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

his hands up her sides, drawing them around to cup her breasts as he placed a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck.
    “Oh, that was definitely the right answer, pet.” He purred, open mouth ed kisses making their way down her spine to lick and kiss her tortured flesh. She jerked against him when he made contact, mewling in protest even as the action sent shudders through her. Her eyes squeezed shut, she lost herself in it.
    “Oh please , Master.” She whimpered dazedly, completely unaware of the alarmed, vulnerable even, shadow that passed over her companion’s features. “Please fuck me.”
    She heard a deep groan as she felt him parting her, stretching her as he eased his way slowly in. She whined at the contact as his body came flush with hers, aggravating her punished bottom. With every thrust he held her tighter, made her wetter, teased her further. The pain served to heighten the slow, unexpectedly sweet love making and Jenna lost herself in its perfection.
    “I wish you would stay here longer.” She murmured, and then cried out as his fingers plucked at her nipples, carefully distending them. She didn’t forget her words however, nor did she say them in the heat of the moment, and she repeated herself afterwards as they lay together, squidged up close on the bright orange furniture.
    “Will you stay longer?” She repeated, her voice weak and trembling.
    “How much longer?” He asked.
    “Forever.
    Or as long as you want me.”
    “There’s so much you don’t know about me.” He sighed, his fingers trailing through her hair. “I don’t think that it’s a good idea.”
    “Why not? Do you have a wife that you are secretly hiding from me?”
    “No. This isn’t Jane Eyre, I swear. No crazy wives in the attic.”
    “What do you mean then?” She asked innocently.
    “I’m… not currently in the best of circumstances to support you.” The room was silent as they both contemplated his meaning, Jenna trying to decide which approach to take with her prideful Dominant.
    “Who said I needed supporting?” She pleaded, her voice tiny. “This is exactly how my life is at the moment. It would just be so much better if it had you in it.”
    “ I’m unemployed.” He told her. “I don’t feel comfortable staying with you without being able to take care of you in any way.”
    “You can take care of me; in every way that I want a Dominant to take care of me! If you want to work, then we’ll look for a job, but I don’t see how that is of any consequence!”
    “I have no home .” He snapped. “I live on the fucking streets.”
    “Then your home can be with me. If you have nowhere else to be, then surely this is better than nothing? You can’t want to stay alone!”
    She was frantic, twisting around to glare angrily at the calmly defiant man. He glared back, but his eyes were hurt.
    “Stay here?” He questioned. “In exchange for what? Do you know how pathetic that makes me feel?”
    “Well it ’s hardly pity!” She scoffed. “I don’t really need anything in exchange right now. I’d just like you to stay here and share my bed. God.” She hissed. “Don’t be so prideful.”
    “Well I’m sorry if I am so ridiculous to you.” He whispered and Jenna sighed, her whole body softening as she reached out to sweep his hair from his face.
    “You are not ridiculous to me,” She explained. “I just find it ridiculous that you won’t let me help you. Instead of staying here,” She kissed his jaw chastely. “You would rather stay out there, suffering. It’s getting colder, you know. I care about you. I'd rather you didn’t die of hypothermia.”
    “You aren’t even going to ask how I ended up out there? If I’m a drug addict? If I’m a criminal ?”
    Jenna shook her head and pressed her lips against his, slowly kissing them until they parted. “I don’t think that you are either of those things. I also think that if you want me to know then you will tell me. I trust you.” She added