Switched (2 page)

     The door opened and Amy entered,
trailed by Kali. Both women were smiling.

     That couldn't be good. Brad lifted
an eyebrow. "What are you two up to?"

     "Girl stuff," Kali said
with a wink. They both disappeared behind the counter and into the back room.

     "Speaking of topping from the
bottom, about Kali...," Eric started.

     Brad nodded, looked toward the door
at the back of the register station cautiously. He had been meaning to share
his suspicions with Eric for a few days now, and now was as good a time as any.
"I was meaning to talk to you about that. You know, the whole switch thing
has me a bit baffled. She doesn't top from the bottom at all. And you think she
would. I'm beginning to think the whole Domme thing was a ruse."

     Eric snorted. "Man, you can't
fake that. Kali can be a force to be reckoned with. She’s a
switch
. I think
she’s a Domme with women and a sub with men. Nothing strange about it."

     "As I see it everyone has an
aggressive side to them. Even subs.  It's just a matter if it's nurtured or
not. Or forced out of them for some reason. I think with her it's a defense
mechanism. All the signs are there. I mean, when she did the whole switch thing
it was literally like something clicked and her defenses just fell down around
her. Like she was tired of keeping them up and needed to drop the charade. I
don't know how else to describe it. I want to do some checking around."
Brad furrowed his brow and gave Eric a questioning look. "You think you
might be able to talk to your private investigator friend and see if he can
help me out?"

     "Seriously? You want to actually
check her out? Like investigate her background?" Eric was clearly
surprised by this revelation. "Why don't you just ask her?"

     Brad let out an exasperated sigh.
"I did. She skirted my questions with some bullshit answers and changed
the subject. So yes, I want to find out what's up and clearly she's not going
to tell me."

     "She doesn't trust you enough
to tell you yet. Stuff like that takes time. Maybe you should wait it out. I
mean eventually she's going to spill whatever it is, if anything. She may have
been sexually assaulted as a sub so she turned Domme or something. Or maybe
you're seeing something that isn't there." Eric looked over the bookstore.
Tuesday afternoons were always really slow until around five or six. “A lot of
people are switches, Brad.”

      Brad was still doubtful and gave
his best friend a shrug. "Not like this. A Domme suddenly switches and
becomes a very obedient, well-trained sub in a matter of hours? I'm not so sure
about that. Sexual assault or abuse doesn't generally manifest like that...
does it?"

     "Oh come on, she had to have
given you a reason for the sudden switch." It was obvious Eric wasn't
seeing the same thing Brad was. “Like I said, Domme for one team, sub for the
other. I’ve known a couple of women like that over the years.”  

     A nagging feeling told Brad that
wasn’t it. Eric hadn’t been there either. He didn’t see the need for submission
that Brad saw. He didn’t see how Kali tried to recover from a session and how
she
put back on
the Domme façade. It was so forced. Brad shrugged.
"I mean, she did say she was interested in me and she knew the only way
I'd have her was as a sub. Since I'm not inclined to allow my women top me from
the bottom," he added with a chuckle.

     "Fuck you, man," Eric
said. Just then the women came out of the back room.

     "What are you two doing?"
Brad asked again, noticing Amy had the new shipment of indie titles in her
arms.

     She set the box up on the counter,
opened it, and began pulling the books out onto the counter.  "We're
planning a barbecue, and I'm going to put these on the shelves. We actually ran
out of those indie teen vampire novels last month." Amy gave them a quick,
angelic smile.

     Eric snorted. "What I don't
get about the whole teen vampire thing is it's usually about a vampire who
looks seventeen, but really he's like one-hundred-and-something, and yet he
still hangs out at high school. Why? Do teen vampires really need to go to high
school for the rest of their lives? Doesn’t that just make them really old guys
who like young girls?"

     Amy giggled. Brad and Kali
exchanged glances.

     With an armful of books, Amy
retreated into the stacks and Kali gave Brad a quick kiss on the cheek before
leaving and heading off to work.

     Once she was gone Eric nodded.
Obviously he'd thought it over. "Alright. I'll call Ted later today. What
do you want to know exactly?"

     "To start, where she's
actually from, what she did before moving here, criminal record - that sort of
thing."  All he knew was Kali had moved here from California for a job. Or
so she said. She was a personal assistant to a high profile business executive
- not exactly the kind of job one would move across the country to take. She
didn’t talk about family except to say she was an only child. “Just the basics
to start.”

     Eric nodded but didn't really say
anything.

     A sudden sick feeling overtook him.
It felt so wrong to be so suspicious, but he had to know. Before he changed his
mind he looked at Eric in earnest. "Hey man, don't tell Amy. Okay? She
might tell Kali what's going on."

     "What if Amy knows what's up
with Kali? Maybe she knows stuff about Kali’s life that you’re not getting from
her." Eric suggested. "We could always ask her. Women talk. It’s what
they do."

     Both their eyes traveled to Amy's head
poking up between the shelves. "I don't know." Brad wasn't too sure
he liked that idea. "I don't know that we can trust Amy to keep this quiet
if Kali bends her over a spanking bench."

     Eric nodded, but he drew a line.
"You do realize Amy lives with me and we share everything. I haven't kept
anything from her and I don't intend to start now. You may be my closest friend
but…"

     "For now let's keep it between
us and Ted, okay?" Brad lifted an eyebrow at his best friend. “Please?”

     "Alright. I'll keep it between
us for as long as I can." With that, Eric picked up another stack of books
and headed off to shelve them.

Chapter
Two

     He heard the cell phone in the
other room give the familiar ding that reminded him of appointments. He looked
at the azure numbers on the dungeons digital clock. He had three hours before
he had to meet with the PI, Ted Agares. Turning his attention back to her he
mused at how he had Kali in a most vulnerable position.

     The silk ropes held her thighs
firmly apart, keeping her restrained. He smiled knowing that she could squirm
all she wanted, but the flesh between her legs was his now and he could do
whatever he pleased to her and she would be helpless to stop him. He wanted to
take his time and enjoy her. Blindfolded and gagged, her arms were secured over
her head to the wrought iron headboard of the bed.

     He gently caressed her side,
watching her body quiver and enjoying the sound of her muffled whimper.  His
hand continued up her body to her breasts and he slowly drew his finger, ever
so lightly, over her left breast and around the nipple, then to the other. Her
nipples stiffened in response and she struggled to draw her thighs together.
Ever so slowly he dragged his fingers down her soft belly to just above her
mound. Inspecting the flesh between her thighs he saw the hood of her clit was
swollen and peeking out from her swollen labia. He ran his hands gently over
her inner thighs, watching her quiver and knowing that her muscles were
contracting in her need to feel something solid and penetrating inside her. The
evidence of her arousal glistened around the opening of her pussy.  Fighting
the urge to probe her hole with a finger, he caressed her inner thighs again,
loving the muffled sound of her soft moans.

     She lifted her hips toward him in
offering. His mouth watered in anticipation of tasting her.  Lowering himself
between her thighs he examined her shaved mound and the folds of flesh waiting
for him. Lightly, he slid his tongue over each lip, careful not to get too
close to her clit.  She writhed beneath him, no doubt trying to position
herself where his tongue was where she wanted it. But he was careful to move
with her, maintaining the control.  He pulled apart her lips, dragging his
tongue over the flesh between her hole and clit. She whimpered in frustration.

     There was nothing like slowly
teasing a sub. Brad looked up at her. “Where are we my love?”

     He looked at her right hand. She
gave him the sign for green. Again, she lifted her pelvis toward him in
offering.

     Chuckling, he smacked her inner
thigh. “That will be enough of that, unless you want me to strap you down so
you can’t lift those hips. Keep them in contact with the mattress, is that
understood?”

     She nodded. He imagined if she
weren’t blindfolded her eyes would be pleading with him.

     Lowering his head between her legs
he stiffened his tongue and probed her depths, tasting her desire. She was
slightly sweet and musky. Sliding his tongue upward he ran it over the swollen
nub of her clit, then around it in probing circles. Then he licked the hood
again, and then went back to circling it. Kali fought furiously to keep her
hips on the mattress.

     Brad almost started laughing, and
then realized how sadistic that probably made him. He loved torturing her. He
kept going until he was sure she was close to orgasm and then he abruptly
stopped. Looking at the clock he sat up, leaned forward and undid the gag.

     Kali sucked in the fresh air and
took several deep breaths.

     “How about we play a little game?”
It was his last chance to get her to come clean with him before he went to see
the private investigator.

     She didn’t say anything at first,
but then ventured, “Yes, Sir?”

     “You want me to get you off, but I
have questions. You answer the questions to my satisfaction and I’ll make you
come like you’ve never come before.  You don’t, then all you’ll get is a caning
and then you’ll be put to bed for the rest of the day and night in restraints.
Sound fair?”  He looked down on her, watching her lips and thinking how good
they would feel wrapped around his cock.

     “Yes, Sir.”

     “Good girl.” He ran a hand up her
thigh and her lips quivered. “So, my little Kali, where are you from
originally? You’ve told me California, but California is a big state.”

     Her body visibly stiffened and she
took a deep breath. Clearly she was no longer impressed with the game if she
ever had been.  With a terse tone she said, “Los Angeles.”

     He noticed she wasn’t smiling, nor
was she in the same place he’d left her – on the verge of orgasm, open to him
and willing to please him. Evidently he was treading on shaky ground. Despite
this, he asked the next question. “And that’s where you went to high school?
Were you nerdy in high school, or one of the popular girls?

     “God damn it, Brad. That’s three
questions.” She let out an exasperated sigh, a sure sign she was done with his
game.

     He set his hands gently on her
thighs. “I just want to get to know you, like normal couples do.”

     That actually made her laugh. “I
don’t think normal couples have these conversations in a home dungeon while one
partner is blindfolded and bound with rope.”

     “Good point.”  He scooted up next
to her and removed the blindfold, looking in to her deep green eyes. “Is this
better?”

     She wiggled her hands. “Still
bound,” she said in a sing-song voice.

     He smiled at the Domme turned sub
who was, at one point, one of the most sought after Dommes, by other women of
course, in all of Massachusetts. He reached up and removed her wrist restraints
and then moved to remove the ropes from her thighs. Then he laid back down with
her, keeping his eyes on her. “So we were discussing you in high school.”

     “No,
you
were discussing me
in high school.” She said nothing else.

     “What’s wrong with discussing high
school?” He shrugged. After all, he’d told her everything. How he’d been on the
football team, in the top ten of his class, and when he graduated he enlisted
in the military and did two tours in Iraq. It was when he got home that he
opened the bookstore with Eric, invested in the club, and began taking night
classes at one of the local colleges to get his business degree. She knew all
of this about him, but everything he knew about her was vague.

     Finally she said, “I was a loner in
high school. A misfit. I kept to myself, I had no friends, I was a C student,
and I went to community college in L.A. and got my associates degree in
Advertising. There you are - my exciting life before I moved here.” She gave
him a forced smile, but she didn’t look him in the eye; a sure sign she was
probably lying or holding something back.