Top Bottom Switch

by Chelle Bliss

  If she were mine and she acted this way, I would’ve already swatted her with a crop on the inside of her thighs to convey my message without words.

  “Grab the black bullet off the table and get ready.”

  Her head tilts to the side, and her eyes roam over the toys, growing wide. She plucks the bullet from the table and waits for what I have to say next as I remove my phone from my pocket.

  “Rub it against your sweet, needy cunt.”

  She reaches down and rubs it against her opening, moaning a little with each pass over her clit. I press a button, letting the bullet come to life.

  “Oh,” she moans, surprised by the new sensation.

  I start it slow, letting the low hum drive her wild with lust. When she starts to move her hand faster and her legs begin to shake, I tell her, “Put it inside you.” The last thing I want is for her to come too early. She hasn’t earned the right, and it wouldn’t serve any purpose except for her to get off quickly.

  We are here to test her control. Finding out if she’s truly a switch or if she has everything needed to make an amazing submissive.

  She rubs it on the outside of her opening, pushing it inside a little before letting it pop free. Before I can say another word, she pushes it in a little farther and moans.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath. My balls ache, and my cock is straining against the fabric of my jeans, moving in her direction. Swallowing hard, I try to tell myself that I can do this. Even though I’m in control, I feel anything but—hard-ons do that to a man.

  I fantasize about my cock dipping inside her instead of the bullet, and my cock grows harder. When she pushes it inside and it disappears, I let out the breath I was holding.

  “Push it deeper,” I tell her with a shaky voice. I grit my teeth, frustrated that I’m giving away my need by the sound of my voice.

  She sticks a finger in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it and covering it with saliva. My heart starts to pound harder, and I’m transfixed by the way she’s sucking the single digit.

  I adjust in my chair, making my situation worse as my jeans rub against the head of my cock. Her eyes dip, and I can tell she sees the situation she’s put me in when a small smile spreads across her lips. When she pops her finger out of her mouth, she licks her lips and sets it on her clit.

  “Don’t touch it,” I say and lift my chin. “Push the bullet deeper and don’t stop until it’s seated against your G-spot.”

  She bites her lip, which I’ve grown used to and find sexy, and reaches forward, dipping her finger inside. When her hand starts to pull back, I change the setting on the bullet to intermittent and kick it up from a one to a four.

  Her body twitches as soon as the vibrations change. When her hand finally falls away, I tell her, “Rest your hands at your sides.”

  She looks toward the ceiling and tries to relax her body, but with each jolt, her bottom rises off the table and she tenses.

  “Don’t move. Stay still.” I’m being repetitive, but in her current state, I’m not sure how much is registering. I increase the power and move the intensity to a six.

  Her pussy clenches and her toes curl when the vibrations grow more intense. Wetness starts to seep from her, trickling down her body and landing on her plug. Her fingers start to fidget and her legs tense, starting to close.

  I press the stop button, and her legs fly open.

  “Don’t close your legs, or I can do this all night,” I lie, because if I had to sit here for hours and stare at her open legs, I’d be liable to touch her when I promised not to tonight.

  She moves her ass, scooting farther down the table and giving me a better view. I can smell her need. It’s starting to fill the room, driving me mad with lust. I restart the bullet, setting the pulse to every three seconds and the vibration back to six. With each lick of the bullet inside her, her thighs tense and relax.

  I palm the phone in my hand, trying to stop myself from grabbing my cock, and lean forward, wanting and needing a better view. Actually, I’m torturing myself.

  She looks between her legs, licking her lips, and she watches me as I try to find a comfortable position. Her smirk is unmistakable and sly. When her pussy contracts and her bottom rises, my eyes move on their own to watch her body react.

  “Get the clit pump and attach it, but don’t click it more than twice.” My eyes move to the table, lifting my chin when she pauses.

  I’ve found clit pumps to be fascinating and useful. They engorge the area, making it swollen and sensitive. Some women can come from the pump alone.

  With shaky hands, she rests the tube against her clit and does two quick pumps on the gauge. She groans and her eyes roll back from the suction. Her clit fills the bottom portion of the tube, plumping up and turning a bright red. She becomes restless, her fingers dancing at her sides and her pussy convulsing uncontrollably.

  “Do not come,” I tell her, and her eyes snap to mine. “Relax your muscles.” She complies and her legs fall open a little more. “Stay like that.” I get up from the chair, my cock pointing straight at her, and unzip my pants. “Don’t move, or there will be consequences.”

  She wants to say something, and her mouth opens before she snaps it shut. Her eyes are pleading with me, wanting me to relieve her of the need that’s filling her, driving her mad, but I don’t give her the permission she so badly wants.

  When I push down my jeans, her eyes widen as my cock springs free. It’s red, hard as steel, and aching. Bending over, I move my pants to my ankles and sit back down in the chair.

  My hard-on is standing straight up, wanting to be inside of her. I wrap my hands around the shaft and watch her eyes as they follow my strokes. “Another pump,” I say, gripping my dick harder.

  She tries to find the pump without looking, her fingers shaking as she wraps them around the handle and squeezes.

  I smirk as I see her clit crawl up the inside of the tube, growing larger from the pressure. Her hips jump and she gets wetter. She closes her eyes, probably trying to stave off the orgasm that’s ready to break free.

  “Eyes on me.” My fingers touch the tip, stroking around the crown and sending shockwaves straight to my balls. I slide my hand down, resting it at the base of my shaft and squeeze, causing it to grow larger. “You want this inside that greedy cunt, don’t you?” I wave it and relax my legs, letting my feet slide against the floor to give her a better view.

  She nods and her chest starts to heave, her breathing becoming erratic. With one hand stroking my cock, I use the other to increase the speed of the bullet and move the pulses to come quicker.

  Her eyes widen, but they stay locked on mine, staring at me between her legs. Her knees are shaking, and her muscles are tense as she tries to keep herself open. Her blinking slows and her fingernails start to dig into the leather on the table.

  Even though she can’t come yet, it doesn’t mean I’ll deprive myself any longer. I won’t touch her until she asks, but it won’t be tonight. There’s no way I could walk out of here without looking like I had a stick up my ass from the massive boner.

  As my fingers move, slowing and squeezing toward the tip, her eyes follow. I grit my teeth and grunt, wishing it were her cunt wrapped around me instead of my hand.

  “Do you want this inside you?”

  “Yes,” she says in a breathy voice.

  I shake my head, gripping my cock tighter and increasing the speed of my stroke. I’m pleased to know that she wants it, wants me, and feels comfortable enough to watch.

  Her beautiful pussy is glistening and wet, stuffed with the bullet. The quicker I stroke, the more her hips start to follow my movement.

  “Don’t come,” I tell her again, reminding her of my earlier command as I get closer to my own climax.

  When I can’t take it anymore—the scent of her surrounding me, my eyes locked on her—I give myself a few final strokes until my balls tighten and my body begins to shake.

  I can’t stop it. I don’t want to eith
er. As the come starts to pour out of me, dripping down my fingers, I work it into my flesh.

  “Fuck!” I moan. My strokes start to falter, the sensation overwhelming me. I break eye contact for a moment and glance at her needy, tight pussy.

  She’s dripping, her pussy contracting, and her bottom is slightly rising off the table. She wants me.

  After my body stops shaking, I get up and grab a towel and start to wipe myself clean. If she were mine, I’d make her lick it off—every last drop of me would be inside her. I hold back a sigh, wishing things were different. But they aren’t.

  For the first time in a long time, I’m excited about playing with someone. My stupid ass had to set the parameters that I wouldn’t touch her. “Idiot,” I whisper to myself. She’s licking her lips, watching as I clean up the last drops of come that dot the tip of my still hard cock.

  “Someday, piccola. Someday, I’ll let you taste me.”

  Her lips part and her breathing picks up speed. She’s writhing now, her clit trying to find relief from the constant pressure.

  “Another pump,” I say, wanting to be a tad sadistic since I know how badly she wants to come.

  She groans softly, wrapping her fingers around the handle and giving it a short, quick squeeze.

  “Lay your knees against the table.” I want a better view. There’s something about the female body that’s always fascinated me—even as I grow older, my intrigue only grows.

  Slowly, she lowers her knees to the table, causing her pussy and tits to jut out.

  “Your poor nipples. They need some decoration.” She shakes her head and draws her lip into her mouth as I smile. “Grab the bull rings from the table and put them on.”

  They are the newbie nipple jewelry. They don’t really pack a bite, but they have just enough pressure to make the person wearing them feel pleasure.

  “Squeeze your nipples first to make them harder,” I say and feel my cock twitch inside my pants.

  For fuck’s sake.

  I shouldn’t be getting hard already, but my body reacts to hers.

  The tips of her fingers grip her nipples and give them a hard squeeze. Her bottom lifts in response, the new sensation making her needier. She moans, loving the feel of her nipples being touched.

  “Put them on.” I glance at the bull rings that look like hoop earrings but are open with balls to grip the nipple with just enough pressure to stay attached.

  She releases her nipples, giving them another squeeze first before reaching for the bull rings. First, she attaches the left and exhales, closing her eyes for a moment. As she attaches the right, her tongue darts out and swipes across her bottom lip.

  I fight every urge in my body to blink, not wanting to miss a moment of it. Her nipples stick up, held that way by the rings, erect and hard. “Wet your fingers and run them across the top of your nipples.”

  The simple pinch of anything on the nipple heightens the feel of even the lightest touch. She swallows before gathering the moisture left on her lips to wet her fingertips. Two fingers hover over her nipples, and she closes her eyes as she lowers them, gliding them across the tips.

  She moans, her knees pulling away from the table.

  Poor thing. To be so needy and to be helpless to make it stop has to suck, but I’ll give her relief soon enough. Although I like her needy, I don’t want to drive her so far over the edge that she’ll never want to meet me here again.

  “Enough,” I tell her as her fingertips continue to caress the tips. “Remove the cylinder.”

  Her clit is huge, almost filling the tube after being left like that for more than ten minutes. Her fingers feel around for the button, keeping her eyes locked on me as she finally releases it and sets it to the side.

  Peeking through her hood, her clit is sticking out, completely engorged and begging for attention. She is wetter than she was before—the suction like a mouth wrapping around her clit with no remorse or escape.

  I rub my hands together and lean forward to get a better view. “Eyes on me. Touch yourself. You’re only allowed to use your fingers to come.” Without looking down, I put the bullet on high. No more intermittent pulses, just constant vibrations that lick her G-spot.

  She traces a path down her belly, stroking the side of her clit, testing the sensitivity. Her back arches off the table, and she gasps.

  “Touch it,” I say through gritted teeth, feeling myself teetering on the edge again. “Don’t move your hand away until I tell you.”

  Slowly, she traces tiny circles around her clit, her bottom rising up and down as if trying to get away from the overwhelming stimulation. The bullet vibrates, almost audibly, and the plug shifts with each convulsion of her sweet cunt.

  The closer she comes to her orgasm, the smaller the circles her finger makes, eventually moving back and forth at a rapid pace. Her toes curl around the edge of the table, and her legs shake wildly.

  “Eyes on me,” I remind her.

  Her moans grow louder, her body quaking uncontrollably as her back arches. When her breathing stops and she bears down, riding out the orgasm, the bullet moves, barely visible inside her.

  She writhes against the table, her body turning from side to side while trying to keep her feet planted on the edge. Good girl.

  So far I’m pleased with her ability to follow directions without much hesitation. With a little more training and time, she could become the perfect submissive. Sex is only a part of it. The person offering their service has to be willing to trust their partner and give themselves over completely, for any purpose.

  When her body relaxes and she gasps for air, I know my work here is done.

  Six

  Alese

  I barely make it down the stairs to the main floor of The Club. I have one hand in Ret’s and the other gripping the railing, holding on for dear life as I try to steady myself and not tumble to the bottom.

  He helps me to the same booth we sat in earlier. The evil bastard made me keep the plug and the bullet nestled inside me when we left the room. Like I didn’t have a hard enough time walking from the intense orgasm, having my ass filled and my pussy stuffed made everything worse.

  When I slide across the seat, the plug digs deeper into me. I squeeze my legs together, trying to relieve the pressure that built up during the walk, but my overly sensitive clit only makes things worse.

  “Let’s talk about tonight and how you feel,” he says, motioning toward our waitress we had earlier.

  “I feel good,” I tell him, staring straight into his eyes.

  “Was it hard for you to follow commands?” he asks and rubs the palms of his hands against his jeans.

  I shake my head. “Not really. Usually, I find it hard, but you made me comfortable and so turned on that I was willing to do anything you told me.”

  “Good.” He smiles and glances toward the waitress when she sets our drinks down. “How do you feel about the plug and bullet still being inside of you?”

  “Fine,” I lie through my teeth and plaster on a fake smile. Literally, I have my jaw clenched when I answer him.

  “Liar,” he says and laughs before pushing my drink in front of me. “But it shows me your dedication.”

  He continues to talk, but I tune him out. Not because I’m not interested, but because he’s so handsome I can’t help but watch his facial expressions and the movement of his lips. They’re fuller than those of most men—lush and completely kissable. The slight stubble on his face makes him look older and more domineering.

  The same strand of hair that constantly falls in front of his face springs loose and rests against his forehead. I want to reach up and move it, just to touch him, but I resist the urge.

  “What do you think?” he asks, pulling me from my appraisal of him.

  “Can you repeat the question?” I smile, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

  He raises an eyebrow, and the corner of his lip twitches. “Do you want to meet me here again next weekend?”

  Witho
ut hesitation, I say, “Yes.” And I nod a little too eagerly.

  “Good.” He smiles and my heart flutters. “But I won’t promise not to touch you next time.”

  I can’t stop myself from smiling more. “I’d like that.” I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth. If I am being completely honest, I want him to touch me right now.

  “But not until you ask for it. Normally, if you were mine, I’d do what I want. But since we’re new and you’re still not convinced