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Betty.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
    A
Voice From The Past
     
    Alistair
couldn’t stop laughing. Sitting on Bethany’s bed—he’d never think of her as
Black Betty again—with her holding that damn whip had him breaking out into
hysterics. “Seriously?” he asked, wheezing for breath. “I’m supposed to be
afraid of you? I already took that thing from you once. Don’t make me do it
again.”
    He
had to admit though, the wild look in her eye did make him wonder if she was
actually going to use the whip on him. “You’ll leave marks,” he warned. “You’re
not allowed to leave marks.”
    “I’m
not working,” she said, and cracked the whip on the bed beside him. “The rules
don’t apply.”
    With
her blonde hair back in a braid, a few pieces hanging loose around her face,
her black sundress, alarming blue eyes and bright red nails wrapped around the
handle of her whip, Alistair thought she looked like a killer angel—heavenly
but lethal. He’d never wanted someone he was so afraid of before.
    Worse,
he wasn’t sure if he was more afraid of Bethany or of himself. He imagined
doing things to her body he’d never dreamed of before. Like that wax she’d
dripped on him. His mouth salivated thinking about how hard her nipples would
pucker if he drizzled that hot wax on them. She’d done it before, he had no
doubt. Inside that crazy head of hers was a world he’d never stepped foot in. A
world of pain and unimaginable pleasure.
    He
wanted in.
    “What?”
she asked, letting her arm fall with the whip. “Why are you looking at me like
that?”
    Alistair
blinked a few times, clearing the lusty haze from his head. “Like what?”
    She
folded her arms and angled her body away from him. “Like you want to fuck me or
kill me, but I’m not sure which.”
    “I’m
not sure either,” he said, “but I’m leaning toward the first.”
    She
shook her head, adamantly, “I don’t do that. That’s not what I get paid for.”
    For
someone with enough confidence to be a Dom, she sure shrank under his gaze
easily. “Good thing I wasn’t going to pay for it then.” He leaned back on his
hands, knowing her eyes would be drawn to his shoulders and chest, then follow
the lines of his abs down to his lap.
    “You’re
pretty cocky,” she snapped, but her eyes roamed the path he knew they’d take.
    When
her gaze found his eyes again, he smiled and looked down at the bulge in his
pants. “I am pretty cocky. You’ll find out just how cocky I am soon, Bethany.”
    Her
frigid expression melted and heated, making his pulse jump. She narrowed her
eyes and came toward him, like a cat on the prowl.
    He
instantly felt like prey and fought the urge to crawl back on the bed and cower
against the wall. He swallowed hard, and she laughed.
    “What’s
wrong, Mr. Ingram? Change your mind so quickly?” She stood in front of him,
hiked up her already obscenely short sundress, and climbed on his lap.
    She
smelled of clean lotion and something very faint like cinnamon. Knowing she was
trying to call his bluff, he ran his hands up her back and pulled her closer,
inhaling her sent. It made his head spin.
    Bethany
froze against him. She seemed unsure of her next move. “It doesn’t have to be
today,” he whispered. “But I will have you.”
    “Only
if I let you,” she whispered back. Her hands began to trace his shoulder
blades.
    “You’ll
let me.” He caressed her hips and ran his nose up and down her long, silky
neck.
    “You’ll
have to work for it,” she said, pushing against his chest and climbing off,
leaving him cold and missing her pert, round ass filling his lap.
    He
watched her stride to the door. “What kind of work do you require?”
    She
grasped the door knob and opened the door. “That’s for you to figure out. Our
time’s up, Mr. Ingram.”
    “I
thought you weren’t on the clock.”
    “That
doesn’t mean I don’t know when it’s time for you to leave.” She crooked her
finger, beckoning him