back with Bethany. Leave it to her to get the slowest horse in the stable. “I’m trying,” he called back. “This bloody thing won’t slow down!”
Alistair finally found something he wasn’t good at. She watched him struggle in the saddle and laughed. The group moved farther and farther ahead. She nudged her heels into her horse’s sides. “Giddy up!” He kept his slow and steady pace. “Come on!”
Up ahead, Alistair was trying to turn his horse around to come to her rescue. Surely, someone would notice they weren’t with the group and come back for them.
Bethany’s gray and white horse shuffled along in the sand, wandering diagonally toward the jungle away from the water. She tugged the reins, but the stubborn beast wouldn’t move where she wanted him to.
“On my way!” Alistair shouted, hanging onto his horse’s reigns for dear life as it galloped toward her.
When his horse got within about ten feet of hers, her horse finally decided to run—in the opposite direction. Bethany screamed as she leaned forward, clinging to the reigns, saddle and horse’s mane. “Whoa! I said WHOA!” She pulled back on the reigns doing her best to keep her balance while bouncing up and down on the saddle.
She heard the hoofs of Alistair’s horse not too far behind her. “You need a whip for that thing!” he yelled.
A memory burst in front of her eyes.
Her.
In a club.
In front of him.
A smug look on his face. A cigar in his mouth. Her cracking a long, black whip on the marble floor at his feet and saying, “For the next hour, you’re mine to play with.”
A series of memories flooded her mind. Hot wax dripping on his chest, handcuffing him in a bathroom stall, the first time she’d let him inside her—physically and mentally at the same time.
With another yank, her horse began to slow. Alistair came up alongside her. “Okay?” he asked.
She knew she should tell him she’d remembered, and she would, just not right then. There was something very special with what they’d found together, the new memories they’d created over the days she’d been made into someone new. She didn’t want to return to where they’d been. She only wanted to move forward exactly how things were between them.
When they got home she’d tell him.
Home. To LA. With Alistair.
Forever.
THE END
About Dolls & Doms And Kelli Maine
Dolls & Doms is episodic, erotic flash fiction told at www.DollsAndDoms.blogspot.com . The Penance Of Black Betty is the second in a novella series based on the episodes on the blog and the follow up to The Submission of Alistair Ingram.
Kelli Maine is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Give & Take series, Taken, No Take Backs, Taken By Storm, Take Me Back, Given (March 4, 2014) and Take This Man (March 4, 2014). She’s one of the founders of The Naughty Mafia and loves meeting readers on Facebook and Twitter . Updates can be found on her blog, www.kellimaine.blogspot.com .
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