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

make herself seem as superior as possible.”
    Well, many Dominants seemed to do that. And Dom, at twenty six, was only seven years younger than Amelia.
    Jenna smirked cheekily as she said as much, leading to an outraged defence from and mock battle with Henry. It calmed her, that was certain, and so it was as simple as dipping a finger into water to slide into bed with him. With the lights out and the sky dark, all that she could do was feel his manipulations of her willing body, and hear demands and grunts; her sighs. She gave herself over to him completely, lost in a world of sensations that only climbed higher and higher until she was left with a buzzing, flickering completeness, heightened by the warmth of his body still curled close to her own.
    When she woke up, it was because she could feel him stirring.
    His whole being was entwined with hers, and she felt the loss of every inch of his body as he attempted to pull away.
    “Good morning.” She whispered feebly. Her eyes held onto the bedside lamp, refusing to turn around. He too stopped moving, and cleared his throat as he sat beside her.
    ‘Mornin’”
    A couple of deep breaths, and a moment’s pause.
    Jenna forced a cheery tone into her voice and raised herself into a seated position beside him. “Would you like some breakfast?”
    “I should get going.”
    She raised an eyebrow. “Anywhere you need to be?”
    He didn’t reply, and Jenna smiled genuinely, expectantly, as she nudged him. “Go on. Just stay for breakfast, and then you may escape. It’s not like I can keep you here!”
    He nodded, and so the two ate breakfast together. This forced a routine for when they would meet at Amelia’s. They would watch the proceedings of the night in the basement, and they then would go back to Jenna’s to re-enact anything appealing. They would wake for Jenna to make breakfast, and by the time Jenna had showered afterwards he would have left. She began to stretch out the hours, making him stay longer perhaps than he originally meant to.
    He began to wake first, and find his way into her kitchen to cook her food.
    The pattern continued, and Jenna started going to Aaron’s in the evenings, around the time that she had seen him before, but to no avail. She seemed justified in finding him there in a way that she wasn’t in broaching the topic while under his command. Outside of Amelia’s, and outside of her bedroom, they were just two random people with no hierarchical roles whatsoever. The power play stopped when they left the bed, but the compulsion to please him stayed.
    Their breakfast banter was light, and footed deeply in impersonal topics of little consequence. As it grew colder, the sky would be darker as they rose, giving way to the sensual activity that they engaged in with the lights out. By the sixth night spent together he stayed not only the night, but most of the following day as well.
    Still, they spoke little. The chattered inan ely while catching their breath and the light-hearted banter gave way somehow to Jenna’s naked form being bent over the arm of the sofa for his careful inspection. He was gentle as he pried her legs apart.
    It only made the sharp pain of his palm hitting her flesh all the more delicious. It rose, a slow burn as her flesh pinked and heated. She felt herself heating inside too, becoming wetter and wetter under his careful attentions. Without warning he slid a finger inside, curving it against her sodden walls.
    “Now, we are excited, aren’t we?”
    He removed his finger and Jenna whimpered, wiggling her hips against the chair. “Yes sir.” She whispered.
    “Naughty slut.” He snapped, and his hand made hard contact with her flesh once more. He mock sighed and ran his hand over her stinging flesh, “What am I going to do with you?”
    “ Anything you want, Sir.”
    Her tone was light and airy for someone who had spent so much time quietly sobbing and her exhilaration was evident in it.
    His breath caught and he ran