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Switch Anthology
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Top or Bottom? ©Copyright Desiree Holt 2012
Mastering Maya ©Copyright Lisabet Sarai 2012
Wagers of Sin ©Copyright Elizabeth Coldwell 2012
Still the One ©Copyright Wendi Zwaduk 2012
Switching Off ©Copyright Amy Valenti 2012
Who Compels My Strength ©Copyright Lauren Gallagher 2012
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright September 2012
Edited by Amy Parker
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SWITCH ANTHOLOGY
Top or Bottom?
Desiree Holt
Mastering Maya
Lisabet Sarai
Wagers of Sin
Elizabeth Coldwell
Still the One
Wendi Zwaduk
Switching Off
Amy Valenti
Who Compels My Strength
Lauren Gallagher
‘Top or Bottom?’ by Desiree Holt
When you think something is missing from your BDSM relationship, maybe it’s time to ask, “Top or bottom?”
Both Keith and Shea were looking for something a little different in the BDSM world. Their chance meeting in an adult toy store gave them the opportunity to switch for an afternoon. But when their playtime was over, would they be fulfilled? And could they go back to their normal roles or would they still crave something more?
‘Mastering Maya’ by Lisabet Sarai
Behind the mask of control hides a spirit aching to surrender.
Mistress Maya bears the nickname ‘the Ice Queen’. Her precision in administering discipline, her skill in evoking a submissive’s devotion, and her unshakable self-control are legendary in the small but active Boston kink community.
From the moment newcomer Master Shark sees Maya flogging a sub at Club Inferno, he’s obsessed with her beauty and power. He determines to break through her defences and bring her the same release she grants to the lucky slaves she tops. When Maya dismisses Shark as young and inexperienced, he offers her a challenge—a night together, during which he’ll show her what it means to be mastered. If he fails to bring her to new heights of sensation, he’ll agree to become her slave.
What begins as a test of wills evolves into something deeper and more intense. As the younger man uses his insight and skill to coax Maya into submission, he comes to understand the wounded spirit hiding behind her mask of control. Can he make Maya trust him enough to surrender? Or will the flawless, untouchable dominatrix take possession of his body as well as his heart?
‘Wagers of Sin’ by Elizabeth Coldwell
Selina will never be a true dominant unless she learns to submit…and Marcus bets he can show her how.
Selina prides herself on her skills as a dominatrix, with a string of pretty slave boys as her lovers. But these affairs never last, and her equally dominant best friend, Marcus, knows she needs something more. He claims she’ll never be a true dominant until she learns what it means to submit and, during a day at the races, he offers her a wager to prove it. If his horse wins, she must submit to him for a month. If it loses, he’ll switch and become her slave.
When the horse takes first place, Selina’s world is turned upside down. Mistress becomes servant as Marcus puts her through her paces, issuing instructions she’s forced to obey and making her endure the most public of punishments. But Selina can’t deny she loves the feeling of submitting to her gorgeous friend, even as he tests her to her limits. She might have lost the bet, but has she won the love of a true master?
‘Still the One’ by Wendi Zwaduk
She’ll be his salvation if he’s willing to switch.
Being stressed out sucks, especially when you’re in charge of a team. Just ask Eric Trask. The pit crew of the Fifty-Four truck team depends on him. The stress of keeping things running smoothly is wearing Eric down. What’s a guy to do to get a little relief?
Janine Walters knows exactly what Eric’s up against. She’s the public relations face of the team. Pressure is all a part of the job. Her outlet for stress just happens to be wielding a crop.
Can Eric embrace her methods for stress relief or will her suggestion tear their fragile relationship apart?
‘Switching Off’ by Amy Valenti
With his collar around her throat and her pulse pounding through her body, can she switch off enough to submit to his every whim?
Nina loves her job in middle management—her dominant personality and organisational skills make her indispensable to her employers. But, when her boss puts too many demands on her department, she finds it impossible to leave her job at her desk and enjoy her weekend with her sexy best friend, Jon.
When Jon takes away her phone and tells her she’s not allowed to check her emails until Monday morning, Nina challenges his right to order her around. His response is to kiss her into silence, then to order her to her knees. What’s even more startling is that Nina finds herself obeying—though not without a fight.
Can Jon succeed in getting Nina to switch off her managerial self as well as her phone? Or will she safeword before she can reach the sublime subspace he’s promised to guide her into?
‘Who Compels My Strength’ by Lauren Gallagher
Can switching roles restore their confidence in their Dom/sub relationship, or are these doubts happening for a reason?
After some seemingly open-minded friends turn up their noses at Bridget and Ian’s kinky lifestyle, both start having doubts of their own. Ian wonders if he truly is mistreating his wife, and Bridget can’t shake her friend’s accusation that she’s a wimp and a doormat for letting her husband beat her.
To put their worries to bed, Bridget and Ian switch roles. Tonight, she’s in charge, and they’re each walking in the other’s shoes.
But what happens if those shoes don’t fit?
TOP OR BOTTOM?
Desiree Holt
Dedication
To my friend Samantha Cayto. I hope I got it right.
Chapter One
Keith Richmond glanced sideways at the displays on the far wall of the store. Yup, she was still there. Little more than a pixie, her height boosted by sexy stiletto heels. Her short coat, which barely brushed the tops of her thighs, was belted tightly at the waist. He wondered if she was wearing anything beneath it.
When she reached a small hand up to pluck a short switch from its hook, his groin
tightened and his cock tried to push its way through the fabric of his pants.
Down, boy!
But she drew him, nonetheless, the magnetic field almost visible. His sub was away for a week. The house felt empty without her and he was seized with a grinding need to satisfy his desires. He’d ditched work for the afternoon, thinking a trip to their favourite adult store to buy her some surprises might help. Besides, he knew they were at some kind of crossroads—both of them were questioning their individual roles. He’d thought about this for weeks, talking himself out of it, then into it again.
He’d seen sex from one side for so long that he wasn’t sure if he was capable of being a good Dom anymore. Was he still in tune with his submissive? Had habit taken over their relationship? Was he still as completely intuitive as he’d always been? The quality of a good power exchange depended completely on the Dom and the sub understanding each other’s needs, both physically and emotionally. Lately, he’d been questioning his ability to give as well as take.
He’d walked in and there was the pixie, almost as if she’d been waiting for him.
He gave himself a mental shake. He hadn’t come to the adult merchandise store to while away the afternoon lost in thought. He’d come here for a reason. And maybe that reason was the tempting piece standing across the store from him. She had ‘submissive’ written all over her. It was in her posture, her gestures. Definitely in her eyes. And certainly, the thin choker gracing her neck was an unmistakeable sign of ownership.
He watched the way her slender fingers brushed over the length of the switch, which was actually a length of birch wrapped in clear, damp cloth. He knew this store well, knew it took a fresh delivery every day. Birch and hickory were the most flexible woods to use for switches. For optimum effect, the birch should be fresh, peeled before the sub, all twigs and detritus efficiently removed. Keith liked to have his sub run her fingers over the freshly denuded wood before he brushed it across the entire length of her body, giving her a light taste of the feel of it before he applied it to her delicate skin.
Was the pixie thinking of her Dom while she caressed the length of wood? How it had felt in the past when he’d wielded it on her body? The sharp raps with it, the stinging pain cutting into her pleasurably, a pause between each so that the pain ebbed just a little until the next bite into her flesh? Liquid trickling from her cunt as her arousal grew in strength? Or did she prefer him to split the tip of the rod into many thin strips and apply it rapidly, raising streaks on her body from shoulders to thighs?
At the thought, Keith wanted to shove his hand inside his pants and grab his cock, to masturbate right here in the store to relieve his need. That brought him back to reality in a hurry.
As he contemplated the consequences of that, the pixie turned, her eyes catching his, and her lips curved in a slow, seductive smile. She twisted her shoulders slightly, just enough for him to see that if she did have anything on under her coat, it was miniscule. The look in her eyes told him she knew exactly what was going through his mind. She wiggled her hips temptingly, just a little, but enough to encourage him to make his way through the display racks of hardcore videos and the shelves of everything from dildos to floggers to where she was standing.
“Hi.” He smiled at her, inhaling the light floral essence of her perfume.
“Hi, yourself.” She winked at him, a sultry wink that seemed so improbable coming from a sprite like her. “I think I’ve seen you here before.”
“Probably.” He nodded. “I shop here a lot.”
“Me, too.”
He felt the instant connection—Dom to submissive—and he saw in her eyes that she did, too. He also saw something else in her eyes, a questioning that reflected his own. He nodded at the strip of birch in her hands.
“Thinking of buying that?”
She cocked her head. “Mmm, maybe. I’m having some…issues lately.”
That sounded interesting. “Yeah? What kind of issues?”
“I’d guess you’d call it a sort of…um…switch disorder.”
So he was right about that something he’d sensed in her. He was having some of the same difficulties himself.
“No kidding.”
“Mm-hmm.” She continued to run her fingers up and down the length of birch. “I have a wonderful Master, but he says I have a tendency sometimes to top from the bottom.” She gave him a wicked grin. “I thought I might buy this switch and try to test it on him, then let him use it on me for my insolence. He’s the most wonderful Master at delivering punishment.”
Keith’s balls tightened. He could visualise her lying spread-eagled on a bed, wrists and ankles cuffed to the corners, pillows stuffed beneath her rounded ass, elevating it. Her thighs would be wet with her pussy juice and the rosebud of her anus would be tempting him. The switch would bite her skin sharply, leaving a pattern of red stripes. He could almost hear her moans and shrieks, feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. He had to dig his nails into his palms to control himself.
“I don’t suppose you’d like to have a drink and discuss it? Maybe I can provide some insight into your…problem.”
She nibbled at her full lower lip with perfect white teeth. “Well…I guess that would be okay. We need to pay for our purchases first.” She nodded at the basket in his hand, which was filled with an assortment of toys. “Buying gifts?”
“Yes. I thought some different types of play might shoot some adrenaline into our relationship. I worry we’re getting bored with each other.”
“You’ve been together a long time?”
“Yes. And she means a very great deal to me.”
“Funny,” she said as they walked up to the counter. “I’m going through the same thing. Maybe we can help each other.”
His pulse leapt at the thought and his balls felt as if electricity sizzled through them. Who knew what the afternoon would bring?
“The Graystar Hotel has a nice bar,” he suggested. “I like it because it’s dark and intimate. You can have…quiet conversations. That sound okay with you?”
“Yes.” She gave him that slow smile again. “I like…intimate things.”
“Well, then. Intimate it will be. What shall I call you?”
She thought for a moment. “Cat. Because at the moment I feel like a sinuous cat, sleek and slinky.”
He laughed. “Cat it is.” He dropped his voice. “And you should call me… Hmm. What should you call me?”
“A.D.” she suggested. “I will call you A.D.” She grinned. “For Afternoon Delight.”
Anticipation bloomed throughout his body. He couldn’t get to the hotel fast enough. The afternoon was getting more promising all the time.
They both drove to the hotel, acknowledging that the parking lot of an adult store, no matter how discreet, wasn’t a smart place to leave their vehicles. As if by unspoken agreement, they took their purchases into the hotel with them. Keith led her to a small table in a dark corner, nearly out of sight of the rest of the bar. They placed their understated grey shopping bags out of sight once they were seated.
Once the waiter had taken their orders, he reached across the table and took one of her hands in his. Her bones were so delicate, her skin so soft. He rubbed his thumb back and forth across her knuckles, feeling the electrical impulses shooting from his body to hers. They sat like that until their drinks arrived and they’d each taken a taste.
“So.” He set his glass carefully back on the table. “Which of us goes first?”
She tilted her head. “Shall I?”
“If you like.”
“I think we had a mutual recognition of what we are in the store, so the need for dancing around the issue isn’t necessary. Thank goodness.” She took another sip of her drink and gave a small sigh. “I am in a wonderful, long-term relationship with a great Master. He’s everything I could want.”
Cat paused.
“But?” he urged.
“This will probably sound silly, but sometimes I wonder what it
would be like if we…switched. Changed places. If I were the top and he was the bottom. You know?”
He couldn’t help smiling. “I certainly do. I, too, am in a committed relationship with a wonderful sub. I wouldn’t want anyone else. But I’ve had some of those feelings myself.”
Her eyes widened. “Truly? You want to be the bottom?”
“Not permanently, of course.” He finished his drink and signalled for another. “But I have this itch to try it. Just once. I think it would give me a better understanding of the power exchange in a relationship to feel it from the other side. I want to make sure I am perfectly in tune with my sub.” He looked directly at her. “I hope you don’t mind if I tell you I’m deeply in love with her.”
The look in her eyes softened and a tiny smile played at her sensuous lips. “Not at all. She’s a very lucky woman.” She paused. “What kind of Dom do you consider yourself?”
Keith frowned. “What do you mean?”
She ran her tongue over that sensuous bottom lip, driving him crazy. He was close to dragging her up to a room and tearing off her clothes, but Doms had to have more control than that. At least, the good ones. The properly trained ones.
“Many Masters feel it necessary to break their subs down completely, so they become the only thing the subs can focus on. He becomes everything to her. Holds her soul in his hands. The sub willingly hands that power over.”