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  THE SWITCH

  An erotic interlude with the characters of

  DANGEROUS CRAVINGS

  Evangeline Anderson

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  This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations some readers may find offensive (Domination/submission, spanking, mild bondage).

  The Switch

  Evangeline Anderson

  This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Copyright © March 2007 by Evangeline Anderson

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  ISBN 978-1-59632-438-1

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  Editor: Karen W. Williams

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  Cole:

  “Are you sure about this?” Alex looked at me, her brown eyes filled with emotion.

  “It was your idea. Are you sure about it?” I returned.

  She nodded, her long, golden brown hair brushing over the tender nape of her neck with the motion. “I want to try it…I think.”

  “You think?” I frowned and shifted to get more comfortable on the dark green comforter that covered her queen-sized bed. The solid oak headboard was biting into my bare shoulders.

  “No, I know.” Alex sounded more sure of herself now. “I want to try it as long as you’re okay with it. As long as you’re sure.”

  I took a long look at her, taking in the skin-tight bustier she was wearing that pushed her full breasts up and out and the painted-on black leather pants that hugged the curves of her hips. Those pants were nearly impossible to get into. I knew because I’d helped her do it before, tugging at the unforgiving leather to get it into place. However, there was no need to take them off once the action got hot. There was a tiny tab at the top of the crotch that unsnapped and revealed the start of a zipper. Once unzipped, the pants split nearly in half, offering free access to her gorgeous ass and other delectable assets.

  We’d been together for over a year as more than just friends and partners now and still she looked so hot I felt like my cock might explode just from seeing her dressed like that. I wanted to reach for her, wanted to tug down the top of her tight black bustier and suck the sensitive tips of her full breasts. I wanted to unzip those painted-on pants and bury my face between her thighs. But I couldn’t because at the moment I was a little tied up -- literally. Tied to her headboard and completely naked. At her mercy.

  “Are you sure?” she asked me again.

  I tugged at the slender but strong parachute cord binding my wrists to her solid oak headboard. “The only thing I’m not sure about is if you tied me tight enough,” I told her. “You look amazing, Alex. I’m liable to rip right through this cord just to get to you if we don’t start soon.”

  She blushed, her creamy skin coloring beautifully, and bowed her head. It made my cock harder than ever to see her shed her tough, “one of the guys” policewoman outer shell and reveal her hot, needy, sexually submissive inner self.

  This was the point in our play when I would usually start interrogating Alex about her day, asking her if she had been bad and if she was in need of punishment. Sometimes I would spank her with my hand or a belt or paddle. Other times I would run a slender chain through the small gold rings that pierced her sensitive nipples and tether her on her hands and knees to the headboard. Then I would take her from behind, long and slow, telling her all the while how good she felt around me, how hard I was going to fuck her, and how many times I was going to make her come. This usually lasted until she was breathless from moaning and I could feel her spasming around my shaft. When I felt that happen I would take her hard and fast until I spurted into her, filling her with myself as I loved to do. But this time I wasn’t going to be doing any of that because this time I wasn’t in charge. This time I was the one tied down and helpless.

  “Alex?” I said. “Mistress?” That one word seemed to remind her of what we were doing. Her head snapped up and I saw her big brown eyes fill with fire. She smiled seductively and there was something a little bit cruel in the curve of her full lips that made my cock surge. God, what had I let myself in for?

  “Cole.” She rolled my name over her tongue like she was savoring the taste of melting chocolate. “Have you been a bad boy today?” she asked, stalking closer to the bed, her full hips rolling seductively. She was wearing knee-high black boots with heels that were hooker-high, and there was a warm sexual flush spreading from the tops of her breasts up the slender column of her throat. She picked up the long, thin riding crop that was lying at the foot of the bed and tapped it meaningfully against one palm.

  I didn’t know if she was really planning to discipline me and I didn’t really care. At this point a proper submissive would have been trembling with the dreaded anticipation of the first blow. But even though we’d agreed to switch places for this one night, I couldn’t make myself feel submissive. Instead, I felt my muscles tensing, straining at the ropes that bound me. I didn’t want to cower in submission -- I wanted to snap the parachute cord like string, grab Alex, and throw her down on the bed. I wanted to plunder all the warm, soft, vulnerable places of her body, the places she didn’t let anyone but me touch. I wanted to make her moan and scream my name while I tongued her open and sucked her clit into my mouth…

  “Cole?” she asked again. “Have you been bad?”

  I took a deep breath, reminding myself that we had both agreed to try this, this switch, at least for one night.

  “Yes, Mistress,” I heard myself say. “I guess I have.”

  “You guess?” She stalked forward again until her leather-clad thighs were touching the dark green bedspread. Leaning forward, she caressed the aching flesh of my hard cock with the cool leather of the crop, barely stroking me.

  The light touch sent fire through my veins. I clenched my jaw and willed myself not to break the headboard by tugging too hard on the ropes. The parachute cord was strong but it was beginning to fray a little with my restless motions, tempting me to snap it and just take her. God, she was sexy like this, when she was in control. Almost as sexy as when she was submitting herself to me totally, begging me to punish her, to dominate her in every way until she came again and again.

  “Are you going to whip me?” My words came out in a hoarse growl. I wanted her. Wanted her so badly I could almost taste her salty-sweet juices on my lips and feel the softness of her body pressed against mine.

  Alex shook her head, that sexy, almost cruel smile playing around her full lips again. “Oh, no, I think I can come up with a better way to punish you than that, Cole.”

  She tugged at the bottom of her bustier, pulling it further down her waist until her full breasts were
revealed. I nearly moaned when I saw her berry-red nipples with their tiny delicate gold rings -- rings I had bought for her when I had the sensitive tips of her breasts pierced. I could still remember the way she’d trembled when I blindfolded her, the way she’d submitted to me despite her pain and fear.

  “You like this, Cole?” Alex asked, climbing onto the bed with me. “You like these?” She gestured to her bare chest and I had to bite my tongue to hold back a moan. She knew I loved her breasts. I could spend hours on her nipples alone. I pulled harder at the ropes, making the headboard rattled restlessly against the wall behind it. I wanted her with a fierce, aching intensity that was making me crazy.

  “I can see that you do.” Alex answered her own question. She had abandoned the riding crop now, leaving it on the floor beside the bed. She crawled forward on her hands and knees, her full breasts hanging down like some kind of gorgeous, ripe fruit, until she got to me at the head of the bed. Then, moving like a cat, she straddled me. The leather of her pants creaked sexily with the sinuous motion and suddenly her breasts and berry-ripe nipples with their slender gold rings were right in my face.

  “God, Alex!” I had time to grate out and then she was pressing her right nipple against my open lips.

  “Suck me,” she commanded, using her best Mistress voice. I didn’t have to be told twice.

  I sucked the ripe tip of her breast eagerly into my mouth, savoring the salty-sweet flavor of her skin and the slight metallic tang of the gold ring that pierced her tender nipple. I sucked hard at first, taking as much of her breast into my mouth at once as I could, greedy for the taste of her. Alex moaned and put her hands on my shoulders, her fingertips digging into my skin. I eased up and threaded the tip of my tongue through the slender golden hoop, tugging at it to tease her sensitive nipple to attention.

  “God! Cole!” Alex moaned, her fingers tightening on my shoulders. Hearing her say my name like that was almost too much. My cock was throbbing, swollen with need for her. I tugged on the ropes that bound my arms again, wanting to be free to grab her and do more, much more than just suck her nipples.

  She pulled back for a moment, panting breathlessly, her fingers still tight on my shoulders. I surged forward, trying to recapture her nipple or to find the other one. I was addicted to the taste of her and I wasn’t nearly satiated yet.

  “No.” She shook her head, her cheeks flushed with passion. The nipple I had been sucking was red and swollen looking and I knew that she had to be very wet under those leather pants right now. Having her nipples sucked and played with always makes Alex hot and slippery and ready for me. Ready for my cock. I felt a flash of frustration at the ropes around my arms again, the ropes that were keeping me from taking her.

  “Why not?” I demanded, forgetting I was supposed to be subservient.

  “Because…because you’re going to do as I say.” Alex frowned but she looked a little less sure of herself now.

  “Is that right, Mistress?” I grated, staring her in the eyes, something no proper submissive would dare to do.

  “Yes.” She nodded with renewed determination. “And I have decided…decided the best way to punish you is to tease you a little, Cole.” She lifted her head, that almost-cruel smile playing around her lips again. “To show you what you can’t have because you’ve been bad. So watch.”

  Slowly and with great deliberation, she unsnapped the tab at the top of her leather pants and tugged the zipper down. What I saw when the black leather pants parted nearly took my breath away.

  Alex had either shaved or waxed, I didn’t know which and I didn’t care. All I cared about was the fact that she was completely bare down there. The soft nest of light brown curls that had decorated the top of her sex was gone, leaving only smooth, pale skin. The mound of her sex looked utterly naked, utterly vulnerable and her delicate lips were swollen with need. I could see the way they were parting on their own, revealing her pink, inner folds, glistening with her juices. I had been right -- she was wet, maybe wetter than I had ever seen her. Her feminine musk nearly overwhelmed me and my cock surged, desperate to be inside her. I wanted to taste her. Wanted to fuck her -- to plunge deep inside her soft, provocative body and fill her with my cum. To prove again and again that she was utterly and completely mine.

  Suddenly it was too much.

  I felt the big muscles of my arms bunching as I pulled hard on the ropes, snapping them like pieces of twine. I surged forward, reaching for her and Alex gasped and scrambled backwards, out of my way.

  “Alex,” I said, my voice coming out in a hungry, possessive growl. “Come here. Now.”

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  Alex:

  “Come here. Now.” Cole’s voice was thick with lust. It was his Master tone, the one that normally melted me completely and made me eager to do whatever he said. But this time there was a light shining in his deep blue eyes that frightened me. Had I pushed him too far?

  I huddled at the foot of the bed, watching the massive man who was my partner, my lover, my Master. Cole is a big guy -- well over six feet and made of hard, solid muscle. He has hands big enough to palm a basketball and he can break a bad guy in half over one knee like a dry stick. I’m five seven myself -- a respectable height for a woman but despite all my training, I know I’d be no match for him physically. I’d never been afraid of him before but then, I’d never tied him up and teased him either. It had seemed like a good idea at the time but now I wasn’t so sure.

  Cole sighed and ran one hand through his military short black hair, the green and blue dragon tattoo flexing on his left bicep with the motion. “Look, Alex, I didn’t mean to scare you.” His deep voice was softer now, but no less urgent. “And I know we thought it might be fun switching roles like this. But I can’t wait any longer. I need you now.” His voice descended into a stern, commanding growl once more and I felt the hairs on the nape of my neck stir and my nipples tighten.

  “I…I…” I shook my head, still hanging back. I resisted him as I had the first night we were together when he had commanded me to part my thighs so he could taste me. I resisted not out of fear, but out of need. Even after being together for over a year, it was still difficult to believe that I had finally found a man that was not only willing to fulfill my darkest sexual desires of Domination and submission, but who was eager to do it. Very eager, from the look in Cole’s piercing blue eyes.

  “Come here, Alex,” he said again, his voice a little softer. “I promise not to hurt you. At least, not any more than you need to be hurt.”

  Those words, the same words I had spoken myself so long ago when we were first getting together as more than partners, more than friends, made something inside me melt. He was reminding me deliberately of the time we’d spent with Mistress Samantha, searching for the serial killer that had been stalking the streets of Tampa. That tense, terrible time when he was just finding out about my need to submit.

  It had been hard at first for Cole to believe I wanted to be tied down and punished, that I wanted a cane across my ass as badly as I wanted a tender kiss on my lips. He couldn’t understand how I, an acknowledged feminist and all around tough girl, could possibly get off on giving control of my body completely to someone else -- to a sexually dominant Master. But once he had begun to understand things had changed between us and our relationship had deepened into what it was today.

  “Alex,” Cole said, his deep voice soft but still commanding. “You’ve been a bad girl and you’re only making things harder for yourself by refusing to come to me. Do you want to make your punishment worse?”

  I shook my head. “No, Master,” I whispered, acknowledging his power over me with a rush of relief. I had thought it might be fun to switch roles for a while, to let Cole see how I felt when I was tied and helpless and give me a taste of his power. But in the end I much preferred my submissive role to his Dominant one.

  “Then come here and lay across my lap.” Cole patted his bare thighs, his cock still rising rigidly from between them and I
knew what he had in mind. Submissively, I crawled forward on the bed and positioned myself so that I was lying face down over his lap with my ass in the air. The black leather pants I had on unzipped all the way up to the top, revealing my naked, vulnerable buttocks completely. As Cole cupped my trembling flesh in one large, warm hand, I could feel the hot steel of his cock pressing against the smooth skin just above the mound of my sex and I knew that what we were doing excited him every bit as much as it excited me.

  “Count for me, Alex,” he demanded and I didn’t have to ask what I was supposed to count. Instead, I tried not to tense up as I felt his large, warm palm connect with my naked, vulnerable ass.

  “One,” I gasped as his hard palm made contact with my soft ass. “T -- two,” I moaned as the stinging heat spread over my bottom again. I could feel my sex getting wetter and wetter with each blow, my body coming alive beneath his hand. God, how I needed this! And he knew just how to give it to me. Just how much to hurt me to make my desire spike to almost unbearable levels.

  “Three!” I moaned. “Four…five…” Cole whipped me hard, not giving an inch despite the hurt little cries that escaped from between my lips with each stroke. He didn’t let up until he’d reached ten. Then, when my ass felt like it was on fire and I thought the tender V between my thighs would melt with the heat, he stopped spanking and helped me sit up, straddling his lap once more.

  “How do you feel, Alex?” The look in his blue eyes was stern but also concerned. Cole has a very good grasp of how far to push me, such a good grasp in fact that I have never once had to use a safe word with him and this time was no exception.

  “I…I’m okay.” There were tears in my eyes because my behind still stung from his whipping. But there was peace in my heart. No other man in the world could have raised a hand to me and gotten away without having his balls handed to him but I welcomed both pain and pleasure from my Master’s hand and was happy to give up control to him.