Light Switch (22 page)

“No sense raising when I’m just going to get my money back anyway,” Jim said. “I’ll call.” Three more chips clattered onto the pile. “Lynette, you show first.”

She put her cards down. “Two pair.”

With a smug grin, Jim said, “Which is no match for my straight flush. Pay up, ladies.” He put his cards down, revealing the seven of hearts up to the jack of hearts.

“Not so fast, Gramps.” I fanned my cards on the table. “Straight flush,
queen
high.”

“Oh for God’s sake.” Jim rolled his eyes.

“What are the odds of that?” Steve shook his head and pushed the money toward me. “I think Mr. Sommers’ mojo rubbed off on you, Kris.”

I laughed, hoping my face wasn’t as red as it felt. “Well, with him out of here,
someone
had to win.” I looked at my watch. “And speaking of ‘out of here,’ I should get going myself.”

“Aww, you can’t leave yet,” Lynette said.

“I have to,” I said. “Got a few things to take care of before I go to bed tonight.”
One thing in particular, anyway
. I tried not to shiver again. “Jim, could you cash me out?”

Once I’d turned in my chips, I shoved the cash into my purse, not even bothering to put it in my wallet or keep it neat. I said the fastest goodbyes I could while still being polite, then got the hell out of there.

“Finally,” I said under my breath. I hurried down the hallway toward the elevators, all the while tempted to break into a run. In fact, the only thing keeping me from sprinting down the hall was the fact that my legs had been unsteady since Matt kissed me in the kitchen.

So I walked as quickly as I could. I’d be off my feet soon enough.

A few paces before the elevator, there was an alcove that led to one of the stairwells. When I passed that alcove, a hand shot out and grabbed my arm, and in the next instant, I was up against the wall with Matt’s lips crushing mine and his erection pressing into my hip. Lust trumped surprise, and I barely missed a beat before I grabbed his hair with both hands and held him to me, forbidding him from pulling away. His kiss was violent and desperate and unrelenting and I’d never needed him as badly as I did just then.

He slid his hand under my skirt, trailing his fingers up my inner thigh. He slipped one fingertip under my panties and broke the kiss with a shuddering breath.

“Your pussy is so fucking wet,” he whispered. “I could fuck you right… right here.”

“You’re—” Whatever I’d intended to say was lost when one, then two fingers pushed into me. All I could do was tremble and seek his mouth again.

“I could… I want…” His breath caught, and in between kisses, he finally murmured, “Let’s go. I don’t want… I can’t wait.”

I nodded and went for one last kiss. Then another. Still another. Finally, he managed to pull away, and with as badly as my knees trembled, I thanked God Matt kept his arm around me on our way to the elevator.

He pushed the button several times, cursing at the machinery that moved agonizingly slowly behind the closed doors.

“I thought you’d be upstairs,” I said.

“That was my plan.” He pushed the button a few more times, as if that would get the elevator to us faster. “But then I’d have to wait that much longer. And I’m really not in the mood to wait tonight.”

“At least you weren’t the one stuck waiting for Lynette to place a bet.”

Matt grimaced. “No wonder you took so damned long.”

“Sorry,” I said with a grin.

He kissed me. “Don’t worry, we’ll make up for lost time.”

A moment later, the elevator dinged. Taking their sweet damned time, the doors slid open. My heart pounded as we stepped inside and Matt pushed the button for the eighth floor. Before the doors had even closed, I grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him to me, my back slamming into the wall in the same instant his mouth met mine. It probably hurt, but I didn’t care because we were in each other’s arms, kissing just as frantically as we had in the alcove. Our hands were all over each other, his cock was against my hip, and with every breath—his
and
mine—I went a little further out of my mind.

Breaking the kiss, he glanced up at the numbers above the door. When I looked, I cursed with frustration. Still three floors to go.

“Fuck it, I can’t wait.” He hit the emergency stop, and the elevator jerked to a halt.

“Matt, what—”

He turned me around and forced me up against the wall. Coarse stubble brushed the side of my neck. “I want you right fucking now. I just can’t wait.” His shoulder moved and fabric rustled. A second later, the sound of his zipper raised goose bumps all along my spine.

My heart pounded. “What if we get caught?”

“Then we get caught.” Foil ripped. “But I don’t care because I’ll be inside you.”

I had to bite my lip to keep from whimpering. I didn’t know what was hotter: the possibility of getting caught, or the desperation in his trembling hands when he pushed my skirt up to my hips and parted my legs with his knee. He hooked a finger under my panties and pulled them aside.

“My God, I want you so bad,” he whispered.

I gasped when he pressed the head of his cock against me. The ache became unbearable. I had to have him inside me, all the way inside me. Now.
Right now
.

In the same instant he thrust in, I pushed back, and his cock was deep inside my pussy.

We both stopped, sucking in startled breaths.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

“Jesus, baby.” He kissed the side of my neck and pulled out slowly before sliding back in at the same speed. “Jesus Christ, you feel so damned good.”

“Fuck me,” I pleaded. “Hard. Please, Matt…”

“With pleasure.” He dug his fingers into my hips and fucked me just the way I wanted. He could only go so deep like this, but the angle was perfect, and his cock hit my G-spot again and again and again.

In no time at all, the first delicious pulses of an orgasm radiated from my pussy. Desperate for release, I reached down and circled my clit with my fingers, gasping as the twin sensations of my fingers and his cock sent me right to the brink.

“Oh God…” His voice was strained, the desperate vibrato of a man pushed as close to the edge as I was. I rocked my hips back, meeting him thrust for thrust, driving him deeper, squeezing him harder. He released a breath that was almost a whimper just before he whispered, “Oh, fuck, baby your pussy is so tight, so fucking tight, you’re…”

I clawed at the wall with my free hand, desperate for something to hold on to as I lost my grasp on reality and sanity.

Then Matt spoke again. “Can you imagine if someone saw us right now?” He panted in my ear. “Can you, baby?”

The very thought sent electricity up my spine and back down, right to my clit, and I swore I was going to come completely undone. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t even think clearly enough to form words, but Matt went on.

“Let someone catch us,” he whispered. “Just let someone come through that door and…” He groaned, burying his face against my neck. “…and see me…” He shuddered. “…see me fucking you.”

As soon as the words rolled off his tongue, I came, and after a few more deep, hard thrusts, so did he.

We both slumped against the wall, panting and trembling. I don’t know how long we stood like that, depending on the wall and each other to stay upright, but it must have been a while. Long enough to catch our breath. Long enough to be sure our legs would hold us up. Easily long enough for Lynette to place a bet at one of the poker tables Matt and I had abandoned.

He was the first to move, bracing himself with one arm against the wall as he pulled out. I turned around and fixed my clothes while he took the condom off. He shoved it into the trashcan in the corner and released the emergency stop. Then, he rested a hand on the back of my neck and drew me into a gentle kiss while the elevator lurched into motion.

“You know,” he said, touching his forehead to mine, “maybe next time, we should fuck
before
we go to poker night.”

“Or we could just skip poker night altogether.”

He laughed. “I think I like the sound of that.”

~ * ~

Matt collapsed onto the bed beside me. The elevator had been just the beginning, and it took another long, violent fuck in his bed to finally satisfy us both.

“We’re either going to have to start doing this more regularly,” he said, wiping sweat from his brow, “or we’re going to end up having sex right out in plain sight. Assuming we don’t kill each other after we’ve gone a few days without.”

I ran my fingers through my damp hair. “I wouldn’t be opposed to doing this more regularly.”

He chuckled. “I figured you wouldn’t be.”

“At least we made it into the elevator.” I laughed. “Though
that
could have been a little awkward if someone had gotten on that elevator.”

Matt shrugged. “With the emergency stop pulled, no one was getting on. We were between floors somewhere.”

“True.” I grinned. “But if someone had walked in…”

He returned the grin and pulled me a little closer. “Then they would have seen us, wouldn’t they?”

“And something tells me that wouldn’t have bothered you in the slightest.”

“Absolutely not.” Just before he kissed me, he whispered, “When I said just let someone walk in right then, I wasn’t kidding at all.” The kiss deepened and lingered, and I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to have someone watching us. I’d watched him with another woman, he’d watched me alone and with Scott, but what about the two of us together?

The thought of Scott watching me with Matt turned me on like nothing else. Having them both in the same room. At the same time. My evening with Scott and Byron had been sizzling hot, but Scott and Matt? I shivered.

Matt broke the kiss. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I wetted my lips.

“You sure?” His eyebrows flicked up.

How to bring it up? I already knew Scott had no reservations about having another man in the room. Matt, I couldn’t be so sure. But if there was a way to ease him into the idea…

“Kris?”

I looked at Matt. “Sorry. I was just… thinking.”

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “About?”

“I have a bit of an odd question.”

He smiled. “Try me.”

“Since you like,” I paused, “watching…”

His eyebrows jumped. “Mm-hmm?”

I pursed my lips, hesitating.

“What is it?”

Finally, I said, “Would you be opposed to watching from…” Another pause. “…to being a bit closer to the action?”

His eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, if I had Scott over, how would you feel about being in the same room?”

“Seriously?”

I nodded.

“Like, just watching?” he asked. “Or… more?”

“Either way. Whatever you’d be comfortable with.”

Matt blew out a breath and his eyes lost focus.

I touched his arm. “If you’re not, it’s okay. It was just a thought.”

“I’ve never done anything like that before,” he said softly. “I’m not opposed to it. In fact, it sounds fucking hot. But…” He wetted his lips and met my eyes. “I won’t lie: the idea makes me a little nervous.”

“Understandable. It’s not exactly an everyday thing.”

“No, certainly not.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “How does Scott feel about this?”

“I haven’t asked him yet, but I doubt he’ll object.” I squeezed his arm gently. “And you’d be able to decide how far you go. You could just watch, join in, whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“I assume it would just be us doing things to you?” he said. “As opposed to, you know, him and me…”

“Of course. In fact, Scott and I did this the other night, and—”

“My, my, you
are
adventurous, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I said. “And if you’re not opposed to it, I want to drag you along on some of my adventures.”

Matt laughed. “Oh, you won’t have to drag me, darlin’.”

“So you want to do this?”

He chewed his lip for a second, then nodded. “Just watching to start with, but tell me the time and place and I’ll be there.”

“You’re quiet today.” Scott raised his eyebrows. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah.” I drummed my fingers on his kitchen counter. “Thinking.”

“About?”

“Well, after the other night,” I said, “I’ve kind of been thinking about some other things I want to try.”

He cocked his head. “Such as?”

“I know it’s not high on your list, but I think I’d like to try playing around with some hot wax.”

Scott grimaced. “You really want to try that?”

“Yes, I do.” I paused. “And the fact that you’re so cautious about it is exactly why I want to try it with you.”

He blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I know you’ll err on the side of caution.”

“Of course,” he said. “But there’s always going to be some risk of burning your skin. I’m very careful with regulating the temperature, but…”

“Will you do it, though?”

He hesitated, then nodded. “If you want to do it, then, yeah. I will.”

I smiled. “You really don’t mind?”

He came around the kitchen island and put his hands on my waist. “I’m your Dom, Krissy. I live to give you what you want.”

“I thought the sub lived to please her Dom.”

He laughed softly and wrapped his arms around me. “It’s a mutual thing. And if you trust me enough to let me push that limit, then I will.”

“I do, and for that same reason…” I trailed off, hesitating to go there.

He touched my face. “What?”

I swallowed hard, my eyes losing focus for a moment. Then I looked at him. “I want to try the Saint Andrew’s Cross again.”

His eyes widened. “You do?”

I nodded. “Yes. I do.”

For a moment, he was quiet. He stroked my hair and looked me in the eye. “All right, if that’s what you want. But before we go in there,” he said, gesturing down the hall toward the dungeon with his other hand, “I need to know. What is it about the cross that makes you so nervous?”

“Well, like I said, I’m a bit claustrophobic. Always have been. So, being confined is…” I let the shudder finish my thought.

“Understandable.” He kissed me lightly. When he broke the kiss, I dropped my gaze. “Look at me, Kristen.” I did, and he went on, his tone completely serious. “I know it’s a phobia, so it’s not entirely rational, but I want to make sure you know I won’t ever push you too far. You’re only confined until I release you, and the instant I suspect you’re panicking, I will.”

“I know. After last time, I know.”

“I’d do that again in a heartbeat. And I promise, I will never be more than a few feet away. I won’t leave the room, and you won’t be by yourself. Ever. I’ll always be right there, and all you have to do is say the word.”

“Scott, I trust you.”

“I know you do.” He kissed me gently. “And I don’t want to break that trust. Just tell me if it gets to be too much, okay?”

I nodded. “One thing, though.”

His eyebrows lifted. “Hmm?”

“This time,” I paused to moisten my lips, self-consciously avoiding his eyes. “No gag this time.”

“No gag this time,” he said. “Would you be okay with a blindfold, or is that too much?”

“I can live with the blindfold.”

“Good.” He grinned, then turned serious once again. “As far as the bindings go, let’s just start with your hands. If you’re doing okay with that, I’ll bind your ankles, too.”

My mouth was dry, so I just nodded.

“You sure you’re ready for this?”

“No, but I’m sure I’m ready to
try
it.”

He smiled and kissed me. “Good girl. You know what to do if it gets to be too much.”

“Red or yellow.”

“Precisely. And speaking of red, why don’t I get a glass of wine so we can get started?”

~ * ~

Scott’s wine glass clinked on the table beside my half-empty ice water. I closed my eyes as a shudder of delicious anticipation rippled down my spine, leaving goose bumps in its wake.

“Unbutton the top button your shirt.”

My fingers obeyed automatically, and one article at a time, one
button
at a time, he verbally stripped me. My shirt. Bra. Belt. Jeans. Panties. Each falling away and taking with them layers of resistance. Not that I resisted Scott or his commands, but with each stitch of clothing that hit the floor, I slid deeper into the familiar, intoxicating mindset of complete submission.

Moments later, naked and ready, I looked at the floor between us and awaited his next command.

“Stand facing the cross.”

I did so with neither thought nor hesitation. Staring down the cross upon which I’d collapsed in panic last time, I forced back the uncertainty. I would do this. Scott had already proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was safe with him, that even when I was bound, I wasn’t trapped. This inanimate object had bested me once. It wouldn’t do it again.

“Put your left arm up.”

Closing my eyes, I exhaled slowly through my nose and did as he ordered.

Fingers wrapped around my wrist. Metal jingled and rattled. The restraint encircled my wrist. Leather hissed across leather. When Scott released my arm, the rigid cuff held fast.

“Right arm.”

Jingle. Rattle. Hiss.

And I was tied.

Scott came a little closer, and now he stood right behind me. His clothes brushed my bare skin as he put his hands on my hips. He kissed my neck, laughing softly when I shivered.

“There are few things in this world,” he whispered, trailing a finger up my side and along my upraised arm, “that are sexier than a woman bound. Complete surrender, complete trust, complete willingness to be at my mercy.” He ran his hands up and down my sides, tracing the curve of my waist and the swell of my hip. “Do you like being at my mercy, Kristen?”

“Yes, Sir,” I breathed.

“Good.” Stubble brushed the side of my neck. “Because I intend to keep you this way for quite some time.”

I bit my lip and closed my eyes. With anyone else, the words might have come across as a threat, but with him, every syllable was a whispered promise, a fate to which I gladly surrendered. Nervousness still existed, tingling at the outermost edges of my senses, but I laid my trust in the gentle hands now resting on my hips.

“Do you want me to let you go?” he asked.

“Only if that’s what you want, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He kissed the back of my shoulder. “There are so, so many things I could do to you now.” One hand drifted up to cup my breast. “I could flog you. Tease you without letting you come.” Another kiss, this time just behind my ear. “There’s almost no limit to what I could do. And you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes… yes, Sir.” When had I lost my breath?

He pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, bringing a breathless whimper to my lips just before he nipped my earlobe. “I could fuck you like this. Just like I did up against your bedroom window. Would you like that?”

Oh, God, yes
. The metal rings on my cuffs jingled in time with my trembling hands. “Yes, Sir.”

His hands moved back to my hips, and he pulled me against him, letting me feel how hard he was. My head spun and my pussy tightened as I remembered the way his cock had hit my G-spot when he’d fucked me at this angle against the window.

“I could fuck you,” he growled, “and you’d have no choice but to take it. Right here, without moving, as fast or slow as I saw fit to give it to you, until I let you go.”

Nervousness grazed my senses at the reminder that I was bound and immobile, but it faded behind my heartbeat, which thundered at the promise in Scott’s words and the warm hardness of his clothed cock against me.

“Kristen, are you doing okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want me to bind your ankles?”

Goose bumps prickled my back, and Scott ran his fingers across them.

“You can say no.” His voice was as gentle as the hand that squeezed my shoulder. “I’m not going to push you further than you can handle. Do you want me to bind your ankles?”

I gulped. I was here to push limits that had already pushed me back and won. Being completely tied scared me, but I wasn’t backing down this time.

“Yes, Sir, I do.”

Fingertips drifted up and down the side of my neck. “Does it make you nervous?”

“Yes, but I want to.” I licked my lips before quickly adding, “Sir.”

He said nothing. The near silent rustle of fabric suggested movement, and as his hand slid down my side, my hip, my thigh, and continued down to my ankle, I guessed he was kneeling.

Jingle. Rattle.
Oh God
. Cool leather.

My throat tightened around my breath as the cuff tightened around my ankle. Closing my eyes, I took a long, deep breath, then let it out slowly.

Scott’s hand warmed my other ankle. “I’m going to cuff this one, too.” He did nothing for a long moment. He held my leg, his grasp firm but more forgiving than the leather strap around my other.

Evidently certain I had no objections, he put the second cuff on.

Ice water slithered through my veins. I took a few more long, deep breaths, focusing hard on the cross’s quick release, which was just visible out of the corner of my eye. I was immobile, but I was not trapped. I couldn’t move, but I was only a word and a click away from freedom.

I can do this. I can handle this
.

Warm hands drifted up the sides of my legs. “Are you okay?”

I nodded slowly.

“I’m going to step away for a second,” he whispered, rising behind me. “I’ll only be a few feet away. Are you okay with that?”

Another nod.

Scott cleared his throat.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He kissed the base of my neck. A second later, cool air touched my skin, silently announcing that the space behind me was vacant. I closed my eyes, listening to Scott’s footsteps on the hard floor. He was off to my left, by the rack of floggers. Something rustled. Something opened, then clicked shut.

I listened for the subtle sounds of a flogger coming down off the rack—the handle brushing its hook, the tails whispering against each other or sliding across Scott’s palm—but those sounds didn’t come.

Ice clinked against glass.

My posture straightened and I sucked in a breath.

Footstep. Footstep. Footstep.

Something solid clicked on the floor behind me. The glass, I guessed, if the quiet clinking was anything to go by.

He was behind me again. Even if I hadn’t tracked the sound of his movements from there to here, there was no mistaking his presence. Though he didn’t touch me, the layer of coolness against my skin had warmed almost imperceptibly. Warmed and electrified.

“I’m going to put the blindfold on now.” He waited a moment, probably looking for signs of resistance or concern. Then he reached around and slid the blindfold over my already closed eyes.

And it was done. I was bound. Blind. Completely and totally at my Master’s mercy, and unsure if it was exhilarating or terrifying. Or both.

I can do this. I can handle this
.

Movement behind me again. His knee or ankle cracked, so I guessed he was kneeling. Ice clinked. Another joint cracked. I kept my eyes tightly shut behind the blindfold.

My senses went on even higher alert now, searching for anything that would betray his next move. I had no idea whether to anticipate the soft warmth of his hand or the breathtaking shock of ice against my skin. I kept my eyes closed and waited.

Deep breath.

Heartbeat.

Bindings rattling.

Waiting.

Deep breath.

Heartbeat.

Contact.

Holy.
Fuck
.

The first sensations were so overwhelming, it took me a moment to process what he’d done, how he’d touched me, even where he’d touched me or with what. I sucked in a breath, my entire body tensing, and it was a few seconds before I could comprehend that he’d laid a warm, dry palm on my left side, and an ice cube on my right.

I exhaled hard as both hand and ice moved, sliding up my sides, leaving tingling trails of hot and cold. With the ice for contrast, the warmth of his hand may as well have been fire. As he drew both hands toward the center of my spine, my back arched, and I had no idea if I was trying to get away from the intense sensations or move toward them.

His hand lifted off my skin, and there was only ice now. A single, freezing point of contact, surrounded by the vague warmth of Sir’s equally intense presence.

The ice was never still. He kept it constantly moving across my skin, constantly finding and stimulating unsuspecting nerve endings. Cold and blindness weren’t nearly as intense as pain, but the blindness intensified the cold, and together they sent an intoxicating rush of endorphins through me. Every place ice touched may as well have been directly connected to my clit. Every chill and shock and tremor surged across every nerve, straight down to the base of my spine and right to my pussy. Nothing existed beyond wherever ice met skin and where the resulting sensations lingered.