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  Switched

  Sin City Fets Book #1

  Linny Lawless

  Elizabeth Knox

  Switched

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are all products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblances to persons, organizations, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

  Switched. Copyright © 2018 by Elizabeth Knox & Linny Lawless. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in articles or reviews. For information contact Elizabeth Knox & Linny Lawless.

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  Acknowledgements

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  Dedicated to the girls who are leery of change

  Don’t fear it. Embrace it. You never know where life is going to take you.

  Warning

  This content contains material that may be viewed as offensive to some readers, including graphic language, dangerous and sexual situations, and extreme violence.

  Playlist

  Get on Your Knees – Nicki Minaj ft. Ariana Grande

  Imagine – Ariana Grande

  This Feeling – The Chainsmokers ft. Kelsea Ballerini

  Elevate – Papa Roach

  Numb – Carlie Hanson

  Right Now – Nick Jonas

  Conflicted – Halestorm

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Candace

  The heat never ceases to amaze me, no matter the time of day or time of year, it’s always one thing. Hot. I guess I could call myself lucky, though. In the middle of August, it’s only a whopping hundred and two degrees today. Thank goodness for good primer and setting spray; otherwise my face would be melting right off.

  I’m walking down the strip to one of my favorite client’s hotels. He’s the big gun who owns the joint and prefers us to hold our meetings here, but I don’t mind. Not much affects how I do my job, and the most important thing in my eyes is how my submissive feels. One foot in front of the next I strut into Chase’s, the place named after the man himself. The place is riddled with color; very Vegas if you ask me, and also very Chase. Pops of bold color fill the area with in your face furniture choices, yet mellow walls. The floors are a beautiful stone which complements the vast difference in colors decorating the space.

  I keep walking, knowing exactly where to head after doing this with him for so long. Chase has been one of my newer clients. He’s been with me for about three years and is the tender young age of twenty-six, extremely successful and quite stressed, but that’s what I’m here for. I’m his older, much wiser and calmer domme. We aren’t dating, or anything close to it, but when I am with him, he knows that he is one thing and one thing only. My submissive. That he is precious, and whatever he needs from me I will give, because it is my role. It is my sole purpose, and my life’s greatest achievement.

  I can’t describe just how fulfilled I feel, knowing that I’m making a difference and giving my submissive comfort. There’s nothing quite like it. I’ve tried so many things over the years, until one day I realized that BDSM is where I fit in perfectly. One day, it just clicked, and I discovered the part of me that never really made sense.

  It wasn’t until I walked into Club Crimson on that fated night. I shake my head thinking of it, smiling to myself as I reach the elevators that will take me up to Chase’s penthouse. In the beginning, I’d wondered why he chose to stay in his hotel and then after learning more about him and his background… it all made sense.

  Chase grew up very poor, his mother worked three jobs and they were lucky if he even got to eat once a day. Everything in his life as a child was given to him, and when he needed things, he didn’t always have them. Fast forward to his teenage years and colleges jumped at the chance to have him attend. He graduated high school at fourteen and college at seventeen. Meanwhile he invested in the right stocks and worked for the right people. All of these choices led him to be able to purchase this old, worn down hotel and renovate it into the vision it is today. That was seven years ago. Now, he’s built not only a brand for himself in Vegas, but all over the world.

  The elevator doors close and music fills the voided space. I press lightly on the button that reads ‘PH’ and insert my key, waiting patiently as it leads me to my destination. When I reach the penthouse, I remove my key from the slot and exit the elevator into Chase’s private home.

  “Pet, where are you?” I ask, removing my purse from my shoulder and setting it on the table in the foyer. I glance around, not seeing him within my sights. Usually he’s awaiting me at the front door, eager to get started. It doesn’t take me long to realize that something isn’t quite right with our session today.

  I walk into the kitchen, not spotting him. Next, I head into his living room, and still nothing. Hmm. If he was going to cancel, he would have said something, not that Chase has ever cancelled on me before.

  I go to his movie room, knowing how much peace he finds in it. All that riddles the space is oversized couches and chairs. The epitome of comfort to him. I place my hand on the door and push it open, seeing him seated in a black leather chair, hand leaning over the side with a glass of whiskey in it. He peers over to look at me and turns his attention to the wall in front of him.

  “Pet.” I greet, aggravated that he did not come to me as he is supposed to. However, I won’t allow it to show. He should know what he has do
ne. Chase is no fool when it comes to what is expected of him. I can’t help but wonder what it is that’s made him so bratty today. No matter, I’ll get to the bottom of it.

  “Mistress,” is s muttered lowly, the tone of his voice signifying that something is very wrong. I have never heard such brokenness spill from his lips.

  I don’t bother shutting the door, and instead walk over to him, bringing my hand under his chin I tilt his jaw, making him look up at me. “You know I will never force you to tell me something that you aren’t ready for, but you also know I am here for you.”

  Chase nods his head, eyes locked right on mine. I am no mind reader, and never have I claimed to be, but I do know what he needs right now. I sit myself on his lap, bringing his head to my chest, stroking his hair gently. Today he doesn’t need to kneel at my feet or be flogged until his ass is on fire. He needs my companionship, and that’s exactly what he’ll get.

  Chapter 2

  Candace

  I stayed with Chase for hours, holding his head against my chest, brushing his hair. I was never an expert in comfort, but I suppose that’s because I’ve never had anyone there to comfort me. I did my best though, holding him in utter silence in the way I would want to be treated if our roles were reversed. I didn’t pressure him to talk to me about whatever is going on, and I won’t. When he is ready, he will tell me. Of that I am sure.

  I didn’t feel right leaving him, even though I’ve been off the clock for a while. At first, when I initially began doing this, I viewed it as a job but as time went on it became so much more than that. Not only did I feel as if I was giving my true self what I needed, but I came to care for my clients. Chase is one of fourteen, I see him about twice a week. Everyone has their set time with me, some have weekly sessions, some have daily. Sometimes I don’t see others for a couple weeks, or even a month. None of them are paychecks to me. They’re all my subs and have a special place in my heart, whether they pay me for my time or not. I’m not in love with them, but I do love and care for them all in a unique way. The same as they do me. My sole purpose is to give them what they need, and to watch them grow into the best submissive that they can be, with my hand guiding them along the way. I cannot express how my heart swells with pride.

  I’m in Chase’s kitchen, making a fresh pot of coffee. I need it; not knowing when he will wake does nothing but keep me on edge. For him, I need to be alert. He needs me to be the best that I can be, and that means I need an IV of coffee running through my veins right now. I press the button on his high-tech coffee maker and breathe in the fresh scent of coffee beans being transformed into my own personal form of heaven. Glancing around, I take in his penthouse again. Just like the lobby, it is filled with bold color schemes.

  “I apologize for not greeting you in the manner that I should have.” His voice startles me from my thoughts.

  “It’s okay, pet,” I tell him, looking over into the direction of his voice. “How are you feeling?” I want to know, not because it is the courteous thing to do, but because I need to know how I can help him.

  “I’ll be fine, Mistress. It’s just been a rough day.” He tries to offer a half smile but fails miserably. Just as I thought, something is definitely not right.

  “Pet. Come.” I command, walking over to his living room I take a seat on his couch and watch as he kneels before me, placing his head in my lap. I stroke him gently, a slow caress, showing him that I am here. I can only hope that he will speak when he is feeling ready.

  I watch as the time passes us by, the minutes counting down until we are leading well into the evening. I don’t mind though, we will stay here for however long it is that he needs. Until he is ready for me to leave.

  “My mother died today, Miss” His words come out calm, emotionless, and it breaks my heart to hear of such loss and yet there is no feeling behind the very words he has just spoken. I know how much his mother meant to him. She sacrificed so much so that Chase would have a good life, and an even better future.

  “She is in a better place now, Pet. Think of how she is no longer suffering, how free she must be feeling, dancing in the clouds, finally being able to run free.” Chase’s mother was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s when he was nineteen. A kid who had graduated both high school and college far before his peers, who was barely an adult. He found out he was losing his mother just as he gained his independence and was getting her back, repaying her for all of the things that she had done for him over the years. We both knew that this day would come. It is just unfortunate that this day has happened. Expecting it is one thing, but living it is an entirely different thing.

  “I know she is. Call me selfish, but I just wanted more time with her. We never did have much when I was growing up.”

  I nod, understanding from all he has told me. “We can’t change what’s happened, Chase, but think about all the times you can remember with her. Think of all the good memories, of the joyous days that she was here with you.”

  Chase lifts his eyes to my own and nods, bringing my hand to his mouth and giving my palm a kiss.

  Such a strong man he is. He may not see what I do, but one day I am hoping that he will.

  “Will you stay with me a bit longer, Mistress?”

  “Yes, Pet. For as long as you need.”

  Chapter 3

  Drake

  It’s another Friday night at Club Crimson as I sit with a few of my business associates in the smoky private parlor decked out in red velvet from the walls to the furniture. One of them, Jackson, had some bad luck playing a few to many hands of poker at the Bellagio, losing a few hundred grand. He’s also had a few too many glasses of bourbon to wash away his losing streak. My guess is that he may not be too happy when he soon finds out he’s not fit to play in my club tonight.

  I swirl my glass full of Cognac, looking down at my Rolex, waiting for Candace to walk into my club. And she has never disappointed me, because she arrives on time, and always at nine p.m. sharp. My eyes follow her as she walks, wearing a tight black patent leather corset that laces up the back that fits snug to her body. Her beautiful tits are squeezed together, displaying a glorious cleavage. I want to free those pretty tits, so I can pull, squeeze and slap on them just to hear her cry out. The black skirt and thigh high stiletto boots leave nothing to the imagination and I know full well she’s not wearing any panties. She carries a large black briefcase that hold her instruments and toys of choice she’ll be using for this evening’s show. She struts over to her favorite platform, a Saint Andrews cross, where her pretty little play date awaits her. Her eyes roam the playhouse, then pivots back to mine. The side of her luscious pouty lip lifts and she smiles at me.

  That moment, I picture her as I’ve done a dozen times before, on her knees at my feet, wearing nothing but my leather collar strapped snug around her soft throat. Her head is lowered, her palms open across her lap, waiting with anticipation for me to acknowledge her. I do by tugging on the heavy chain leash, a silent command for her to look up at me, her Master, her Dom.

  It’s a packed house tonight in my club and my cock and balls feel and heavy as some of the crowd turn their attention to Candace. Her play date, a naked voluptuous blond with large tits has already been strung up on the cross. She’s facing the cross so her delectable ass is on full display for all eyes in the club to admire. Candace moves up behind her, grips a handful of blond hair and pulls. She whispers something into her playmate’s ear then releases her, walking away. Placing her briefcase on a round top table, Candace opens it and pulls out her leather flogger. She paces languidly back and forth a few times, a firm grip on the flogger, its leather tails dangle. But I can’t hear the tapping of Candace’s heels on the hardwood floor because the speakers in the club are blaring a Nine Inch Nails song.

  Suddenly she strikes. The flogger lashes across the blonde’s ass, but she doesn’t cry out. Not just yet. That’s the best part, savoring the quietness of the girl as she takes it over and over across her back, ass and
thighs, until the moment that little pain slut cries out. For now, she just sways her hips, relishing the sting of the leather tails, as it leaves red marks with each painful swat.

  I nudge Thomas standing next to me, “Now watch this my friend.” He looks over to what I’m enjoying and after a few more lashes, the blond yelps! I can’t help but smirk, because I actually feel pride for Candace. She’s a master at her craft, an extraordinary Dominatrix.

  The pain slut must want more, because Candace only flogs her even harder. My cock is now a raging throbbing monster as I shift in place, trying to calm it. But it’s not going to obey, of course because now that girl is crying out with every strike.

  Now the girl’s head hangs low as she cries and sobs. Candace walks up to her, wrenching her by the hair again. The girl is begging now. Begging for Candace to fuck her. I press a palm down along the front of my slacks as Candace walks back to her briefcase. I almost groan out loud when she pulls out a strap on dildo and fastens it around her hips.

  “It’s a damn shame she’s a Domme, Drake.” Thomas makes the comment, but my eyes don’t leave Candace as she moves up behind the girl and ploughs the full length of that dildo into her now soaking wet pussy.

  “Hell, I lost way bad tonight.” Now drunk Jackson pipes in, “I’ll place a bet right here, right now, that one of us can turn her into a switch!”

  Thomas chuckles “Brilliant idea Jackson! But you’ll lose just like you did tonight at your card game, because there is no way that Dominatrix will ever switch!”

  “If anyone can make her switch fellas, it will be me.” Now my monster cock is talking for me! But she’s always been the one woman I never thought I would see begging for my domination, begging for my cock to fill her mouth, her pussy, her sweet ass. She’d be hard to break, but that’s what’s so fucking thrilling about it.