the two hotshots into her bed. Now, Clint thought she’d only done it to keep her job, like she was some kind of whore.
She’d hoped that teasing them would keep them interested, but when they turned up the heat, she melted.
Oh God, how can I fix this?
She passed her wit’s end thirty minutes ago. A pounding on her door jerked her from her thoughts.
“Open the door, Beth.” Clint’s voiced boomed.
“Are you serious? At this hour?” Beth put her eye up to her peephole. His face came into view. He seemed to be staring directly at her through the tiny eyelet.
“Let me in, now.”
“Why should I? You made your point very clear.”
“Don’t make me bust it down. I will. You won’t like the punishment I’d give you for disobeying me.”
Beth’s mouth went dry, but her want grew.
She unlocked and opened the door.
“Come in, but only for a minute.”
“You like giving orders?” He carried a bag and a video camera. “That’s about to change.”
Her guilt rose in her throat. Had seeing her with Dustin enraged him? Could that have been the reason he’d lashed out so strongly?
This was first time she’d actually been alone with Clint since they met.
“So, why are you here?” The words came out sharper than she intended.
“Do you want to fight me, Beth? Give it all you’ve got.”
“What if I do want to fight you?”
He smiled. “You already know how that will end.”
“What’s with the camera?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” He turned away from her toward the dining table.
“And the bag?”
Rather than answer, he sat the bag down, shielding its contents from her.
“Hey, what’s in that thing?”
“You really want to know?”
“Yes.”
Clint turned back around. He held something behind him. In a split second, he spun her so her back hit his front, pulling her arms toward him.
“What the hell, Clint?”
His large hand covered her mouth. Confusion slashed her logic to bits.
Beth felt something on her wrists. Clint handcuffed her. Panic scraped her insides raw.
“These are leather cuffs. They lock together. You won’t be able move your arms, so don’t try. No talking, unless I tell you to. Nod to let me know you understand.”
She nodded, her heart thumping full tilt.
“Beth, I know what you really need, and I will give you pleasure like you’ve never known before.”
His words ignited something inside her that caused her body to respond.
He untied her robe and slid it down to the handcuffs. She heard a snap. The feel of the leather left her wrists for a second, and her robe fell to the floor. He snapped the cuffs back together, restraining her again. The cold air hit her exposed skin, causing her to shiver violently.
With anyone else, this would’ve been torture, but not with Clint. She felt hunger and guilt. He must’ve come back because he’d sensed her wicked desire for this treatment earlier tonight.
Clint’s hand left her mouth. She heard him pull more items from his bag but dared not look back.
“You’ve been very bad, Beth. You drove a wedge between me and Dustin.”
Tears welled up in her eyes. She deserved anything he wanted to dish out.
“Clint, I—”
His hand covered her mouth, again, forcing her to silence.
“I told you, no talking. You said you understood. I guess you lied, or intentionally disobeyed me. Either way, you will be punished.”
Beth trembled. Desire rose up in her.
“I’m going to ask you some questions now. You can answer one of two ways, ‘Yes sir’ or ‘No sir. ’ Do you understand that?”
Every syllable threw more coals into the lusty fire inside her.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Have you experienced bondage before?”
“Yes, sir.”
Only once, with her ex. She’d enjoyed it and wanted to experience more. He didn’t.
“Interesting. Lifer ?”
“What’s a—Ouch!”
Clint pinched her nipple hard.
“You didn’t listen to my instructions, Beth. Yes siror No sir . That’s it.”
She held back