Switch master 6 ink and.., p.17
Switch Master: 6 (Ink and Kink), page 17
On edge now, Sam started to pull the pants on over the onesie.
“One question, Master Taran,” she said, remembering to go down to the floor on her knees and assume the position he’d taught her. “May I have your permission to remove the anal toy before we go outside?”
“Why do you need it removed, Samantha?”
“It’s incredibly distracting.”
“And?”
“It makes me want to say yes to anything you want to do to me, anal sex included.”
“Are you ready to admit that you want me to fuck your ass?”
“Almost, I simply need a little more time to come to terms with the idea that it won’t hurt.”
“Doll, sometimes things hurt in a good way.”
“That’s not helping, Taran. Can I remove the toy?”
“Because you asked nicely, and you told the truth, yes. Come, I’ll do it for you.”
He held out his hand and she took it, appreciating the help up. Taran turned her about, unbuttoned the back flap on the onesie and carefully removed the toy from its place.
“Thank you,” she said after he buttoned her up again.
“You’re welcome.”
Taran dropped a kiss on the top of her head and walked off toward the bathroom. She could hear the sink splash and figured he was washing off the toy. While he was gone, she pulled on the snow pants. They were old, but they were warm and fit her after a couple modifications and the suspenders went up over her shoulders.
Taran returned from the bathroom, drawing her attention to him. Easily noticing his erection was still prevalent, she groaned at the answering pang of longing within her pussy.
“Do you need any help with that?” she offered, gesturing to his groin.
“Not at the moment. Do me a favor and take some Advil before we go outside. There’s a bottle in the bathroom closet.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you to be too sore when we come home.”
“Honestly, much of the soreness has eased.”
“Great, take the Advil anyway. Shoveling snow will make us both sore if we don’t do it correctly.”
“Okay,” she agreed.
In the bathroom, she found the Advil, took one with water and then followed up with some mouthwash. The area around the sink was clean, but she noticed the bottle of mouthwash was in a different spot than before and figured Taran had done the same.
She didn’t see the anal toy anywhere. He must’ve put it away for safekeeping. When he’d introduce bigger, thicker toys into their foreplay, she couldn’t say. Though she had to admit she was looking forward to it.
Back in the bedroom, she saw that Taran was wearing snow pants, boots and a parka. In his hands was a smaller coat that matched the pants she was wearing.
“This will be a little big on you, but it’ll be warm. I have big feet. It’s doubtful my boots will fit you.”
“I can make do with my combat boots.”
“In that case, let me get some socks and foot warmers you can use.”
Taran disappeared for less than a minute. When he returned, he handed over socks that were nearly as ugly as the onesie. An added bonus was the pockets on the bottom of the socks and the disposable warmer packets Taran placed in them.
When they were ready and Taran cleaned up the breakfast stuff, they headed out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen. He found some gloves in a drawer for her to wear, helped her put them on and retrieved her combat boots.
Glancing outside through the window above the sink, Sam could see that the snow had turned to flurries. The worst of the storm was over.
“What did you talk to Luke about?” she asked as Taran dug through the same utility drawer where he’d found her gloves.
“I invited him and his aunt to lunch with us tomorrow, if you’re all right with that.”
“I’d love it,” Sam stated, wanting very much to spend time with both of them.
“Last night we made a lot of promises to him, including a phone and a job at Maddox Ink. It’s time to follow up on them.”
“Do you think Glenda will object?”
“I mentioned the job I’d offered to Luke when I spoke to her. She’s a little hesitant about having him ride the bus into the city, but between the two of us and perhaps the Femme Fatales or my brothers, we may be able to work out something.”
“I certainly don’t mind carpooling. Luke needs the job. It’ll give him a sense of responsibility.”
“I was thinking of offering Glenda a job as well. In addition to needing a legal assistant, I could use a receptionist.”
“That would be awesome. She might welcome the chance not to have to rely on a temp service.”
“After we all have lunch with them, I was thinking the two of us could head back to your apartment and crash for the night.”
Sam smiled, feeling playful. “Are you suggesting that you’d like to sleep in the same bed?”
“Sleep, maybe, fuck, yes.”
“In that case, you’re welcome to stay. And just so you know, I have to be at the Roller Emporium for roller derby three nights a week. Do you mind bed-hopping between here and my apartment for a little while?”
Taran prowled up to her, the trademark Maddox growl emanating in his throat.
“No, I don’t. But whether we’re at your place or here, I’m calling the shots for a while. Got it?”
“Got it, Master Taran,” she said, inclining her head slightly.
“Are you ready to head out to the frozen tundra?”
“Ready,” she answered, playfully saluting him.
Unexpectedly, he caught her hand, tugged her close and gave her a long, delicious kiss. He tasted of cinnamon and love, the kind of love that lasted forever.
Slowly drawing back, Taran looked down at her. “We really should go or we’re not leaving anytime soon.”
“We should,” she agreed, even though she wanted to retreat to the bedroom and stay there for the remainder of the day.
Taran withdrew and opened the kitchen door, stopping in his tracks due to the pile of snow outside the door. With a few kicks and stomps, he created a path.
Sam followed, the bone-deep cold hitting her in the face and bringing tears to her eyes. Thankful that everywhere else on her body was warm, she didn’t complain.
She did make use of the trail he’d created, gradually joining him at a small well-built shed in the quaint fenced-in backyard. He cracked the shed open, pulled out two snow shovels and handed one over.
“Feel free to head back inside where it’s warm until it’s time to go to Maddox Ink. We’ll drive over there.”
“I’m with you for the day.”
She took the shovel, working alongside of Taran to dig a real path between the house and the shed. It took a little while and a great deal of patience. Fortunately, the storm had changed to light, fluffy flurries.
After finishing the backyard pathway, they headed to the front, cleaned off the front stoop and the section of walkway that led up to and bordered the brownstone. In the parking lot across the street, they dug out Taran’s truck and Morgan’s new Toyota RAV-4, shoveling out the reserved space for Ethan’s car.
Sam felt as if she’d become a Popsicle by the time Taran took the shovels, hopped into the back of his truck to remove the snow clogging it up, then left the shovels in the bed before rushing back to the house. He returned with the keys to the truck, his cell phone and his wallet.
“You could’ve come with me, you know?” he said upon buckling her up inside the Ford’s cool interior.
“Sure, but then I’d want to stay inside. Besides, my feet are cozy and my hands are dry. Let’s get to Maddox Ink so we can check on things there and get back home. We’ll make soup for lunch.”
Taran closed her door and headed around to the driver’s side and turn on the engine. Once the heat kicked in, her face began to thaw.
In route to Maddox Ink, Sam’s Master cleverly managed to remind her that he still had control of the vibrator teasing her clitoris. The heat felt wonderful, especially as it seemed to warm her up from the inside out. The periodic pulsing was tempting.
“Taran, not again,” she warned. “It’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair?”
“You’re driving me mad with wanting you and you’re sitting over there as pretty as you please.”
He laughed, loudly! Not to mention he’d slipped his hand into his pocket and hit the control switch, sending Sam’s vibe on maximum. He was relishing his part in her plight and giving her no mercy.
“This is the price you pay for choosing the onesie,” Taran told her, the smirk on his face promising that he was far from being done.
With the seatbelt keeping her from rocking too much, she tried to shift and roll away, only to have Taran turn the vibrator off and she almost vaulted the gearshift to pummel him if he didn’t return it to max.
Thankfully, he turned the vibe back on, kicking it way up. Perfect. Her pussy and her clit were wide awake. No matter what she did, she knew she was close to orgasm and just like that, she crested and crashed in glorious waves of relief.
“Thank you for letting me come, Master,” she said even as he toyed with the remote and ramped her need up to a fever pitch.
“Again?” she whispered, turning her head to look over at him. She still couldn’t sit back.
“Yeah, again, I want you to beg for my cock, doll. When you do, I’ll fuck you as often as you want.”
Minutes later they arrived at Maddox Ink. Taran safely navigated the small parking lot that’d already been plowed and came to a halt, setting the brake.
“You’re difficult, aren’t you?” she observed aloud, stunned at how good he’d made her feel in such a short span of time, without driving her too hard or too fast for comfort.
“Finally figured that one out?” His left arm moved slightly, warning her a second before the vibrator’s warmth worked its familiar magic, soothing and stimulating her clit at the same time.
“Oh god, I hope no one can see us,” she murmured, thinking she’d be more prepared to handle the intensity of the tiny tremors that shot through her pussy whenever he switched the device from warm to intense vibrations.
Grasping a fistful of her hair, Taran pulled just enough to keep her on edge. “Do you want to come, Samantha?”
“Yes, Master Taran, I do, very much.” Unsure if she was talking loud enough, she welcomed the sting at her nape as he used her hair to get her to sit up.
“Come for me, loudly. I don’t give a damn how many people can see you,” he said. “I want to hear you scream.”
Who knew how many were outside? Sam didn’t. She couldn’t really see, though her eyes were wide open. Deep in the heart of her pussy, tension mounted, orgasm sprung.
“Oh god, I’m coming!” she shouted, uncaring who might hear. At last, the vibrations eased but she was utterly spent.
“That’ll do for now, doll. That’ll do.” The strong fingers still grasping her hair let go, combing gently through her tresses.
“Have I told you I love you?” she asked, overwhelmed with how much sensation her body could take.
“You have. I love you too, Samantha.” Grasping her left hand, he brought it to his mouth. “Thank you for what you’ve given me so far today.”
“You’re welcome. How many people heard us?”
“Look and see.”
Sam lifted her eyes, instantly noticing that the only vehicle in the small lot was her cruiser. It was covered in a thick blanket of snow.
“No employees made their way in?”
“Made some calls when I went to get our phones from the kitchen. I told everyone to stay home and to cancel any appointments scheduled. We’ll open Monday as usual. Maddox Ink is closed on Sundays.”
“Can we go inside soon? I really need to use the restroom.”
“Yes, doll.” Taran kissed her hand again and let go, climbing out of the truck and moving around to assist her down.
Looking around the parking lot, she noticed that the private snowplow service had already come by. Her cruiser had been shoveled out already and the lot and walkways were plowed, salted and sanded.
“Wow, looks as if we didn’t need the shovels,” Sam said.
“I couldn’t have been certain when the plow would come by so I brought the shovels on the chance that we’d need them. Let’s get inside and warm up some.”
It didn’t take terribly long for them to dash inside the building and make sure everything was okay. Taran kindly helped her unbuckle the strap-on harness so she could use the bathroom while he checked the security camera setup Phalen had installed and made some calls in his office.
As soon as she was done, she went to Taran, not even thinking to resist when he insisted she wear the harness again. She’d cleaned up with some wet toilet tissue wipes provided in the bathroom before returning to him and was admittedly intrigued as to how long he’d control her orgasms.
Surprisingly, he didn’t turn on the vibrator on the drive back to the brownstone. She was grateful for the reprieve, although she desperately wanted to have sex again. She didn’t expect to have to wait. Instead of taking her upstairs, Taran led her to a small alcove near the kitchen where they could remove their snow gear.
He was faster at kicking off his boots and undressing than she was, sweetly offering to help, but she declined when he promised to make lunch. Once he left the alcove, she finished removing her coat and pants, hanging them on a hook.
Ready to face him again, she padded back to the kitchen. Taran stood before a big stove wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. On one of the burners was a pot of what smelled like chicken noodle soup. It was heavenly, but Taran looked good enough to eat.
“You must be hungry,” he said without looking back at her.
“Starving,” she admitted. Not just for soup, though she’d rather eat something hearty before they had sex again.
“Lunch is almost ready. Why don’t you take a seat at the booth?”
Sam made herself comfortable. The booth had always been her favorite place to sit whenever she and Ethan worked on a case together. The Maddox brothers had made changes in the kitchen over the years, modernizing appliances and the flooring, but the booth remained the same.
A couple of minutes later, Taran brought over two bottles of cold water from the fridge and set them on the table then went back to the stove to ladle up two huge bowls of soup.
“Be right back. We need some crackers.” Taran rustled around in the pantry for some saltines and brought them to the table. “You could have started without me.”
“I didn’t mind waiting.”
“Thought you were starving,” he noted, sitting across from her.
“I am. Watching you was almost as good as lunch will be.”
“Almost? I should take exception to that. I’m way tastier than chicken noodle soup.”
“Maybe…maybe not, it really depends on what you’ve eaten. They say certain foods make semen taste awful. Others such as pineapple or melon make it sweeter. So far you’ve tasted salty, male.”
Taran opened the crackers and crushed a handful into his bowl of soup, stirring them into the broth with his spoon.
“I’ll have to keep that in mind. I wouldn’t want to taste bad for my woman.”
“In that case, from now on no asparagus or smelly vegetables for you when we’re going to have some oral sex fun,” she declared teasingly.
“Won’t be a problem,” he assured, grimacing.
“You don’t like asparagus?”
“Hate it more than onions, same for Brussels sprouts and cooked cabbage.”
As simple as the conversation was, Sam liked it. Talking about vegetables distracted her from what she really wanted…Taran’s cock. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew he was expecting her to beg.
“Eat, doll, you’re going to need the energy,” Taran warned, nodding toward her bowl of soup.
Sam picked up her spoon, taking a taste. Soup was good, hot and exactly what she needed right then.
Chapter Ten
The rest of lunch went by without sexual innuendo. Taran talked about his godfather, learning to catch lobsters and what it’d been like growing up with Ethan and Phalen.
It became obvious to Sam that he loved his brothers. Despite some sibling rivalry growing up, they were incredibly close and regarded family and friends as important parts of their lives.
“Would you like to go upstairs or to the man cave to play pool or poker?” he asked when their bowls were empty and the sleeve of crackers was finished.
“Pool sounds fun. It’s been awhile since I’ve picked up a cue stick.”
“Why don’t you head on down? I’ll clean up the lunch dishes.”
“I’d rather help. You made lunch.”
Together they cleared the table, stacking everything in the dishwasher and wiping down the booth’s table. When that was finished, they grabbed their half-empty bottles of water and headed to the basement.
The man cave was outfitted with a pool table, a gaming table, two big over-stuffed lounge chairs, a leather sofa and an entertainment system that included a sixty-five-inch flat-screen TV. On the far side of the room was a low-rise platform where the brothers’ band equipment was set up.
Another doorway on the opposite side of the basement led to a workshop where the brothers made dungeon equipment, much of which was being purchased by Alex Grant and Ryan Hathaway for their BDSM club. Some New Englanders in the lifestyle pre-ordered online, but Phalen vetted them before accepting an order.
Taran, she’d learned some time ago, was rather crafty with leather and made all sorts of items fitting for a dungeon, including whips, straps and collars.
“What are you thinking about, Sam?” Taran asked, catching her staring at the door to the workshop.
“Can I go in your workshop sometime?” She turned her eyes to Taran, ready to show her respect to her Master by kneeling if it would open the door.
“Sure, later, after we play.”
“Sounds good,” she agreed.
