Switch Master: 6 (Ink and Kink), page 12
She couldn’t wait to find out.
Chapter Seven
Taran hoped he hadn’t pushed Samantha too fast about the blindfold. As her Master, the moment she resisted he’d needed to ease her fears and find out how receptive she’d be to rely on him during more intense D/s scenes.
In all his experience with her, finding out she was afraid of the dark had taken him by surprise, and was something he’d consider whenever they were negotiating a scene. He’d like to know what scared her about the dark, but he was intensely proud of the way she’d bravely taken the first step into a world that would scare her at times.
When she was more comfortable with him, he wanted to take her to monthly meetings held at Druid Creek Castle known as munches. Munches were basically a gathering of likeminded individuals or couples seeking to learn more about BDSM in a safe, low-pressure environment.
Taking her up the spiral stairway to his dungeon, he realized he could no longer see it as his. Same as they’d share a bed, the dungeon was theirs. Depending on the scene, their bedroom would become their playground.
“Everything okay, doll?” he asked, touching base with her.
“Fine, thank you,” she answered, walking more confidently now that they were at the top of the staircase.
“We’re here.”
“Do I need the blindfold?”
“A moment longer,” he said. “Do you know where I’ve brought you?”
“Your dungeon,” she answered bravely, lifting her chin some.
“It’s ours now.” He used one hand to open the door, nudging her inside with his other. “Until you are trained, you’re not to come in here without me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” she answered softly though confidently.
The lights inside the dungeon were motion-activated and came on as they entered. Keeping his hand at her back to guide her, he pressed an elbow against a digital light switch to dim the glare but made sure she’d see clearly when he took her blindfold off.
If she preferred it, he could light the many candles he’d strewn about the dungeon to create a calm atmosphere. Some Doms wanted their dungeons to be a dark, scary place. Taran wasn’t one of them.
“Nothing can hurt you in here because I won’t let it, but you could be injured if you decided to experiment alone,” he assured.
“I wouldn’t know how to,” she admitted, this time shyly.
“Once you start training, you’ll want to test my boundaries and yours. Don’t do anything alone. You do, there will be no sex, no orgasms, no flying, nothing, for weeks.”
“You wouldn’t,” she objected, frowning, perhaps at the idea of no sex.
“I would to teach you a lesson,” he stated, meaning it.
Taran shifted behind Samantha, hugging her up against him. He loved her nakedness. He loved the smell and softness of her skin and the ripe fullness of her breasts, long svelte legs and the unexpectedly lush swell of her womanly hips.
He smoothed his hands down her body. Her abdomen was taut with well-honed muscle, a tribute to the hard work she put in to keeping in shape.
She was the ultimate female, a woman made for him. He was not necessarily the gentlest of Masters. But he sure intended to love her exactly as she’d need.
“Taran, may I ask you about flying?”
“You can ask anything you wish. Flying is a natural high submissives often experience due to an intense endorphin rush, only more enhanced.”
Samantha stayed quiet for a minute, seeming to be thinking about what he’d said.
“Do you get to fly, Master?” she asked, her concern for him touching him deeply.
“Yes, in a way. I go into Dom-space, a state of mind where I communicate on an unexplainable level with you, my sub. The come-down for a sub can happen gradually or all at once and can be scary. I won’t let you go or leave you to handle it alone.”
“Thank you for answering my questions. May I see the dungeon now?”
Glad she asked so nicely, he reached up and untied the blindfold, letting it fall away from her eyes.
“Keep your eyes closed for a moment.”
“As you wish,” she said.
He stepped around to the front of her. “Open your eyes. Don’t look anywhere but at me.”
Slowly, she opened her eyelids, her gaze zeroing in on his face. She had pretty eyes that reminded him of emeralds. “Before you take another step into our world, Samantha, understand something.”
“I’m listening.” She was. Better yet, she’d obeyed his instruction to keep her eyes on him.
“As your Master, I will push you beyond what you think you can take. Always remember I’ll never be cruel or make you feel anything less than beautiful and wanted.”
“I’m not afraid you’ll hurt me, Taran. If I understand correctly, everything we do during a scene is negotiable and I can use my safe word.”
“Yes. That doesn’t mean you won’t face something that scares you, as the blindfold scared you.”
“It was the dark that scared me, not the blindfold.”
“What eased your fears?”
“You promised not to leave me.”
“Exactly,” he said. “Now you must trust me to protect you whenever we are here.”
“I do.” She inclined her chin slightly.
“You need to prove it.”
“How, Master? I very much want to please you.”
“Take my hand, follow me,” he said, offering his hand and she accepted.
“When can I look around?”
“After you fall,” he answered honestly.
“What do you mean?” she demanded nervously.
“Eyes on me, Samantha, come on. Be brave, follow me.”
He looked back at her, glad to see her take a step. It was difficult for her not to look around, yet she didn’t break eye contact. She looked a little dazed, her eyes widened by curiosity. Her sub streak had risen. That was good, very good.
Taking her to the raised platform he’d built as the centerpiece of the dungeon, he guided her up the steps. Depending upon the need, the metal archway overhead and a few conveniently placed poles could be modified into a type of restraining device.
In storage drawers beneath the stage, he had spreader bars, ropes and poles that could be fastened together to become a bondage cross. Whips, cuffs, rings, hand holds, paddles, crops, floggers, chains and feathered ticklers hung from hooks along the wall at the back of the stage.
Beside the platform was a bondage chair, which could also be secured to the stage. His intention when he built the stage was to make Samantha centermost in the room, to raise her up instead of pushing her down at his feet.
Making sure he stayed close, he moved her to stand in the center of the dais before giving her his next instruction.
“You may look at the wall now, nowhere else but the wall,” he said. Samantha obeyed as he’d wanted her to. He didn’t expect her to flip out.
“Beach!” she shouted, darting to the right and taking a flying leap off the stage, heading for the door.
“Samantha, stop.” He pursued because he had to. She was already at the door, pulling on the knob to no avail. “The door’s not locked, love.”
“I can’t. I can’t do this with you. I’m sorry, Taran, I’m sorry.” She kept pulling, apologizing and scaring him. She was genuinely panicked and he had no idea why.
“Samantha, you don’t have to do anything,” he coaxed, moving up behind her to take her into his arms. “Calm down. It’s okay.”
“No! No, I won’t be chained to a wall again. I will not.”
He reached around her to turn the doorknob, opening the door. “I wasn’t going to chain you, baby doll. If you need to go, I won’t stop you.”
Even though the door was open and she continued to struggle against his hold, she stayed, as if she didn’t realize she could leave at any moment. Taran waited her out until she calmed.
“Please don’t turn me into a slave. I can’t do it again. Not with you,” she cried, suddenly turning around and wrapping her arms around him, holding on for dear life as she wept on his shoulder. “Please don’t, Master Taran, please.”
“Swear on my mom and dad’s graves, you will not be my slave.”
“Then what were you going to do?” She relaxed a little more, laying her head against his shoulder.
“I was going to teach you how to trust fall, Samantha.”
“I don’t understand,” she uttered.
“Come back to the stage and I’ll show you, please?”
“You won’t chain me?”
“No, I won’t. Whenever you’re ready, you can look around and decide what stays and what goes in our dungeon. You should never be afraid in here. If necessary, I’ll toss everything and start from scratch, chains included.”
“Actually, I’m not afraid of dungeons. I’ve seen them at Alex and Ryan’s castle.”
“Have you? Do you know about the monthly munches?”
“Yes, Alex mentioned them to me. He also showed me a thing or two during a behind-the-scenes tour of the castle.”
“But you didn’t become a member of the club without me,” Taran said, remembering what she’d told him earlier that night.
“I couldn’t.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re the only man I can trust submitting to.”
“Then come with me to the stage. Let me prove I will catch you.”
Samantha thought about it. She was aware that he’d opened the door. If she turned and ran, he’d have to let her go.
“If I say my safe word, can we go back to bed?” She stepped back, wisely keeping her focus on him.
“Absolutely, I’ll make love to you for hours if you’ll let me.”
“Can I finally brush my teeth when we go downstairs?”
“Yes,” he said, smiling.
“Okay, we’ll try the trust fall. Fair warning, you rattle one chain, I’m gone.”
“You have my word, Samantha,” he said, offering his hand.
“A Maddox never breaks his word,” she said, placing her hand in his. Grateful, he brought her hand to his mouth, kissing her knuckles.
“Thank you for your trust. I will not break it.”
Leading her away from the door, he helped her up onto the platform, turning her toward the wall. He let go of her hand, remaining close if she needed him.
“Watch, I’m going to remove the chains from the hooks.”
“Thank you, I appreciate your efforts,” she replied, her relief palatable.
Carefully, he took the chains off the wall, setting them far out of reach. “When we’re done here, I’ll melt the damn things if you need me too.”
“If you put them where I can’t see them that should be enough for now,” she said.
“That’s good, doll, real good. Now stay here and focus on the wall.”
She nodded. She could see the other bondage devices he’d had. The cuffs, the ropes and the holds he’d fashioned into the wall didn’t scare her. The metal arch that was more than capable of suspending her didn’t frighten her.
Curiously, he noticed her attention stayed on the ropes. The crimson Shibari ropes would be soft to her skin but strong enough to hold her. Only the chains had frightened her enough to use her safe word.
And that pissed him off because it meant some sonofabitch had chained her up as if she were an animal. It wasn’t that much of a stretch to assume she was kept that way in the dark.
“Master Taran?” she asked, breaking into his thoughts exactly when they’d gone too dark.
“Yes, baby doll?”
“What happens next?”
Taran climbed off the stage, moving around to the front of it. Raising his arm, he kept his fingers spread wide.
“Next, simply back up until you feel my hand, go no farther.”
It took her a minute or two to decide and slowly shuffle her way to the edge of the platform until her ass connected with his palm.
“That’s it. Cross your arms across your chest. I’m going to withdraw my hand. When I say so, close your eyes and fall backward.”
“You’ll catch me?”
“Swear it, Samantha. Phalen taught this to Ethan and I after our parents died. We learned no matter our petty arguments over girls or who used up all the hot water in the shower, we could count on each other to get us through the worst of times.”
“Phalen is a wise man. I adore him, you know?”
“Me too, without his help I might not have become a lawyer or learned how to get along with Ethan,” he admitted.
Samantha stayed very still. “For the record, if this goes badly, I’m grabbing that riding crop hanging on the wall there and having my way with your pretty ass.”
Taran smiled. There she was. Samantha, badass derby babe and red-hot switch, had emerged.
“If I don’t catch you, Samantha, I’ll drop to my hands and knees and let you use that crop.”
“I trust you, Master Taran,” she said, crossing her arms as he’d told her a minute ago.
“Thank you, Samantha. I’m going to back up now,” he warned, doing so only after she inclined her head. Bracing his legs and stretching his arms out, he gave her the count.
On three, she let herself fall backward. He caught her without missing a beat, scooping her up and holding her close.
“You did it, doll. I’m proud of you,” he praised, kissing her face.
Samantha laughed, outright laughed and then rested her head against his chest.
“Swear, Taran, for a second it felt as if I was flying. It was wonderful and here I am in your arms where nothing can ever hurt me.”
“Here you are,” he murmured. “If it’s all right with you, I’m going to take you up on that platform and fuck you.”
“If you don’t, I might get that crop.”
“You can’t switch until you’re trained how to, Samantha. Training requires you to submit. Are you willing to do that completely?”
“I am,” she said with absolute confidence.
Carrying her up the steps, he carefully set her down on the broad surface of the stage. “I’m going to need some loving from my baby doll first.”
“What do you require, Master Taran?”
“Will you kneel like this for me?” he asked, first kneeling to show her how she should present herself.
It was a simple matter of rocking back on his knees and placing his hands palms-up on his thighs. She copied him, kneeling more gracefully.
“Like this?” she murmured, a pink flush stealing across her cheeks, revealing her submissive nature remained on the front-burner.
“Like that,” he answered. “Now I’m going to lie back and you’re to present your pussy to my face. I’ll help you.”
Grabbing her sweet-as-fuck hips, he guided her into position. She seemed to like having his hands on her hips, so he held tight, bringing her pussy closer to his mouth. She was lush and gorgeous and every man’s wet dream come to life.
Sometime soon, he’d shave or wax her mons, leaving only a narrow triangle or maybe have her completely bare. He looked forward to it. That was another day. He had her pussy right here before him and he aimed to take full advantage of it.
Shifting a little, he drew in the scent of her sex, licking between her folds, aiming for her clit. She gasped and moaned sweetly, the soft lips of her labia quivering. He did it again, alternating between sucking and biting.
The harder he suckled, the sooner she bent down toward his groin, her hand sneaking up to grasp his cock and holding him steady. Wet and wanton, her tongue lapped his crown, slowly, lovingly, as though she’d never get enough of the taste of his cock.
He’d waited a long time to have Samantha’s mouth on him, a dream come true but hotter than his imagination. Resuming his attention on her gorgeous pussy, he ran his tongue all around her clit, drawing it out from its hood, biting her because he’d learned fast that his baby doll didn’t like gentle.
Drawing back, he gave her a push. “Samantha, suck my dick. No teasing.”
“You like this,” she muttered, bending in such a way that her hair stroked his groin. Her left hand had sneaked between his legs and got busy tickling his balls.
“Please, doll, suck me,” he asked, striving for patience.
“You do look delicious, Master Taran,” she admitted, licking away his pre-cum, driving him positively nuts.
He thought she’d play that game for another minute or two. She didn’t. She kissed her way down his dick, licking him from base to tip, found the underside and honed right where his nerve endings congregated.
Taran damn near bucked her off. “Fuck!”
“You like that, Master?”
“Yeah, keep going. Get me good and hard and ready to fuck you.”
“You’re ready, but it’s fun to play,” she murmured, humming before continuing to suck only his crown. Once his cock entered her mouth, he thrust upward, groaning as the hottest woman in the universe devoured his cock.
Taran went back to work on her pussy, enjoying the taste of her honey as he pushed his tongue deep into her. Then she caught him off guard, deliberately drawing off him to nibble the veins of his rod.
“Samantha! Don’t bite!” Swatting her ass to warn her to behave only increased her misbehavior. She kept nibbling, taunting him, sending his eyes rolling backward.
“I wouldn’t do anything you don’t like,” she promised, scraping his sensitive crown with her teeth, sending his heart racing, a hungry roar emanating from his throat.
The possibility that she might put more force behind her actions had him on edge. Cleverly, she kept him that way. Dark, raunchy and downright kinky sex got him off. She’d known it and gifted him with exactly what he needed.
Easing back down to the hard platform beneath him, Taran trusted her not to take a chunk out of his dick. She’d blindly trusted him to catch her when she fell backward into his arms, he could trust his cock to her when he was at his most vulnerable.
Thinking he was a lucky sonofabitch right then, he drove his tongue into her tight little cunt. She tasted salty, sexy and brazen, hot, and all his.
Samantha got busier and took him back inside the warm, wet haven of her mouth. Stars rimmed his eyes as she drew on him. Thrusting his hips to match her sucking, he knew he was fucking her mouth and he couldn’t stop.
