Top Bottom Switch

by Chelle Bliss

  She raises her head, moving her knees and palms against the padded table until she finds a comfortable position. Placing the crop at the top of her ass crack, I slowly slide it down until I reach the plug. Moving quickly, I give the plug a few quick strikes and watch her body tense at the contact. “I think you need a bigger plug,” I say, bending over to get a better look, and I feel my moderately hard cock turn into something harder than granite. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her head dips forward, and I know she’s both excited and dreading the insertion of something bigger. Her ass is probably perfectly happy with the small plug pushing on just the right spots.

  “Do you want to insert it or shall I?” I know this is the only decision I’ll allow her to make tonight.

  “You, please, Sir.” Her voice is airy.

  I drag my bag closer to the table and pull out a butt plug. I kneel, keeping my back straight so I’m eye level with her bottom, and slowly work the plug out. She moans softly, trying to hide the pleasure, but I can hear it loud and clear.

  Alese is an ass girl. Based on what I saw in the first text photo she sent me, she loved playing with it herself.

  When it pops free, I drop it to the floor and grab the lube to cover the new plug. Her ass is constricting at the loss. Before I begin to work the new plug in, I pull out my phone and start the bullet to make the transition more pleasurable for her.

  Her ass rises and her stomach dips toward the table like she’s trying to get more sensation. When the plug is covered, I touch it against her ass and she tenses. “Relax. It’s not much bigger than the one you had in,” I lie as I slowly push the tip inside her hole.

  She groans and grips the sides of the table tightly. I pull back, giving her ass a chance to relax before pushing it in a little farther. Her groan turns into a moan the more I push it in and pull it out. Moments later, it’s fully seated inside of her. I still haven’t touched her with my hands and I’m dying to, probably more so than she is for me to touch her.

  “Good girl,” I say, giving her praise as the plug wiggles as she constricts around it. “Reach between your legs and remove the bullet.” Doing it myself may risk skin-on-skin contact, and I won’t do that until I know she’s completely on board.

  She reaches between her legs and pulls on the cord until the bullet slides out and dangles from her fingertips. I grab it quickly and set it on the floor next to the plug.

  “Lie on your back.” I grab a few more items from my bag and smile at what is about to happen next.

  She watches me as I open my hand, showing her two nipple sucks. She bites her lip and blinks but doesn’t protest. “I’m going to attach these,” I tell her.

  She nods, licking her lips as she stares at me. I lick the rim and move my hand above her breast, hovering over her already hardened nipples. “These shouldn’t pinch.” I place them against her skin.

  When I release my fingers and the suction begins, she pulls in a sharp breath and her body twitches. She doesn’t grimace or wince as I move to attach the second. Her eyes close and her mouth falls open as the second one takes hold. I flick it with my finger and her body jolts, her eyes flying open.

  “Eyes on me, piccola.” I bend over and grab a Hitachi wand and an extra-long, thick dildo and wonder how long it’ll be before she’s begging me to touch her. I’m about to find out how long she can go without coming before being driven mad with lust.

  “I won’t tie you up because you’re not comfortable with it and we aren’t going to test your boundaries in that way yet, but you need to grip the sides of the table and scoot down, taking the same position as last time you were up there.”

  She nods slowly and moves her bottom down to the edge.

  “Feet too,” I tell her and tap the end of the table with the large dildo. Her eyes widen as she sees it before she puts the back of her head against the table and wiggles her fingers, gripping the table harder.

  I touch her knees with the wand, pushing them farther apart. She squeezes her eyes shut, and I lean forward and flick the suction cup attached to her right nipple. Her body jerks and her eyes fly open, meeting mine. “No closing your eyes and absolutely no coming.”

  Without using my hands, it’s pretty hard to discipline her. I wish I had three hands at this moment. It would make my life so much easier.

  She nods and I rest the dildo on the table, reaching in my bag for something else. I can’t gag her, but I want to cut down on the amount of noise I know she’s about to make.

  “Open,” I tell her, holding a piece of leather in front of her mouth. “I won’t gag you, but I need you not to be as loud as I know you will be.”

  She opens her mouth, her eyes growing wider before she clamps down around the leather I’d set on her lips.

  Before I pick up the rubbery dildo, I press a button on the plug, one I hadn’t shared with her. It comes to life, sending powerful vibrations through her. She moans, her teeth bearing down against the leather strap.

  Gripping the dildo in one hand, I rub it against her wetness. I love that about her. She always seems ready and willing for me. I don’t know if she’s like this all the time, but the thought that it is only for me gives me a secret thrill.

  I work it inside her slowly—an inch at a time—and let her greedy pussy adjust to the fullness of the new plug. She groans, lifting her bottom from the table, and I pull the dildo all the way out.

  “Do you want to come?” I ask, peering down at her body. She nods and mumbles against the leather strap. “Do not move, or you’ll go home unsatisfied.”

  I fucking hope she can follow this order because if she goes home needy, I sure as fuck do too.

  I push against her opening, sliding the first three inches in slowly and past the biggest part of the plug. I flick on the wand with my thumb and use my other hand to rest it against her already enlarged clit.

  Her toes move, curling around the table, but the rest of her stays still. Poor thing. I’m not letting her come until I can fuck her, but she doesn’t know that.

  I can feel her pussy clamping down against the dildo, making my progress a little harder but not impossible.

  Lifting the wand off her, I refuse her the orgasm that’s no doubt already building inside of her. The wand is the most powerful vibrator on the market. No one could stop the orgasm from coming using it, and it is my favorite weapon when forcing a woman to orgasm multiple times.

  When her muscles relax and I can push the dildo deeper inside her, I restart the wand and her muscles tense again immediately. I work the dildo in and out of her, moving faster and then slowing my pace. Every thirty seconds or so, I lift the wand long enough so her nearing climax will slip away. I repeat this over and over again until her chest’s heaving and her body’s covered in sweat.

  I turn the wand up, making the vibrations more powerful and making the orgasm come quicker. But again, I deny it as soon as her body starts to shake. She’s moaning and groaning around the strap, tiny dribbles of spit sliding down the sides of her face.

  My cock is in a bad way. Hard as stone and straining to break free, but I concentrate on her and don’t pay any attention to my needs.

  Her bottom starts to move off the table, chasing the wand as I remove it from her clit. In response, I pull the dildo out quickly, leaving her with nothing but a full ass.

  “Please,” she groans, biting down on the strap with teary eyes. “Please, I need to come.”

  “You want to come, but you don’t need to,” I tell her, and I don’t feel an ounce of guilt.

  “Touch me,” she begs.

  “Not yet,” I tell her and press the dildo against her opening, pushing it inside slowly.

  Once it’s fully seated, I hold the wand against her clit, and her knees start to shake. Working the dildo in and out, I watch her body as it reacts, craving the stimulation. Again, when I see her breathing start to falter, I move the wand away and deny her again.

  “Fuck,” she screams. “Please, Sir. To

uch me. I need you.”

  “I’ll give you a choice.” I hold up the wand and show it to her. “You can have the wand and no dildo, or you can have my cock. Which one do you want?”

  She lifts her head and catches a glimpse of my bulge straining to break free. She’s wonderfully sexy, spread-eagled with a strap in her mouth, completely mindless with lust. “Your cock, please, Sir.”

  “Are you offering yourself to me?”

  “I need you inside me,” she says as more saliva dribbles down her chin.

  I smile, pleased with her willingness to accept my cock over the wand—not all women would make the same choice. I reach under the table and pull out the stirrups, wanting to get better access to her tight, warm pussy. “Spit out the strap.” I want to hear her moan as I thrust my length inside of her.

  Her eyes draw together, and I can see she’s piecing together that I could’ve given her the stirrups to use earlier, which would’ve made it easier on her, but that wasn’t the point to this evening.

  I unzip my pants, pushing them down before kicking them to the side. Digging around in my bag, I grab a condom from the box and tear it open with my teeth. My need is so strong, my hands are almost shaking. I can feel it, but it’s not visible—at least, I hope it’s not. Rolling the condom down my shaft becomes a chore; the damn thing barely fits. After a moment of struggle with her eyes watching my every movement, it’s finally in place.

  I step forward, standing between her legs, and I touch her knees with my bare hand. It’s the first flesh-on-flesh contact I’ve had with her in a sexual way. “Are you sure?” I ask because… I don’t know. I’ve never asked someone more than once, but I’m having way too much fun with Alese to do anything to fuck it up.

  “Please fuck me,” she begs, and her eyes plead with me to hurry it the fuck up.

  I fist my cock, stroking it as I take a step closer. “I want you to be mine, Alese. Can you do that? Can you leave your switch behind?” I poke her opening with the tip of my dick and she gasps. “Do you want to become my submissive, my partner?”

  Her eyes widen, and her mouth falls open. I can see her throat bob as she swallows. “Yes. I want to be yours,” she replies with so much conviction that I believe every word.

  “Brace yourself,” I tell her. “You’re in for one hell of a ride.”

  Mine. I push inside of her in one quick, unforgiving thrust.

  Mine. I pull back and spread her knees wider before gripping the tops of her hips in my hands, holding her body so it can’t escape the impact.

  “Are you mine?” I ask her, slamming into her again.

  Her pussy clenches around my cock, sucking me deeper. “Yes, Master,” she moans as tears start to stream down her face.

  Master.

  A week ago, I never would’ve thought I’d be here right now, claiming someone as my own. If anyone would’ve said it would be Alese that I’d choose as my partner, I would’ve told them they were fucking mad.

  Somehow, it happened, though. I am buried balls deep inside her sweet, warm cunt, and I know I am home.

  Epilogue

  ALESE - Six Months Later

  My eyes are downcast as I sit next to Ret, with his hand resting on my thigh. I’m to be seen and not heard until I’m given permission to speak.

  “How are things going with your sub?” Misha asks like I’m an object and can’t hear.

  Ret’s hand tightens in warning because he felt my body tense. “I couldn’t be happier. Alese has come along faster than I would’ve expected.”

  Faster than expected. What the fuck does that mean?

  I glance up with my eyelashes and bite the inside of my cheek to hide my scowl.

  Misha laughs, his hand slapping against the table. “Somehow, you turned someone who couldn’t make a decision about what she wanted to be into the docile creature at your side.”

  “She wasn’t undecided. She just hadn’t found the man to help her accept her true nature.”

  Stella moves slightly, tapping my toe with hers, and I can almost read her thoughts.

  We’ve become friends because our Masters are friends. She’s been a lifesaver. When I have a question I don’t want to ask Ret, which happens often, I turn to Stella for the help.

  “Well, she’s like an entirely different person,” Misha says.

  My fingernails dig into the leather seat because I’m still me. Men seem to overstate their importance in changing us. Stella told me that men just want their egos stroked and to feel important, and I can see how that is true in Misha’s case, maybe. But Ret, he’s an entirely different creature.

  The silent type. The strong man who doesn’t need to say much to convey his message. A little touch is all it takes to let me know how he feels or what he needs.

  By his grip on my leg, he can read my body language, and he is giving me a silent warning not to respond.

  “So how’s work, Ret? Working on an exciting case?”

  “It’s been busy, but some opportunities have opened elsewhere. I may be moving soon,” Ret replies, and it sends my stomach into a tailspin.

  We talked about his possible move last week. I never really knew what Ret did until we started on this journey together. I found out he was a bounty hunter and traveled the world in search of criminals. The thought of him risking his life makes my heart ache.

  “Where to?” Misha asks.

  “I have a few possibilities.” Ret’s being cagey with his answer, and his hand lightens on my thigh before his thumb starts to stroke my skin, calming me.

  “We’ll miss you if you leave. What about Alese?”

  “We haven’t decided if she’ll follow.”

  My body tenses with his response. I did decide, though. I just haven’t shared the news with him. He asked me if I wanted to go with him, and in that moment, I wanted to say yes, but he told me to think about it. I know it’s a big decision, but there’s nothing really here for me without him.

  I would still have my job, but I could be a teacher anywhere. The one thing I wouldn’t have is Ret. He’s not replaceable. I tried for years to find my other half, the one who got me, and now that I’ve finally found him…I won’t lose him.

  “Sorry to cut this short, Misha, but I need to speak with Alese for a while.”

  “I’m sure you’re going to do a lot of talking.” Misha laughs.

  Ret’s hand tightens on my thigh as he pulls me with him out of the booth. I follow behind him, my eyes still staring at the floor and my stomach doing backflips.

  I know exactly where we’re going when we start to climb the steps. We’re not going to talk at all. We’re headed to the private rooms, but instead of going to our usual room, he takes me through a different door.

  “Sit on the bed.” Ret stands at the entrance to the room, holding the door open for me.

  I don’t speak when I walk past him. I sit and fold my hands in my lap, staring at his feet as he walks in my direction.

  “Alese,” he says and kneels on the floor in front of me. “Look at me.” His hands cover mine.

  I drag my eyes to his.

  “We need to talk about me leaving town.”

  I nod slowly, but I don’t speak.

  “Do you want to come with me?”

  I nod again.

  “Speak to me.”

  “Yes, Master Ret. I want to go with you.”

  “You sure you want to give up your job and life here in Texas to follow me?”

  “I’m completely sure. There’s nothing here for me without you.”

  His hand finds my cheek and strokes it so tenderly I can feel tears threatening to form. “It’s a big step, piccola.”

  “I know,” I say in a quiet voice. “But I know what I want, and I want you, Master Ret.”

  His thumb glides across my bottom lip, and my heart skips a beat. “I love you, Alese.”

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