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already begun grabbing for his hair to pull him back up. She was beginning to think she
had the body of a whore and the mind of a prude, but Cash wasn t going to allow her to
find solace in either state, unless that was what he wanted for her.
Chapter Six
As soon as he felt her fingers touch his head and curl into his hair, he knew what
she was about.  Don t you dare pull my hair, Sugar, or I ll flip you over and use your
hairbrush on your backside, regardless of what you already got this evening.
Damn him! Although it looked like an antique family heirloom, Cash had a
hairbrush especially made for her  to his exact specifications, of course - and had given
it to her last year for Christmas, in front of the family. No one but the two of them had
realized that it served a dual purpose. It was made of a gorgeous, rich mahogany, and it
had her name, Sugar, embellished in gold script on the back.
It was, as far as she was concerned, too big for either purpose, but it was a
beautiful brush, and he had insisted that she use it for her hair, but he had also used it on
several occasions for the real reason he had purchased it. There it resided on her dressing
table, not five feet from where they lay currently, within easy reach of his hand, should
he decide to punish her at any time while they were here, and it wasn t the only
implement he d required her to keep in her bedroom, either. He had many choices,
should he decide he needed to take her down that road, and Sugar knew it.
She sighed exasperatedly and whined a bit, as much as she dared knowing the
proximity of the brush, but left her fingers where they were, as if the illusion of control
helped her deal with what he was going to do to her somehow.
He quite liked her fingers right where they were, and continued his journey to
more interesting territory. He arranged them on a more diagonal slant across the bed so
that his tall frame had more support, then he saw that she had demurely closed her legs
and had even gone so far as to cross her ankles during the process, probably hoping he
wouldn t notice, or at least comment.
 Do you want me to get the brush, little lady? he asked, his hand draped over her
ankles.
Why did her clit contract when he said things like that, in that deep, soft tone of
his that had her bottom throbbing, too, as if he d already done what he d threatened and
taken it to her still terribly sore bum in retribution for her impertinence? Her hands had
already slid compulsively around and under her butt, as if to protect it from that perceived
 and entirely viable  threat.
Sugar shook her head slowly back and forth, whispering a  no that he could
barely hear.
 All right then. Why don t you just leave your hands right where they are, then,
behind your back, and open your legs right now.
Her  no became much more strident at the restriction he d placed on her hands,
having to keep them beneath her for the foreseeable future, and now also having to open
herself to him voluntarily, as if she was offering him those tender bits that so wanted his
attention. Her feet parted at a snail s pace, until he began to lean towards the vanity, and
then she yelped and separated them about a foot apart.
 Wider, Sugar, and I m not going to tell you again. I m just going to get up and
get it, and you re going to be one very unhappy young lady.
She hated being called a young lady. It was something someone said to a
recalcitrant little girl, and she was a day shy of being twenty-one. Sugar stubbornly
chose to completely ignore the fact that her nether parts had contracted on hearing him
say that, too.
Whining was not allowed, either, although she could get away with a very small
amount of it, and she knew she was pushing the envelope as she keened at him
impotently. Still, she blushed very furiously as she finally set her ankles well apart.
Almost too calmly and softly,  Bend your knees.
Her eyes flew to his in outrage, but all she saw was that one eyebrow had risen
imperiously, and she knew better than to push him any further.
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