Light Switch (24 page)

“Come.”

In the split second it took for him to breathe that syllable against my neck, I was over the edge, into that abyss, and he was right there with me. He groaned, the sound reverberating through my trembling, arching, writhing body like an echo of the shudders radiating from my pussy. His muscles twitched and quivered beneath my nails as the force of his orgasm drove him deeper inside me. I couldn’t tell his pleasure from mine, couldn’t tell whose shudders sent me further into sweet oblivion, couldn’t breathe until his mouth was over mine and drawing the air right out of my lungs.

As one, we came down. Our bodies relaxed. We both exhaled. I no longer dug my nails into his back; now I simply held his shoulders to still my shaking hands. Only our mouths moved, his tongue and mine lazily intertwining as we kissed in between trying to catch our breath. Without breaking the kiss, he rested his weight on one arm and reached up to push the blindfold off. Cool air touched my face now that the satin cover was gone, but I was too lost in his kiss to bother opening my eyes. It was only when he raised his head that I finally looked at him.

He smiled down at me. “You handled everything well. I have to admit, I wasn’t sure if you’d be okay on the cross.”

“That makes two of us.”

He kissed me lightly before pulling out and pushing himself up. “So, any chance I’ll be able to talk you into doing it again?”

“I don’t think you’ll have to twist my arm.” Our eyes met and we both grinned. Then he got up to take the condom off. When he turned away, I gasped at the bright red stripes crisscrossing his back. It looked like I’d even drawn blood in a few places.

He eyed me. “What’s wrong?”

“Your back. It’s…”

He turned his back to the mirror above the dresser and looked over his shoulder. “Oh,
that’s
going to sting in the shower.” Then he winked at me. “Nicely done.”

We lay in silence for a long time, just breathing and returning to earth. I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat while his fingers absently ran through my hair. The endorphins were slowly wearing off, as was the adrenaline that came from returning to the scene of a previous panic.

Lying beside him, it occurred to me that none of this had been what I’d had in mind when BDSM first piqued my interest. I’d thought of it as whips, chains, leather, pain. It hadn’t even crossed my mind that it could be some of the most deeply satisfying and intimate sex of my life.

Then again, I’d never imagined I’d ever have a lover like Scott, whether in a kinky or vanilla situation.

“You’re awfully quiet,” he said.

“Just catching my breath.”

He laughed softly. “You stopped breathing hard a few minutes ago.”

I craned my neck to look up at him. “Nothing gets past you, does it?”

“Not a thing.” He kissed my forehead. “I figured you were either thinking or falling asleep, and since you’re fairly wide awake…” That inquisitive,
I see right through you
eyebrow lift. “So, what’s on your mind?” Concern creased his forehead. “You did fine on the cross, but is anything bothering you about that?”

“No, not at all.” I turned onto my side. “I was just thinking about what we’re doing. All of this. It’s weird, I guess. I keep thinking about this versus what I was doing with Alec.”

He propped himself up on one elbow. “How so?”

“Well, it seems like,” I paused, trying to find the words. “Like, he wasn’t a Dom, yet he had more control over my sex life than you do.”

“To be fair, he was also the only player.” Scott winked.

I laughed. “Touché. But, in all seriousness, Alec was completely in control of our sex life. And with you, it’s…” I chewed my lip. “It’s different.”

“Of course it is,” he said with a half shrug.

“How so?”

“He took control. You
gave
me control.”

“I know. Still, it’s almost surreal, looking at the differences,” I said. “You’re in charge. You’re the Dom. You decide everything from whether or not I can see to what I wear, but he…” I shook my head, releasing a frustrated breath as I struggled to articulate it. “He controlled when we had sex, where we had sex.” Through my teeth, I added, “
If
we had sex.”

Scott ran his hand up and down my arm. “The difference is that he was a selfish bastard. I may be the one calling the shots, I may demand you call me ‘Sir’ and punish you when you disobey me, but every time we do this, my ultimate goal…” He made a gentle, spine-tingling circle on the inside of my elbow. “… is
your
pleasure. From what you’ve said about Alec, he just wanted to come and be done with it. I want to give you more than just an orgasm. It’s supposed to be…” He pursed his lips, his eyes losing focus for a moment before he met mine again. “… an experience.”

“Which it has been.”

“Good.” He kissed me lightly. “That’s what it’s all about. Anyway, yes, I’m a Dom, but all I take from you are your trust and submission. And what I take from you, I take so that I can give you even more in return.” He shrugged with one shoulder. “What he gave or took, he did so with only himself in mind.”

“That would be Alec in a nutshell,” I muttered.

“And that,” he said, draping his arm over my waist, “is why you’re in my bed right now instead of his.”

I gave him a pointed look. “Scott Moore, you’re not
gloating
, are you?”

“I just tied you to a Saint Andrew’s Cross, teased you with ice, fucked the hell out of you, and then you told me how he basically pissed you away.” He shrugged again. “You’re damn right I’m gloating.”

Laughing, I said, “Cocky bastard.”

“I don’t deny it.”

“I didn’t think you would.”

“What can I say?” Another casual, one-shouldered shrug. “He was an idiot. And quite honestly, from everything you’ve said, and from how you reacted to being tied the first time, I’d say it’s a damned good thing you never tried anything kinky with him.”

“Now that you mention it, you’re right.”

“Of course I am.”

I smacked him playfully. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You were right about him. Christ, I can only imagine what he’d have done had he tied me the way you did the first time.”

Scott’s expression turned serious. He touched my face as he said, “If he’s as oblivious and self-centered as I think he is, I would hope it never got to that point with him. I can pretty well guarantee he wouldn’t have caught on as quickly that you needed to come down.”

I shuddered. For all the times I’d tried to persuade Alec to try something, I was suddenly glad he’d never agreed to it.

“He’d never done any of this before, had he?” Scott asked.

I shook my head.

“Putting a flogger in his hands probably would have been a bad idea, then,” he said. “He wasn’t just inexperienced, he was stupid, clueless, and selfish. You’d have been asking to get hurt.”

I couldn’t argue with that.

“But,” Scott went on, “that asshole is gone, and you’re stuck with me and all of my experience.”

“You’re gloating again.”

“Still not denying it.”

“You’re terrible.” I laughed. “Okay, so, since you have all this experience, can I ask you something?”

“Didn’t leave me much choice, did you?”

“Shut up, smartass.” I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean.”

He chuckled. “Of course. Go ahead.”

“This may sound ridiculous, but given how little experience I have with all of this, bear with me.” I moistened my lips. “How does someone learn how to flog?”

“A lot of practice.”

“I figured, but I don’t imagine too many people are willing to help a novice with target practice.”

“You’d be surprised.” He turned onto this stomach and rested on his forearms. “But it usually helps to practice on something inanimate at first. Pillows, stuffed animals, your boss, whatever you can find. Some people throw a little flour on them so they can see where the tails are hitting.” He paused. “I can also teach you using one of my subs.”

“Really?”

“Sure. Obviously I’ll have you practice a bit on your own, but sooner or later, you need a human target.”

“One of your subs won’t mind being on the receiving end of a flogging from a novice like me?”

“Amy will jump at the opportunity.” He chuckled. “Trust me, it won’t take much to persuade her. Just tell her she’s going to be tied up and beaten, she’ll be there.”

“I can see why you and she get along so well.” I laughed. Then I said, “While I’m asking you strange things, I have another question for you.”

He shrugged. “Okay, shoot.”

“You know I have this thing going with my neighbor, right?”

“Which part?” He grinned. “Watching each other, or fucking each other?”

“Both, now that you mention it.”

“Okay, what about it?”

I swallowed. “You said you’re an exhibitionist, right?”

“I am. As are you.”

“Exactly. And he’s obviously a voyeur.” I thumbed my chin. “Would you be opposed to me bringing him in one night? With us?”

Scott cocked his head. And there it was, that patented Scott Moore smirk. “Hmm, I think
someone’s
been enjoying her threesomes.”

I tried—and failed—not to laugh. “Maybe I have been.”

“Maybe, my ass.”

“Okay, you got me.” I smiled. “So, are you down with it? He mostly wants to watch, but he might join in. Depending on how comfortable he is.”

“Sure, I don’t see why not.” He grinned again. “A voyeur is the perfect thing to add to a couple of exhibitionists, after all.”

“I guess I don’t need to ask if it bothers you to have another man in the room.”

Scott laughed. “I’ve flogged you while another man fucked you. I think I can live with someone watching or joining in.” He kissed me. “Sounds like fun. Just tell me when and where.”

I put my arms around him. “How about my place, as soon as possible?”

He pulled me to him and rolled me onto my back.

“I’ll be there,” he murmured against my lips, and when he kissed me again, the conversation was over.

“You sure about this?” I asked when I greeted Matt at the door.

“Getting to see you up close and personal instead of across the alley?” He kissed me. “You’re damn right I am.”

I smiled. “But on any other night, you get to
have
me—”

“But watching you is…” He trailed off, biting his lip as his eyes lost focus for a second. Then he looked at me. “Watching you is so fucking hot.”

“Dirty man.”

“Damn right.” He kissed me again.

I slipped my hand into his. “Come on, then. Let’s get this thing started.” I led him into the kitchen, where Scott waited. “You remember Scott, right?”

Matt nodded and extended his hand.

As they shook hands, I said, “Wine?”

“Please,” Scott said.

“Matt?”

“No, thanks.”

While I went about pouring the wine, Scott said, “So, while we’re all still dressed, I suppose some ground rules are in order.” He looked at Matt. “You’re mostly in this to watch, right?”

Matt nodded.

“Are you opposed to participating?”

Matt grinned at me before looking at Scott again. “Probably not.” He paused, then quickly added, “I mean, playing with
her
.”

Scott chuckled. “Of course. Now, since she’s my submissive, she takes orders from me.” He glanced at me, then back at Matt. “If I order her to do something to you, are you comfortable with that?”

Matt shifted his weight, drumming his fingers on the counter. I imagined Scott’s straightforwardness caught him off guard. After a moment, he looked at Scott. “Define ‘something’.”

Scott shrugged. “Kiss you, fuck you, suck you off.”

Matt stiffened, his cheeks coloring slightly. He glanced at me. I smiled and offered a shrug that was more apologetic than Scott’s. Matt was quiet for a long moment, then finally nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine with that.”

“And I assume you’re okay with that too, Krissy?”

“Of course.”

I handed the glass to Scott. He grinned as he took it, and my nipples instantly hardened. Just the sight of him with a glass of red wine was enough now. He didn’t even have to take that first sip, but he would, and by the time he did, I’d be wet and desperate for his mouth, his cock, and his approval. Once his sleeves were rolled, I’d be putty in his hands.

For now, though, he taunted me with the untouched wine and sleeves still buttoned to the wrists.

“Well,” he said, “unless anyone else has any limits, rules, questions, whatever…” He gestured down the hall with his glass. “Shall we?”

No one had any limits, rules, questions, or whatever, so they followed me into the bedroom. There, Matt took a seat in the chair beside the window. Scott set his backpack down and leaned against the bed.

I looked at the bag, then at him. “I assume you already have an evil plan in mind?”

“But of course.”

After he’d sipped his wine and rolled his sleeves, Scott grinned, pulled a blindfold out of his bag, and handed it to me. I started to put it on, but he stopped me with a hand on my arm.

“No.” He nodded toward Matt. “It’s for him.”

Matt and I exchanged puzzled looks. When I met Scott’s eyes again, the lift of his eyebrows and the tautness of his lips asked if I was going to obey or if I wanted him to punish me.

I turned to Matt. He swallowed hard, glancing at the blindfold in my hand before giving me just the slightest nod. Though I was puzzled about Scott’s intentions, there must have been a method to his madness. Not that I was in a position to question either his madness or his method.

Once the blindfold was on, I stepped back and waited for the next command.

Scott stayed still and silent. I did the same. Matt drummed his fingers on the armrest. Tapped his heel on the floor. Took a few deep breaths. If this all caught me by surprise, I could only imagine what it was doing to him. He’d come to watch, and now he was blind. He didn’t know what either of us would do, and for several long moments, we did nothing.

Evidently my mind wasn’t the only one with which Scott could play games.

Sir’s voice made me jump. “Unbutton your blouse and take it off.”

Matt shifted in his chair. I wondered if he could hear my fingers opening each button. Blindness had a funny way of making other senses incredibly acute. Whether or not he could hear it, I had little doubt he was picturing it, and he licked his lips when my blouse landed on the floor in a whisper of falling fabric.

“Take off your bra,” Scott said.

Matt drew in a long breath through his nose. The more clothing Scott ordered off me, the more Matt fidgeted. More murmured curses rolled off his tongue. By the time I was completely naked, his knuckles were white from gripping the armrests.

“Put your hands on the armrests,” Scott said. “Bend over him, but don’t touch him.”

Matt moved his arms out of the way. First he folded them across his chest. Then he put them his hands in his lap. Chest. Lap.

I did as Scott ordered, and Matt’s posture stiffened as I leaned over him. God only knew what Scott had up his sleeve, but—

Slap
.

Matt jumped. I bit my lip.

Slap
.

Oh God
. Leather on skin. I knew that sound only too well, and goose bumps instantly prickled all the way down my spine. I tightened my grip on the armrests and closed my eyes. Waiting. Waiting.
Wanting
. The third strike would be to his own palm again, that much I—

The tails thudded just below my right shoulder blade, catching me off guard. Before I’d completely recovered, he hit the same spot on my left side. I whimpered, and Matt whispered something that may have been, “oh my God.”

As he always did, Scott started out with gentle strokes to wake up the nerve endings and get my skin accustomed to the flogger. With time, though, he brought it down harder, until the thud resonated through my bones and drove moans of ecstasy from my lips. I was barely even aware of the burning fatigue in my shaking arms as I struggled to hold myself upright.

And all the while, Matt squirmed and fidgeted in front of me. Every time leather struck flesh, he jumped as if the tails had hit him. The more I whimpered and moaned, the deeper and more ragged his breaths became.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed.

A downward glance confirmed what I already knew: He was
definitely
hard, his thick erection straining the front of his jeans. My mouth watered. I wanted his cock. In my mouth, in my pussy, in my hands, I didn’t care. I
needed
him. Or Scott. One of them. Either of them. Both of them.
Now
.

The flogger hit my back one more time, then stopped. A second later, Scott grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “Is this turning you on, Kristen?” he growled in my ear.

“Yes, Sir,” I said breathlessly.

“You want one of us to make you come, don’t you?”

“If that’s—” I paused, willing my tongue to form the words as I watched Matt squirm. Finally I closed my eyes. “If that’s what you want, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He released my hair. “Turn around.” I let go of the chair and stood upright, facing him but keeping my eyes down. “Get the condom out of my back pocket.”

I bit my lip. Behind me, Matt sucked in a breath. The chair creaked as he shifted his weight. He must have been going out of his mind, wondering what was going on, what would happen next, what—

Scott cleared his throat.

With a shaking hand, I reached behind him and slid my hand into his back pocket. Anticipation tingled at the base of my spine when the foil’s edge met my fingertips. I pulled it free and brought my hand back around between us.

I kept my eyes down as I held the condom out to Scott, but he put his hand up.

“It isn’t for me.”

My eyes flicked up, and he gestured past me with his chin. Gestured at Matt.

My heart pounded. With what, I wasn’t sure. Excitement? Nerves? The certainty that I was going to wake up from this dream at any moment?

Scott’s eyebrow rose. “Is there a problem?”

“No. No, not at all.”

I turned to Matt and took a deep breath. Then I went to him and grasped his hand.

“Stand up,” I said.

Hesitating, he licked his lips. He rose, pushing himself up with his free hand rather than pulling on mine. His Adam’s apple bobbed once.

He sucked in a sharp hiss of breath when I slid my hand over the front of his jeans. My mouth instantly watered; I’d had no doubt his cock was rock hard, but feeling was believing. Oh God, I wanted him.

When I started to draw his zipper down, he tensed.

“Are you okay with this?” I whispered.

“
Oh
, yeah.”

I unzipped his jeans. As I wrapped my fingers around his cock, we both gasped. He let his head fall back, exhaling through parted lips as I stroked him gently.

“Put the condom on,” Scott ordered.

I tore the wrapper. Matt bit his lip, and the furrow of his brow was visible even with the blindfold. We both took long, deep breaths while I rolled the condom into place.

The condom was on. My body screamed at me to drag him down to the floor or to the bed or
anywhere
and get him inside me as soon as possible, but I waited. Torture though it was, I waited. I had to.

Matt took short, shallow breaths. His unsteady hands opened and closed at his sides. Impatience was written all over the tension in his neck and the way his cheek rippled as he clenched and unclenched his jaw.

Finally, Scott made a move. He gathered my hair and swept it aside, and his voice thrummed against my neck as he said, “Once his blindfold is off, he can do whatever he wants to you.” Matt exhaled hard. Scott kissed my neck. “But what is the rule?”

Oh, you bastard
. I gulped.
You sadistic, teasing bastard
.

“What is the rule, Kristen?” he growled.

“I’m not allowed to come.”

“Not until…?”

Another gulp. “Until you command or allow it.”

“Good girl.” One more kiss, this time just beneath my ear. Then he stepped back. “Take the blindfold off.”

I did, and as soon as it was gone, Matt grabbed the sides of my neck and kissed me. Breathlessly, desperately, the kind of passionate kiss that melted my spine and turned my knees to water.

Thankfully, I didn’t need to rely on those knees to hold me up any longer, because Matt shoved me up against the bed and bent me over it. My hands had barely hit the bedspread before he was inside me, gripping my hips and thrusting into me so hard it brought tears to my eyes. The bed squeaked and groaned beneath us as he slammed his cock deep inside me, and I fought to keep from coming.

Even over the bed’s protests, Matt’s breaths, and my moans, I heard the muffled creak of the chair. Blinking back tears, I glanced over my shoulder.

Scott had taken Matt’s place. He sat with one elbow on the armrest, his legs crossed at the knees, and a deliciously sexy grin on his face.

And he watched.

The voyeur became the exhibitionist. The exhibitionist, the voyeur.

And between the two of them, I was in nothing less than perfect, mind-blowing ecstasy. I closed my eyes and let my head fall forward, gripping the bedspread as Scott watched Matt fuck me.

Matt grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. He kissed the side of my neck, his stubble abrasive against my skin, and I moaned, my arms trembling beneath me.

“Don’t come yet, Kristen.” Scott’s calm, even voice only emphasized the sharp, desperate breaths Matt released against my neck. “You’re not to come until I give the word.”

Matt stopped abruptly. He pulled out and whispered, “Get on your back.” Though my skin was tender from the flogger, it wasn’t painfully raw. Even if it was, a little pain wasn’t going to deter me from letting Matt have me the way he wanted me.

I turned onto my back and wrapped my legs around his waist as he pulled his shirt off and threw it aside. Then he thrust into me, and I immediately saw stars; from this angle, he had more leverage, and he hit every perfect place inside me. Both my clit and G-spot must have been placed specifically for Matt Sommers to fuck me just. Like. This.

“Kristen.” Scott’s voice once again pulled me out of the delirium Matt’s cock sent me into.

I gripped Matt’s shoulders and closed my eyes as obedience and orgasm vied for control. Matt fucked me even harder. Whether he was deliberately trying to make obedience more difficult, or if he was simply losing control, I didn’t know, but every thrust drove me closer to that tempting precipice.

“Oh, fuck,” Matt moaned. “Jesus, baby, you feel incredible.”

I clawed at his back, trying to hold onto something, anything.

“You will not come yet.” Scott’s voice was flat and terse. The faint clink of his glass on the window sill made my heart beat faster. I swore he grew calmer and more controlled as Matt came apart in my arms. His cool intensified Matt’s desperation. The stillness of one emphasized the violent movement of the other, and they both conspired to drive me out of my mind.