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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

  Available in Adobe PDF, HTML, MobiPocket, and MS Reader

  Printed in the United States of America

  Editor: Karen W. Williams

  Cover Artist: April Martinez

  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 breast