The Switch

by Diane Whiteside

  Beth nodded and agreed that everything looked perfect, then showed the hotel’s representatives to the door. She closed the door behind them and locked it, grateful for the silence. She stayed still for a moment, trying to gather herself before dominating Sean again.

  “Strip,” snarled a deep voice from directly behind her.

  Beth choked and tried to turn.

  A man’s body immediately pressed her into the door and a single huge hand caught her wrists high above her head. She shook her head and he leaned into her harder until she couldn’t move. After a few minutes, he shifted and quickly turned her to face him, still gripping her hands. His leg shoved between hers, opening her wide for him while pinning her to the door.

  Beth stared at him, startled and a bit frightened by his change in behavior. Sean was an imposing figure, almost barbaric in his rough-edged simplicity against the intense adornment around him. He looked like a Viking taking stock of a palace and its ladies before ransacking it. A jolt of lust ran through Beth as she saw her fantasy come to life.

  “No…” she managed to get out, as the fantasy demanded.

  “Oh yes, foreign witch,” he rumbled. Then he caught the front of her blouse and ripped it open. He shoved her shirt and jacket down her back so they trapped her hands behind her. Beth quivered as his fingers squeezed and stroked her breasts, then ran lower. He grabbed her hips and pulled her higher on his thigh. Her head fell back helplessly, offering herself to him.

  Sean took advantage of the invitation and bent his head. Beth trembled when he nipped her.

  He lifted his head and looked at her, his mouth curved in a cruel smile.

  She stared back at him, seeing the hard line of his mouth marked by a single drop of crimson.

  Very deliberately his tongue slid out and tasted her blood.

  She swallowed convulsively.

  “Please,” she moaned.

  His eyes flashed and he let her slide down his leg until she rested against the door. Beth watched him, caught by his leashed violence.

  He bent and tore open her trousers. Another grab pulled them down to her ankles. Then he picked her up over his shoulder and started to walk. Beth struggled to get free, frightened and excited by his deliberate violence.

  He dumped her on the big bed and she gulped for breath, her face pressed into the heavy brocade coverlet. She froze as a finger traced her spine lightly.

  “Foreign witch, do you want to be a barbarian’s plaything?” he growled. He pulled the clothing away from her wrists and the finger continued down, ending between her legs. She shuddered as it explored her slowly before another finger came to bathe in her cream. Then both fingers found their way inside her and she rocked against the pressure.

  A moment’s pause, then he pushed more strongly. How many fingers would her body welcome? She groaned again at her body’s answer: four.

  “Please, master,” she choked as his hand shoved at her. Her muscles flexed and yielded to his demands.

  Suddenly he ripped off her trousers, overcoming the slight resistance of her shoes by a stronger yank.

  Beth heard a zipper’s metallic snarl before his weight came down on her. She gasped, crushed between the harsh brocade coverlet rasping against her breasts and his fur-shrouded muscles. She tossed her head, gripping the coverlet, as she writhed under him.

  “Do you want it, little witch? Do you want this big cock of mine?” Her hair rippled under his breath.

  “Please, just take me!”

  Sean’s weight shifted and she shuddered as his teeth sank into the nape of her neck. He held her like that for a long minute, a tigress pinned for mating. Then he slammed into her to begin a long, hard ride.

  She climaxed almost immediately but he ignored her stifled cry. He continued to pump her, pulling almost all the way out, then pounding his great length into her with all the force of his iron-hard body. He grunted rhythmically as he worked her cunt, angling his thrusts until he found exactly the right spot inside her.

  Beth gasped and bucked against him, fighting for more.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” His words beat in her blood like the force of his cock savaging her womb. They drove thought out of her, to be replaced by animal need. She gripped and squeezed at him, striving to keep him inside her.

  He bit her shoulder hard and she screamed, the sharp pain triggering ecstasy throughout her body. She shattered around him, every bone and muscle convulsing in an orgasm such as she’d never known before.

  She heard him shout her name as he too found his release. Then she collapsed into unconsciousness under him.

  Beth woke to see the sun peeping in past the curtains. She stretched slowly, feeling the answering soreness. Sean’s body was like a furnace against hers, a welcome source of nighttime heat for a Viking’s woman. His torso showed touches of red where she’d bitten and clawed him in passion. She purred at the memory of his response to those love marks.

  His cock was warm against her, where it lay nestled between them. She petted it idly, comparing how cuddly it looked now to how ferocious it had stood the night before. Memories flowed stronger and she bent her head over him, laving it with her tongue before sucking gently. Its quick rise to greet her surprised her, given how hard and how often he had used it. She began to caress it more intensely, as she remembered her plans for the coming night.

  Beth squeaked when Sean suddenly pulled her up. A quick roll trapped her under him and he gripped her wrists in one big hand. The other found a condom in the litter on the nightstand.

  “Witch,” he muttered as he ripped the condom open with his teeth.

  Beth sighed happily and twined a leg around him.

  Chapter Eight

  Las Vegas

  Saturday, 5 PM

  Sean woke up when Beth touched his shoulder. She kissed him lightly on the mouth then moved away slightly.

  “Time to get up, sleepy head. Your bath is ready.”

  Sean was surprised to hear of a bath. He’d hoped for a shower together but he quite possibly couldn’t have taken full advantage of it, especially since his cock was rather sore at the moment. Beth undoubtedly had the experience to know when a man needed to soak his aches. But then, she also had an excellent eye for fun. Even breakfast had turned into a sexual delight with her.

  He sat up and stretched before wandering into the bathroom. This weekend was turning out to be an even bigger adventure than he’d hoped.

  The bathroom was dimly lit by a single light over the tub itself and a few candles clustered at the tub’s corners. Sean sniffed, trying to decide what smelled so good. It didn’t smell like any of the few scented candles he’d met before or anything at the spa.

  Shrugging, he turned the jets on and got into the bath. It was very warm and slightly oily, lightly scented to match the candles. His muscles began to relax and he slid down into the Jacuzzi, which was big enough to soak his entire body.

  He was drowsy again within minutes, wondering what Mike was doing now before pulling his thoughts away. Mike would be fine. He had to start building a life without Mike around all the time.

  The water rolled against him and he opened his eyes to see Beth getting into the tub. Sean’s eyes widened but he quickly shifted to make room for her.

  “Just get comfortable, Sean. I’m going to wash you.”

  Sean nodded. A woman hadn’t bathed him since he was a child.

  “What are the candles scented with?” he asked, trying to find a distraction.

  “Sandalwood, frankincense, bergamot. It’s a blend of relaxants and aphrodisiacs I ordered just for us.”

  Sean’s brain stopped working at the mention of aphrodisiacs. Beth’s mouth twitched at the look on his face.

  “Take it easy, darling. These are relaxants too. “

  Sean nodded slowly and closed his eyes again.

  Beth lathered a sponge and kneeled beside his hip. She circled his shoulder slowly, watching how the soap clung to his skin. Then she lifted his hand and cleaned his
entire arm in a spiral movement flowing down from his shoulder to the tips of his fingers. She carefully separated his fingers and made sure that every inch was quite clean.

  “Why are you washing me like this?”

  Beth paused, still holding the tip of his thumb.

  “What’s the matter? Don’t you like it?”

  “Well, yes. But it’s not like a regular bath.” Sean’s hand twisted under hers. She tightened her grip and he went still.

  “Why should it be? I’m enjoying it,” she answered calmly. Her eyes softened. “Just go with the flow and I promise that everything will work out.”

  “Okay then,” Sean agreed, still puzzled but not inclined to argue more.

  Then she rinsed out the sponge, applied more soap and cleaned first one leg than the other. Sean could only shudder when she attended to the crease between his torso and thigh. He looked away from her breasts, so enticingly close, and caught sight of her beautiful back in the mirrors, flexing as she worked over him.

  She attended to his other arm before washing his face and chest. Sean felt the slow drag of the sponge through the thick hair and his nipples’ rise to follow the motion. The sponge moved further down to where his cock reared in welcome.

  He was slightly disappointed but said nothing when she simply washed it carefully, repeatedly soaping, rubbing and rinsing until every fold and wrinkle, every hard line, glowed clean and sweet. He tried some breathing exercises to control himself until he could lie acquiescent under her hand. He didn’t dare look at her reflection.

  “Roll over, darling. That’s right; you have to kneel so I can wash your backside.”

  Sean closed his eyes and obeyed, praying that he wouldn’t disgrace himself.

  She started at the nape of his neck and worked down, attending to all the places that had been hidden before. The sponge felt rougher now or perhaps he was more aware of its feel.

  He bucked, and then steadied himself when her sponge first traveled from his spine between his buttocks. She kept it there for a minute, letting him absorb the feelings of slickness and teasing roughness. Then she spread his buttocks with one hand and studied him.

  His breath sighed out at her intent look. He nearly climaxed when her tongue tasted her lips. Then she cleaned him there too, welcoming every hidden inch with the same steady caresses that she’d used on his cock.

  Beth wrung out the sponge and dropped it aside. Then she pulled out the small shower attachment and turned it on, testing its temperature. She met his eyes in the mirror with a smile.

  “Time for some cooler temperatures, I think, darling.”

  Sean could only shrug in agreement.

  She rinsed him easily, keeping the water barely warm enough to maintain his mood while still slowing him down. Then she stepped out and held a big bath towel for him to step into.

  Before he had time to even pat himself dry, Beth had headed back into the bedroom. She beckoned him to follow and he went.

  The bedroom was now dim as well, lit only by a few of the same scented candles. A single stick of incense sent lazy tendrils into the air. A futon was spread out on the floor to make a low flat bed, with cushions, sheets and towels scattered around. Small bunches of fresh flowers gleamed from vases around the room while a piano’s voice ran through the room like a mountain stream. The room was warmer than before so that he felt hot in the towel.

  “Lie down on the mat, Sean, on your back. I’m going to give you a massage.”

  Sean laid down immediately, a little surprised and confused but definitely hopeful. Maybe now she’d bring him off with her hand.

  Beth kneeled next to him and removed the towel around his waist. His hand went to catch it but stopped. Naked was good; naked could be very useful for frolicking.

  She placed cushions under his neck and knees. He relaxed, feeling secure and comfortable as he waited for her first move.

  “Straighten your legs and relax your back. Very good.”

  Beth knelt behind his head and began to gently pluck the skin away from his face.

  Sean closed his eyes, trying to understand what she intended. This felt like how his gym’s masseuse worked out muscle tension. Not like the start of bedplay.

  She worked down the front of his body to his hips and then sat back.

  “Now roll over slowly and lie face down.”

  Beth readjusted the pillows and then sat next to Sean’s hips quietly. He turned his head to watch her, still surprised by her ease with her own nudity. She looked like the goddess’ handmaiden in an Eastern temple.

  Beth poured some oil into her hand from a small jar and rubbed it into her hands slowly. Then she rested one hand between Sean’s shoulder blades. It felt warm, like the heat from a baker’s oven. Then she slowly began to rub his back.

  She wasn’t trying to excite him or release tension now. It felt as if she was just exploring the muscles in his body. He twitched, then rearranged his legs.

  “Beth, please, can’t you move a little faster?”

  “No, darling. I’ll move to the tempo I want.”

  She rubbed his back a little more. He couldn’t imagine what she intended. He squirmed under her hands, trying to find a position that felt productive.

  “Beth, what the hell are you doing? I can’t lie here like this while you just, just play with me.”

  “What’s the matter, Sean? Can’t you let me have control?” Her voice was quiet and reasonable.

  “It’s not that! It’s just that…well, how about letting me do something?”

  “Isn’t control the problem? I am enjoying touching you.” Her hands stopped. She looked down at him, her face very serious. “We agreed that you’d do anything I want this weekend. So what is your objection?”

  He came up to his knees in a fury, staring at her. She looked straight back at him, entirely unruffled.

  “What are you trying to do here? It’d be great if you were getting off, but you’re not. And I’m not getting off either!”

  “I told you my reasons: I am having a good time. That is all you need to know, in order to obey me.” His dangerous lady looked straight back at him, as implacable as a samurai sword.

  He glared, his fingers digging into the futon.

  She raised the stakes. “Are you saying no, here at the first step on the road that I have asked you to follow? If you are saying no, then leave now. Forever. I have no need of your company on this road.”

  “I can’t do this!” he roared. “There’s no point!” He started to sit back on his haunches.

  “I thought rangers never quit.” Her voice was as soft as a sword leaving its scabbard.

  He froze. How many times before had he heard that? How many times had he sworn he wouldn’t give up, no matter what it took? But this was different, harder than ever before. This time he had to yield, lie passive, not take action. Not even know where matters were leading.

  “Do you know how damn hard this is for me?” he asked in a much quieter voice.

  “I know that I’m asking you to give up all influence, all control, even your knowledge of the outcome. You will do this because fulfilling my wishes, no matter what they are, is your reward.” She waited for more objections. When he stayed silent, she went on. “So, will you do what I want or will you quit here and now?”

  “I don’t know if I can do this.” His voice was very quiet in the dim room.

  “Trust me, darling.” Her voice softened but stayed resolute. “Just trust me.”

  Sean closed his eyes, shaking. He took a very deep breath before he lay back down on the futon. He relaxed cautiously, one reluctant muscle at a time. It was a long fight to calm his angry, whirling mind, which insisted on demanding why he couldn’t do more.

  He shivered once, when a draft touched his cooling body. Beth draped a towel over him and he steadily warmed up again, reminded of how she cared for his comfort.

  “Concentrate on your breathing, darling,” she whispered. She stroked him lightly, her fingers barely tou
ching him, until he lay docile under her touch.

  Then she began the massage again.

  This time, he focused on her hands as they moved smoothly over him. The pattern was different than anything he’d experienced before, whether from a masseuse or a lover. Gradually, he realized that she was awakening his body, building a current that passed from her hands through his skin before diving into his bones. It was a dance of energy between them, which gave everything and asked nothing except enjoyment of the moment.

  He forgot his confusion as he was drawn steadily into a world of sensuality. His breathing deepened as time ceased to exist.

  She worked his spine thoroughly, pressing and stroking, sometimes just keeping her hand still. Sean began to feel both incredibly happy and relaxed at the same time. Strength flowed through him and he became more aroused. He heard himself purring like a cat.

  Beth started to pound lightly on his spine, emphasizing various points as she worked. Heat built up and desire started to intensify. Then she stroked the length of his back, rocking Sean towards and then away from her. He shuddered when she reached the base of his spine.

  “Relax, Sean. The massage is a gift for your sexual pleasure. All you have to do is enjoy.”

  He began to moan as his excitement built but he stayed receptive to her movements, as she taught him the sexual potential of his entire body. He had always focused primarily on his cock, sometimes on his nipples and anus. He had never imagined that there could be so much sensation found elsewhere.

  Her hands circled his back several times before coming to rest at the top of his thighs. Then she rubbed his legs and buttocks until Sean’s hips rocked.

  Her hands left him briefly and he heard a packet rip. He opened heavy eyes and saw her pulling on a glove slowly, smoothing it down past her wrist with a slow, elegant sensuality.

  “Gloves?” he whispered. She turned back to him and he shifted towards her hopefully. She chuckled softly.

  “Take it easy, darling. I think you’ll like this.”