Switch (A BDSM Romance Novel) by Astrid Knowles Read Free Book Online

was afraid of what he would say, and if her kind intentions would ruin the something better that they could have if given the chance.
    So when, at Amelia’s three weeks later, Henry was there, clean shaven and confident, Jenna jumped at the chance to push herself on him, demanding that he take her down to the basement, simply for the small pleasure of being thought of as his.
    She paid little attention to the demonstrations, and in the dark she grew bold. She twisted in his arms to face him, her lips kissing the lobe of his ear with her words. “Sir,” She asked softly. “May I kiss you?”
    He nodded his permission, and accepted her lips against his. A soft brush of lips before she closed her mouth around his lower lip and licked, withdrawing when he made to control it.
    Without a word, she turned back to the display, the curving of his lips apparent to her through the corner of her eye as she moved.
    She was slightly more hesi tant when, after another arousing demonstration the next week, they made their way back up the stairs to the bright lights and loud noise. She wasn’t subtle, she knew, but if any time were one for her to take initiative, then it was now, while she was throbbing with want and her arms were rebelling against her, reaching out for the warm, comfortable man.
    “Sir,” She whispered, standing close enough to mumble. “Would you like to come back with me?” She gestured to the door and held eye contact as she waited, watching his delicious lips curve up into a smile once more.
    “You want to invite a strange Dominant into your home, rather than play here?”
    Jenna flushed, but fought to make her tone firmer. “You may be strange, but I think I’m alright with you.”
    He laughed, a deep rumble that sounded deliberate to Jenna as it sent shivers down her spine , and slowly dragged his gaze over her body. “You are more than alright with me, babe.”
    She usually hated that word, but the endearment on his lips made her fight a girlish giggle worthy of Viola as the colour rushed up to her face again in full force. Unable to speak, she nodded, and tugged him through the masses to reach the front door, waving to Amelia and Dom as she passed them. Outside of the door, she shivered. Having gotten a taxi to Amelia’s, she had only been wearing a thin coat on top of her clothing and now that she found herself outdoors without it, she was cold. And then embarrassed when she looked down at herself and saw what Amelia’s neighbours would see should they decide to peek out of their windows. An average height woman wearing articles of clothing that probably surpassed inappropriate. Forget tight tank tops and short shorts, Jenna’s tiny burlesque style skirt did nothing to hide her suspender belt, and forget strappy tops; her shoulders were entirely bare, clothed in goose bumps as Henry lifted his black leather jacket from his shoulders, wrapping it around her with ease.
    “Here,” He murmured, and then nudged her gently. “Lead the way.”
    Instead of turning back and rescuing her jacket from Amelia, she nodded and began to walk. She was content in silence as she mused about the man beside her, but he had other ideas.
    “So,” He began conversationally. “How do you know Amelia and Dom?”
    “I met them when I first moved here, through a mutual acquaintance.”
    An utter twat, but there was no need for her to say.
    “How about you?”
    “I mentored her, in a manner of speaking, a while back.”
    “Oh.” Thoughts of Amelia trussed up and tear streaked flooded Jenna’s mind before she could stop them, and Henry smirked as if he knew. Or had guessed.
    “As a rather small female, and rather young at the time, she didn’t feel entirely comfortable in a dominant role to begin with. We met at a munch and then, somehow, I ended up doing scenes with her;  just showing her the ropes. You know,” He mused. “That’s probably why she’s gone and found such a young submissive. She always tried to