ezra knew Kochran wasn’t a sadist, but he was skilled enough to tailor each scene to the submissive’s need. He challenged himself with different techniques, expanded on his knowledge to compliment his preferences, like most well-educated Doms did. Though Ezra had known Kochran an exceptionally long time, he had no idea what those personal preferences were. As Kochran worked to peel back the layers of Madeline Zane, Ezra wondered what it would take to reveal Kochran’s true desires.

  Maddy’s cries caught Ezra’s attention. Kochran had pocketed the flogger and had placed a vibrator between her legs. Her body shuddered and jerked, her chest moving rapidly as a flattering flush crept between her breasts under the ropes. From her groans, Ezra knew Maddy was teetering on the cusp of release. Ezra had seen Kochran keep a submissive in that state for nearly an hour before he’d granted her climax, edging her past coherent thought to a place where she was only wanton desires.

  A whimper pierced the charged air. Ezra swallowed. The strangled cry roused something deep inside him. Made him want to be a part of the scene unfolding on the stage. He wasn’t content to be a faceless member of the crowd. But this was Kochran’s show, his focus razor-sharp, completely homed on Maddy. Everything for him was how Maddy reacted to a hit, monitoring the ropes binding her wrists, the covering on her face. Ensuring her safety. Guaranteeing she and the audience got as much pleasure from this as possible. A delicate dance fueled by intuition. Some things could be taught, but with Kochran, this was his very nature.

  Maddy yanked hard against the bonds. Kochran continued his ruthless motions, not letting up this time, pushing Maddy further without words. Some in the audience would recognize it the second the agony purged her emotional pain, as though she was bleeding out everything she kept trying to restrain.

  Suddenly, Kochran discarded the flogger and pulled on the fabric so Maddy’s head was tilted back, her throat exposed. He covered her clit with two fingers and tapped there with enough force that she jerked in the chair, moving the legs several inches even though her feet weren’t touching the floor.