Light Switch

by Lauren Gallagher

  Byron took my place on the massage table, and I sat over him. My knees were precariously close to the edges, but his hands on my hips assured me I was going nowhere, whether on my own volition or gravity’s. He guided me down onto him, grinning at the pitiful moan I released when his cock made contact with my G-spot.

  He must have known how badly I wanted to ride him hard and fast, because he forced me to do the exact opposite, just as Scott had done the first time. I bit my lip, suppressing a whimper as he eased me down onto his cock. Every ridge and contour made its presence known inside me, sliding agonizingly slowly in and out, taunting me with a mere taste of all the sensations his cock would give me if he’d let me fuck him hard.

  “Keep going just like that,” he ordered. “Do not change your speed unless I allow it. Understood?”

  I nodded.

  “Understood?” he growled.

  “Yes, Sir,” I said quickly

  He lifted his hands off my hips, resting them on my thighs. His hands were close enough now to catch me were I to fall, but they no longer hindered my movement. I gritted my teeth. Without his restrictive grasp, I had nothing but his command to keep me in control. My body begged for the pleasure that would come if I—

  Slap. The distinctive sound of leather hitting skin stopped my breath in my throat.

  Slap. Harder this time.

  Slap. My muscles quivered and my skin sought the flogger’s tails, silently begging for the next contact to be with my back instead of Scott’s palm.

  “What did I say about your speed?” Byron’s sharp voice brought me back to the present. I hadn’t realized I’d gained speed, but the intensifying tingling in my pussy told me I had done just that.

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” I whispered. My legs trembled beneath me as I struggled to maintain the slowness he demanded. My senses searched the air around and behind me for the leather tails, seeking their touch, wishing for only a moment’s telepathy so I could plead with Scott to hit me.

  A soft whoosh put the entire world in suspended animation.

  I waited.

  Wanted.

  Anticipated.

  And half a heartbeat later, I was rewarded with the gentle percussion of leather on the back of my shoulder. The tails hit my skin and stayed there for a split second before sliding down and away. I bit my lip and whimpered, hoping for more.

  Whoosh. Slap. I moaned and closed my eyes.

  Whoosh. Slap. Harder this time, just enough to sting the way he knew I loved it.

  Whoosh. Slap. Half sting. Half thud. Fucking perfect.

  The universe faded around us as the three of us fell into a delicious, slow rhythm. With every upstroke, the flogger hit my left side. With every downstroke, my right. Byron’s cock slid over my G-spot as the tails slid down my back, and when Scott gave me permission to come, everything—my body, my awareness—liquefied. Every stroke of leather heated my skin while every stroke of Byron’s cock sent cool, electric pulses straight through me.

  My orgasm rose and fell, and though I was certain I couldn’t take another second, neither Scott nor Byron relented. One fucked me, one flogged me, and they demanded orgasm after orgasm from me until I could hold myself up no longer. I collapsed over Byron, gasping for breath and trembling, without a clue where my climaxes ended and the endorphins began.

  He grabbed my hips and kept driving himself into me, thrusting upward until he groaned against my neck and came.

  Scott’s flogger stopped.

  Byron’s thrusts stopped.

  And I just breathed.

  Chapter 20

  After Charlotte and Byron left, and I’d drunk a bottle of water at Scott’s insistence, he had me lie facedown on the table. He rubbed my shoulders gently and leaned down to kiss my cheek.

  “I’m going to get some lotion,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

  I nodded, murmuring something like “okay.” He probably didn’t go far, just to the chest of drawers in the corner, but my universe didn’t extend beyond the sea of endorphins in which I was swimming, so he may as well have left the planet. I didn’t even realize he’d come back until he draped a soft blanket over me.

  He folded it back to leave my shoulders and upper back exposed to the cooling air in the room. His leather pants creaked and the table shifted slightly as he sat beside me.

  A bottle clicked. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the whisper of Scott’s hands rubbing together. Then he put his palms on my back and gently kneaded my shoulders.

  “You did well tonight,” he said. “I’m proud of you.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” My heart fluttered. While Byron’s praise had driven me and encouraged me, it was Scott’s approval that meant the difference between breathing easily and not.

  Tonight had been an interesting step. I’d submitted to someone else. I’d participated not only in a threesome, but one with two Doms. Submitting to Byron at Scott’s command had been one thing. But what about one-on-one? Could I wholly submit to another like I did to Scott? I supposed it was possible. Lying here, though, with Scott’s hands and voice soothing me and bringing me back to earth, I didn’t want to. I may have surrendered temporarily to Byron, submitted mind and body to his will, but Scott was undeniably my Master.

  “How are you feeling?” Scott’s gentle voice brought me out of my thoughts.

  “Tired, Sir,” I whispered.

  He leaned down and kissed my cheek. “I’m not your Master anymore tonight.” He ran his fingers lightly up and down either side of my back. “You don’t have to address me as Sir for the rest of the night.” My muscles relaxed beneath his hands as he verbally relinquished control.

  As I wound down beneath Scott’s soothing, gentle touch, my mind reeled at everything I’d just experienced. Beyond just the threesome and submitting to two Doms, there was also the fourth person in the room. I’d known for a while that I was an exhibitionist, but this was something entirely new. Being watched from a window was thrilling, but having someone in the same room? Charlotte’s whimpers and moans had driven me almost as much as all the things Scott and Byron had done to my body.

  Having a voyeur right there, up close and personal, was hot. What if, the next time Scott and I were in my bedroom, Matt wasn’t watching from across the alley? What if he was right there in the same room?

  Oh, if I could talk him into that…

  A violent shiver ran up my spine.

  “You okay?” Scott asked.

  I nodded.

  Still rubbing my back, he said, “Keeping up with two Masters isn’t easy, but you did well. Byron was pleased, as am I.” His lotion-slickened hands drew smooth, gentle circles on my skin, the steady motions lulling me almost to sleep. “Would you be interested in playing with him again?”

  Oh God, would I ever. “Mm-hmm,” I murmured.

  “I had a feeling you would. Maybe we’ll have to invite him over one night.”

  “Charlotte, too?”

  “If you want her there, then I’m sure that can be arranged.” He trailed a fingertip between my shoulder blades. “You’re not getting curious about women, too, are you?”

  “It’s not that,” I slurred. “I just liked having her watch.”

  “Ah, that’s right,” he said. “My little exhibitionist.”

  “Like you don’t enjoy it.”

  “I absolutely do.” His lips touched the back of my shoulder. “But the fact that you get off on it turns me on too. It takes a woman who’s incredibly comfortable in her own skin to be that confident getting naked and getting fucked in front of people.”

  “Or a woman who’s too turned on to remember whether or not she’s comfortable in her own skin.”

  He laughed, his breath cooling my skin. “You have no reason not to be, Krissy.”

  “Well, I don’t know about that,” I said. “But I do know that I like being watched. Having her tied and forced to watch was definitely hot.”

  “Oh, yeah, you could say that.”

 
; I craned my neck slightly, trying to shoot him a playful glare. “So, if Charlotte had been at your disposal tonight, would you have fucked her?”

  “Probably.” The heels of his hands slid slowly up the sides of my back. “Byron and I have shared her before.”

  “How would that have worked, then?” I asked. “If you were with her, then would I have been alone with him?”

  “If you were comfortable with it.” His hands started back down. “I wouldn’t have been out of the room, of course. Not unless you specifically told me you were okay being completely alone with him.” He kept one hand on the small of my back and, with the other, caressed my face. “There are a million things we can do with four people, but we wouldn’t have done anything you weren’t comfortable with, I promise you that.”

  “Good to know.”

  The hand on my back went to my arm. “Do you think I’d put you in a situation without knowing—”

  “No, no, not at all.” I looked at him over my shoulder. “I didn’t mean to imply that. It’s just, you know, this is all so new.”

  He smiled. “Just need some reassurance?”

  “I guess, yeah.”

  “That’s a smart thing, actually.” He smoothed my hair. “Better to get reassurance than to assume.” He patted my shoulder gently. “Sit up.” I did, swinging my legs over the edge of the table, and he sat beside me. He pulled the blanket around my shoulders. With one hand, he kept the blanket in place.

  “Whatever we do,” he said, “I want you to trust me, but if you ever have doubts, I’m encouraging you to question me.”

  “But, you’re the Dom—”

  “Yes, I am, but I’m not a dictator. Yes, I expect you to submit to me and obey me, but not if I’m pushing you too far. If something scares you, or you’re afraid I’m going to hurt you or put you in a situation you’re not comfortable with, I fully expect you to call me on it.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “That way, something like what happened the other night won’t happen again.” Caressing my cheek, he said, “Tonight, were you uncomfortable coming in here with Byron and Charlotte?”

  “No. I would have said something if I was.”

  “That’s all I ask.” He kissed me lightly. “Like I’ve told you from the beginning, I’m in this for your trust and your submission, not fear.” Before I could respond, he kissed me again, drawing it out. For the longest time, we kissed lazily.

  He wanted my trust and submission, and he had them. From the beginning, he’d had them, and that only deepened every time we played together. The more we did this, the further he pushed my boundaries past the confines of vanilla sex, the more I trusted him. The more I surrendered to him. I’d gone into this expecting whips, chains, and hot sex, but there was so much more now. With the deepening trust came a degree of intimacy I hadn’t expected. We were closer than we’d ever been before, and the closer we got, the more I wanted him.

  He jumped when I slid my hand over the front of his tight leather pants.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, grinning into his kiss.

  “Just caught me by surprise,” he laughed. “I figured you’d be exhausted by now.”

  “No one’s done anything for you tonight, though.”

  He smiled into another kiss. When our lips separated again, he whispered, “You’ve done plenty for me, baby, trust me.”

  “You haven’t come yet.”

  Grinning, he pulled away enough to look me in the eye. “I suppose you could always help me with that, couldn’t you?”

  “I guess I could, couldn’t I?”

  He leaned in to kiss me again. “Don’t let me stop you.”

  “I’m not sure how much more my pussy can take tonight, though,” I laughed.

  Running his thumb across my lower lip, he whispered, “Doesn’t have to be your pussy, does it?”

  “No, it certainly doesn’t.” I dropped my gaze.

  He lifted my chin. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing’s wrong.” I swallowed hard. “But, what if…” Nerves held the words back.

  Scott touched my face with the backs of his fingers. “What if, what?”

  I chewed my lip and finally managed to look him in the eye. “What if I said I wanted to try something, um, new?”

  He cocked his head. “Such as?” Then his eyebrows jumped. “Wait, you mean,” he paused. “Do you mean anal?”

  In spite of my nerves, I nodded.

  He blinked. “Are you sure? I thought that was something you absolutely didn’t like.”

  “I’ve never done it. Never wanted to.”

  “And you want to now?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you sure that won’t be too much tonight?” he asked, running his fingers through my hair. “I mean, with everything else you’ve had thrown your way…”

  “I guess it’s piqued my sense of adventure.”

  He grinned. “And I do love your sense of adventure.” His expression turned more serious. “Are you really sure you want to try this?”

  “I assume, like everything else, we’ll stop if I don’t like it?”

  “Absolutely,” he said quickly. “That applies to anything and everything. Always.”

  “Is this going to,” I hesitated. “You know, does it—”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Yeah.”

  “If it does, then I’m doing something wrong.”

  “Then what are we waiting for?” Because if we wait much longer, I’ll lose my nerve.

  He laughed and kissed me again before he stood. “It’s a damned good thing they keep these rooms well-stocked with lube, because I don’t have any with me.”

  “What luck,” I murmured.

  He got some lube out of the chest of drawers and a condom from his pocket. He set the condom on the table, keeping the lube in his hand.

  “I’m going to start with just my fingers,” he said. “That’ll help you get used to it and relax before we go any further.”

  Relax. That’s going to happen. I said nothing, just nodded.

  “It would be easier in bed, but this will do.” He gestured at the table. “Lean over it, on your forearms. If your back or legs start getting uncomfortable, just let me know.”

  I swallowed hard, then turned to do as he said. His hand caught my arm.

  “Are you absolutely sure about this?” he whispered.

  “Yes, I am.” I think. I think I am. Maybe.

  He cocked his head, and I was sure he saw right through me. But he released my arm. “Okay. But if you’re not, you can use your safe words, tell me to stop, whatever you need to do.”

  “I know.” I leaned over the table, closing my eyes as his hand drifted down my back.

  My breath caught when he picked up the lube bottle. The top clicked. Then he set it down beside me again. Oh God, we’re really doing this.

  He rested his hand on my hip, though one finger was noticeably absent. I had no doubt I’d feel that one soon enough.

  His hand moved from my hip to my lower back, then continued down. He cupped my ass with his palm, caressing me with his thumb, but his gentle touch couldn’t quite distract me from the one finger that wasn’t touching me.

  “This might be a little cold,” he said. “I just don’t want it to startle you.”

  “I think I’ll be okay,” I said through gritted teeth.

  “Don’t forget to breathe, babe. The more relaxed you are, the more comfortable it’ll be.” My mind immediately read between the lines: The more tense you are, the more likely it is to hurt.

  Somehow, that didn’t help me relax.

  “You’re not breathing.” There was a playful lilt in his voice. “When I say to relax, I don’t mean you should pass out.”

  I laughed, and that gave me an excuse to release my breath.

  “Good girl.” His hand moved between my buttocks, and it took everything I had to keep breathing just then.

  In spite of his warning, the coolness of the lube startled me. I
gasped, but when I exhaled, the tension slowly melted away. Knowing he was that close, that we were this close to putting this in the present tense instead of future, was surprisingly calming. With his finger pressing against me, moving forward was inevitable, and I surrendered.

  “When I push in,” he said, “push back a little.” He did. I did. And his fingertip was inside me. Moving slowly, gently. Sliding in, withdrawing, sliding in a little further.

  A slight twinge made me flinch. It wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable. It wasn’t even uncomfortable, just…different. I tensed, expecting it to get worse.

  Scott’s hand stopped moving. “Relax,” he whispered, running his other hand up and down my side. “Just relax, baby, you’re doing fine.”

  I exhaled and listened to his voice repeating those words in my mind. With every breath, I convinced myself to relax a little more.

  “Think you can handle two fingers?” he asked.

  I nodded. As he withdrew his finger slowly, I closed my eyes, wondering how much more intense it would be now.

  The lube bottle clicked again.

  A second fingertip pressed against me, meeting marginally more resistance than the first had.

  Scott’s other hand squeezed my shoulder. “Breathe, Krissy.”

  I released the breath I’d been holding. As I did, my entire body relaxed, and his fingers slid into me much more easily. He made a few slow, gentle strokes, then stopped.

  “Does this feel okay?” he asked. “Any pain or anything?”

  I shook my head.

  After a moment, his fingers started moving again, withdrawing slowly before sliding back in. The more he did it, the more accustomed I became to the unusual sensation. With every stroke, it was less uncomfortable. What began as an intense, alien feeling became a feeling that was simply intense. It wasn’t like having his fingers in my pussy, but it was arousing in its own right.

  “Are you okay?” His voice was low and soothing.

  “Yeah, I’m fine.”

  “Does this hurt at all?”

  “No.”

  “Is it uncomfortable?”