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bad sub, she thinks. He stripes her again.
    “I wanted to hear you tell me what you needed. I wanted you to spell out every desire. I wanted to know why you want what you want. You say you want 24/7. I have to be sure.”
    It wasn’t fair, he thinks. He played her. But she played him, too. There are games, every once in a while, where everyone wins.
    “God, I knew,” she says. But how had she known? Seeing him like that across the gym had sparked something inside her. She’d sensed his power then; she sees it in action now. He whips her twice more, then opens the closet and shows her what’s there. The tools. The weapons. The whips and crops and paddles. Her heart throbs. She sees on the top of the closet is a row of books. From the spines she recognizes the ones she sent him—doubles, obviously, of the ones he already has. Plus other classic BDSM titles: The 120 Days of Sodom. Justine. Gritty. The Punishment of Sleeping Beauty.
    “You want to be with me,” he says. It’s a statement, but she nods, then says, “Yes, Reed.” Has she ever called him by his name before? The name sounds right on her lips.
    “You’re sure? Because I can’t go through this again unless I know.”
    She looks at him. The connection is more than combustible. She doesn’t want to keep her hands off him. “Yes.”
    “Tell me what you want. I need to hear you say the words.”
    “You,” she says.
    “But why?” He grabs a paddle and comes toward her. “You give me a reason, and if I like what you have to say, I’ll put you over my lap and spank your ass.”
    She works to hide the grin. She knew ass was in his vocabulary somewhere.
    Frost sits on the edge of the mattress and pulls her over his lap. He strokes her bare skin with his palm, and Hadley slides her pussy against his thigh. She thinks about what she wants to say, how she can explain to Frost her desires. Clearly, she doesn’t have to unravel the whole mystery of BDSM for him. She only has to come clean about herself.
    “You know 9½ Weeks ?”
    “Of course,” he says. It’s like the Bible of their world.
    “I’ve mentally rewritten the ending too many times to count,” she says. He lands one blistering blow on her bottom. Then another. She can imagine what her ass looks like. She’s been on the “doling out” side of so many punishment sessions. He’s not holding back, either. She continues. “Why couldn’t they have stayed together? Why did the character have to go crazy?”
    He spanks her again, and she grinds her pussy into his leg, getting the contact she craves.
    “I always thought that if they kept going, they’d work everything out.”
    “Optimist,” he says.
    “Realist. I want a BDSM story with a happy ending.…”
    He strikes again, catching her sweet spot. She moans, but she doesn’t stop talking.
    “I want the tenth week. And the eleventh, and the twelfth. Until ultimately I want to lose count of the weeks.”
    He paddles to the cadence of her words.
    “I want to live in a world where everyone gets what they need, and nobody is punished for their desires.”
    He spanks her again.
    “Unless their desire is to be punished.”
    Frost drops the paddle and pulls her upright. He parts her thighs, splits her pussy lips and sits her down on his cock. She feels how hard he is, how wet she is. They are perfectly joined.
    “Baby,” Frost says as he kisses her. He’s made her work for this. Now comes her reward. “Welcome to the beginning…”
    “The beginning?” Her eyes are wet. He kisses her cheeks.
    “…the beginning of your happy ending.”
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ISBN: 9781472001153
    Tied Up and Twisted
    © Alison Tyler 2012
    First Published in Great Britain in 2012
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