Free Light Switch by Lauren Gallagher Page A

give you permission. You don’t think you can hold back a moment longer, do you?”
    “No, Sir.” The words came out as little more than a rush of breath.
    “You can.” He pressed a little harder against my G-spot. “You can, and you will, because you want to obey me, don’t you?”
    “Yes… Sir…”
    Madness was a breath away. The faster our hands moved, the higher he sent me, the closer my inevitable orgasm came, and the less I could hold back. Every inch of my body tingled and trembled, every nerve ending pulsing with pent up energy that threatened to make me shatter. I’d never been so close to such a powerful release, been simultaneously given and denied so much.
    “Kristen.”
    I was vaguely aware of the sound of my name, of the implicit demand for acknowledgment, but his hand, his fingers, my clit—
    “Kristen.”
    I licked my lips, struggling to stay in the present, struggling to keep from coming.
    “ Kristen .”
    I managed a breathless whimper of, “Yes, Sir?”
    “Come.”

     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 6
     
    The last shockwaves of my orgasm dissipated into the ether. With a long sigh, my body relaxed, my arched back sinking down to the bed as my fingers loosened their vise grip on Scott’s shoulder. I had no idea when I’d grabbed him, had no recollection of ever reaching for him.
    My other hand was still under his, still pressed against my clit as his fingers withdrew slowly. When his lifted off mine, I took my fingers off my clit, and I could finally breathe.
    Scott gently grasped my wrist and took my other hand off his shoulder. “I may have to tie your hands next time.” His tone was stern, but there was just enough humor around the edges to let me know my misstep hadn’t been severe.
    “Sorry, Sir,” I slurred.
    He kissed me. “I’ll let it go this time. Just don’t let it happen again.”
    “I won’t, Sir.”
    He pushed the blindfold up and I lifted my head so he could tug it free. I blinked a few times until my vision came back into focus.
    “Aside from that, you did well tonight.” He kissed my forehead. “You’re learning quickly.”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    “I’m not your Master anymore tonight,” he whispered. “Just Scott now.” He rolled onto his side and propped himself up on one arm. Then he glanced at the window. “You like having that shade open, don’t you?”
    “It doesn’t bother me,” I said with a casual shrug.
    “Doesn’t bother you if someone sees us?” He raised an eyebrow, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a subtle smirk.
    If the heat in my cheeks was any indication, there was no point in trying to convince him it was just an innocent oversight. “Not at all.”
    “So you’re a bit of an exhibitionist, then.” He trailed his fingers up my arm. “My kind of woman.”
    “I guess I am.” I laughed. “I didn’t even know I was until a few weeks ago.”
    “Is that so?”
    I nodded and gestured at the window. “My neighbor and I, we… we caught each other’s eye one night while I was getting undressed. And after I got over being embarrassed about it, I realized it turned me on. So I opened the shade again.”
    “So now he watches you? When you’re with someone?”
    “And when I’m alone, sometimes.”
    Scott glanced at the window, then chuckled when he looked at me again. “That lucky, lucky bastard.”
    I laughed. “What are you talking about? He only gets to watch. You get to do quite a bit more than that.”
    “Good point.” He kissed me lightly. “Anyway, like I said, you did well tonight.”
    “Well, we’ll see what happens when you start beating me.”
    He chuckled. “You’d be surprised. You might just like that.”
    “I don’t know. Still not sure if pain is my thing.”
    “You might like it, you might not.” He smoothed my hair. “This isn’t one hundred percent about pain, anyway. It’s just pushing your limits with stimulation, fucking with your senses. I talk about pain sluts, I really mean subs—and