Switched

by O'Connell, Anne

  “Stay in contact. We’ll meet in Massachusetts. I’ll make sure you don’t have any charges brought against you if we can get Victor.”

  Richard wasn’t sure he believed him. Cops, FBI, they were all the same. They said one thing and did another. The only one with the authority to make deals was the DA or the Feds, but he’d already decided he was done with this life. He couldn’t do it anymore. He texted back, “We’re supposed to hit the PI’s office first, then the bdsm clubs. Will probably start in the morning.”

  After he pressed send, he went back and erased the text message thread just in case. Brocco didn’t text him back right away.

  Chapter Six

  "So my mom tells me she wants me and Eric to come to dinner, but she doesn't want us to talk about our kinky stuff. I tell her, like when have we ever discussed that with you? Besides, the only thing you know about me and Eric is what Paul told you and Paul is a moronic jackass. Not to mention you and dad always told me you wanted me to hook up with a guy who is responsible and able to earn a living and Eric does earn an honest living in co-owning and running the bookstore with Brad. Then she's like, yeah, but what about that club? I, of course, roll my eyes, and I tell her the club isn't the only thing he's invested in. He has his shares in the brewery and has his own house and everything. Then my mom has the nerve to tell me that she wants me to make sure I don't become a kept woman. Like she thought I was going to just drop out of school and just completely not have a life outside of Eric!"

  Kali smiled at the Amy who was almost ten years her junior. "She cares about you. That's all. I mean, imagine being in your mom's shoes. Her ordinary, vanilla life is turned upside down when she learns her daughter has a boyfriend who has a vested interest in a bdsm club, the implication being her daughter is into some kinky stuff. And to a lot of uneducated prudes they really do think bdsm is about misogyny and men beating up their partners or vice versa. You can't really blame her for worrying about you."

  Amy shrugged. "I suppose. It's just annoying because I always feel like I have to defend Eric to her. It's really aggravating."

  "Well they know you're still in school, right?"

  "Yeah, but then Eric bought me the car and immediately my mom thinks I'm in too deep. Like he's going to toss me to the curb any moment and I'll be left with the clothes on my back."

  Kali gave her an earnest look. "That is a valid concern, Ames. Not that I'm saying Eric would do that to you because I don't think he's the type, but I have met couples where the woman, or the guy, became so dependent on the other one that when the relationship went south, one of them was left without anything except the clothes on their back. It does happen."

  Amy gave her that you-sound-like-my-mother look.

  "Look, I'm not saying Eric would ever do that. I hope you guys' relationship really is forever and happily-ever-after and all that, but it's important for every woman to know how to be self-sufficient just in case something happens. It might not even be a breakup," Kali told her, matter-of-fact. "What if Eric was killed in an accident and you suddenly found yourself alone?"

  A thoughtful look passed over Amy's face. Obviously that wasn’t something she’d considered.

  With a deep sigh, Kali grabbed the bill sitting at the edge of the booth table they sat at in the small diner. "I'll get lunch today."

  "That was a little too sobering for a girl's day out lunch ending," Amy remarked with a scowl.

  Kali laughed. "Sorry, don't mean to be a downer. I just don't want to see anything bad happen. Eric is a good guy. It’s just that when I was your age I was dependent on a guy and it was the stupidest thing I ever did."

  Amy gave her a surprised look. "You were dependent on a guy?"

  She shrugged, not wanting to go into more detail than that. "We all have things in our past we aren't proud of. I didn't come out of the womb the independent, strong woman I am today. I had a few hard knocks."

  "Well aren't we full of surprises?" Amy smiled. “Did you ever have to worry about your parents finding out?”

  She shook her head and then paused, sharply aware that Amy’s eyes were bearing into her skull. Giving a tight smile she explained, “My parents passed away when I was in high school. Senior year.”

  A horrified look passed over Amy’s face. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry. I had no idea…”

  “It’s not something I usually share with people,” she admitted. “My life before my parents passed was pretty normal. Good. It was a good life. But after they passed I finished school and I was lost for a lot of years.”

  Amy looked down at her coffee cup. “Makes me feel stupid for telling you about my dumb problems with my parents.”

  “Nah,” Kali shrugged it off. “We all have problems, Amy. You don’t think me and Brad’s relationship is perfect, do you?”

  Shrugging, Amy leaned forward. “What kinds of things do you guys fight about?”

  “We don’t really fight, there are just some things about him that annoy me,” she admitted, wondering if she should be telling Amy this.

  “Like?”

  “If I’m doing something and he does it a different way he corrects me. It’s annoying, but we all have stuff like this. Speaking of annoying habits, has Eric stopped being an ass in taking liberties without giving you a safe word? In that I mean, is everything you’re both doing consensual?”

  She knew she was probably going where she wasn’t wanted, but she really didn’t want Amy to find herself in an abusive relationship. She cared about Amy too deeply as both a friend and lover. Silently scolding herself she bit her tongue. After all, she’d never known Eric to be mean, just presumptuous and perhaps too brazen for his own good.

  Her friend fixed her newly blonde pigtails. “What ever do you mean? Of course I have a safe word and it’s all consensual.”

  “Brad and I always laugh when we talk about the time Eric stuck you in the cage as punishment for sneaking around. Didn’t you think warning, crazy person, when he did that?” Kali laughed and took a sip of her iced tea.

  With her cheeks turning crimson, Amy smiled. “You’re right. It’s a good thing Eric isn’t a mass murderer because I’d be dead. That was very gullible and naive of me to just go along like that.”

  Kali giggled, remembering the look on Brad’s face when he first told her the story. He wore a mask of disbelief and expressed, quite emphatically, how he was sure he and Eric were going to end up in jail after that. “You know that Brad really was worried you were going to sue them or turn them in to the police after that.”

  Amy let out a laugh. “If I didn’t find it so titillating I might have,” she said with a sly grin.

  “I can’t do cages,” Kali said thoughtfully.

  “Why not? There’s something so…” Amy paused to find the right word. “That makes you feel so… powerless and vulnerable. I love it when Eric puts me in the cage. Maybe because he did do it without my permission that first time. There’s something really hot about that. I get turned on just thinking about it.”

  Shaking her head, Kali reached into her purse to grab her wallet. “Yeah, I’m a bit claustrophobic. That’s on my limits list.”

  “Remember how we were talking about shoe fetishes the other night?”

  Looking up, Kali wondered where Amy was going with this. “Yeah…”

  “Well, last night Eric bound me with silk rope, took of one of my five inch heels, and rubbed my clit with the toe of it. He put a dab of lube on it to make sure in glided into the right places. God damn it felt so good. I came so hard,” she shuddered and bit her lip. “I think maybe I could get into the shoe fetish thing.”

  Kali giggled, leaned forward and put her hand on Amy’s knee under the table. Ever since she seduced Amy in Eric’s dungeon several months earlier, they had been not-so-secret lovers and Eric didn’t mind occasionally sharing with Kali. She lowered her voice. “That actually does sound hot. Maybe we could go back to my apartment and we could rub you off on the pair of black heels I’m wearing.”r />
  She smiled, noting that Amy’s reaction was to draw her thighs together. The reaction made her remember the first time she put nipple clamps on Amy’s ample bosom and how she’d tied Amy up on Eric’s dungeon exam table then fucked her with the strap-on. She wondered how hot Amy was at that moment and then regretted sitting on the other side of the table. Had she been next to Amy she would have slipped a few fingers up her dress and through her slit to see how wet she was.

  There was a span of seductive silence between them. Finally she grabbed her wallet and purse along with the check and got up. “Let’s go.”

  Amy followed looking somewhat school-girlish with the pigtails, short shorts and the pink tank top she wore. Kali felt the damp between her own legs increase in her anticipation and when she walked the folds of intimate flesh between her thighs slid together. They were fifteen minutes from her apartment. Leaving the diner quickly, they got into Amy’s car. She leaned over to the driver’s seat and kissed Amy full on the mouth while dragging her fingers lightly over Amy’s inner thigh. She continued upward, allowing her fingers to glide over the jean fabric covering the tender nub she so badly wanted to suck and rub.

  Amy whimpered and pushed her hips forward a little. “Mistress Kali, can we please go back to your apartment?”

  Kali continued rubbing her through her shorts. “Can Mistress Kali use a crop on your wet labia?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Mm. Good.” She pulled back, straightened herself in the passenger seat and put on her seatbelt, noting with a hint of amusement that a man in an adjacent SUV had been watching them and could see right down into the car. He knew exactly where Kali’s hand was. For his benefit she undid her seatbelt, leaned over again, lifted Amy’s shirt baring her right breast and suckled the nipple, pausing to look at the man in the SUV as she flicked Amy’s now hard nipple with the tip of her tongue. “Maybe we should wait and give our little friend a show.”

  For the first time, Amy noticed they were being watched and instinctively moved to cover herself, but Kali caught her hand and pushed it away.

  “Let him watch,” she said, lifting Amy’s shirt higher, exposing her left breast, too. She ran her hands over Amy’s ample chest. “Now take off your shorts and be sure to toss your panties on the dash.”

  Fear masked Amy’s face. “What if someone calls the police?”

  Kali looked over at the man watching them. From the look on his face she could tell he wasn’t going anywhere. As a matter-of-fact, she was pretty sure he was probably rubbing himself and would be jerking off before long. “He’s not calling anyone. He likes it.”

  With a visible shudder, Amy undid the top button of her shorts, and then unzipped them, slowly wriggling her hips until her shorts and panties were around her thighs.

  “Move the seat back all the way,” Kali instructed.

  Amy followed orders without flaw, and then went back to slipping out of the short shorts. Her pussy, clean shaved, glistened with her arousal. She tossed the black thong panties onto the dash.

  Kali lifted Amy’s right leg over the console, exposing her pussy to the man in the SUV. The look on the man’s face, how intently he leaned over his dash looking between Amy’s legs, told Kali he probably had his cock in his hand. She ran her fingers through Amy’s slit, dragging the wetness from her hole up and over her clit, teasing it. She blew on it and rubbed it a little, treating it like a small penis, she even tugged on it from the base just a little causing Amy to whimper and push forward some more.

  Carefully, Kali moved her head between Amy’s thighs and the steering wheel and began sucking on her. Her eyes traveled up to Amy whose aroused expression left her eyes half open, watching the man in the SUV. Kali let her fingers do some of the work now. “I bet he’s imagining stuffing his prick into your wet hole right now, she whispered into Amy’s ear. Then she planted a soft kiss on her neck.

  She positioned three fingers and slid them inside Amy, causing Amy to toss her head back with a moan. “Maybe I should let him fuck your tight ass. I have some condoms and lube in my bag. Would you like a strange parking lot man to fuck your ass?”

  She was surprised when she heard, “No ma’am. Not without Sir’s permission, ma’am.”

  “That’s too bad. Eric probably wouldn’t want to share anyway,” she whispered, slipping the high heeled shoes off of her feet. She pulled the small bottle of lube out of her bag and rubbed some on the heel and toe of the shoe, sliding the toe between Amy’s labia and around her clit. Then she spread Amy’s legs wide and, as gently as she could muster, slid an inch of the high heel into Amy’s pussy; slowly fucking her with the heel of the shoe while furiously rubbing Amy’s clit, causing her to moan and whimper. When she was certain that Amy came, denoted by the length of her moan and the furious grinding against Kali’s skilled fingers she pulled the heel of the shoe out of Amy’s pussy and lifted it to her mouth.

  “Now watch him and suck your come off the heel of my shoe,” Kali ordered, very aware of how wet she was. She quickly decided she would have Amy please her when they got to her apartment.

  Amy did as she was told and took the heel into her mouth, sucking it with the same vigor with which Kali had seen her suck Eric’s cock. The man in the SUV closed his eyes in a moment of paralysis and his body stiffened.

  “Well I think our friend had a happy ending,” Kali said in triumph. She left Amy’s panties on the dash and handed her back her shorts. “We should go. There is still much to be done for you to please your mistress.”

  Amy slipped back into her shorts, moved the seat back up, put on her seatbelt, and turned the keys in the ignition. Both women smiled at the man in the SUV one last time before Amy pulled out of the parking lot and drove toward Kali’s. All the while Kali got more and more excited thinking of all the kinky things she was going to do to Amy when they got there.

  Within minutes they arrived at Kali’s second floor apartment.

  Still turned on by Amy’s sensual performance in the car, Kali wasted no time getting up to her apartment and leading Amy to the bedroom. After setting her shopping bags in the closet, she quickly slid out of her heels and the short black dress she wore. Amy followed, dropping her purse on the chair next to the window.

  “Get undressed, love,” Kali ordered, pulling the small crop she used exclusively for pussy spankings from the nightstand drawer along with a remote controlled vibrating harness that fit snuggly over the wearer’s clit. The harness could also secure a vibrating butt plug and dildo in place. She wanted to tease Amy’s clit and fill both her holes while Amy went down on her. Kali couldn’t help but get exciting watching Amy undress. She pulled out a bottle of lube along with the medium butt plug and a solid dildo.

  Amy stood before her, naked and waiting. She said nothing being the obedient little sub she was.

  “Bend over the bed, shoulders to the mattress,” she said.

  Without word, Amy did as she was told.

  Kali smacked her inner thighs. “Legs apart.”

  Amy stepped her legs apart, giving Kali better access.

  She squirted some lube on her fingers and worked her fingers through Amy’s slit then into her ass crack. Gently she used two lubed fingers to probe Amy’s tight asshole. Amy whimpered slightly as Kali worked both fingers in.

  When she was satisfied that Amy was turned on, she lubed the butt plug and slowly worked it in. For as much anal as Eric was likely giving her, Amy still seemed terribly tight, until finally, she seemed to relax, taking the entire plug to the flared flange. Kali smacked her ass. “Good girl.”

  Then Kali took the dildo and gave it a little bit of lube, too, just to make the process of getting it in faster. Pushing it into the precipice of Amy’s wet hole, it slid in with no resistance all the way to the hilt and Amy moaned and pushed back on it.

  “Now stand, spread your legs, and put your hands behind your back,” Kali ordered.

  Amy stood with her hands behind her back and turned toward Kali. She parte
d her legs again as Kali fitted the vibrating egg, sheathed in a latex sleeve with massaging nubs, right over Amy’s clit and strapped the harness around her waist and thighs. Once she was sure it was secure, she flicked on the remote. The egg came alive and vibrated against Amy’s clit, causing the massaging nubs to begin working the tender, swollen flesh.

  Amy cried out in surprise.

  “Does that feel good,” Kali asked, knowing damn well it did. Brad had used a similar harness on her several times, even once when they went out to dinner.

  Amy nodded. “Yes Mistress.”

  With a satisfied grin, Kali got onto the bed, leaned against the headboard and spread her legs. “Come here and please me.”

  With a brief maneuver to get onto the bed without using her hands, Amy climbed onto the mattress and positioned herself between Kali’s legs. She kept her arms behind her back and leaned forward, burying her head between Kali’s legs and sucking on Kali’s swollen clit. Kali shoved her hips forward and held Amy’s head in place while rocking against her.

  “Stick your tongue in my pussy,” she said, breathless.

  Amy’s tongue slipped down and straight into Kali’s wet hole and then she slid it back up to Kali’s clit and circled it. Kali cried out and so Amy did it again, and again. Finally, Kali held Amy to her clit and rocked against her hard tongue until finally, Kali came against Amy’s mouth.

  She gently pulled Amy’s head away from her crotch, leaned down and kissed her full on the lips, tasting her own sweet and musky juices on Amy’s lips and tongue. The gentle purring of the vibrating egg between Amy’s legs reminded Kali that Amy’s pussy needed a spanking. “Now you lay on your back with your legs spread wide for me. Keep your hands above your head.”

  Amy repositioned herself, baring her filled ass and pussy and the vibrating egg that massaged her clit. Kali grabbed the crop and gently dragged it along Amy’s inner thighs, then around the harness and across the soft flesh of Amy’s labia. Then, with short, quick, smacks, she spanked the exposed parts of Amy’s pussy and pressed down on the vibrating egg with one finger. Amy immediately began moaning and pushing her hips forward.