The Switch

by Diane Whiteside

  When he had reduced that foot and its attached limb to something resembling a warm puddle, he spoke again.

  “Other foot, honey.”

  She opened one eye to look at him when he stopped. Both legs were relaxed now and totally sensitized to his touch. They lolled open, allowing him clear sight of her folds and the dew covering them. She was hot and wet and bothered, more than willing and ready for his next move.

  “Now watch me take off the stockings.”

  She obeyed, enjoying how his thumb found the sensitive point behind her knee. She liked feeling his rough hand there, without the silk to hide even the slightest contact. Her eyes tried to close, so she could focus more on his fingers, but she managed to keep them open. He had ordered her to do so, after all.

  He stroked the inside of her thighs, unerringly returning to the same spots that he’d mapped once before with his mouth.

  “Lie down, honey, and show me your breasts.”

  She blinked at him, then obeyed reluctantly. Her hands slowly circled her breasts, then followed the delicate white veins to her aureoles. She cupped and lifted her breasts out to him, rubbing her thumbs over her nipples and trying desperately to entice him closer.

  He sat quite still and watched her.

  Beth bit her lip and started again. This time, she half-closed her eyes and acted simply to please herself. The movements came more easily and her breasts responded eagerly, swelling and rising into her touch. She moaned and closed her eyes, arching her back to let her nipples push against her palms. She twisted and tugged one fat pink bud, gasping at the hot surge that flooded her body.

  Suddenly Sean leaned forward and covered her breasts with his big hands, stopping her movement. Her eyes flashed open to stare at him.

  “Take your hands away,” he growled. She obeyed, running her tongue over her lower lip in anticipation.

  He stayed still, simply encasing her with the rough warmth of his skin. Beth took a deep breath and tried to make her chest move against those tormenting hands. His mouth twitched but he didn’t shift a muscle. She rocked her torso back and forth, trying to get the sensations she craved.

  “Freeze,” he snapped and she did so, startled by his tone of voice.

  “Please, Sean,” she begged, feeling the wetness gliding down her thighs. “Please!”

  “Are you hungry, pretty lady?” he asked, his voice deepening. “Do you want me to handle your tits?”

  “Yes!”

  “Maybe…” he drawled. Beth whimpered but waited for him.

  “Pretty lady,” he said again. Then he finally handled her. He traced veins and muscles, mapped nerves until she wriggled, desperate for release.

  “Please, Sean! Please, I need more! Ohmygawd,” she gasped as he finally took her into his mouth. Her head fell back and she clutched him closer, until his body half-covered hers.

  He grunted something but never broke contact with his mouth. Something in her bones noted that he was a fast learner, as his early awkwardness soon fell to a focused certainty. Maybe he was just a good observer.

  “Sean!” she yelped at the first nip. He stopped immediately. “Damn you, Sean, more!”

  She yanked at his head and he chuckled, only to start using lips and tongue and teeth to drive her wild. She writhed under him, pleading for more. He gave it to her with his hand, shoving three fingers inside that to vault her into climax.

  She started to come down from the peak, gasping for breath. But his hand never stopped. He kept thrusting into her, riding her without mercy until she begged again for more. Then he moved to the other breast and repeated the process until she shattered again.

  She sucked in a deep breath when his hand covered her navel. His head lifted and he watched intently as she shivered under his light touch.

  “Here too?”

  “Oh yes, Sean. It’s, not, called, my center…Ohgawd…for nothing.” She tried to breathe as her body fluttered and tightened under his explorations. His finger circled, then probed into her navel.

  What would happen when his mouth found her navel? Two more orgasms, the second when two of his big fingers found a new spot deep inside her. Stars burst behind her eyes and she arched off the bed when he repeated his attack on her G-spot.

  She would have stretched like a well-fed cat if she’d had any remaining energy, when he finally lifted his head. He didn’t touch her and she tried to open her eyes.

  “Sean?”

  “Roll over now.”

  Beth’s eyes widened at the command in his voice. She wouldn’t be able to guide him with her hands then, only respond to whatever he chose to do. She would have to totally yield and he knew it. But he demanded her consent first.

  Hunger that she’d thought more than satisfied rushed back into her.

  Chapter Six

  Thursday, 1 AM

  Sean looked down at the woman sprawled below him, her chest heaving and her brown eyes wide as she considered his order. Then she gathered herself together with a visible effort and turned onto her stomach, exposing her beautiful backside to him. She turned her head towards him and hummed at the look on his face.

  Damn, but she was the most gorgeous creature he’d ever seen. Strong shoulders and back, narrow waist leading to the flared hips, long legs above those elegant feet. His mouth went dry for the rich globes of her buttocks. Diamonds gleamed at her ears and wrists against the ivory silk of her skin.

  His dangerous lady, laying herself down for his pleasure.

  He started at her neck, leaning over to touch her as delicately as possible. She shivered at the contact, telling him wordlessly that she liked this. He grew bolder in his explorations, exploring points that his readings had mentioned and following the clues of her body’s response. She moaned and writhed, her eyes closing in primal anticipation.

  He nipped her shoulder, remembering that she had enjoyed roughness elsewhere. She jerked and sighed, relapsing into shudders as he eased the mark with his tongue.

  “You are so damn good at this,” she gasped, her voice barely recognizable. He growled his success and nipped her again. Soon she was trembling under him as much as she ever did for caresses to her breasts.

  He worked his way down her back and over her sweet ass. He hesitated there: would she permit this lust of his? If she refused, he’d honor that, of course. Still, he slipped his hand between her legs and encouraged her craving, without permitting release.

  When she was almost incoherent under him, he spread her buttocks to see what was hidden in the cleft. Hell, her asshole was small and sweetly puckered. What would it be like to ride it? Better not to try that so soon.

  Still, he snatched a dam from the pile he’d dropped on the nightstand and covered her asshole. Then he kissed down from her spine, waiting for any objection.

  “Sean! Oh yes, how did you know?” Her hips bucked back at him and twitched restlessly under his hands’ pressure. He snarled in triumph and went to work in earnest, using his fingertip to tantalize her clit while his mouth thoroughly enjoyed all the sensitive points around her asshole.

  She came under his encouragement, sobbing something in Japanese as her pelvis tried to grind itself onto him.

  He rolled her onto her back afterwards, shivering slightly at how boneless she felt. She yawned and stretched slightly, then looked up at him. Her chocolate brown eyes blinked like a Siamese cat waking up on a sunny day, pleased with life now but willing to find more fun.

  He had taken Beth to this level of sexual fulfillment but she was still ready to go further. This time was for him, she had said, but she looked as if she’d enjoy just as much as he did.

  Even Mrs. Wolcott had never hunted for this much excitement.

  “What next, darling?”

  He smiled tightly at the lust shining in her voice. His cock couldn’t wait for many more options. Maybe she was ready now to take him inside her. At least she wasn’t afraid of his cock’s size.

  “I want to come inside you, honey.”

 
Her eyes leaped. To his shock, she gushed wet against his hand where it rested between her legs.

  “Oh yes, that’s what I want,” she agreed hoarsely.

  “We’ll go slow, honey.”

  She chuckled and shook her head at him. “You don’t have to, on my account. You’ve made me more than ready for that big cock of yours.”

  “Damn, honey,” he breathed. His fingers circled and pressed against her. She wriggled against him, opening herself up to him, as he stroked and played. Two fingers, then three glided into her. She moaned happily as her hips rocked against his hand.

  Four fingers fit into her, stretching her wide. Beth groaned, blatantly enjoying being fucked by his hand.

  Sean stood up and stripped with more urgency than art. Beth watched him, her fingers twitching on her thighs.

  “Play with yourself, honey. Keep that fire burning for me while I get dressed for you.”

  He cursed under his breath when she obeyed. Years of watching videos couldn’t compare to seeing a woman fondle herself at his request. He managed to grab a condom from the new stash in his wallet and fumbled it over his cock. He needed to practice looking good at this but she didn’t seem to mind.

  Finally, he knelt between her legs. He leaned forward to kiss her so she wouldn’t be too frightened. She touched his shoulder before he came close.

  “Do you want to watch, Sean?”

  He blinked.

  “See yourself enter me? Fucking me?”

  “Hell, yes,” he rumbled.

  She spread her legs wide. He didn’t need a second invitation before he took his cock in his hand and guided it carefully into her. She took him sweetly, her breathing deepening as her body flexed around him.

  Sean took a deep breath and kept pushing in.

  “More, darling, ” she sighed, watching their joining as avidly as he did.

  “Fuck,” he growled at the sight. “Oh fuck,” he growled again as still more disappeared. Then only the last inch was left in sight.

  “Give me everything, darling,” she said clearly.

  He stared at her, startled.

  “All of you, Sean. I can take you.” She shifted under him, lifting her hips and wriggling slightly. His cock disappeared into her until their hair kissed and she smiled like a Mona Lisa. She stretched, settling herself more firmly around him. Her eyes half-closed and her muscles squeezed his cock in welcome.

  He made a sound that his primate ancestors would have understood. She was the first woman to take the full length of his cock.

  “Fuck me hard, darling.”

  He snarled again and his control broke. His body lunged into action, hammering her. She would be bruised in the morning, maybe unable to walk, and he didn’t care. He needed this woman now, needed this ride with an intensity he had never felt before.

  And Beth responded to his urgency, throwing her hips up at him and grabbing his cock deep inside her. He grunted and growled, snarling sounds without words or tone, as lust boiled up within him. He rubbed her clit hard, snarling at her to hurry.

  He drove their bodies up to the pinnacle as if it was a fortress to be stormed, then hurled himself into his climax like a victory. His entire body shook with the effects, leaving him half-blind and shuddering in the aftermath.

  He managed a single half-coherent thought: had she finished? Then he felt her orgasm’s echoes dying away through her body. He took a deep breath and fell asleep immediately, still inside and on top of her.

  * * * * *

  Sean yawned as he watched the coffee pot brewing the caffeine he needed. Her phone had rung far too early in the morning for his body. Maybe he was just getting old; he’d lasted longer without sleep during Ranger School. Still, he sure as hell hadn’t this kind of fun then.

  They’d said quick goodbyes after she ended the call. Now he only had to wait until tomorrow night to see her again. And get the ridiculous facial, manicure and pedicure over with before then. She’d reminded him of that step, although he hadn’t forgotten and would have carried out that requirement. Orders were orders, no matter how silly they felt.

  Sean stopped at Crissy’s spa that morning to see if she could help him. They’d met in the Army, where she’d been a helicopter crew chief, and he’d helped her start up this business. Now, she ran one of the most successful day spas in the Pacific Northwest at this remodeled bungalow overlooking Lake Washington.

  “Good to see you, Sean! What can I do for you?”

  “I, ah, wanted to get some work done and I hoped that you could tell me where to go.”

  “Sure. If I’ve got an answer, I’ll give it. Shoot.”

  “I need to get a facial, manicure and pedicure and I have to do it today.” He looked straight at her, daring her to make a comment about his request.

  Crissy blinked briefly, then became all business. He remembered her briskness from the Gulf, where she’d been a five-foot bundle of energy that terrified most of the men she met.

  “You’ll do that here, Sean. Think I’ll let you go anyplace else?” He was grateful that she didn’t fuss over him.

  “I don’t want to bother you or take away from your regular customers…”

  “Don’t worry about that. We’ve had a couple of cancellations so there’s slots to spare.”

  “Okay.” He took a deep breath now that he was committed to this craziness.

  “How much time do you have?”

  “I’ve got the day open. Some meetings cancelled for me too. So whenever you can fit me in.”

  “Then you’ll spend the whole day here and we’ll get you out in time for dinner. Relax; we provide lunch.”

  “What? How the hell can a guy spend the entire day here?” The listening receptionist gave a strangled laugh, which she quickly turned into a cough.

  “The gentleman’s day package has hydrotherapy including an underwater massage, a full body polish, sports massage, cleansing facial, pedicure and manicure, scalp treatment, and a haircut. We can substitute a deep tissue massage for the sports massage if you’d prefer. My hair stylist is ex-Army so he knows high and tight, like your cut. All on the house, of course.”

  “Crissy!”

  “We made the deal when I first started out, remember? All those hours that you personally spent remodeling this place, I’d repay you in kind. So you’re just letting me work off that debt. Any objections?”

  “Uh, no, that’ll be fine.” He recognized the futility of arguing with her. And the more time he spent here, the happier she’d be squaring the old debt. “The gentleman’s day package it is.”

  An hour later, Sean knew that he’d been suckered in by the starting hydrotherapy. He’d had a lot of massages before while recovering from that back injury, including hydrotherapy. He’d even felt right stripping down to the buff, given the impersonal atmosphere here that reminded him of the hospital’s physical therapists. Seawater had been a different touch but the basics had still felt familiar. He’d simply relaxed into the big tank, enjoying the jets of water pounding the muscle tension out of him.

  It had left him so mellow, in fact, that he hadn’t blinked when Joe produced the strange goop to rub on him. But he’d smelled enough to wonder what was going on.

  Sean sniffed suspiciously. What was this stuff? It felt like honey but couldn’t be.

  “What are you using for the massage?” Was this the “body polish” step Crissy had mentioned? What the hell was a body polish? He tried to keep his voice casual.

  “Dead sea salts, sir, mixed with aromatherapy oils,” Joe answered quietly, his slender fingers kneading the stuff into Sean’s shoulders.

  “Sea salt?” Didn’t Mike use that for cooking?

  “A very special kind of sea salt, sir, imported from Israel just for this purpose. Folks have been swearing by this for thousands of years.” He continued to work it into Sean’s back.

  Sean tried to figure out what was really going on. Joe was rubbing salt, mixed with smelly oils, into his entire body. What was the purpo
se? What man spent money for smooth skin?

  “Please relax, sir,” Joe asked, sounding as if he made this request every day.

  Sean swore under his breath. Craziness but he couldn’t walk out now. He began the breathing exercises he’d learned in the hospital until he was loose enough that Joe could go back to work.

  Joe finally finished and left the room while the stuff worked on Sean’s skin.

  Sean closed his eyes and tried to sleep. Maybe this would be over sooner if he didn’t think about what was going on.

  Sean let himself quietly into the big old house, glad to finally be home. He’d been away on deployment for weeks, unable to see his lady. Thankfully, nobody’d gotten seriously injured and now he could finally relax. He dropped his duffel by the stairs and went hunting.

  He spotted her from the kitchen windows, sunbathing face down in the backyard, her ivory skin gleaming in the dappled sunlight. She liked to soak up rays, covered only by her favorite rich lotion when it was this hot, protected from prying eyes by the old oak tree. Her back rose and fell slowly as she slept, her raven hair pulled away from her neck and one arm brushing the grass.

  He was on her in seconds, his big body covering hers on the lounger and his hips snug against her sweet ass. He rubbed himself against her, tasting the outer approach to her hot crack that he’d soon invade.

  “Damn, honey, you are so hot,” he growled against her hair.

  “Sean! You’ll ruin your uniform! Get off me!” She bucked under him, trying to twist away from him.

  He captured her hands and yanked them over her head, cuffing them in one of his big paws and leaving the other free to find her breast.

  “You’re mine, mine for fucking, mine for anything I damn well please.”

  Her skin was slick and greasy, making it difficult to hold her. He felt the oil soaking through his sleeve where it pinned her arm.

  “Sean, the cleaners can’t save your uniform!” She writhed harder, fighting to get free. His uniform’s buttons rippled across her back as she slid away from him, nearly getting out from under him.