The Sub Who Switched [Doms and Acquaintances 3] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Jennifer Denys

  “Is that it? What sort of punishment do you call that?” She knew she was deliberately goading him.

  Moving closer, he laid a hand on her back as if to calm her. It was a deceptively gentle, caressing hand. “Oh, my love. That was just the warm-up.” He then ran his hand over her buttocks to check for warmth. “Indeed it seems to be working.” This was such a change in attitude from the glimpse she had had of his face that Ellie wondered if Ben was nearby directing Nick, although she couldn’t see him.

  Her following “humph” turned into an intake of breath when he proceeded to strip her panties down her thighs as far as they could go. When he stepped back again, she wondered if it would be more of the same, but possibly harder given her comments. She hoped it would because, as fun as his first lot of spanks had been, she was getting bored now.

  He appeared to have gained an implement somehow, because the next hit to her now-naked butt was from that of a paddle. At least it felt just like one, not that she had actually tried one out before, but the spread of the hit felt like it came from wood, which was indicative of this instrument. And she then became aware of something else. The pain bloomed like a stone rippling in a pond, and she had to bite her lips to hold back the “oof” that threatened to leave her mouth.

  She didn’t have time to consider this further when he hit her again. Each time, he stopped very briefly to fondle her butt where he had hit her before continuing with phrases like “that attitude will have to go,” “you will do exactly what I tell you,” and “you need taking in hand.”

  Finally she couldn’t stop the loud cry of “ow” that left her lips, and the hits ceased. That was when she became aware of how arousing she was finding it as she could feel her cream trickling down the inside of her leg. On the other hand, it really was starting to hurt now, and knowing he was a total novice, she had started to become concerned that he wouldn’t know when to stop, so breathed a sigh of relief when he did.

  “Had enough, Ellie? Ready to apologize?”

  Was she? Well, she certainly didn’t want any more hits that evening. What he had done had been fun, even if he had got her traitorous friends to side with him. “Yes, Nick. I’m sorry for baiting you.” But just because she said that, it didn’t mean she was ready to accept him as her Dom. Her lover…maybe?

  Chapter Five

  Ellie nudged her knee against Nick’s under the table and pressed firmly.

  “Is your dinner all right?” he asked.

  She blinked. That wasn’t quite the reaction she had been expecting. It was a few days after the unexpected, but fun, episode in the club, and when Nick had asked her out to dinner, she thought it was going to be something unusual to follow up what had happened that night with the spanking and all. Not that anything had taken place after that, he had just taken her back to the others at the table.

  But a nice, ordinary restaurant wasn’t what she had expected for this evening. Well, okay, he had said he wanted to take her out on a regular date, but she hadn’t really anticipated normality.

  Ah, she had thought. Maybe he was going to play handsies under the table and touch her intimately without anyone else seeing or guessing what was going on. She knew Sam had done that to Jessie once before and had been jealous ever since she had heard. Consequently, throughout the meal, Ellie had been looking forward to something like that but, like any well-brought-up young man, Nick had simply kept his hands above the table and continued their conversation about their mutual love of art. That was all well and good, and while it was a fun conversation, she didn’t want vanilla, hence the knee nudging, which clearly hadn’t worked if his question was anything to go by.

  Okay, next plan, and she slipped off one of her shoes and worked her foot to the inside of his leg, rubbing up his calf. She felt him look at her, startled, and smiled coyly back, working her foot up higher. Nick responded by pulling his legs back, but there wasn’t much room under the table, so she was still able to stroke him, although it wasn’t that easy as her knee touched the underside of the table.

  Nick grabbed her hand on the table and started rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. His voice was a little high-pitched. “You know Geoff Millard? I’ve started doing a photography job for him.” Ellie grinned at his attempts to divert her attention, enjoying the battle for control between them.

  Leaning back against her chair, she shifted her bottom forward to give her some leverage to work her foot between his knees. He clamped his legs together to stop her, but she had gained ground and rubbed her foot along his thigh. She had to admit he did seem to have rather nice, muscular legs and recalled that he played squash or something similar.

  Ellie could tell he was clearly affected when his saucer rattled and he nearly dropped his cup onto it. She grinned broadly. Just as she was about to place her foot on his crotch, he pushed his chair back and called the waiter over for the bill, even though they hadn’t finished their coffees yet.

  Great! She beamed. That must mean he wanted to take her home and make mad, passionate love to her. About time, too. She was starting to get quite aroused and lowered her leg so she could put her shoe back on.

  Leaving the restaurant, they got into a cab and she immediately snuggled up to him, lifting her face for a kiss.

  Nick smiled and dropped a peck on her nose.

  Her nose! What sort of lame kiss was that? She had hoped for a nice long snog with tongues. At least he put an arm around her, but, other than clasping her shoulder, his hand made no attempt to caress her in any way. It felt more like he was holding her still. This was confirmed when she deliberately plastered her body even further against his, lifting a knee to nudge his and his grip tightened in response.

  “Ellie!”

  Hm. He had said that quite forcefully, although somewhat muted, she noted. She looked toward the cab driver and sighed, removing her leg, guessing Nick was put off by the presence of someone else, although that was strange, considering what he had done in the club the other night.

  Getting somewhat annoyed, she started to toy with the buttons on his shirt, managing to get some open and pushed her hand inside to his chest while diverting his attention by kissing his shoulder.

  Before she could stroke his bare skin, he stopped her by placing his hand firmly over hers, very firmly, and turning his head to whisper, “Stop it”.

  Excellent! Now she was getting some dominance.

  Moments passed, and his hand stayed over hers, exactly where he had placed it. He made no attempt to make her withdraw or, even better, turn to her and do something similar with her dress. She groaned inwardly and resisted the urge to thrust her hips toward him suggestively. He must know her mood, surely. Nick was usually very quick on the uptake, even if he didn’t always do something about it. Well, not before the events in the club. That gave her food for thought. Christ, Ben must have told him not to let me get my own way. Never mind, they were nearly at her place.

  After the cab pulled up at her block shortly after, Nick walked her up to her apartment. The fact that he had paid the cab driver rather than asking him to wait was a good sign. Ellie opened her door and clasped his hand eagerly to lead him into her home but was jerked to a stop by the simple expedient of him not moving. She looked around at him in surprise to see what the problem was. His face didn’t show any particular expression at all. Instead he pulled her back toward him and, pushing her against the wall, he leaned in to kiss her.

  The first thing that went through her head was that it was a good thing she had flat shoes on or he would have had to lean up to kiss her. As it was, they were pretty much of a level. But that thought went out of her head as she relished his firm body against hers as he pushed his tongue between her lips and, slanting his head, thrust into her mouth, demanding entrance.

  This is more like it. This is going to be an excellent night. Finally!

  Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she pulled his body more tightly against hers, and he pressed harder, the wall cold against her back
. One hand held her head as he kissed her, the other gripping her hip. Sucking her tongue for a moment before pulling back to dip into her mouth again, his hand on her hip moved around to clasp her butt. Meanwhile, supported between the wall and Nick’s body, Ellie lifted a leg to press between his thighs, her knee nudging his cock which she could tell was hardening. Her hands held his shoulders tightly as his breathing got faster, echoing hers.

  When his hands ran up her arms, stopping just below her shoulders, her heart beat quicker, thinking he was going to fondle her breasts. Instead he took hold of her upper arms firmly and wrenched himself away. It wasn’t that easy, as she had a tight grip on him. He was looking glazed and slightly disconcerted. She saw his hand tremble as he reached up to run it through his disheveled hair.

  She smiled at him, thinking he was now going to take her into her apartment, feeling her cream trickle into her panties in anticipation, and moved away from the wall toward him.

  Nick stepped back, much to her surprise. “Sorry, Ellie. I should have said something before, but I have to get up at 4:00 a.m., because I have an appointment out of town. The job I was telling you about for Geoff. I’ve had a great time. I’ll call you when I get back.”

  Standing there dumfounded, she watched him walk quickly away. What was that about? Had she scared him off? Surely not. Not after the club and all his protestations of wanting her? It could be that he really did have to have an early night, but why had he asked her out tonight if that was the case? She groaned, unable to remember when she had last been so frustrated. Damn him! Damn all men!

  Storming into her apartment, she flung her bag in disgust onto the easy chair. It bounded off something that was already on the chair and fell onto the floor. Ellie swore violently and walked over to pick up her bag and then noticed what was on the chair. It was a package that had arrived earlier that she hadn’t had a chance to open yet. In fact she had hoped that her night with Nick would mean it wasn’t necessary any more.

  “Yessss! Just what I need,” she yelled and tore it open frenziedly, the packaging carelessly making a mess all over the floor.

  It was a blow-up male sex doll which she had had to buy over the Internet as they didn’t sell it in her favorite sex toy shop. Pulling it out of the packaging, she rolled it out on the floor to its full length so she could study it. Sitting back on her heels she eyed it. Yup. It was a representation of the male sex all right. A short one she had to admit, but the important part, the penis, appeared to be normal sized. It just needed to be blown up.

  Clapping her hands in glee, she decided to prepare herself first and, taking the doll into her bedroom, she laid it on the bed. Pulling off all her clothes, she threw them in an untidy heap on the floor and rummaged in her sex-toy drawer. After some hunting, she withdrew some nipple clamps with butterflies hanging off them.

  “These will do nicely.” She winced as she donned them, taking some deep breaths to ride out the initial pain, but felt quite sexy when she viewed herself in her dressing table mirror, jiggling them from side to side.

  “Right. Time for some action!” She then started to blow the doll up.

  And blew and blew. By the time it was finally fully inflated, about half an hour later, she was very hot and bothered and very out of breath. Needing to get a long drink of water, she rose to her feet from where she had been kneeling on the floor against the bed, groaning at the pain in her knees.

  “God, my body is going to pieces already, and I’ve barely passed thirty.”

  Working the kinks out of her body as she went into her kitchen, she decided some wine would be better than water and poured herself a glass, taking it back into the bedroom with her.

  Standing by her bed, sipping her drink, she eyed the doll with some satisfaction. It wasn’t the most attractive male substitute. She grimaced. All right, it was hilariously ugly, looking like someone had simply drawn a face, hair, and moustache on it with a thick black marker pen, but at least the penis was upright. She squeezed that part of it appreciatively.

  Putting the drink down, she ran her hands over her body, toying with the clamps, pulling on the butterflies to get her arousal going again before moving one hand down to rub her clit while the other hand squeezed a breast. Typically for her, her lack of patience meant she couldn’t wait any longer, and climbing onto the bed, she straddled the doll. Easing herself into position, she reached a hand between her legs and tried to push the cock substitute inside her, then frowned and shifted to try again.

  Each time she tried, the penis squashed to the side. Stopping for a moment, she eased two fingers inside herself to try to widen her entrance but found she still couldn’t get it in. She growled and ineffectively hit the chest of the doll in her anger.

  It wasn’t rigid enough to enter her pussy! This was very irritating. Lifting herself off it, she examined it, squeezing it to see if it could go any harder if she blew into it more. Chuckling at her own joke, she was aware that the cock part was as hard as it was going to get, but clearly it wasn’t meant for the purpose she had in mind, and she groaned in utter frustration. Damn the doll. And damn Nick again!

  Flinging the figurine onto the floor in annoyance, she went back to her special drawer and retrieved a trusty and well-used vibrator.

  Thank God for the vibrator. She smiled. Whoever had invented it should be given an Oscar, a Nobel Prize—one for peace at the very least, if not one for physics and chemistry combined—and add to that a sainthood.

  She got back on the bed and, spreading her legs, inserted it into her pussy and turned it on.

  Nothing.

  “Whaaaaat! Damn and blast.” Sitting up, she pulled it out and pressed the “on” switch again. Still nothing. Unscrewing the end cap, she dropped the batteries out into the palm of her hand and then reinserted them, hoping it was just a loose connection.

  And still nothing.

  Clearly the batteries were dead, and she knew full well she didn’t have any more, so she threw it onto the bed. Her action was so fierce it bounced off, landing on her dressing table, knocking one of her nude photos she had framed onto the floor where it hit something she hadn’t put away, and she heard a tinkling of glass. Hurling herself onto her back, she reached up and pulled at her hair in frustration. “Shit, shit, shit. Shit on the doll, shit on the vibrator, and shit on Nick!”

  Chapter Six

  Nick stood looking at a shop. It had a huge pink sign with the word Shush. He knew from checking out their website that this was a revolutionary sex shop for women only, with a high standard of products. Women of all orientations and ages were welcome, and their oldest customer to date had been eighty-eight. Men could only enter if they were accompanied by a woman, which was why Rebecca was with him.

  She had persuaded him that, by visiting this shop, which happened to be a favorite of hers, it would help him gain some ideas for the sort of things that Ellie might like.

  That astonished him. He hadn’t really considered her as the sort of person who would buy sex toys. In fact, Rebecca seemed to have become his ally lately, dropping all sorts of information about Ellie into their conversations, such as what things she liked or didn’t like. This was usually in relation to sensual or sexual experiences rather than her choice of music, and there didn’t seem to be a lot of dislikes apparently, but bizarrely she didn’t like foot massages, which surprised him. Don’t all women love a foot massage?

  Rebecca had asked him to visit this shop with her the other day, and it had taken him a few days to work up courage. She seemed to be getting frustrated as to why he hadn’t asked Ellie out again. There were two reasons actually. One was that he was plucking up courage, as the meal out had been something of a train wreck. It didn’t help that he had been tired and had had to get up early the next day. The kiss on the doorstep had been great, but he wondered if she had wanted more. Okay, she probably did want more, but he had chickened out, knowing she wanted someone experienced and that was something he clearly wasn’t. At least in the club Ben h
ad been there, coaching him silently from the sidelines.

  Secondly, and more importantly, he didn’t really know where to go from here if she didn’t want dates to restaurants, and he didn’t really want to repeat the scene in the club. So Rebecca had taken matters into her own hands and suggested they visit this shop. Well, she had practically demanded it, actually, and he was finding it daunting. He had never visited a men’s sex shop let alone a women’s one!

  “Come on,” she declared, laughing as she pulled on his arm. “If you stand out here all day, you’ll get arrested for loitering with intent.”

  Giving Rebecca a look of exasperation, he followed her into the shop and was instantly stunned by how friendly it seemed. The pink T-shirt wearing staff were talking or laughing with several members of the public as they discussed the objects on display, which he had to admit were presented beautifully and artfully. If he didn’t know better, he’d have thought the items were toiletries, at least until he got closer to one table and saw the long, thin, upright objects on the display blocks were not slightly odd-shaped bottles but dildos in various colors. He was going to have to get his eyes tested and swallowed in embarrassment, wondering how he had got conned into coming into this place. Then he swore his whole body went lobster red as several female heads turned in his direction as if to ascertain his intentions.

  Giving them a wobbly smile, he shrugged and stepped back from the damning table. Quickly turning around, he saw Rebecca by the counter where she had gone to chat animatedly to one of the staff when they had arrived. Swiftly sidling up to her and speaking in a low voice he asked, “We’re here now, so whatever you wanted to show me, do it quickly.” However, she wasn’t taking notice of him, but seemed to be searching for something. “Rebecca!” When she glanced up, startled, he began to get suspicious. “What’s going on?”