Switch (A BDSM Romance Novel)

by Astrid Knowles

  He was clearly a possessive man, and Jenna was looking forward to seeing them demonstrate.

  Amelia smiled too, a warm welcoming smile. “If you have anything in mind that requires setting up, let us know beforehand and we can have it set up before the party. For today, you are welcome to use any equipment that may be around. Everyone knows where everything is, and will be happy to tell you. Of course, there are some items that we would prefer others not to touch, but they tend to be kept out of sight. And please, feel free to use anything that you have brought with you.”

  The pair went on to discuss the numerous items that the man, Arthur he was apparently called, kept in his car, while Sarah luxuriated beneath his touch, only joining in the conversation with nods and smiles when prompted. More quests began to arrive, and Amelia called them in without moving, jerking on Dom’s lead when he jokingly tested his range. Jenna was used to their game, and simply watched, lingering by them even as people began to drift downstairs, Arthur and Sarah included.

  She moved to her usual vantage spot, stood at the very back of the room where she could see anyone who arrived and any games that were begun. She liked to watch people enter, to judge who they were and who they might turn out to be.

  And to search for someone to play with, of course.

  As more people came and went, the room appeared to be in a never ending cycle, of people entering the house and people entering the basement, a constant emptying and refilling, and groups of people that appeared to settle. It was getting louder, to the extent that the people arriving now simply knocked and entered if they were regulars. It was too loud to hear what was being spoken by the refreshment area, and Jenna surmised that it was time for her to move on.

  Lithely she made her way through the throngs of people, her bare arms feeling cool as she pushed through the heated room. She felt as if in a maze as she wound her way around the groups, stopping momentarily to speak to any who were friends with her. In a quiet corner a small group stood, of three men and one woman, a woman with long curly blonde hair that she wore loose. It wove its way down her, the strands parting at the curves of her breasts and allowing her tight pink nipples to be seen. She wore a bright red thong with matching high heels, and a silver choker with an equally red ruby at the centre. The choker matched her ring, Jenna knew, although the ring could not be seen by the way that the woman’s gentle, fingers were clasped around her glass, bitten down nails of her thumbs tapping against each of other as her fingers fidgeted. A wide smile lit her as her wandering gaze landed on Jenna, and she moved forwards without a hint of a glance to the man beside her who looked up, amused.

  “Jenna!” She shrieked, the liquid in her glass swooshing dangerously close to overflowing as she flung her arms wide and brought them around her friend in a tight hug. The pair giggled and clung joyously a moment, as if they had not seen each other in far too long.

  “Nicki.” Jenna sighed happily. “How are you?”

  “Wonderful.” She replied, a little more calmly but her hands gave her away, fidgeting as she gulped down the remainder of her juice. Her gaze slid to the slender man beside her. “Rather excited actually.”

  He chuckled darkly. “We shall play in a little while pet.” He inclined his head. “Jenna.”

  “Hello, Mike.”

  He lingered a moment before turning away again to converse with his companions, all of which were turned like plants to sunlight to watch the subs as they clung together gossiping. The women peered around each other, turning their bodies on occasion to look somewhere new. Already, the party was in full swing, and someone had taken the plunge to begin some activity in the informal area; in a circle of soft chairs a woman lay tied to a sofa, her man running his hands through her hair and down her back as if she were a cat. She lived up to it, writhing her body up to reach him in a feline manner as he addressed the people who had begun lounging around them in varying degrees of interest.

  A few people on the outside stayed only a moment before moving away, bound no doubt for the basement below, and their places were quickly refilled. Jenna and Nicki moved closer, their arms linked and brushing against Nicki’s bared skin as they moved. A small group parted way for them as they moved forwards, and the pair remained stood within the circle as they waited for the events to unfold. The woman appeared to be tiring of waiting, her writhing lessened to an occasional sigh and shift against his touches. She swept idly over the circle patiently as she lay in her binds, her arms behind her back and her legs splayed. She pressed kisses against her master when he moved within reach; sometimes he offered her a hand. Other times she pressed the smallest whisper against his clothing as it edged near to her before retreating as swiftly and silently as before. The circle calmed and quieted as attention was focused and the man stood taller, commanding the interest of his audience. He rolled up his sleeves and undid the first few buttons of his crisp white shirt. A riding crop lay in his left hand.

  He swung it back and forth as he kneeled to speak to his eager submissive, appearing to hypnotise her with it. Her eyes followed it, her tongue darting out to wet her red lips as she shifted her hips against the stiff material of her seat in time.

  “Master…” She whimpered, and Jenna felt her throat tighten. She hungrily eyed the delicious black leather as it slid its way down smoothly over the trussed up submissive, rising and falling as it rode its way over the ropes.

  He smacked it against his palm, and Jenna’s thighs clenched.

  It was a sharp, quick sound that shot straight through her like fire. She watched, transfixed, and he repeated the motion. Once more on his hand, and then on his sub.

  She cried out, of course, but at first her sound was more of a gasp, a flaring of life as the switch was turned on inside her and she came alive once more. All of a sudden she was writhing again, bucking her hips into the toy and then grinding down to build the friction. They moved together perfectly, a solid rhythm of ten hits before he stopped, possessing the same ease with which he had started.

  The sub kept moving, as her master ran his hands over her pink flesh. Jenna kept still, her body throbbing and tense, Nicki’s hard nipple pressed tight against her arm. She could feel the girl’s breaths, as harsh and wanting as her own.

  She swayed slightly as she watched the seemingly inevitable conclusion, her absolute want scurrying after the man as he left with the woman lolling pleasantly in his arms.

  “Now I’m really in the mood…” Nicki whimpered, her sweet voice quiet as she scanned the people hastily dispersing around them and made a beeline for her companion. Left alone, Jenna forced her body to relax as she swept her way back to the refreshments table and to Dom, whose leash had been removed. She picked up a bottle of sprite, only sparing a fleeting consideration for the alcohol that lay, mostly untouched, behind it.

  Well, it’s not like you’re going to play.

  Nonetheless, she pushed the urge aside and was wandering towards Dominic when a movement caught her eye; the door opening, and another man entering long after the gathering had begun. He was tall, commandingly so with piercing black eyes that flickered everywhere, seeing everything. Dark hair fell just below his chin in messy strands that flicked at the ends, and with his elegant form he looked that an instrument himself. An item to be used against her.

  She wasn’t certain if it was the pent up lust, or the unspoken command that the man projected, but she gravitated towards him. She watched from a distance as he conversed quickly, and often tersely, with a minority of people to whom he was acquainted, and she watched as he was distantly polite while being introduced to others.

  He moved to go downstairs, and she went to follow, pulling herself short and turning to Dominic.

  “Me ‘n’ Mistress are heading downstairs a while.” He said with a grin. “Wanna come?”

  Without thinking, she nodded, discarding her half empty bottle on a table as they passed it.

  “Hey, you’d better be helping to clean up.”

  She laughe
d. “No, Dom.” She said sarcastically. “I make a habit of leaving rubbish everywhere for other people to sort out.”

  “Sounds like me.” He offered her the paper plate in his hand. “Penis pasta?”

  Amelia caught up to them, reattaching the thick cord to her sub’s collar. “We’re going downstairs now, pet.” She told him.

  “Just waiting to see if Jenna wants to eat some penis.”

  Jenna laughed, and pushed the plate back towards him. “No thanks, Dom.”

  He grinned wolfishly, and Amelia gave him a tug. “Come.”

  She held a hand out to Jenna too, and Jenna took it, allowing herself to be led through the wooden door and onto the stairs that filled with light as they passed. The room was dark, the only light coming from the four bright spotlights that fell in conical shapes from the ceiling. All four were occupied in some way by equipment, the centre of the room being taken up by a St Andrew’s cross to which an average height man was tied. His stubble covered chin was dripping with sweat, and the surrounding people appeared to be on tenterhooks. More than one submissive clung to a Master’s leg as they sat or knelt before them, and the other three areas were mostly vacated. Jenna was distracted, both from the show and from her search.

  The man beside him was sweating too, but his breaths were silent as his chest rose and quivered. Calm rolled off of him in waves as he reigned himself in, but Jenna knew without a doubt that if her gaze travelled down to his leather clad lower half she would see his hard cock straining for release; exactly the same as the man that was tied to the cross. The strap in his hand was held limp, and he gave the tear streaked man only two more strikes, the slap of the leather on flesh, and the chilling shout of the man reverberating through Jenna as her gaze focused on the object of her venture down into the basement. His dark eyes glittered as he watched, entirely relaxed at the sight before him. She could hear the man being led down, and the commands that followed. The sounds were noticed somewhere inside her, her stance changing at the tone of voice. The dominating tone that slickened her matched itself with the wrong face, the face of the man who she had followed. He was clean shaven, and recently at that, as Jenna could see a couple of drops of blood against his chin. His dark t-shirt and jeans were spotlessly clean, but worn, and he wore soft shoes that would be perfect for long amounts of time spend standing, shifting, and in Jenna’s mind spanking.

  He caught her eye, and her breath, and she quickly looked away. When she looked up once more he was gone.

  Chapter Three

  Jenna stayed the night with them, as was her norm, and rose early the next morning in a bed more familiar to her than perhaps it should be. It was not a rare occurrence for people, couples or otherwise, to stay with Amelia and Dominic, however Jenna stayed every week without fault. There were others too, such as Daniel and Craig, who stayed most weeks, but it always brought forth a moment of contemplation when Jenna rose and entered someone else’s kitchen to make coffee without qualms.

  She made both tea and coffee, knowing Amelia and Dominic to be early risers, and Craig, too. Which of course meant that a grumpy Daniel would be dragged into the kitchen at a time far too early for him to be pleasant to talk to. She ate muesli, slowly chewing small mouthfuls of it as she listened to the sounds of the building awakening. She pushed the bowl aside as she began to hear the subtle creek of footsteps along floorboards and the pipes accommodating the surge of people entering bathrooms. The not so subtle bounding of Dom’s heavy footsteps down the stairs.

  “Mornin’.” He sang, slinging himself into the chair beside her and groaning. “Ahhh… my arse hurts.”

  Jenna took a large slug of coffee and swallowed harshly. “Oh, pity you.”

  “Don’t be jealous.” Dom reprimanded lightly, wagging a finger in front of her face as he stole a spoonful of her abandoned muesli. “It is most unbecoming, and were I a more violent person I would whip you black and blue.”

  “I resent that.” A deep voice called. “I am not violent in the slightest.”

  Dom scoffed, and another masculine voice joined in. Both of which were immediately reprimanded by Amelia, who appeared as if from thin air.

  It was as if she could sense mockery a mile off.

  After a quarter-length rant by the obviously exhausted Amelia, the group finished up their drinks and began to clean the kitchen collectively, eventually spreading out to check out the havoc elsewhere and search for anyone who might be around.

  Other than a rather obviously sated pair and a friend of Amelia’s named Clara, there was no one. Having seen everything set into motion Amelia calmed and retreated back to the kitchen where she proceeded to make enough food to feed a small army. “Hungry, anyone?” She called loudly, her voice less reserved than it had been the night before and clearly quite shocking to the half-asleep Clara, who Jenna edged towards.

  “Hey, you alright?” She asked softly, picking up several paper cups and chucking them into the nearest bin liner.

  “Hi.” Clara was short, shorter even than Amelia, and her features and hair were both mousey. Although they had been introduced before, they had spoken little. Her voice was shy, and Jenna had warmed to her quickly. A silence quickly ensued however, and not knowing how to breech it Jenna threw herself into cleaning whilst keeping an ear open in case the mouse decided to make a sound.

  Amelia appeared before the atmosphere could stale too far, and plonked three plates of food onto a recently cleared table beside them. She raised her eyebrows at the two as she raised a forkful of scrambled eggs to her lips. “So,” She murmured around her mouthful. “Either of you have an eventful night?”

  Clara laughed softly. “I found a couple to play with; they were quite nice. Rather suited to me, too.”

  “Ah. Arthur and Sarah?”

  “Yeah.” The woman blushed, and Jenna chewed thoughtfully.

  “How do you mean ‘suited to you’?”

  “I’m a switch.” Clara replied. “And I prefer being with a couple to being with someone on my own.” She shrugged. “I like to have a male dominant and a female submissive, so I got on quite well with Arthur and Sarah. I’m hoping that they’ll come here more often.” She added cautiously, and looked up to Amelia, who nodded.

  “They spoke to me before they left last night, and they seem to have reached the same opinion. They told me to let them know if anything is happening, and they said that they’ll give a more prepared exhibition next time.”

  Jenna’s mouth kept on chewing as she considered the threesome that had just been presented for examination. She ate slowly as she thought it through, her brow furrowing as she turned to speak to Clara again.

  “How does that work, in a relationship?” She asked.

  Clara appeared baffled. “The same as any other.”

  “Even though there are three of you?”

  “Of course. The dynamics are exactly the same.”

  “You don’t allow a dominant man to behave in any way other than what you deem acceptable, do you Jenna?” Amelia cut in. “However a person in a vanilla relationship will assume different. In this situation it is exactly the same, only Clara for example would be both submissive and dominant according to their hierarchy. Usually if a switch is going to do this is a long term relationship then she will be either Dominant or submissive in nature, and simply either wields power over or defers to the respective partner.”

  “Oh. Clara, which are you?”

  Clara flashed her teeth as she grinned. “Now that depends on my mood.”

  Jenna giggled and, the atmosphere cleared, the three munched on their mood in a calm quiet that Daniel put an end to by yelling at Craig. An hour and a half, and a pro-veggie rant later, Jenna returned to her flat and entered her room of junk, seating herself among the things that reminded her of home.

  It was then staring out of the oversized window, that she realized that she hadn’t asked about the man; the beautiful, dominating, captivating man that had unwittingly held her attention for the most p
art of the evening. Feeling foolish for wanting to ring Amelia and ask, Jenna pushed him from her mind with a determination that could break the Great Wall of China.

  It was a shame that it didn’t last.

  Instead of phoning her friend and getting the answers that she sought, she allowed her musings to shift in occasionally, chipping away at the armour that held her together as she sorted through items that did not need sorting and ironed creaseless clothes. He teetered on the brink of her mind in a way that builds anticipation, as if she were to allow herself a forbidden pleasure to think of his lean body, clothed as she had seen it.

  In a completely non provocative position, exactly as she had seen it.

  It drove her into a frenzy, stalking her flat as if she were searching for something. The cats circled her at regular intervals as she paced in the pursuit of nothing, mewing at her with their tails in the air when she went to pet them in her worked up state.

  She must have seemed mental, she knew.

  She was back in the room before she knew it, and he was back in the forefront of things. He still had the wrong voice attached to him in her lascivious musings; Craig’s voice but different. Craig’s deep, controlling voice that brought any sub, male or female, running to kneel at his feet. Jenna had been entirely unable to resist him from the start. She sighed and flexed her tense back. She was only pleased that she had wised up when she did.

  Jenna gave her Little Mermaid shower curtain a loving pat as she passed it and left the bright room of light. She calmed a little at the familiar sound of the tub filling, folding towels as she waited for the bubbles to rise.

  She watched herself in the mirror as it steamed, her cheeks rosy and her eyes wide. The heat rose upwards, engulfing the room in a wispy weightless blanket.