SWITCH ANTHOLOGY

SWITCH ANTHOLOGY 

'Top or Bottom?' by Desiree Holt

When you think something is missing from your BDSM relationship, maybe it's time to ask 'top or bottom?'

Both Keith and Shea were looking for something a little different in the BDSM world. Their chance meeting in an adult toy store gave them the opportunity to switch for an afternoon.

But when their playtime was over, would they be fulfilled? And could they go back to their normal roles or would they still crave something more?

Reader Advisory: This book contains active BDSM play and a high degree of smuttiness.

'Still The One' by Wendi Zwaduk

She'll be his salvation if he's willing to switch.

Being stressed out sucks, especially when you're in charge of a team. Just ask Eric Trask. The pit crew of the Fifty-Four truck team depends on him. The stress of keeping things running smoothly is wearing Eric down. What's a guy to do to get a little relief?

Janine Walters knows exactly what Eric's up against. She's the public relations face of the team. Pressure is all a part of the job. Her outlet for stress just happens to be wielding a crop.Can Eric embrace her methods for stress relief or will her suggestion tear their fragile relationship apart?

Reader Advisory: This book contains the use of a crop, spanking, a little bondage, a little pegging, some toys and a woman who knows how to use a strap on to pleasure her man.

Other stories include:

'Mastering Maya' by Lisabet Sarai
Behind the mask of control hides a spirit aching to surrender.

'Wagers of Sin' by Elizabeth Coldwell
Selina will never be a true dominant until she learns to submit...and Marcus bets he can show her how.

'Switching Off' by Amy Valenti
With his collar around her throat and her pulse pounding through her body, can she switch off enough to submit to his every whim?

'Who Compels My Strength' by Lauren Gallagher
Can switching roles restore their confidence in their Dom/sub relationship, or are these doubts happening for a reason?

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~Excerpts~

Top or Bottom? by Desiree Holt

Keith Richmond glanced sideways at the displays on the far wall of the store. Yup, she was still there. Little more than a pixie, her height boosted by sexy stiletto heels. Her short coat, which barely brushed the tops of her thighs, was belted tightly at the waist. He wondered if she was wearing anything beneath it.

When she reached a small hand up to pluck a short switch from its hook, his groin tightened and his cock tried to push its way through the fabric of his pants.

Down, boy!

But she drew him, nonetheless, the magnetic field almost visible. His sub was away for a week. The house felt empty without her and he was seized with a grinding need to satisfy his desires. He'd ditched work for the afternoon, thinking a trip to their favourite adult store to buy her some surprises might help. Besides, he knew they were at some kind of crossroads...both of them were questioning their individual roles. He'd thought about this for weeks, talking himself out of it, then into it again.

He'd seen sex from one side for so long that he wasn't sure if he was capable of being a good Dom anymore. Was he still in tune with his submissive? Had habit taken over their relationship? Was he still as completely intuitive as he'd always been? The quality of a good power exchange depended completely on the Dom and the sub understanding each other's needs, both physically and emotionally. Lately, he'd been questioning his ability to give as well as take.

He'd walked in and there was the pixie, almost as if she'd been waiting for him.

He gave himself a mental shake. He hadn't come to the adult merchandise store to while away the afternoon lost in thought. He'd come here for a reason. And maybe that reason was the tempting piece standing across the store from him. She had "submissive" written all over her. It was in her posture, her gestures. Definitely in her eyes. And certainly, the thin choker gracing her neck was an unmistakeable sign of ownership.

He watched the way her slender fingers brushed over the length of the switch, which was actually a length of birch wrapped in clear, damp cloth. He knew this store well, knew it took a fresh delivery every day. Birch and hickory were the most flexible woods to use for switches. For optimum effect, the birch should be fresh, peeled before the sub, all twigs and detritus efficiently removed. Keith liked to have his sub run her fingers over the freshly denuded wood before he brushed it across the entire length of her body, giving her a light taste of the feel of it before he applied it to her delicate skin.

Was the pixie thinking of her Dom while she caressed the length of wood? How it had felt in the past when he'd wielded it on her body? The sharp raps with it, the stinging pain cutting into her pleasurably, a pause between each so that the pain ebbed just a little until the next bite into her flesh? Liquid trickling from her cunt as her arousal grew in strength? Or did she prefer him to split the tip of the rod into many thin strips and apply it rapidly, raising streaks on her body from shoulders to thighs?

At the thought, Keith wanted to shove his hand inside his pants and grab his cock, to masturbate right here in the store to relieve his need. That brought him back to reality in a hurry.

Still The One by Wendi Zwaduk

For once I'd like things to go according to plan. Eric Trask gritted his teeth. If he kept up the nervous gesture, he'd break his teeth and bite clean through his jaw. He wiped his hands on his shop towel and measured the B-post on the race truck once more. The thing should've fit the templates. Damn. He glanced up at the flags hanging from the ceiling. Each flag highlighted a win for Blitz racing, the racing team he loved and worked for.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Oh, fuck. Not another thing.

He flicked on the screen and set the call to speaker. "Trask."

"I'm glad I caught you. Are you on your way to the airport? You do remember it's Tuesday morning, don't you?" Megan Poston, the team owner, asked from her end of the call. "You're supposed to be here, helping to get the truck around for practice tomorrow."

On his way? Practice? Eric glanced over his shoulder at the wall clock. Eleven-forty-five a.m. Shit. He should've been cleaned up and at the airport fifteen minutes ago. Hell. He'd just got back from Michigan.

"I'm still at the shop. The B-post on the Atlanta truck isn't fitting the templates right. Give me another fifteen and I'll be out the door."

"It's a quicker turnaround in your schedule, but this isn't like you." Megan went silent for a long moment. "Tucker wants to talk to you."

The connection snapped and crackled as Megan handed the phone to Tucker. "Eric?"

"You called me." Eric groaned. "I'm sorry, man. What's up?"

"That's what I wanted to ask you." The line snapped again. "I had to get out of Megan's earshot. She's worried because you're not here."

"The B-post is fucked up. I don't know how it was fabricated wrong, but it was."

"Shit happens. Look, you've been freaking out about everything. You're the calmest guy I know. Why are you chewing everyone out? I wouldn't have nominated you for the crew chief position if I'd thought you couldn't handle it."

"I can handle it. There's just a lot of crap happening and this quick run of races over the weekend. I got behind but I'll get the rest of the way caught up."

"Like?"

"Broken spark plugs on the backup truck. I've spent four hours going through the box. Half of them are screwed up. We never have that issue."

"Have Delaney work on it. He's in the engine shop for a reason."

"I can't figure out what the hell you stuffed in the radiator before you slammed into the wall in Pocono. It's shit like that."

"Okay, I'm going to get a little emo on you, but tough titties. You're my best friend and like my brother. You're going to have to chill out. Your blood pressure has to be through the roof and, yes, before you butt in with it, I know you're healthy as a horse. Guess what? I don't want my best friend to kick off because of hypertension."

"Hypertension won't kill me."

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