Free Switch (A BDSM Romance Novel) by Astrid Knowles

done.
    She stood to their side, her head tilted as she pondered them critically.
    “Put you heads together so that they’re touching.” She demanded, and Jenna and Henry did so. “Now close your eyes.”
    And that was that, a few more clicks and then the unwinding of the rope. Jenna’s eyes remained closed though, even though Viola softly whispered that she was done. She liked the feel of Henry against her with her eyes closed, focused only on feel, scent and sound. Viola’s small hands helped too, sparking life into her hands as they unwound the coarse rope. Once freed, she opened her eyes, holding still for a few moments more before taking her hands away and stepping back from Henry.
    “Now take your shirt off and kneel.”
    Jenna did so efficiently, folding the material and placing it aside, a new habit born of her interactions with Henry, who hungrily followed her every moment, his dilated pupils directed at her chest, where the small swell of breast could be seen as she reach ed her arm across her body. She knelt before Henry, demurely averting her eyes as her cheeks flushed at the position that was a little too close to home.
    She expected his hands in her hair or his cock at her l ips, but neither came. And, she realised, groaning internally, neither would she. Until Viola was done with her slow capturing of their chemistry, she would not have a chance in hell at getting off.
    No, that sort of thing would be far too outrageous for sweet Viola, and Jenna was already resigned to her fate.
    She kneeled perfectly, as well postured and submissive as she would be if it were just her and Henry alone. Several photos and several uncomfortable moments and the Viola spoke again.
    “Keep the rest of your body exactly the same, but lift your head a little to look at Henry, please.” She asked and Jenna did so, almost melting as she could not avoid it any longer.
    He was burning, a half-snarl on his lips as he took in the sight of her, kneeling before him, her face tilted up to him expectantly.
    “Oh, and try to look defiant.”
    The effect was immediate, and that Henry became more Dominant, more commanding of her attention in return. He filled her vision and her mind with promises and punishments that taunted.
    “Put one hand in her hair to tug it back, but Jenna you have to resist.”
    They did so, becoming hotter and more overwhelmed with arousal as Viola took her shots, the fistful of hair causing Jenna’s neck to ache, every part of her wanting to give in and yield to his demands of her body.
    Her very wet, very pliant body that was just begging for a fuck.
    Without warning, her head tipped back and her eyes closed, a small sigh leaving her lips that was complimented by Viola’s murmur of approval.
    “Nice.” She offered. “Stay exactly like that.”
    Jenna stilled easily, trying not to swallow, aware as she was of the visibility of it from the angle that she was bent back to. Her lips parted a little to allow air in and out and she felt her spine where the back of her head rested. Her throat felt bare, exposed, and her collar bone just begged for Henry to kiss it.
    He didn’t, of course, only released her hair upon Viola’s command, closing his legs to resume his full height.
    Now, Jenna realised miserably, she knew exactly what it felt like to be Kitty.
    “Henry, if you lie down and then Jenna bends backwards so that you can kiss her stomach…”
    Henry didn’t so much as blink, only smirk as he lay, supported by Jenna and his forearms as he lifted his torso just enough to brush his lips against her, his face tilted upwards and eyes on hers as they gazed down at him, her back arched. The carpet felt rough against her elbows, tickling, and a cloud of lust spread through her from that one circle; the every breath that fell from his nose and lips. Without prompting he inclined his head so that his nose instead was burrowed against her belly, his forehead too, touching it. Lower now, when he blew out a long,