Switched
Anne O’Connell
Midnight Fantasy Press
Electronic Edition
Copyright 2012 by Anne O’Connell
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Prologue
Kali never drove anywhere, but Brad saw no point in asking her why. She always seemed to get where she needed to go and it always seemed someone was heading her way. She was quirky like that. It was just another mystery among the growing mysteries that made up the intense woman sleeping beside him. He ran one finger over the soft curve of her shoulder. A faint, contented sigh escaped her lips and he draped his arm around her, pulling her sleeping body closer to him.
The switch happened unexpectedly. He'd invited the Domme over to show her his dungeon set-up. Sure, in the year or more they’d been friends he'd noticed there was a sexual tension between them, but he'd dismissed it. After all, he would never have gone for another Dominant and neither would she, or so he thought.
That fateful night they sat on the couch with a couple of beers talking about their friend Eric’s new girlfriend, Amy. He’d only turned his head for a second to set the beer down on the table and when he turned back around, Kali leaned forward and kissed him hard on the lips. A slave to his hidden desire to have her, this single kiss excited him. Without too much forethought he did what he normally would have done if a sub took liberties to kiss him unbidden. In one swift motion he took her by the arm and pulled her over his knee. Then he lifted her skirt, took down her panties and smacked her ass with his open hand. When she didn’t protest he smacked her ass again, harder the second time.
She groaned softly, but still didn’t protest or struggle.
It was as good as a green light to continue, so he commenced spanking her beautiful, smooth round ass with his open hand until her skin was red and his cock, still sheathed in his pants, throbbed against her thighs. He slid a finger between her slit only to find her wet and ready for him. Lifting her off of his lap he firmly forced her onto the floor in front of him.
“Get on all fours and beg me to fuck you,” he told her, acutely aware of just how turned on he was.
Much to his surprise, Kali did exactly as she was told and she did a convincing job of it, too. She spread her legs and lifted her ass high into the air. “Please fuck me, Sir.”
That was all it took. He didn’t need her to say it again. He unsheathed his swollen member and slid it deep into her wet, tight wanting hole. She opened herself to him until he was buried deep inside her. Pulling it out completely he paused, enjoying how she pushed back, wanting him. He could feel her desperation and plunged himself back into her. He teased her slowly at first with measured, even strokes, holding her hips so she couldn’t take him into her at her whim. He was the one in control and the one who decided how much of his cock she would take.
“You’re going to take every inch when I decide to give it to you, aren’t you?” he growled in her ear.
She writhed beneath him, moaning and begging him for more. “Please, Sir. Fuck me, Sir.” She wanted him to pound her mercilessly. Drawing in a deep breath he plunged into her again, then steadily he eased himself into a rhythm, feeling her muscles tighten around his shaft, convulsing in ecstasy. It felt so right, so primal, that night he lost complete control and pounded into her with wild abandon until he felt his release. Afterward he went down on her, holding her firmly as she writhed beneath him, bringing her to climax with his firm and nimble tongue.
Afterward, once they both caught their breath and regained their senses, Kali acted as though her switch was nothing strange at all.
“I didn’t know you had it in you to be such a hot submissive, Kal,” he had said.
She laughed and playfully swatted his arm. “Don’t tell anyone. I’m hot no matter which team I’m on.”
“That’s the truth,” he agreed.
After that, she skillfully shrugged her switch off as no big deal.
Chapter 1
It had been a month since Brad and Kali got together. Now, she was a steady visitor to his dungeon and bed, but not as Domme Kali that he’d gotten to know over the past sixteen months. This wasn’t the same Domme who bought whips and spanking benches from the private back room at By the Book, the bookstore and incognito bdsm supply Brad ran with his friend and business partner, Eric. No, this was a different Kali. This Kali was warm and soft, submissive, and even a bit vulnerable. It was as if she’d been submissive to him all along.
He remembered how she seemed afraid the first time he took the cane to her and the first time he put her in rope bondage. Once she gave in to him and realized he wouldn’t hurt her (well, not that much), she relaxed. In the month that followed she seemed more and more willing to put her trust in him. His guess was that someone had hurt her – bad. That fact bothered him. After all, it was in a Dom’s nature to want to protect and take care of his sub, wasn’t it? It was in his nature anyway.
For weeks now he’d been wondering what another man could have done to cause a sub to turn Domme. Of course it was possible he was being paranoid and she really was just a switch. Initially that’s what he thought. He thought her nervousness was due to adjusting to a new Dom; that her switch was probably just natural. After all, a lot of people played on both sides of the fence and Kali really did seem to like dominating women. But now that he’d gotten to know the softer side of Kali, the Domme side seemed fake; forced even. It was as if when she played Domme she was putting on a brave face for the world while also putting up a wall to keep it out. Switches didn’t do that. Well-cared-for subs didn’t pretend to be Dommes to keep other Doms at bay.
He kissed the side of her head, pushed away a few strands of tussled auburn hair from her cheek, and snuggled closer to her. “Babe?” he whispered in her ear.
“Hmm?” she murmured.
This time he pulled back and gently rolled her over before kissing her on the lips. Her eyes slowly fluttered open. He kissed her again and slid his hand over her breast. There were times vanilla sex was just fine with him, and right now, at this moment, he didn’t desire to dominate her. Instead, he just wanted to be with her and to worship her body.
She kissed him back and looked at the clock on the bedside table. “It’s two in the morning,” she protested softly.
“And I want you so much right now,” he whispered back before kissing her neck.
Smiling, she wrapped her arms around him. His lips found hers and they embraced in a deep kiss.
Kissing down her body, he found her left breast and teased the nipple with his tongue. She moaned softly benea
th him and ran her hands through his hair. He couldn’t help but being aroused by her. She smelled like brown sugar and cinnamon and her skin felt like silk. Knowing what tantalized her, he teased her until she was aroused. He mounted her, sliding his erect penis into her. Pushing her hips forward, she embraced him. Together they moved in rhythmic ecstasy until she came against him. When she was finished, he increased his rhythm, finding his own release. Then he held her next to his chest.
Kali wasn’t like other women. There was something he felt about her that he hadn’t felt with others. A deep connection. A longing. It went beyond just wanting her and lusting after her. He actually enjoyed spending time with her and looked forward to their time together. He wanted Kali in his life - completely. He wanted to share his life with her and her to share hers with him. She was even a woman he could see himself married to. He smiled in contentment knowing there would be more than a few of his friends who would find that shocking.
Since their relationship began month earlier he’d learned a few interesting things about her. She finally admitted to him that she didn’t want the expense of a car and hadn’t driven in years. She felt she was doing a service to both her own finances and the planet by not driving. She also liked chocolate chunk ice cream and would eat grapes by the bowl full. She loved kids, which was a surprise since she always had that hard edge about her. But amidst all these things she’d shared with him, she still glossed over the details of her past.
That’s when he made the decision. He needed to find out what had gone so horribly wrong in her past to cause her to pretend to be a Domme around men when she really was, in fact, a sub. If she wouldn’t tell him, he’d find out on his own. It was for her own good, really, he convinced himself. Besides, she was now his sub and she didn’t have a choice in the matter. Even as he thought it he felt a twinge of guilt, but he brushed it off. He’d make sure she didn’t find out.
***
The following afternoon, Brad found himself at By the Book sitting behind the counter at his desk like he spent so many afternoons. He eyed the back of Eric's head warily. There was no easy way to bring it up. "So you realize you let Amy top you from the bottom?"
Eric whirled around, giving him a puzzled look. "What? No, man. It's not like that."
Amy was Eric’s new live-in girlfriend and they’d been together for a few months now. She also worked at By the Book. Their relationship had started in an unusual way when Eric caught Amy snooping around the back room after she’d been told not to. It was a relationship that Brad was pretty sure would lead to a wedding down the road. Eric and Amy were good together.
"It seems to me she's calling the shots, at least at the moment. I think even in the vanilla world that's called whipped." He grinned, knowing Eric would protest.
Eric got defensive like Brad expected. "Well, it's our relationship, so I guess we can do whatever we want. Besides, you're the one always telling me how each bdsm relationship is its own unique animal. Right now we're in an exploratory phase."
Brad shrugged. "I guess you're right. It's just that at first you took some pretty irregular liberties in caging her and treating her like she's been a sub forever with no training, and then you turn around and let her call the shots. I guess I'm not understanding what's up with you two."
"Well, I look at it as I'm helping her explore her submissive sexuality. It pleases me to do that. Besides, it's not like I don't incorporate my wants into that equation," Eric told him. Then added as an afterthought, "Amy is eager to please me and she usually does what I tell her to even when she's unsure about it. And when she doesn't she's punished. I've only gotten the safe word once in the last two weeks. Besides - you're the one who took a single tailed whip to her. How irregular was that?"
"That wasn't just me. That was a collaborative decision between the three of us. You know as well as I do that she sometimes needs pain to bring about an emotional release, otherwise she shuts down. You can't deny that. I guess I'm perplexed at how initially you didn't even work her up to caning or anal plugs. You just kind of jumped into that, too. And yet now she gets to pick and choose?" Brad kind of laughed, knowing he had Eric in a position where he couldn't refute it.
Eric relented. "Okay, so I didn't go slow and I took a lot of liberties with her in the beginning. But she's just so damn... willing to let me do what I want with her. I don't want a sub who always struggles against my demands. I want one who does what I want when I want it. And yes, she does get what she wants but only when I agree with her. She's so damn creative with her kink I can't help but be curious about it myself. That girl has one hell of a unique imagination. Besides, we're not twenty-four-seven and I'm not sure if our relationship is heading in that direction anyway. I'm cool with that. How does that translate to her topping from the bottom again?"
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."
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