“Mistress,” he said at last, humbly, his heart overflowing with the profundity of his love for this ethereal white creature, “may I be allowed to choose again?”
Regarding him in silence for a long moment, she merely c****d one smoky eyebrow down at him. “Why?” she said suspiciously, her eyes narrowing.
“I just—” Brad bit his lip, squirming. “I just need to, Mistress,” he replied very quietly. “P-please?”
Her dark eyes examined him carefully. “Maybe,” she admitted at last. “Just maybe…” She looked him straight in the eye. “But I am the ultimate arbiter,” she reminded him warningly. “My agreement depends upon the outcome.”
“Of course, Mistress!” he assured her.
Alyssa pursed her lips. Slowly, then, she closed her lovely white fist and put the hand behind her narrow back once more. “Now,
