The Switch

by Diane Whiteside

  What had she said in that damn checklist that he could use on her now? She remembered mentioning nipple clamps, spanking, leather belt…What else?

  “Too many clothes,” he remarked and brought back heavy scissors.

  “You ruined them!” she protested, as two efficient cuts left the trousers lying on the floor at her feet.

  “You’re not showing me enough yet,” he remarked. He ran a possessive hand up her leg and cupped her mound. She jerked then rolled her pelvis into his grasp. “But you’re starting to be wet enough.”

  She couldn’t give him what he demanded. If she was right, then yielding would destroy them both in a failed union. The penalty for failure was huge.

  She shuddered and tried to protest his hand’s behavior but soon lost the ability to form words. She grew flushed and faint, frantic with the need for more. But he wouldn’t tell her to come and she hovered on the verge.

  He smacked her hard on the butt. She jerked but it felt good, so good to have the harder sensation. He smacked her on the other cheek and she yelped. He rubbed the spot hard before landing three more blows in quick sensation.

  Beth cried out and wriggled as he fondled her. Had she mentioned spankings in that checklist? She tried to protest.

  “What are you doing?”

  “You’ve been a very bad girl and you still haven’t told me what I need to know. Now where is the art?”

  “I’ll never tell!” She didn’t remember why not, just that she couldn’t talk. So she added a few words about his ancestry in a tone that made his eyebrow lift.

  He spanked her hard after that, mixing blows and caresses into a mixture that made her body writhe and her hips thrust into every touch. He visited much of her body, including her throbbing, sensitive breasts, until she keened her desire. He paused from time to time, to fondle her or kiss her. Once his groin brushed her hip, with a hard ridge closely confined in his trousers.

  But she never spoke of the art, or returning to the home that loved her.

  She hung on the bars, eyes shut as she gasped for breath during a respite. His hand gently teased her erect clit while the other fondled her fiery ass. She sighed her approval before she registered the grease on the fingers sliding up and down the cleft between her buttocks. But the coolness felt so good.

  A finger delicately teased her clit while another slipped into her ass. She welcomed both greedily, enjoying the lightly stretched feeling.

  “Oh yes, please. Oh more, oh yes,” she sighed, the first time she had begged.

  He gave her more, gradually working more fingers into her until three very large masculine fingers stuffed her backside, while his other hand eased into her cunt. She rocked between his hands, moaning deep and low.

  She floated in a haze when he left her, her eyes still shut. Then cold metal entered her ass and she shuddered at the size and weight. She’d taken jelly and silicon butt plugs before. But stainless steel? It was big, not the largest she’d ever carried, but enough to make her body stretch around it. And it was certainly heavier than anything she’d ever known before.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered.

  The big plug settled into place at last and her body clenched around the base, holding it close. Heat flowed between her breasts and her ass, encouraged by the finger circling her clit. She wouldn’t be able to hold the weight long but her body fought to continue the sensation for the moment.

  “Where’s the art?”

  “I’ll never tell,” she managed, more faintly than before. He had far more imagination than she’d given him credit for but she still couldn’t take the chance.

  “Little fool,” he growled and pulled his belt free. Her mouth went dry at the familiar sound and she stared longingly at the wide strip of flexible leather.

  But this was Sean, who protected women. He wouldn’t use that on her, even though she was so aroused that she’d welcome it.

  He doubled the belt and snapped it as a test. She shivered at the experience behind the casual motion.

  “Talk to me, woman.” His gaze was steady and controlled but her body heated under it.

  She took a deep breath, fighting back the demand clamoring inside. She formed her answer very carefully.

  “No.”

  He brought the belt down unerringly on her ass. She shrieked and rose to her toes in response, before settling back. The blow ran through her body like a call to arms.

  “No,” she said again. But the word was changing now to another meaning.

  “You need a damned good hiding,” he muttered, “for all the trouble you’re causing.”

  “No,” she said again. And she meant yes.

  He tanned her backside a dozen times with the leather, and she cried out in response every time. Heat rose through her like mercury in a thermometer. She lost the ability to form words when he rubbed the leather between her legs, then lightly tapped her pussy with it.

  “No, please,” she moaned then, uncaring now what he thought. She needed this touch, the belt’s hard touch setting an answering pulse through her body. She wanted more, needed more.

  Beth floated in an ecstatic haze when he stopped, her body alive as never before. Somehow her body still embraced the butt plug, while her nipples throbbed. She felt both grateful and vulnerable to him.

  She opened her eyes finally and looked for him. She found him standing naked in front of a stove, rolling a condom down his straining, vibrantly alive cock.

  What was he going to do? She couldn’t suck him, not when she was bound like this. And he wouldn’t fit into her cunt, not in this position with that enormous plug filling her ass. But she couldn’t bear not holding every possible inch of him. She trembled with fear and arousal at the choices.

  He looked back at her and smiled slowly, his eyes lighting in harsh triumph as he read her expression.

  “What do you think I’m going to do now?”

  “I don’t know,” she whimpered.

  “Yes, you know,” he corrected her. “Try again. What am I going to do? You said it in that damn limo once.”

  Beth sent her mind back to find the answer. “You’re going to do exactly what you want, not what pleases me.”

  “Exactly right,” he growled and came back to her. “What are you going to do?”

  “Whatever pleases you,” she said steadily, finally surrendering to him.

  He bent his knees and probed her with the tip of his cock. She was wet, dripping with it. But how could she accommodate him and the plug?

  “Ah, Sean,” she moaned as his glans slid in, stretching her to the point of pain. He worked himself into her slowly and she yielded to him, easing her breathing so that she relaxed enough to accept him. It was very difficult and she burned with pain, tight as a virgin in this position with her legs spread just far enough to accept his hips.

  She took a deep breath and filled herself with the scent of hungry male. Anything was worth it, if he was satisfied, even if she hadn’t managed to accept every inch.

  He stayed motionless, his eyes closed as if he was memorizing the feeling of her like this. Gradually she relaxed around him and softened in welcome.

  “Oh yes,” he murmured. “That’s it, woman. Open for me.”

  Beth trembled as her body did exactly that. He slid into her up to the hilt. Then he locked his arms around her and started to move.

  He fucked her long and hard, in deep piston strokes that almost took him from her before plunging inside again, driven by the power of his muscled legs. Her inner muscles gripped him when they could, caressing him as her hands and legs couldn’t. She nipped his shoulder, holding onto as much of him as possible. She arched herself, abandoning herself to being fucked by the one man in the world who really mattered.

  “Fuck yes,” he groaned when he found a slightly different nook inside her. “Perfect. Oh fuck, fuck…”

  He forgot his self-control and changed to swift strokes that pounded her deeply, without leaving her body. His voice deepened and ro
ughened as it stopped forming words. She forgot everything except the magic of this moment.

  He stabbed deeper and howled as his climax grabbed him. He yanked the plug out of her and a thrill blazed up her spine in response.

  Beth exploded into ecstasy, everything in her convulsing in an agony of satisfaction. A scintillating pinwheel of light burst behind her eyes and she lost consciousness, anchored only by him.

  She came awake slowly and found herself still possessed by his cock. His hand ran down her back and one finger slipped possessively into her ass. Her eyes widened at his dominance.

  “Say the words, Beth.” He watched her calmly then circled his finger inside her. Her hips quivered.

  “Beth,” he prodded but didn’t move his finger.

  Her mind stirred sluggishly before framing the truth.

  “I should never have left.” She closed her eyes, then forced them open. Time to yield, both in fantasy and real-life. “Please, I’ll tell you where the art is, if you’ll just come back to me. I need you, more than life, my marvelous switch.”

  Sean kissed her deeply then.

  “We’re going to get married,” he said finally, producing a small jewelry box from his back pocket. “I don’t care where and I don’t care when, as long as we both agree that we’re engaged until then.”

  Beth stared as he slid an enormous square-cut, sapphire engagement ring on her finger. She couldn’t run away, given that she was still bound hand and foot to the pipes.

  “I don’t even care how we get married, as long as it’s legal in the United States.”

  “Okay,” Beth murmured, still pondering the ring’s promises.

  “Is that all you have to say?”

  She stirred at the stern note in his voice and met his eyes. Time to claim her future with him.

  “I love you, Sean.”

  “That’s better.” He kissed her, gently at first and mindful of her bruises, then more strongly as she answered him. “I love you. And you’re going to dominate me again, you hear that?”

  “When I want to,” she shrugged, fighting to keep a straight face. He really was going to be a handful. Of course, she’d never wanted any other kind.

  He eyed her suspiciously then relaxed when he read her consent. “Good enough.” He began to untie her wrists.

  “Father gave you his blessing. Yesterday, when he went on campus,” she remarked, just to confirm her guess. How else would Sean have known when she was outside the house?

  He stilled, going a little white, then relaxed and smiled at her. “Yes, he did. It felt real good to be accepted by your family. I didn’t tell him everything I planned though.” He gently rubbed the first freed hand.

  Beth’s mouth twitched at his concern. “Don’t worry. You told him enough to make him happy or he’d never have helped you kidnap me.”

  “Yeah,” Sean agreed and looked happier. “Yeah, you’re right. He even welcomed me to the family.”

  Beth smiled, tears pricking at her eyes. Sean must have greatly impressed her father, if he said that much.

  “Your mother packed some of her clothes for you. They’re in the desk.”

  Both parents had helped Sean. Tears of joy swam in her eyes.

  “Scotland at Christmas,” she murmured, flexing her hand to help the returning circulation. Time to start talking about the future.

  “What?”

  “My family always spends the week between Christmas and New Year’s in Scotland. We can get married then.”

  His face lit up and he kissed her again. “Hooyah!”

  “What?”

  “Ranger talk. I’ll teach you.”

  “Yes, dear.” She rubbed his shoulder. “There is one catch though.”

  “Yes?” He was quite still as he watched and waited.

  “You’ll have to make the arrangements. I’m going to be busy, moving from DC to Seattle and starting a new job.”

  “Yes!” He caught her against him and laughed. “Treasury, right? Hunting terrorist money?”

  “Of course!” Beth laughed with him, especially when a tug reminded him that her ankles were still shackled. She giggled as she watched him bend to free her.

  * * * * *

  The Seattle night was cold and clear, with a brisk wind blowing from the north, as Sean and Beth ran to the stadium from the parking lot. Mike had arrived earlier, at the time preferred by his coach. But they’d dallied in the new Range Rover until Sean’s wristwatch sounded the alarm.

  They reached the stadium just in time to stand at attention for the national anthem. Sean did so with the unselfconscious ease of long practice, while Beth settled beside him as if she’d always stood there.

  Then whistles blew, cheerleaders yelled and boys ran out on the field.

  Beth put her hand up and touched Sean’s neck where the black silk scarf barely showed above his parka. He smiled down at her.

  “Come on, darling, let’s sit down for the opening kickoff.”

  Dave Hemmings waved at them from the stands and pointed at the seats next to him, carefully marked by two very fancy stadium cushions. The cushions had pockets and even back rests. They also looked brand-new.

  Beth chuckled and started up the steps behind Sean. Their progress was slow as people brushed past, anxious to run just one more errand before the game started. Beth amused herself by rubbing Sean’s ass whenever they had to stop.

  One pause was especially long, while a woman standing in the aisle tried to get her daughter to decide which soft drink she wanted. The girl looked to be of high school age, too old for such nonsense, while the woman had truly appalling taste in clothes. Beth considered memorizing the outfit, in order to tell Jenn that you truly could mix shades of green in one outfit for a bilious effect, but dismissed the idea as too painful.

  She slid her hand inside Sean’s jeans and petted him gently. Not too much really since it would be hours before they could leave the stadium.

  Then the woman saw Sean and her face brightened. She preened and shimmied towards him, bringing a stench of cheap perfume. He stiffened. Beth’s hackles rose at the woman’s possessive voice.

  “Sean! Thank God you’re back. When do you think we can get together?” Her voice died away as she stared.

  Beth’s left hand, with the enormous engagement ring on it, rested on Sean’s shoulder. Her right hand gave his ass a firm squeeze, while she watched the woman coldly. Centuries of noblewomen looked down her nose, while samurai loosened their swords in her eyes. Sean choked.

  “Uh, ah, Jean.” He stopped, appalled. “I’m sorry, Linda! I don’t know how I could forget your name.”

  Linda looked ready to kill him. Dave Hemmings was trying hard to keep a straight face in the row beyond, while his wife was suffering a coughing fit. Beth smiled politely, too pleased with Sean to need any other signs of triumph.

  “Linda, this is my fiancée, Beth Nakamura. We’re getting married next month,” he managed. “Beth, darling, this is Linda Davison and her daughter Jenny. Jenny is a senior here.”

  The women murmured polite nonsense before Linda produced a sickly grin.

  “Sorry but I really do need to get drinks. Excuse me.” She brushed past Sean and Beth and hurtled down the steps like a runaway car. Jenny watched her mother go and shrugged slightly, before turning her attention back to the pimply boy beside her.

  Beth finally found herself seated next to Dave Hemmings’ wife, who he proudly introduced as Deirdre. Sean sat down beside her and produced a beautiful new blanket, which he carefully draped over their laps.

  Beth wriggled slightly, testing the aftermath of Sean’s courtship. Very little discomfort really so she’d be fine in another day or so. Hopefully, next time he’d go a little farther.

  Deirdre promptly demanded a closeup look at the engagement ring and Beth happily showed her.

  “Beautiful!” Deirdre enthused. “It’s just perfect for you. But I’d never have thought that Sean would spend.” She stopped and looked embarrassed.
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  Beth laughed. “Oh, Sean has surprising depths when you drag them out of him.” She turned the conversation to an easier subject. “We’re so glad that you and your family can come to the wedding.”

  “Oh, we wouldn’t miss it! Especially since Dave said you’re chartering a plane?” Deirdre’s voice trailed off expectantly.

  “Yes, we thought that would be easier for our friends than to fly commercially right now. One plane from Seattle and another from Georgia, which will also stop in DC,” Beth elaborated.

  Deirdre started to ask another question but her attention shifted to the cheerleaders as they began encouraging the team.

  Beth’s hand ran up Sean’s thigh, under the blanket, and cupped his balls gently. She stroked them possessively as she leaned against him. Mine, her touch said. All mine.

  Sean froze in surprise and then began to chuckle.

  On the field, Mike gave him the thumbs-up sign. Sean returned it, grinning broadly, before putting his arm around Beth and pulling her closer.

  “Ugh, Gary called today,” Sean remarked hoarsely. Beth glanced at him, a little surprised by the topic. “He said that he just got a new shipment in of erotica. He’s saved us some books.”

  Beth kissed Sean’s cheek. “Maybe tomorrow, darling. Maybe tomorrow.”

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