Switch (Black Ties Book 2)

by Brynn Ford

  "Seriously?"

  "Yes. I want you to email all of this to me. But not tonight. How long have you been at this?"

  "Today? I've been working on it since I got off the phone with Vaughn."

  "You need to stop for the night. Take a break. Get some sleep. That's an order, Blue."

  "Oh. Okay, Sir."

  I got up, prepared to take my sandwich back upstairs with me because my mind was stuck on the beautiful blonde sleeping in my bed. Which was strange because I had a tempting brunette submissive right there in front of me with no injuries or limitations to speak of.

  I stood and ran a hand over the middle of Desi’s back and bent to kiss the top of her head. Strange again, because the sweet scent of her shampoo didn’t immediately make me want to bend her over the dining room table and take her from behind.

  Though it did still sound like fun, just not nearly as much fun without Ris’ blue eyes blazing into mine while I did it. Perhaps with her on the table, Desi between us, licking my Angel to completion while I fucked.

  Oh, the possibilities.

  "We're going to Black Ties this weekend,” I decided, “Make sure you're properly groomed, Blue."

  "What the fuck does that mean?"

  “Excuse me?” I snapped.

  “Sorry. What the fuck does that mean, Sir?”

  I stepped up close behind her and spoke against her ear, "Shaved, sweetheart. We're going to expose you.”

  Chapter 15

  Ris

  I had been giddy the past couple of days over my night spent in Law's bed.

  Giddy.

  A completely ridiculous word for a completely ridiculous emotion that only little girls should feel.

  But I felt it.

  It felt good.

  And I hated it.

  I hated it because I knew the feeling that followed it and I couldn't allow myself to feel that for him.

  I cannot fall in love with a man that refuses to love me back.

  When it came to our friendship, Law and I worked, we clicked, we took care of each other, we understood each other. But when it came to anything more than that, pieces would start to fall apart faster than I could put them back together.

  Law was a stubborn bastard, and though I loved that about him as a friend with benefits, it was a trait that destroyed our chances at a love life before I could even dream of such a thing beginning. It was the reason I had to keep my emotions in check every moment I was with him.

  It was the exact reason I'd told him not to kiss me, even though I’d let him fuck me. And more.

  It was so much more than fucking.

  No.

  Stop.

  Wrong.

  It was only fucking.

  I literally shook off my feelings with a shiver that crawled up my spine as I stripped down to my underwear in the cool Transition Room at Black Ties. Though I didn’t know all of the details, Law had told me he had a scene planned for Desi, but he'd also promised me something that was just for me. He'd really hyped it up so I was feeling giddy about that, too.

  That stupid word again.

  Giddy.

  "I'm nervous," Desi said beside me, pulling off her shirt, "I feel like I'm getting ready to perform. So many butterflies in my stomach right now."

  "It is like getting ready to perform. You're our own little one-woman-show, Desi-cakes," I grinned at her.

  "Can you tell me anything about what you have planned?"

  Law and I were improvising together, so who knew where the night would lead.

  "Honey, wouldn't that spoil the surprise?"

  "No," she paused, then grinned, "Yes. But can you at least tell me again that all of this is okay with Vaughn?"

  Desi had given us blanket consent to use her however we wanted so long as Vaughn had given his blessing. I think she was tired of fighting her needs, though she was still apprehensive about being unfaithful, particularly given that she felt she already had been.

  I faced her, grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her to face me squarely, "I promise you. Your husband is a kinky fucking bastard and he is good with all of it."

  She cocked her head, "Right, you say that, but is it really true? Have you told him every little thing you have planned for me tonight?"

  I told Desi I had talked to Vaughn, and I had. I couldn’t give him the specifics because I didn’t know all of the details, but he was quite receptive to the idea of an attractive woman, such as myself, doing bad things with his wife. The guy was in jail after all, I figured it didn’t hurt our case to give him something to fantasize about. Needless to say, he agreed.

  I grinned, letting go of her, "I've told him enough. He wants this for you, sweetie. He's just sad he has to miss it. I am, too. You know if he weren’t in jail you’d both be here playing all the damn time. So get the idea that he’s not okay with this out of your head."

  “But it’s different because he’s not here. If he were here, he could tell me what was okay and what wasn’t, I’d feel better about it if –”

  "Stop thinking whatever you're thinking, Blue. That's an order."

  She looked up at me, "Yes, Angel."

  I had trained her to call me that. The more common vernacular might have been "mistress" or "ma'am" or "miss," but I was none of those things, and I most certainly was no man's mistress. So I preferred for submissive Desi to call me Angel. Just as dominant Law called me Angel.

  I rather liked being everyone's Angel. I just hoped I lived up to the name.

  "I'm not gonna lie to you," I told her as I reached for my dress, "Things are gonna get kind of wild tonight."

  She turned back toward her locker, but not fast enough to hide her face flush from me. It was too damn adorable.

  I slipped on my formal wear for the night, wearing an evening gown I had only worn once before, at Law’s request. It was deep purple, the color of royalty, and was made from the softest, most delicate chiffon fabric. It was cinched in around the waist, to highlight my hourglass figure, and the chiffon simply drifted out from there to the floor. A long slit cut the fabric all the up to the very top of my left thigh. The top was held up by thin spaghetti straps, but the V-neck cut all the way down the middle, right to the cinched waist. The dress left very little to the imagination, but still made me feel elegant, like a regal vixen.

  I added an extra pop of bright eye shadow and dark liner for some drama while Desi wiggled into the little black dress Law had me get for her. It was skin tight, stretching down to just above her knees. It had thin spaghetti straps, just like my dress, with a scoop cut neckline and backless all the way down.

  "This dress is uber slutty," she said, shimmying the last little bit of it down over her hips and straightening it out.

  "Yeah, but it looks hot on you," I told her in earnest.

  Desi was such a tiny little thing. I don't think I ever could have pulled off a dress like that, even when I was her age. She had perfectly lovely, perky little boobs and a great ass. I also had a great ass, but decidedly less perky boobs that were about a handful larger. I also didn't do yoga and go running every day like she did, but I was okay with all of that because I knew I was still hot as fuck. We both were, just in different ways.

  Desi worked at strapping on her black high heels, "You look like a perfect, glowing Greek goddess and I'm over here in this hooker dress. Are you sure this is what I should be wearing tonight?"

  "Yes. Requested specifically by Law. He wants you to be the slutty little center of attention."

  "What the hell am I getting myself into?"

  I put my make-up bag back in the locker and pulled out my own strappy stilettos, "Do you want to back out? This is kind of your last chance, sweetie."

  She sighed, "If I were being a good wife, I'd back out now, wouldn't I?"

  I tilted my head, "Vaughn wants you to do this. If you disobey your husband in the context of a consensual dominant-submissive relationship, would that make you a good wife?"

  She considered for
a beat, "No."

  "Then obey him and enjoy yourself tonight. It won't take long for you to get into subspace and you won't even be worrying about it then."

  Desi nodded, "You're right. Brand new lifestyle and all, right?"

  "Right. Now commit to it," I held out my shoes to her, "Put these on me, Blue."

  She smiled and kneeled to do as told, "Yes, Angel."

  Once I had my shoes strapped securely to my feet, we left the Transition Room and met Law in the bar. Desi found him first. He gave her a once over and kissed her cheek, telling her how beautiful she was.

  Maybe I was seeing what I wanted to see, but I thought his eyes left her to look at me sooner than I would have expected.

  Pulling me into a hug, he reached behind me and grabbed my ass, "Well, hello, sweetheart."

  "Getting the party started a little early, are we, Sir?"

  "The party's already begun now that you're here, Angel."

  Giddy.

  I swear to God with this stupid flipping feeling.

  I'd better not start giggling like a school girl next.

  May as well just put my hair in pigtails, for crying out loud.

  He took my hands in his and laced our fingers at our sides. I thought my heart would explode from my chest.

  "How are you feeling? Are you in good shape tonight?"

  "Are you really asking me whether you can lay rough hands on me, Sir?" I gave him a playful smile.

  He looked down my cleavage and I felt a swell of pride as his lips curled into a sideways smile, "I'm putting my hands on you tonight one way or the other. I just want to know if you're up for what I have planned."

  I stepped forward, closing the small space between us, "As I told you before, Sir, I can handle it. I feel fine."

  He let go of one hand to tap his cheek and I leaned forward to kiss where his finger had touched. My lips tingled, lingering there because they simply did not want to leave his skin.

  "So I told you I had a surprise for you tonight," he said to me, stepping back and looking me up and down.

  "Yes, you did. Are you going to tell me what it is, Sir?"

  He grinned, "The throne is in the Party Room."

  "Shut up. Really?" I smiled broadly.

  "Really."

  "The King's Party?"

  "Well, not quite."

  "What does that mean?"

  He kissed me on the cheek, "Hang on."

  He walked to the bar behind us and hopped up onto the top of it, climbing to stand. Desi halted mid-sip of her champagne where she stood in front of our trusted bartender, Joe. Or maybe his name was Justin. I could never remember.

  "Shit," she mumbled as she looked up at Law.

  I held back a laugh.

  Law looked like a chiseled runway God standing up there on that bar top, commanding attention the way he did. His eyes were light, smile genuine, and voice commanding as he gathered the attention of the club members in the overcrowded space. No one had been allowed downstairs yet. No one was ever allowed downstairs before the King on the night of the King's Party.

  That should have been my first clue.

  "Members," he called out and the room went silent, every person in the space turning and giving him their undivided attention.

  "Tonight is a very special night, my friends," he began, "I won't delay the suspense any further. This evening, you've been invited here as an honored guest in attendance of the King's Party."

  He paused in austere silence as the crowd cheered and whooped. I glanced over at Desi who was slowly shifting from deer-in-headlights look to curiously-excited-little-adventure-seeker. She set down her glass of champagne and gave her full attention to Law's announcement.

  "I appreciate that it's been quite some time since I've fulfilled my duties as your King to carry out the tradition of debauchery that our little kingdom has come to expect. While I promise I will guide our exploits tonight, I must inform you that this is no ordinary King's Party."

  He waited, grinning through the hushed wave of whispers.

  "As most of you are aware, Black Ties has recently been witness to a dark event, an event where one member crossed the line of consent and attempted to do great harm to another."

  Asher.

  I swallowed.

  "The King does not tolerate those who cross that line. The vile piece of shit has been banished, charged, he awaits trial in judgment for his crimes. But we will not lament that man. Instead, we will celebrate the woman who survived him."

  Oh.

  What is he doing?

  "I must ask you, my subjects. What is a King without his Queen?"

  "Bored!" someone shouted.

  Another, "Useless!"

  "Horny!" the last one earned a laugh from the crowd.

  Law chuckled with that sexy half smile of his and my stomach clenched delightfully.

  "A King is nothing without his Queen. Tonight, my dear subjects, is no ordinary King's Party, because it’s not the King's Party at all. It’s the Queen's Party."

  Some cheers, some applause, some appreciation.

  I was absolutely beaming.

  Giddy.

  Fucking giddy.

  Best. Surprise. Ever.

  Law held out his hand toward me, "You all know my Angel, yes?" he asked, already knowing the answer, and again I was met with appreciation that fueled me, giving me energy, "Would you like to address your subjects, your Majesty?"

  "Why thank you, Sir," I grinned.

  I loved owning a room.

  "Subjects,” I started, “This is just as much a surprise for me as it is for you. But what a surprise it is! I am honored to be your Queen. And to show my honor and appreciation for your loyal servitude, I offer you the gift of," I paused for dramatic effect, "Entertainment."

  I waved Desi over and she mouthed the words, "Oh, shit," as she came to stand by my side.

  I put my arm around her shoulders, “Now I'm sure most of you have seen this pretty little one roaming around as Law's guest. You may have seen her here with her husband," I said it as if it were a taboo word and it was met by a few disapproving sounds, "But her husband isn't here tonight and it is our wish to defile her for your viewing pleasure. Subjects, what do you say? Will this supple flesh satisfy your sick, twisted, depraved souls?"

  Someone from the back shouted, "Turn her around!" followed by agreement and laughter.

  I pulled at her shoulder, "Turn around, Blue," I ordered and she obeyed, "Bend over."

  "Oh, dear God," she muttered, bending just slightly at the waist.

  I smacked her ass to please the crowd before rubbing my hand over it, "What do you think? Will she do?"

  "Take it off!" someone else offered.

  "Patience, subjects," Law ordered and a hush fell over the room, "It's time. Members, please, congregate downstairs in the Party Room. When my Queen and I arrive with your entertainment, the Queen's Party shall begin!"

  Guests moved immediately and orderly toward the back of the room. The three of us waited upstairs until all of the party guests had filtered past the bouncer and disappeared downstairs into the Members Only area.

  Law grabbed Desi by both shoulders, "Check in with me before we start this, Blue. Once we go down there, it begins, and I'll expect you not to disappoint our guests."

  "Um…Green, Sir?"

  He grabbed her chin and forced her head up to look at him, "Is that a question?"

  "No. I'm…I want to do this, Sir.”

  He grinned at her, "Yeah? Well, you're gonna have to prove it, because I'm not sure I believe you."

  Desi looked up at him with a determined expression, "Tell me how to prove it and I will, Sir."

  "Ask your Queen," he replied.

  Desi exhaled looking at me, "What do you want me to do, Angel?"

  “On your knees, sweet one,” I commanded softly.

  Desi dropped to her knees in front of us, sitting back on her heels and bowing her head.

  “Tell me what you are tonight, Blue,�
�� I ordered.

  “I’m…” she paused, unsure of what I wanted to hear, “I’m your entertainment.”

  “Yes, you are my entertainment. And Law’s. And all of our subjects. And what are you willing to do to entertain us, Blue?”

  “Anything, Angel.”

  “Anything? How can I know that’s true?”

  She exhaled, long and slow, and the words that followed were steady and true.

  “Take me downstairs and give me a command and I will show you that I’m willing to do anything to entertain you, Angel. And you, Sir.”

  “Reach between your legs and touch yourself,” I told her.

  Without pause, her fingers fell between her thighs as she wiggled them to part, just enough to grant her access. She hadn’t even stopped to question my order for her to violate a rule of the establishment. Members and guests weren’t allowed to engage in sexual play upstairs.

  She simply obeyed.

  “Stop,” Law barked, and her hand stilled in place.

  He moved behind me as we both watched Desi there on the floor, on her knees, willing to touch herself for our entertainment in a public space.

  Law’s fingertips were on my shoulders, delicate and light, “Has she given you enough proof that she’s ready, Angel?”

  I nodded, “She’s ready.”

  "Then let's begin."

  Chapter 16

  Ris

  Law stepped to my side and did something I never would have seen coming as I prepared to walk behind him. He held out his elbow and smiled at me.

  "Walk beside me, Angel."

  Oh.

  What?

  I belonged to Law for a full eight months before Asher and never once had he asked me to walk beside him. Never once had I seen him ask any other submissive to walk beside him aside from the newbies the first night he showed them around Black Ties.

  My poor, heartbroken, traumatized brain grabbed hold of this seemingly innocent gesture and clung to it, blowing it way out of proportion, assigning meaning to it that probably wasn't really there. It gave me this strange sense, an odd mixture of hope paired with dread. Hope that something more was possible with Law. Dread that it truly meant nothing at all.

  This is just part of the scene.