Her ass quivered in front of him. Its pink blush drew his palm like a magnet. He dropped the paddle and lightly rubbed her ass. It was hot where the paddle made contact and cool outside the pinked flesh. Steve sucked in a breath, surprised at his own enjoyment. He loved how she felt, the hot and cold of her skin. The rosy flush he’d put on her rounded cheeks. And she wanted more.
He lifted his fingers and tapped her, fully enjoying this. Steve knew she wanted harder slaps by the way she squirmed on him and rubbed against his pulsing dick. He pressed his left hand a little tighter on her shoulders.
“Stay still if you want more.”
She nodded and froze. “P-please. I’m being still.”
This was a whole new experience for Steve and fuck if he wasn’t having a ball. She wanted to be spanked? He’d give her a spank. He raised his hand higher and brought it down smartly. Instantly an imprint of his fingers bloomed on her skin. She cried out and grabbed his legs. Steve pressed his palm to her hot ass cheeks, rubbing them and loving the feel of her muscles clenching under his fingertips. She quieted at his touch. An undeniable sense of power surged through him as Clare lay limp over his knees. She was his plaything, his toy, and his belly tightened with satisfaction. He was beyond aroused now and it was getting way too painful to ignore. His fingers itched to feel the sharp burn of their skin-on-skin contact again, but he was unsure how far to take it. She had to let him know.
“Enough?”
She shook her head and murmured, “More.”
He sucked in a breath and decided once more and then he’d flip her over and fuck her. He placed the paddle on the bed, and this time he used his hand, putting a little more force behind it, and gave a good ringing slap. Fire burst in his fingers and palm and raced like an inferno to his groin. She jumped on his knees and her low, drawn-out moan gave him a moment of guilt, but when she began to squirm on him he knew there was nothing to feel guilty about. His breath became shallow and he pulled her off his lap to lay her on the bed.
“That was perfect.” She smiled at him, stretched her arms over her head. The movement enhanced her breasts and he was about to reach for them when she rolled aside. “Now it’s time.”
He stood and Clare rose to meet him. Steve slipped his arms around her waist and grabbed her flaming-hot ass. She was so light he lifted her effortlessly and she wrapped her legs around his hips. Her nails dug into the muscles on his back and she clung to him, finding his mouth with hers. Their tongues met and fought. Steve groaned into her mouth and pumped his hips so his cock slid next to his goal—her hot slick folds.
“Take me to my bag.” Her words were muffled against his mouth.
Steve walked them over and she looked down into her bag of tricks. He glanced as well and was blown away by the contents. If only they had more than one night. He watched her fingers sift through the items and take hold of a condom package. She let her legs drop and slid down his body.
Clare made putting on the condom almost as erotic as giving him a hand job. He tried not to close his eyes when her palms stroked it down, sheathing him, and watched her fingers dance on his latex-covered dick. Pressure welled inside and he bit it back.
“See how the condom slides over your lovely hard cock?” She smiled and licked her lips. “Now lie down so I can finish.”
He did as she asked. But he was done taking orders.
“Either get under or on me,” he commanded.
“Oh are you the boss now?” She pressed her palm low on his belly, creating unbelievably exquisite torture, and caught his gaze. “I’m happy with that.”
Without a word she raised her foot and placed it on the mattress. Keeping her gaze glued to his, she slipped off the stilettos and unsnapped each garter. Steve’s attention was drawn to her fingers as she rolled the fishnets down and repeated the seductive movements on the other leg. She dropped the stockings on his chest and his gaze followed every move her hands made. His eyebrows rose when her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her garter and shimmied it down, bringing the thong with it. Finally exposing her pussy to his view. He drank her in. Her lips were swollen, firm, and her clit peeked out between the folds. He licked his lips, dying for a taste.
She stood on the bed again, a foot on each side of his hips like before. This time when he looked up she was fully naked, visible and glistening with her readiness. Slowly she lowered herself until she straddled his hips, her knees wide, offering him a prime view of her pussy. He watched her descend on him until the heat of her scorched his balls and his penis stood at attention against her belly. She pressed him to her skin with the palm of her hand and pumped her hips back and forth before rising and positioning over him.
His cock didn’t need any guidance. As if it were a homing pigeon, his cock found her center and Steve raised his hips. She pulled away and a surge of disappointment mixed with anger roared through him.
He grunted and was just about to say something when she lowered quickly and impaled herself on his dick. The surprise of her rapid action left him mindless for a second and it wasn’t until she began pulsing her hips back and forth did he realize they were finally fucking. Steve couldn’t lie still any longer and he grasped her under the arms, flipping her beneath him. He wound the stockings around her ankles and used them as leverage to raise her legs.
“This is where I’ve wanted you all night.”
She shivered and didn’t resist him. “You switched me up. And you’re now in charge.”
“You…bet…I am.” His words were barely audible between his clenched teeth.
Steve hooked one hand behind her knee, pulled a little tight on the stocking so it raised her leg higher. She opened like a flower and he drove deep. The headboard knocked against the wall and he didn’t care. She sucked in quick breaths with every thrust. At this point he didn’t think about her, so consumed with his own raging desire he lost himself inside her tight heat. The friction between them hummed through his dick and along his nerve endings, curling his toes. He reared back, pressing into her at a frantic pace, and then abruptly slowed, prolonging the bliss. She snapped her legs around his hips and thrust up.
“Faster! Fuck me like you just were.”
Her words spurred him on and he increased his power. Keeping his gaze fixed on where they joined, Steve watched his cock slide in and out of her. He flexed his ass muscles and pushed until he couldn’t press farther. If he hurt her, she didn’t indicate, so he continued pulling out and driving deep until the pressure in him became unbearable. Their cadence was perfect. Steve gripped her hips, the end of the stocking now wrapped around his wrist and draped over her breasts. An erotic show of fishnets and tits that sent him over the edge.
No longer could he hold back the orgasm that threatened to rip him apart. With one last powerful thrust he exploded inside her. His roar of pleasure filled the room. His cock pulsed and when her muscles clamped around him like a vise with her own release, he shuddered in drawn-out ecstasy before collapsing on her.
Clare’s arms fell away and flopped on the bed. He rolled off her to lie flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, completely and utterly exhausted. Sleep hadn’t been coming easy to him lately but if he didn’t sleep like the dead tonight there was something seriously wrong with him.
She sighed next to him, obviously content. What a strange woman she’d turned out to be, with her crazy suitcase full of toys, demanding dominatrix ways and lust for sex. An insane combination he didn’t think was his style earlier. But now he wondered. Neither of their online profiles stated they were looking for a relationship. No ties or commitments. Just some fun. And hot fucking sex had been the added bonus.
He breathed deep. The sheen of their exertion glittered on their skin in the candlelight, and he felt chilled. Steve pulled a sheet over them.
“So, what else do you have in that suitcase of yours?”
She laughed and turned her head to look at him, a smile widening her lips. “Anything your little heart desires.”
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sp; About the Author
An expressionist through words and art from a young age, Cristal read her first romance at age twelve. Taylor Caldwell introduced her to passion and romance that fuelled a craving to read anything she could get her hands on. Reading long into the night until her father shouted for her to turn off the light.
Cristal wrote her first story at fifteen and spent many hours escaping into worlds she created on the walk to and from high school. Now, ready to experience all life has to offer, Cristal tempts her readers and takes them on journeys of passion to vivid locations with squirm-in-your-seat plots. The combination of artistic talent with her gift for the written word helps Cristal bring to life the characters and stories she weaves.
Cristal lives in a small Canadian town, is a single mom of two college-aged sons and, yes, they do fly home after their initial excitement of leaving the nest! Along with her writing, Cristal works full time in the law enforcement field, loves horses, the outdoors and will jet off at any given opportunity to see the world. Cristal is multi-published and excited to be an Ellora’s Cave author.
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Table of Contents
Switch Me Up
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
About the Author
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