Swapped (2 page)

“About the sex? Yeah. That he’d get coupled with Sizzy? No,” he whispered near my ear. He nudged my head so I looked in the direction of my husband.

Sizzy had pulled him to an empty wingchair near the fireplace, and Tom seemed to have completely forgotten about me. The beautiful caramel-skinned woman straddled his lap, and he yanked her closer so he could suck on one of her taut, dusky nipples. His tongue circled the tip, while she shook.

“Tom!” she cried. She rocked over his cock, though his pants were still in place, and I wondered just how hard he was. Probably harder than he ever got for me lately. Fucking rat bastard.

“So since I’ve given him Sizzy,” Jayson said, and his fingers moved lower, bunching the skirt of my dress in his large fist, “he’s given you to me.”

“Was that his plan?” I asked, betrayed by the man I’d thought I knew.

“Hell, yeah. He knows how bad I want my cock in you; we’ve discussed it. I’ve thought of little else than sinking into your hot, clutching pussy and feeling you milk the cum from me while I ride you until you scream.”

My eyes went wide, and slick heat flood my cunt. A tremor shot through me, and my blood pounded. His cock ground against my ass cheeks. The thought of having that massive shaft plowing into me turned me on, so much more than Tom could dream to. Asshole. It would serve him right if… If what? If Jayson ruined me for Tom. Yes, that.

Anger drove me now, but so did the need for something that had been missing in my life for at least…forever.nt-family:'tim

Chapter Two

Knowing what I was missing and knowing what I should do, how I should react to this situation, warred inside me, quelling the burning need that welled in my core. I struggled through the sexual miasma swamping my thoughts.

“Sizzy’s your wife, and you two are into swapping?” I asked. Probably a remedial question at this point since she was dry humping my husband right now, but my brain was barely comprehending this. I’d been expecting dry chicken breast and dull conversation, not naked human breasts and mind-dulling lust.

“Something like that,” Jayson chuckled. “C’mere.”

He pulled me backward and around a corner to a little privacy where he pressed my back to the hallway wall then flattened his body against me. His mouth crushed over mine, and his full lips coerced me to open. Immediately, his tongue pushed inside while I moaned and squirmed in protest. I was married! I couldn’t just kiss another guy, even if my faithless husband was groping that man’s wife.

I pushed against Jayson’s hard chest, but he didn’t move a millimeter as he held me in place and ravaged my mouth. Every second it went on, my struggles aroused me more.

His hand snaked between us, and he yanked up my dress. Cool air chilled my ass and reminded me just how exposed I was. No underwear. No protection against this.

“No panties,” Jayson growled against my lips. He shoved his fingers into my slippery folds and drove one long digit deep inside my cunt. Rapidly, he fucked my clenching passage, thumbing my engorged clit as I pushed harder against him and moaned “No” into his mouth.

This was wrong. He couldn’t do this. I couldn’t let him. Even if I wanted it.

He was intent, undeterred, and I knew he would make me come right here in the hallway. My orgasm clawed to the surface. There was no question he could drag it from me, in all its pulsing, explosive glory. He forced me to acknowledge I could be aroused by someone other than Tom. The problem was I wanted that. I wanted Jayson to fuck me. I just knew I shouldn’t.

His knuckles slammed repeatedly into my clit as he took my pussy. Climax ripped through me, and I screamed into the mouth sealed over mine. I’d barely calmed when he stopped long enough to turn me so my breasts were pressed to the wall while he flattened to my back. He bent my arms, pressing my palms to the flat surface on either side of my head as if he would frisk me. Instead, his hand cupped my cunt once more. Two fingers pushed deep inside me. My hips canted into his forceful finger-fucking.

“That’s right; give it to me,” he growled near my ear when I cried out, my voice thankfully drowned out by the othe(LJrem;
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.C_Current__And__rs in the living room. “We’re gonna have so much fun,” Jayson rasped. “You wanna be my slut, don’t you?” His voice grew deeper…darker…rougher. “My fuck slut.”

“Oh God, yes,” I whimpered. I loved the dirty words. I’d talked to Jayson enough to know he was a gentleman, always so proper when he spoke, but apparently, he liked coarse language during sex. So did I, but Tom never talked dirty to me. I just imagined the words when we fucked. Sometimes, it was only the things in my head that made me come.

I didn’t need fantasy with Jayson, but I shouldn’t be feeling those things with him…my husband’s boss…a man I wasn’t married to. “Please,” I whispered. I meant to say stop, but couldn’t convince the words from my mouth. God help me, I liked the feelings he evoked in me.

Freaked out, I jerked out of his grip and dashed toward the front door, yanking on my skirt to cover myself. I didn’t have the car keys and didn’t know how I’d get home, but I had to get out of there.

I almost made it to the door before Jayson caught my arm. The action stopped me and jerked my attention back to the living room where Sizzy knelt between my husband’s splayed legs, going to town on his cock and taking him all the way to her throat. He moaned, his head tilted back on the chair and his eyes closed. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever seen him in such bliss, and it kind of pissed me off. I was good at giving head. This woman had nothing on me. So what the fuck!

It didn’t “kind off” piss me off. No. It
really
pissed me off.

“You’re not leaving, Malory,” Jayson said. “It’s about to storm. Besides, I know you want this.”

I spun on him, outraged that he’d tell
me
what
I
wanted. I barely even knew the man, despite having his fingers deep in my pussy not a minute ago.

“I’m married,” I spat. “Though that doesn’t seem to mean jack to Tom, it means something to me.”

His hand slid down my arm, and he linked his fingers with mine. Despite my resolve, a tremor snaked down my spine as he reeled me to him. He brushed his lips over mine then pulled me down the hallway after him.

“Let’s talk,” he said over his shoulder. As if I had a choice. His grip on my hand was iron-strong and it was unlikely, I could outrun him even if I did slip his grasp.

After a moment, he led me into his office and locked the door behind us—at least, I guessed it was his home office. There was a desk, but he’d filled the room with plenty of other things, including a plush couch and a big screen TV that hung on the far wall.

To my surprise, he picked up a remote and turned on the television. A video feed of the living room activities filled the screen and gave us a bird’s eye view of everything. His camera apparently had audio-capability because the sounds of sex echoed around us, like a live porn show.

With a few clicks on his remote, the camera zoomed in to just Tom and Sizzy. She was still sucking his cock like a pro, and to tell the truth, I was shocked he hadn’t already come. Tom wasn’t much for longevity.

More shocking was that I wasn’t more hurt or heartbroken by the scene before me. No, I was furious. Royally tor">Tears streamed down my cheeksme_earqued off. With clarity, I realized I’d spent most of the past couple years angry at my husband. This was more fodder for that fire.

“Does it bother you?” Jayson asked.

I shook my head. “Pisses me off.”

“Why?”

“That’s the man who promised to be faithful to me, ‘til death do us part and all that crap.” I took a deep breath then let it out in a huff. It was a load of shit apparently. Useless, worthless, reeking manure.

“He really didn’t tell you about the swapping?”

“Uh,
no,
” I replied sarcastically.

“Hmm,” was all Jayson said. The sound vibrated through one ear as he stood right behind me, his face close to mine. His body pressed to my back. His hands once again wandered my hips. Slowly, his fingers bunched my skirt, pulling it upward.

I grabbed his wrists to stop him. “Jayson, no—”

“You want to. I know you do.”

“That doesn’t mean I should!” My body was all for it…so wet, burning… I throbbed in my intimate places and my pussy clenched in anticipation of his long cock inside me.

He chuckled, and I felt his chest moving against me.

“You should,” he countered. “Just watch them. Doesn’t seeing her giving him head turn you on? Look at the way her lips stretch around him and how his skin is wet from her mouth. His cock’s turning a little red. I bet she’s sucking him hard.”

Maybe, she was, but my eyes were riveted to Tom’s face. Pure ecstasy and I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen that. His hands moved over her hair, which she must straighten. I knew it was naturally kinky. Today, it fell in soft waves to her mid-back except where Tom gripped it.

Suddenly, his cock popped free and slapped her cheek. She closed her eyes, moving her head so his dick slid over her face while she caught it with her tongue as it passed her mouth. He pulled her to her feet then bent her over the overstuffed wing chair. Her hands braced on the arms while she looked over her shoulder at him.

My husband was going to fuck that woman.

My eyes closed, and I felt Jayson lifting my dress again. Distracted, I’d stopped
stopping
him. The fabric was up to my waist now, and rather than stop him, I merely lifted my arms. This was how it was. I’d been swapped, and I belonged to Jayson for the long weekend. I knew I should fight it and I should try to leave again, but right now, I was pissed off enough that I didn’t want to stop him. I wanted him to make me forget my stupid husband and show me how good sex could be, because I hadn’t seen any of that recently.

“Nice,” Jayson growled as he pulled free my dress and tossed it on the couch. Still, facing away from him, I wore only my thigh-highs, bra and shoes. His hand skimmed over my flat tummy to my hairless pussy. “Very nice. Malory, there’s something else you should know.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“I’m a dominant.”

My mind grappled for the importance. He hadn’t said he was dominant—a tra {
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a
dominant. Different. Terrifying. Arousing.

Another shaft of awareness shook me. He was what I’d always wanted and had never had. My thighs shook in anticipation of what he might do to me.

“A…a Dom?” I asked.

“Yes,” he answered simply.

I closed my eyes and took shallow breaths when I realized the position Tom had put me in for the next few days—and he didn’t even know it.

“And what does that mean for me?” I asked. It never occurred to me until after the words had left my mouth that perhaps, asking my question the way I did might mean I was fine with the situation and being his submissive. It intrigued me, and since I was stuck in the situation, I decided I might as well go with it—as long as things didn’t get out of hand.

His lips brushed my ear. “It means you’re mine. Mine to command. Mine to control. Mine to discipline. And
mine
to fuck.”

I didn’t say a word as I stood perfectly still in his embrace. My tongue ran along my barely parted lips while I struggled to control my breathing. My anger was edging into fear. I wasn’t so sure I could handle whatever Jayson planned to dole out. It was one thing to fantasize about a BDSM sort of relationship. It was quite another to jump into one without any preparation, negotiation or forewarning.

I guess “I’m a dominant” was my forewarning.

“Do you know what that means?” he asked.

I shook my head, feeling prickles of heat spread across my back. I only ever experience that reaction if I was embarrassed or scared about a situation. Though I was naked, I was far from embarrassed. This was fear.

Lowering my gaze, I stared at his dark hand splayed across my pale stomach. The dichotomy turned me on, and I suddenly wanted nothing more than to be fucked by him—even if he was commanding me.

My stare lifted back to the television monitor where Tom’s bare cock pistoned in and out of Sizzy’s cunt. Bare.
Bare!
He would never fuck me again. After this weekend, I would pack my things and leave him.

“He’s not wearing a condom,” I commented.

Behind me, I felt Jason shrug. “Sizzy’s clean and on the pill. Are you?”

“Clean? Yeah. But I’m not on the pill. I can’t have kids. Why?”

“I’m not going to use a condom either,” Jayson growled. He bit my shoulder and a shiver fired through me. “I’m going to fill you with my cum. What do you think of that? Having your lily white cunt filled with a black man’s cum?”

My breath shuddered from me. His rough words should have frightened me, but instead, a strange image of his hand on my rounded, pregnant belly flashed through my thoughts. It couldn’t happen, but I wanted him to fuck me and fill me until it dripped from my cunt. It would serve Tom right to have his boss’ cum all over me.

Not that it would be his to worry about after this weekend.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Please.”Keaton Quist trear

“Good girl. Now, I want you to take off the rest of your clothes and go lean over the arm of the couch. I want to look you over. Stretch your hands out in front of you on the cushions and spread your legs.”

My mouth went dry, and I stood paralyzed on the spot while Jayson stepped away. He headed to a cabinet near the door.

son growled out as if I were a child. Before I forced myself to move, he was up to three. What would he do? What punishment would occur now?

To my surprise, he kept counting, the measured pace of the numbers propelling me into motion. I unhooked my bra and shoved off the thigh highs. He was up to twelve before I bent over the sofa’s arm.

A heavy silence filled the room. I pressed my forehead into the cushions, sure he was staring at me from across the space that separated us. Was he waiting for me to disobey? What would happen if I did?