Switch (A BDSM Romance Novel)

by Astrid Knowles

  It astounded her, the sudden slam of information into her, and the realisation of how blind she had been of recent to the lives of others around her. She realised that she had no clue as to how such an attachment had developed. She hadn’t even asked how it had been going.

  She was even more drawn in now, her fresh moroseness finding light in the obvious joy that the three were deriving from each other. Arthur was soppy as he watched Clara watch Sarah, and the openness of their demonstration drew in everyone who watched.

  Without warning, Clara lunged forwards, a hair’s breath away from her still companion who shied away somewhat despite her lack of sight. She was on edge, could feel Clara’s presence near her. A small shudder escaped her as Clara leaned forwards, her lips brushing against an elven ear as she spoke words too quiet for the others to hear. Jenna waited for the action to begin.

  Clara raised her hands, one hand startling the room as it loudly slapped against the swinging pale flesh of Sarah’s breasts, the other flying to her hair and tearing viciously at the dark, silky tresses. She tugged her head back, baring the long, slender white throat, and the meticulously kept collar that adorned it. So far tipped back, Sarah’s jaw was clenched, her teeth tightly pressed together and her every swallow was evident to the room as the uncomfortable position caused saliva to pool in her mouth. Her eyes were still shut and her long eyelashes were dark against her prominent cheekbones. Clara sneered, tugging roughly once more as she fluidly slid around to stand behind her object once more. Moving often as she did, the entire ring of observers could witness the action, and Jenna felt herself becoming more and more tense as Clara teased. She swung down low into a crouch before straightening again, an action that pushed her toned arse outwards in a move befitting to a lap dancer rather than a quiet, coy submissive. There was a fire in her eyes, and when Arthur swept towards her, they glittered beautifully as he worked the tail inside of her and pulled her back against him by use of an insistent hand cupping her covered mound.

  With the large cut-out section, he could feel her cunt, and Jenna felt herself twitch in response to his movements. Where Clara appeared fierce, Arthur now bordered on downright cruel. He brought his hand down on her bottom, the curve wobbling in response to his attentions. Her hands circled Sarah’s throat, one resting just above her collar while the other caressed her jaw. Arthur continued, and Clara’s grip tightened.

  When he stopped after the tenth strike, Clara let out a shudder and a gasp that belied the routine of their play, her stance relaxing and her hands massaging Sarah’s neck apologetically. She reached for the mane once more, tugging Sarah into a deep, probing kiss while Arthur slid one thick finger into her cunt. Clara rocked backwards in a slow rhythm, and Jenna soon found a kind of monotony in the performance, a slight lull as the threesome pleasured and reassured each other, coaxing themselves into a relaxed, calm state before the real performance began.

  Jenna used that time to glance around, her greedy eyes taking in all of the more private scenes that were occurring around her. While their attention was focused on the main exhibition, the less bold characters felt free to release their passion, free of anything other than the odd sideways glance of their companions. Nicki was positively lolling on top of Mike, rolling on her back like a pet wanting a stroke. A stroke she was getting too, Mike’s fingers pumping in and out of her as he shifted below, rocking his hips against her arse for friction. Both were panting, Nicki’s eyes trained steadily on the performance while Mike had eyes only for her, his lips moving as he told naughty tales to her that had her squirming against him for more. She fucked his fingers, needily clutching them inside her, and Jenna’s eyes narrowed, heavy lidded with arousal. She wanted nothing more than release, than another’s body holding her own while he stroked, licked or fucked her into oblivion. She wanted Henry, and the memories of him blending with the lust-filled room sent her reeling, physically restraining herself from forcing her hips up into the air.

  Without warning the trio stopped, Clara turning to kiss Arthur sweetly before standing in front of the still sub once more. While she moved, Arthur did too, relishing the taste of Sarah’s lips and petting her reassuringly as he waited for Clara to situate herself. He lingered a little longer before moving back, his hands remaining possessively on his pet. Clara bent over at the waist, her knees completely straight so that she was level, once the girl had leant forwards, with Sarah’s face. Sarah nuzzled her obediently, pressing small kisses, nudges with her lips, really, against the other woman’s flesh, seemingly relishing in the moment. She inhaled deeply before her tongue snaked out, lapping sweetly and gently probing. Her hands behind her back, she had not choice of fingering the wetness, instead focusing all of her attention into her tongue, exploring thoroughly with the pliant muscle. She licked into Clara’s cunt, drawing out her juices before trailing them up to her arse, using them to lubricate her tight ring. Her tongue brushed against the plastic base of the tail, as could only be expected, and Sarah wrinkled her nose slightly as it tickled her, brushing against it to feel the attractive toy against her pretty face.

  With her hands on her legs, Clara was still, and Arthur, the Dominant, remained the only one with full movement. He drew a length of rope from an open pouch on the belt that held several tools to his waist, the length of restraint appearing from the small belt as if a handkerchief in a magic trick. It was a vibrant red, a colour that immediately drew Jenna’s gaze away from the tongue-fucking that was taking place, instead watching with fascination as she anticipated the obvious bondage that was about to take place.

  Oh, it had definitely been too long since she had been bound. She wanted the burn on the ropes chafing against her as she deliberately fought them. She loved the feel of it, and the sight of her body afterwards if the binding had been enough to mark her; to force her to belong to the pleasure and to the man.

  Oohhh, it was nice.

  He began by placing the rope beneath Sarah’s bared chest, rubbing it against her as if sawing her. She mewled against Clara’s arse, and her licks became more fervent as he tied her, her arms behind her back in the reverse prayer while her breasts were carefully constricted, the mounds made to protrude further outwards, lifted as if she were offering them; the hands behind her back making it an impossibility for her to cup them and lift them beseechingly towards her Master.

  Jenna’s untouched nipples were aching.

  Unbelievably stiff, Jenna almost groaned as Arthur rolled Sarah’s peaks , beginning slow and soft before he worked them harder, tugging to elongate them. He clamped them, and the room let out a simultaneous grunt at Sarah’s keening wail. Clara turned then, gently slapping the confined beauty. Her lips parted and her eyes rolled back, experiencing the intense sensation on the pain in her breasts with the soft kisses that Arthur placed on her shoulder and the tantalising sneer that now seemed entirely at home on Clara’s small mouth. When she bit Sarah’s ear, she whimpered once more.

  Arthur and Clara left her, turning to each other to hold and kiss, their hands grabbing wantonly at the other’s body, clinging closely. They pulled away, and Arthur gave his instructions, Clara’s eyes on the floor and her hands clasped together behind her back. In that same stance, she and Arthur moved back towards Sarah, who lifted her eyes until they were level with Arthur’s collarbone, enabling her to see his cues while avoiding his eyes. He lifted her to the floor to seat her on a couple of the cushions, moved by Clara, and then leant her back, manoeuvring her delicately into a laid down position with her hips raised. Then he nodded to the other woman, who kneeled before her, her bottom raised in her position, her hands back behind her. Finally, Arthur knelt too.

  He stroked Clara’s backside encouragingly, stretching himself out over her to whisper something into her ear before pushing her head down to make love to Sarah with her mouth. She did so diligently, repaying all of Sarah’s previous attentions with gratitude and grace.

  Her movements far more obvious under the rope, Sarah’s chest rose and fell
rapidly, every gasp obvious to the room full of people, friends and strangers, who were aroused beyond belief at the display before them. Arthur removed the tail from Clara with care, the action almost appearing unnoticed by the switch who was currently feeding on the plentiful juices of her lover.

  It was making her even wetter too, that much was obvious. So wet in fact, that Arthur drew thick streams of it from her, using the cohesive liquid to lubricate both his cock and her hole. He took his time, masturbating himself with her juices before pushing himself inside of her.

  He slid in easily, and with the size of the plug that had held the tail, it was easy to see why. She accepted him willingly, jerking her hips back against him in a bratty demand, drawing a sharp thrust from him in response to the dirty look that she sent over her shoulder while gasping for breath. Her wetness was soaking her costume now, and not only that but dripping onto the large throw that Amelia had set out to aid in the cleaning of the place afterwards. It pooled there, giving Jenna an impulse to crawl over a lick it up, or better yet to see Clara do it.

  To make a pet lick up their own slickness; what Dominant wouldn’t want that?

  Before long he was pounding her, eliciting loud shrieks and moans as she pulsed uncontrollably, a heavy flow of her pleasure coating the throw and soaking through. Her eyes were closed and her face contorted, her body shaking as her head lay buried, motionless, between Sarah’s thighs. As she recovered, Arthur stilled, moving only a small amount at a slow, lulling pace as he spoke to his subs, both of which expressed their adoration through their eyes as they listened to him. He allowed Clara to move her hands, and she lifted them to Sarah’s breasts, easily removing the clamps from her swollen nipples. She gasped, her bound body bucking and her body finally releasing at the intense sensation of the blood returning. She screamed at it, her sound increasing as Clara lowered herself once more to lap up the liquid before it could fall to the cushions. She was neat, collecting the nectar on her tongue, and when she raised her face again it was still clean.

  Arthur tugged on her hair to secure her attention, and soon after, he came too.

  The trio retired to another room, their exhaustion evident as they clung to each other, Arthur and Clara half-lifting Sarah as they exited, the room’s inhabitants in frank envy as their eyes followed. The lights returned, as did the polite conversation, complete with small giggles of embarrassment and a large amount of polite ignorance feigned in the case of ignoring rumpled clothing, harsh breathing and some rather obvious climaxes.

  True to the scene, Jenna hadn’t even noticed anyone else’s orgasm. Now that the lights were on, Nicki and Mike were looking rather damp, and rather satisfied too.

  Her own longing unfulfilled, Jenna turned back to Dom for the sake of a decent conversation, only to find him searching out his Mistress. She was conversing with a man whom Jenna didn’t know; an average height, traditionally handsome man in casual but undeniably expensive clothing. A riding crop and pair of handcuffs attached to his clothing were the only sign that he had put any effort into his appearance for the evening, and his mouth bore a pleasant smile that was certainly a little easy on the eye.

  Not that Jenna cared. The reason for her acknowledgement of these facts were that the conspiring pair kept glancing towards her, Amelia’s beedy eyes glinting with a plan as they pressed their heads together and spoke in low voices.

  Jenna was on the verge of a temper tantrum when they finally came over, the crop swinging slightly due to its loose grip. Her eyes followed it even as she pouted, her lower lip jutting out and her eyes narrowed.

  “Jenna,” Amelia gestured between the two, a rehearsed smile on her glossed lips. “This is Andrew.”

  Oh why couldn’t she be downstairs?

  She ducked her head as gracefully as her stiff stance could manage, feeling like a robotic swan as she stared viciously at the floor. “Pleased to meet you.”

  He merely looked amused as she rose again, one wry eyebrow lifted while the corners of his mouth approached a smile that was hollow, his eyes cold. “You too, darlin’.”

  “I’ll leave you two to get to know each other.”

  Jenna stared after Amelia as she left, her small body swaying as she left to speak to some other guests, still facing Jenna and her new ‘friend’. Andrew filled her vision, moving his body to incite her attention, commanding her line of sight with every shift of her eyes away from him.

  “So, how do you know Amelia?” She asked coldly.

  “We’re long-time friends.”

  “Yes, Amelia has a lot of them. How did you meet?” Jenna forced a smile to her lips as she internally winced at the sound of her own words.

  Another cold, empty smile. “Through another friend.” He replied, his voice suggesting that he found humour in the very situation that Jenna was finding herself more and more desperate to escape from. Amelia was watching, as were several others, mainly the regulars who wanted to see how this would play out. She couldn’t see behind herself, and refused to glance sideways, refused to look like prey desperately trying to escape the predator. As such, she couldn’t find solace in the wider scope of the room.

  She felt that the watchers were everywhere.

  Their eyes beadily watching for her to make a scene and embarrass herself more than Amelia had already done for her, by means of bringing this supposedly Dominant man into her vision. That sinking feeling grew, and the anger bubbled away inside of her, trapped with no outlet.

  “Well, as it seems to be a tradition for you, how about I introduce you to one of my own?”

  “No,” Andrew refused, his head shaking a little as he hardened further, drawing himself up to full height as he stared through her. “I’m happy with my current companion.”

  Jenna leant away from him as he moved closer, tipping her head back as far as appropriate as she held herself in place, her eyes on his. She forced herself to keep her voice pleasant, even as she used the same intonations as he had.

  “I’m sure that I know someone who might make you happier.”

  “I doubt it, love.” Andrew ran his gaze over her body, lingering on the bared cleavage and thighs greedily. Jenna rose her voice, crossing one leg in front of the other and wrapping her arms around her torso.

  “Why’s that?” She asked, her voice louder and bordering on hysterical. In the loud, busy room she barely drew a glance.

  “Amelia’s told me a lot about you.” He replied, infusing an almost plausible friendliness into his tone. His whole being demanded her attention, regardless of how much she wished to run from it. He would not allow her to excuse herself. Too many people were there for her to make a scene.

  “I’m sure she has.” Jenna agreed innocently. “Has she told you about my weak bladder? I’ll be back in a second, sorry.”

  She turned away but he reached for her, clasping her upper arm in a painfully tight grip, one that only loosened when she turned to face him once more.

  “Well.” He told her. “I shall assist you.”

  “I think not. I’m sure, if Amelia has said so much to you, that you’ll understand my refusal. I’ll come find you later.”

  Her voice was clipped and her resolve strong as she pulled away from the undesirable man, hastily worming her way towards the door before he could grab her again. She paused once she got there, racing a little up their stairs to catch Dom’s eye and wave, a silent signal that she was leaving.

  She hadn’t even had time to see Henry, she realised morosely. Or know if he’d seen her.

  Chapter Sixteen

  She managed to tactfully avoid Andrew, or rather, make herself scarce, in the two weeks that passed between their meeting and Viola’s art show; an event that she had been ascertained that he had not been implicitly invited to attend. As such, she dressed appropriately for such an event, in clothes bought by her mother and worn only once, at a friend’s wedding.

  A ‘friend’ that her mother had always had a slight enmity with, Jenna remembered with glee.

/>   The pale, thin fabric hugged her nicely without becoming revealing, and the short, looser nature of the skirt emphasised her long legs, that extra couple of inches of height added to by heels. Wearing them, she was visibly above average height, and all of the extra went to her bared calves and thighs. The impression was that her torso was shortened, her small breasts seeming proportionate and almost generous while her stomach was flat to the eye of anyone who stood before her. Not having too much hair to deal with, Jenna styled it, spiking the short layers in a way that she felt would be acceptable to the creativity of the artists present.

  Jenna drew in a large breath and released it slowly as she eyed herself in the mirror, smoothing her dress over her hips once more. If only she knew for certain who would be there.

  Amelia, Dominic, Daniel and Craig had all confirmed their attendance, and as subjects in Viola’s work, it was logical for them to do so. Henry was a subject, too, would he be there? Would he allow her to approach him, or would he avoid her at all costs, finding her presence sour but unable to say so at such a formal event? Not only would Viola’s photography grade depend on it, but professionally the show would do her wonders. Many of the pictures would be up for sale, and it was almost a given that several of them would be bought, if only because of the ambiance of the space they were hosted in, their questionable subject matter and the hype of the event itself. Viola and Aaron had been advertising it to their customers for weeks; likewise Amelia had made quick work of spreading the word among her own. There was little chance of an empty room, and Jenna was nervous about how they would fill it.