Switch Master: 6 (Ink and Kink) Read Online Free PDF

wasn’t trying to tear apart a hapless witness.”
    “You’re right, they are Dominants. But they don’t scare you
the way I do, right?”
    “In my dreams, it was incredibly erotic to submit to you. It
was easier because I knew you could never hurt me. Right now, I’m trembling in
my combat boots.”
    “Do you think I’d beat you? I’m a little bent, a little
kinky, not a sadist.”
    “No, it’s not that at all. You’re a Maddox. It’s ingrained in
you to treat women with respect.”
    “Then what scares you about your sex dreams?”
    “It’s not often,” she hedged. “Sometimes I dream about
dominating you.”
    “You come whether you’re submissive or dominant?”
    It seemed to take forever to hear her quiet-spoken, “Yes.”
    Brushing his hand back to her usual ponytail, he caught it
and gave enough pressure to hold her in place without threatening harm. She had
really pretty straight blonde hair that fell halfway down her back when
unbound. It was soft as silk, smelled faintly of honeysuckle.
    “Which is more prevalent when you’re masturbating, wanting
to submit to me or vice versa?”
    “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. Luke, he’s
the one we need to talk about.”
    “I’ll ask one more time. It’s important for you to answer.
Which is more prevalent?”
    “Usually you’re in control and it’s not scary at all. The
few times our roles were switched, you were tied up and completely at my
mercy.”
    Her eyes widened even as she thought about seeing him in
bonds. That was her kink.
    “You like the idea of having me bound?”
    “Very much,” she admitted shyly.
    “There’s nothing wrong about wanting that kind of
relationship with me, Samantha.”
    “You’re a Dom. I’m not sure what I am.”
    “You’re a switch,” he told her point blank.
    “Can’t be,” she denied, inclining her head even as she said
it.
    “You’ve a definite preference for submission, but the idea
of being in charge intrigues you. When you mentioned tying me up your eyes
sparkled as brightly as emeralds. I’m guessing you’ve been doing your homework
into bondage.”
    “How did you know?” Her eyes widened even more, confirming
his suspicion.
    “My sisters-in-law Cassie and Morgan would have talked to
you and you’re a wiz with computers. You can find out anything on the internet
and verify whether it’s real or bullshit. A little bird, Phalen, told me you’d
been talking to Alex about joining Druid Creek Castle’s BDSM club until we had
our big fight during that football playoffs party.”
    “Alex Grant gave me some interesting books to read. One
particular book was on rope bondage.”
    “Did he now? Was it Shibari?”
    “Yes. The images were incredibly erotic. After I told him I
couldn’t join the BDSM club at Druid Creek Castle without your permission, he
started giving me all sorts of direction and advice.”
    “Doll, Alex is a switch.”
    “It doesn’t matter what I’ve researched or what Alex is.
Fantasy aside, I’ve only had vanilla sex. I don’t date much. My job either
scares men away or they see me as a buddy. Do you know how many times I get
slugged in the shoulder?”
    “Vanilla sex can be fun. Stop worrying about what other men
think. I’m proud of what you do for a living. Should any dare slug you again,
they’ll answer to me.”
    “Are you saying you’d go vanilla for me?”
    “French vanilla is my favorite flavor of ice cream, but you
know how much I like rich, dark double chocolate cake with fudge icing.”
    “I haven’t forgotten. I’m not sure why we’re talking about
ice cream.”
    “Too much vanilla would bore you. We both need the darker
side of sex to balance it all out.”
    “You don’t understand, Taran. I will not be owned or treated
like some docile little pet to be coddled,” she said emphatically, temper
igniting in her eyes. She meant every word.
    Letting go of her hair, he resumed caressing her face. After
a second, she calmed