Free The Switch by Christine Denham Page B

“Mar--,” Grayson
began.
    “Shh…” Marion cut him off. She slid to the
side, reaching for something he couldn’t see, and he realized it
was still dark. How long had he dozed, he wondered? Before he could
ask, she was back, crawling over him on all fours with a wicked
smile. “Surely you didn’t think we were finished here, Jones?”
    His cock twitched and his pulse fluttered as
she straddled him. She still wore the corset, but nothing else. The
stockings he’d been so careful to avoid snagging earlier were now
neatly rolled up and shoved into his mouth before he could think to
protest.
    “Now that you’ve rested a bit,” she began
huskily, “think it’s time to take my fill, yeah?”
    Oh, fuck yes.
    Grayson grunted as she slid back down his
body. His ass cheeks stung slightly with the movement, and he
wondered how long the effect of her lashing would last. He hoped
forever. God, that was something he’d never expected -
spankings had never been his thing. But then again, neither had
sucking a silicon dildo or…
    His ass muscles clenched briefly, sending a
deliciously sore memory through his cock.
    “Oh, yeah,” Marion sighed as she settled her
moist heat over his hard-on, teasing it by rubbing back and forth.
“I’ve been waiting for you, you know.” She ran her tongue across
her lower lip with a sinful grin. “Can you feel how hot and wet I
am for you, Jones?”
    He bucked his hips against her in answer,
his cock pushing between her folds just enough to feel her
slickness before she gave his thigh a sharp, stinging slap with
that damned riding crop. He yelped against the wad of silk in his
mouth and glared at her.
    Glaring back, she leaned over him, digging
her painted nails into his chest. “You’ll not move a muscle,
understand? Or I’ll have to punish you in ways that aren’t so
pleasant,” she said in a sweetly threatening tone.
    One day ago – hell, probably only a few
hours ago – he would have laughed and dared her to bring it. But
this Marion was a different creature entirely. He wouldn’t say he
feared her, at least, not in a bad way. ‘Apprehension,’
however…
    As if reading his thoughts, she clasped his
chin and forced him to look into those cool, green eyes. In a
deadly whisper, she added, “And if you come, I’ll make certain
everyone knows how Grayson the Great whimpered and begged for more
while I violated his perfect male ass with the handle of my riding
crop. Am I clear?”
    His stomach dropped in a panic. Oh, Gray.
You stupid, stupid, fucking idiot. He jerked fruitlessly
against his restraints, knowing that even if he broke loose, Marion
would always have this on him.
    “Grayson.” It wasn’t quite a warning. When
he looked into her eyes again, he found a spark of that familiar,
reassuring warmth there. “Do you need your safe word?”
    With a hard swallow, he shook his head.
    “Good boy,” she murmured, smirking as she
repositioned herself over his dick. A gasp escaped her lips as she
slid his erection along her folds before easing down.
    Every muscle in Grayson’s body tensed with
the effort to stay still. It was almost too much - Marion going
Domme on him like she’d read his mind and dug out his deepest,
darkest fantasies; the sensitive patches of skin on his thighs and
bottom; the slight ache in his ass reminding him of how he’d
spilled himself over her fingers as she worked that soft,
leather-encased rod against his prostate. And now…
    God , she felt so fucking good around
him. And she looked like a filthy wet dream with that corset
pushing her tits up while the rest of her body was bare. Grayson
let out of muffled snarl and thrashed his head to the side, trying
to focus on simply not moving the rest of his body.
    “Oh, fuck, Jones,” Marion groaned, rolling
her hips forward and back. She let out a shaky sigh. “Not gonna
take much. Been wanting this all bloody night.”
    It didn’t, either. In a manner of minutes,
she was crying out, her cheeks