Top Bottom Switch (The Club) (4 page)

“What’s that?” she asks, crouching down on the other side of the table.

It’s time to set some ground rules. We aren’t friends chatting about toys. As soon as we stepped into this room, we had our roles—she is the submissive and not my buddy.

I stand quickly, grabbing her by the arm and bringing her with me. My hold on her isn’t rough, but it conveys a message. “Let’s get a few things straight,
piccola
. When we stepped into this room, hell, the moment you entered The Club, you gave yourself to me. We’re not friends. You’re my submissive. From here on out, you don’t speak unless I give you permission to speak. Understand?”

She nods and bites the side of her lip.

“Remove your clothes, fold them, and place them on the chair. Once you’re done, climb up on the table and wait for my next command.”

I cross my arms in front of my chest, waiting for her to start undressing. When she dips her fingers inside the waistband of her skirt, I kneel down and start to rifle through my bag, grabbing a few things that could make for a fun night—especially for her.

When I carry the toys over to the table, I glance at her and see she’s watching me as she undresses. I give her body a once-over and smile. She’s simply stunning. Her curves are lush, and her porcelain skin makes it impossible to look away. Her nipples pebble from the coolness of the air as soon as she pulls her tube top over her head.

I lick my lips and wonder if her skin tastes as sweet as it looks. She blinks a few times, folding the tube top in her hands, and looks toward me. Her hand stops moving, and I drag my eyes to hers, realizing I’ve been caught.

Her cheeks are stained pink, and her chest starts to heave the more I keep my eyes on her. My eyebrow lifts because, even if I’m watching her, she should still follow the orders I’ve given her. “Leave the thigh highs on and get on the table,” I say in a stern tone.

She doesn’t look away, keeping her eyes glued to mine as she backs up to the table and climbs on top. Her legs start to move, going back and forth as she grips the edge of the table at her sides. She’s nervous and I know it. That’s the only reason I’m not going full big, bad Dom on her ass. After her most recent experience, the last thing I want to do is scare her off forever.

“Lie back and prop your heels up on the edge,” I tell her and pull a chair in front of her, but I leave plenty of room so that I can’t touch her even if I extend my arms.

The back of the table is angled up, so she’s reclining and able to see me. Her feet shuffle against the edge before finding a comfortable position. Sitting in the chair like this, I have a perfect view of her body. The purple plug is still nestled tightly in her ass, and her cunt is wet and wanting.

“Spread your legs wider.” Slowly her legs start to fall to the sides but stop short of my goal. “More,” I command and rub my hands together.

If she were mine and she acted this way, I would’ve already swatted her with a crop on the inside of her thighs to convey my message without words.

“Grab the black bullet off the table and get ready.”

Her head tilts to the side, and her eyes roam over the toys, growing wide. She plucks the bullet from the table and waits for what I have to say next as I remove my phone from my pocket.

“Rub it against your sweet, needy cunt.”

She reaches down and rubs it against her opening, moaning a little with each pass over her clit. I press a button, letting the bullet come to life.

“Oh,” she moans, surprised by the new sensation.

I start it slow, letting the low hum drive her wild with lust. When she starts to move her hand faster and her legs begin to shake, I tell her, “Put it inside you.” The last thing I want is for her to come too early. She hasn’t earned the right, and it wouldn’t serve any purpose except for her to get off quickly.

We are here to test her control. Finding out if she’s truly a switch or if she has everything needed to make an amazing submissive.

She rubs it on the outside of her opening, pushing it inside a little before letting it pop free. Before I can say another word, she pushes it in a little farther and moans.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. My balls ache, and my cock is straining against the fabric of my jeans, moving in her direction. Swallowing hard, I try to tell myself that I can do this. Even though I’m in control, I feel anything but—hard-ons do that to a man.

I fantasize about my cock dipping inside her instead of the bullet, and my cock grows harder. When she pushes it inside and it disappears, I let out the breath I was holding.

“Push it deeper,” I tell her with a shaky voice. I grit my teeth, frustrated that I’m giving away my need by the sound of my voice.

She sticks a finger in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it and covering it with saliva. My heart starts to pound harder, and I’m transfixed by the way she’s sucking the single digit.

I adjust in my chair, making my situation worse as my jeans rub against the head of my cock. Her eyes dip, and I can tell she sees the situation she’s put me in when a small smile spreads across her lips. When she pops her finger out of her mouth, she licks her lips and sets it on her clit.

“Don’t touch it,” I say and lift my chin. “Push the bullet deeper and don’t stop until it’s seated against your G-spot.”

She bites her lip, which I’ve grown used to and find sexy, and reaches forward, dipping her finger inside. When her hand starts to pull back, I change the setting on the bullet to intermittent and kick it up from a one to a four.

Her body twitches as soon as the vibrations change. When her hand finally falls away, I tell her, “Rest your hands at your sides.”

She looks toward the ceiling and tries to relax her body, but with each jolt, her bottom rises off the table and she tenses.

“Don’t move. Stay still.” I’m being repetitive, but in her current state, I’m not sure how much is registering. I increase the power and move the intensity to a six.

Her pussy clenches and her toes curl when the vibrations grow more intense. Wetness starts to seep from her, trickling down her body and landing on her plug. Her fingers start to fidget and her legs tense, starting to close.

I press the
stop
button, and her legs fly open.

“Don’t close your legs, or I can do this all night,” I lie, because if I had to sit here for hours and stare at her open legs, I’d be liable to touch her when I promised not to tonight.

She moves her ass, scooting farther down the table and giving me a better view. I can smell her need. It’s starting to fill the room, driving me mad with lust. I restart the bullet, setting the pulse to every three seconds and the vibration back to six. With each lick of the bullet inside her, her thighs tense and relax.

I palm the phone in my hand, trying to stop myself from grabbing my cock, and lean forward, wanting and needing a better view. Actually, I’m torturing myself.

She looks between her legs, licking her lips, and she watches me as I try to find a comfortable position. Her smirk is unmistakable and sly. When her pussy contracts and her bottom rises, my eyes move on their own to watch her body react.

“Get the clit pump and attach it, but don’t click it more than twice.” My eyes move to the table, lifting my chin when she pauses.

I’ve found clit pumps to be fascinating and useful. They engorge the area, making it swollen and sensitive. Some women can come from the pump alone.

With shaky hands, she rests the tube against her clit and does two quick pumps on the gauge. She groans and her eyes roll back from the suction. Her clit fills the bottom portion of the tube, plumping up and turning a bright red. She becomes restless, her fingers dancing at her sides and her pussy convulsing uncontrollably.

“Do not come,” I tell her, and her eyes snap to mine. “Relax your muscles.” She complies and her legs fall open a little more. “Stay like that.” I get up from the chair, my cock pointing straight at her, and unzip my pants. “Don’t move, or there will be consequences.”

She wants to say something, and her mouth opens before she snaps it shut. Her eyes are pleading with me, wanting me to relieve her of the need that’s filling her, driving her mad, but I don’t give her the permission she so badly wants.

When I push down my jeans, her eyes widen as my cock springs free. It’s red, hard as steel, and aching. Bending over, I move my pants to my ankles and sit back down in the chair.

My hard-on is standing straight up, wanting to be inside of her. I wrap my hands around the shaft and watch her eyes as they follow my strokes. “Another pump,” I say, gripping my dick harder.

She tries to find the pump without looking, her fingers shaking as she wraps them around the handle and squeezes.

I smirk as I see her clit crawl up the inside of the tube, growing larger from the pressure. Her hips jump and she gets wetter. She closes her eyes, probably trying to stave off the orgasm that’s ready to break free.

“Eyes on me.” My fingers touch the tip, stroking around the crown and sending shockwaves straight to my balls. I slide my hand down, resting it at the base of my shaft and squeeze, causing it to grow larger. “You want this inside that greedy cunt, don’t you?” I wave it and relax my legs, letting my feet slide against the floor to give her a better view.

She nods and her chest starts to heave, her breathing becoming erratic. With one hand stroking my cock, I use the other to increase the speed of the bullet and move the pulses to come quicker.

Her eyes widen, but they stay locked on mine, staring at me between her legs. Her knees are shaking, and her muscles are tense as she tries to keep herself open. Her blinking slows and her fingernails start to dig into the leather on the table.

Even though she can’t come yet, it doesn’t mean I’ll deprive myself any longer. I won’t touch her until she asks, but it won’t be tonight. There’s no way I could walk out of here without looking like I had a stick up my ass from the massive boner.

As my fingers move, slowing and squeezing toward the tip, her eyes follow. I grit my teeth and grunt, wishing it were her cunt wrapped around me instead of my hand.

“Do you want this inside you?”

“Yes,” she says in a breathy voice.

I shake my head, gripping my cock tighter and increasing the speed of my stroke. I’m pleased to know that she wants it, wants me, and feels comfortable enough to watch.

Her beautiful pussy is glistening and wet, stuffed with the bullet. The quicker I stroke, the more her hips start to follow my movement.

“Don’t come,” I tell her again, reminding her of my earlier command as I get closer to my own climax.

When I can’t take it anymore—the scent of her surrounding me, my eyes locked on her—I give myself a few final strokes until my balls tighten and my body begins to shake.

I can’t stop it. I don’t want to either. As the come starts to pour out of me, dripping down my fingers, I work it into my flesh.

“Fuck!” I moan. My strokes start to falter, the sensation overwhelming me. I break eye contact for a moment and glance at her needy, tight pussy.

She’s dripping, her pussy contracting, and her bottom is slightly rising off the table.
She wants me.

After my body stops shaking, I get up and grab a towel and start to wipe myself clean. If she were mine, I’d make her lick it off—every last drop of me would be inside her. I hold back a sigh, wishing things were different. But they aren’t.

For the first time in a long time, I’m excited about playing with someone. My stupid ass had to set the parameters that I wouldn’t touch her. “Idiot,” I whisper to myself. She’s licking her lips, watching as I clean up the last drops of come that dot the tip of my still hard cock.

“Someday,
piccola
. Someday, I’ll let you taste me.”

Her lips part and her breathing picks up speed. She’s writhing now, her clit trying to find relief from the constant pressure.

“Another pump,” I say, wanting to be a tad sadistic since I know how badly she wants to come.

She groans softly, wrapping her fingers around the handle and giving it a short, quick squeeze.

“Lay your knees against the table.” I want a better view. There’s something about the female body that’s always fascinated me—even as I grow older, my intrigue only grows.

Slowly, she lowers her knees to the table, causing her pussy and tits to jut out.

“Your poor nipples. They need some decoration.” She shakes her head and draws her lip into her mouth as I smile. “Grab the bull rings from the table and put them on.”

They are the newbie nipple jewelry. They don’t really pack a bite, but they have just enough pressure to make the person wearing them feel pleasure.

“Squeeze your nipples first to make them harder,” I say and feel my cock twitch inside my pants.

For fuck’s sake.

I shouldn’t be getting hard already, but my body reacts to hers.

The tips of her fingers grip her nipples and give them a hard squeeze. Her bottom lifts in response, the new sensation making her needier. She moans, loving the feel of her nipples being touched.

“Put them on.” I glance at the bull rings that look like hoop earrings but are open with balls to grip the nipple with just enough pressure to stay attached.

She releases her nipples, giving them another squeeze first before reaching for the bull rings. First, she attaches the left and exhales, closing her eyes for a moment. As she attaches the right, her tongue darts out and swipes across her bottom lip.

I fight every urge in my body to blink, not wanting to miss a moment of it. Her nipples stick up, held that way by the rings, erect and hard. “Wet your fingers and run them across the top of your nipples.”

The simple pinch of anything on the nipple heightens the feel of even the lightest touch. She swallows before gathering the moisture left on her lips to wet her fingertips. Two fingers hover over her nipples, and she closes her eyes as she lowers them, gliding them across the tips.

She moans, her knees pulling away from the table.

Poor thing.
To be so needy and to be helpless to make it stop has to suck, but I’ll give her relief soon enough. Although I like her needy, I don’t want to drive her so far over the edge that she’ll never want to meet me here again.