Part Two: Storm WarningsThe rain had started early in the afternoon, a light shower at first, a soft spray. Typical for Florida in the summer. But, then, also typical, the drops thickened, crowded together, and came down faster until the tiny island was being pounded. As he'd done every day since he got there, Zane Colby had made sure both the little skiff and the bowrider were secured at the dock and the tarp in place on the fast little boat. When Derek Pierce had given him the use of the cottage, he'd told him Florida was famous for summer rains. He sort of forgot to mention that they were second cousins to typhoons.Hell, he could hardly complain. It was just what he was looking for - a rustic cottage on the water, isolated, accessible only by boat. No telephone. Spotty cell service. Not one damn fucking person to disturb his solitude. Derek called it isolation, and maybe he was right. Either way, it got him 100 percent removed from social contact of any kind, which was just wh
She just continued to stand there, hugging herself, her eyes wide, staring at the scar on his face."It's not as bad as it looks," he told her. "A war souvenir. I might look frightening but I promise I won't hurt you.""A-all right." But still she didn't move. Her eyes were filled with fear and he had the distinct feeling it wasn't all caused by him."Look." He couldn't hide his exasperation. Was the women fucking stupid? "You have two choices. Go inside, jump in a hot shower, I'll find you something to put on and make some coffee. Or, you can stand here and either freeze to death or die of pneumonia. The choice is yours. I'm going inside."He made sure the cover was tight on the bowrider and turned to head toward the cottage. Without another word, the woman turned and raced up the incline ahead of him like the hounds of Hell were after her. Inside, she stood in the middle of the living room, arms wrapped around herself again, looking like a drowned, frightened rat. She was drippin
They ate in a silence so thick with unspoken words Zane thought he could reach out and touch it. Dara finished first then sat there with her hands folded in her lap, eyes focused on her feet while he ate the rest of his meal. The extremeness of her subservience made him angrier by the minute. Anyone who lived the real D/s lifestyle knew it was the only relationship built 100 percent on trust. That the power exchange was what made it work. A sub giving that power of domination to him was a true gift. Zane still recalled the first time a friend had taken him to a private club and given him the opportunity to explore urges and desires he had no idea what to do with. That first night he'd just watched the performances, stunned people were doing these things in front of an audience but totally aroused both by their unselfconsciousness and by the performance itself. He'd gone back again and again, finally applying for his own membership, and begun training to be a Dom.Yes, training. Some
She twisted in his grasp, and when she did, her tee shirt twisted and rode up, exposing her back. It took every bit of Zane's self-control not to gasp out loud or mutter a curse. He had applied the whip to his subs. Lily loved it. But lightly, so that although there were red stripes crisscrossing her skin, the lotion they used soothed them and made them fade. He didn't use it to create permanent marks on her or any other sub.In contrast, Dara's back was crisscrossed with visible scars, a network of welts that combined both old and new marks. This was not the use of a whip for erotic pleasure. This was the work of someone determined to cause the most pain possible. Looking at her back made him sick to his stomach. Unable to stop himself, he coasted his hand over the dRafecate skin, fingers tracing each and every one of her marks.With unexpected strength, Dara pushed off his lap, yanking herself away from him."Don't." She bit her lip, her eyes cast downward. "Don't look at them."
Zane swallowed a sigh and pushed himself out of his chair. "How about if we go out on the porch. We can watch the rain from there. It's covered so we won't get wet. Rain always used to make me feel better."When I was a kid and not a wreck of a person.Dara gave him a skeptical look, but when he waved at the porch, she headed toward the door. The air had a clean, fresh smell to it, the kind that rain always brought with it. Zane wished the storm could cleanse his brain the way it did the landscape. He took Dara's hand, feRafeng the fragility of the bones. It was a wonder the wind out on the bay hadn't just blown her away.He was careful not to hold her hand too tight. He was at a loss how to proceed because he had no idea what things he might do that would send frightening signals to her. He closed his eyes in an effort to center himself and bam! Out of the blue, an image of Dara, naked, snapped into his brain. She was on her knees, head bowed, her rich sable hair falling over her f
Zane had been positive the disaster with Lily had wiped out all desire to be in a D/s situation again, or any kind of sexual situation, at least until he got his shit straightened out. But there was something about Dara, her fragility, her lack of any artifice, that flipped a switch inside him. Made him want her with a sudden, explosive fierceness.Go figure.Maybe this is what both of you need, for different reasons.He leaned back in the Adirondack chair and watched as she stroked his hard length with her slim fingers before lapping every inch with her tongue. Bolts of pleasure shot through him, arousing him. Her small hand inched down between his thighs to cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze. Heat he'd never expected to feel again blasted him, scorching his nerve endings. The sight of her on her knees before him, head bent low as her tongue and her lips worked his cock knocked away the last of his reservations and breached the wall that had sprung up around him. His inne
"I know you've been kind to me, and angry on my behalf. That's more than I need."Zane was half tempted to call a halt to this right now. Again, he wondered if he was losing his mind about to indulge in some D/s play with a sub he'd never met before who was obviously traumatized? If anyone he knew had told him they were planning this, he would have chewed his ass out. But this was not a normal situation, or normal circumstances. Zane saw himself as damaged goods, too. Maybe the coming together of two traumatized people was what impelled him to do this. If he could be her savior, maybe she could serve the same purpose for him.But he'd have to be careful about what activities he chose. The most important thing to him right now was giving her pleasure, however he had to do that. He zipped his jeans but left the button undone and gave Dara an intense look."The first thing for you to do is take off those clothes."Her eyes widened. "But - "He knew she was thinking about the scars. "
Taking the last length of rope, Zane fashioned a knot that he settled right on her clit, pulling hard to tighten it and put pressure on every one of her sensitive spots. Last, he tied off the end using the length of rope circling her waist. Now the thick cord was abrading every one of her sensitive spots. He wished he had something secure in the ceiling to hook her to, but a quick glance upward showed him nothing but a ceiling fixture, certainly not strong enough to bear her weight.Okay, he'd improvise. Balancing her with great care, he lifted her to the couch and arranged her so she lay on her back, bound arms behind her, the cheeks of her ass resting on her heels. He watched her carefully for signs of pain beyond the pleasure point, well aware she'd never tell him about it. When he was satisfied with her position, he picked up a tiny vibrator he'd plucked from the drawer, cleaned it carefully, and hooked it to the rope just above where it pressed against her clit. It worked with a
Somehow she made it through the week, although it took every ounce of discipline and control she could muster. She worked on the Texas project, ruthlessly wiping Rafe from her mind. Her phone calls with friends were brief. She pleaded work, and they seemed to understand, although she could tell some of them were dying to share gossip with her. She even managed to push the disaster with Chad to the back of her mind, until fate stepped in and threw her a curve. Jesse asked her to sit in on a meeting for a colleague out with the flu. Normally she didn't mind. Was happy to. But this one happened to be in the office building where Chad worked. She had no good reason to refuse so she crossed her fingers and prayed that in a building that big, and with all the people who worked there, they wouldn't run into each other.She actually made it in and out unscathed. No Chad. No one giving her a hard time. Then, before hailing a cab to get back to her office, she stopped at a Starbucks a few doo
"Come on, Bree," Naomi dimpled. "Get with the spirit of the holidays."But Bree just waved the hand holding the slips at her and made her way down the hall to her office. Breathing a sigh of relief, she firmly closed the door, set her briefcase beside her desk and her portfolio on her drafting table. She glanced around, stuck her purse in her drawer, hung up her coat, and tried to decide if she dared ask someone to get her coffee so she didn't have to brave the break room, certain it too, had been overrun with disgusting holiday decorations. Dropping into her chair she tried to figure out how she'd get through the next few weeks without losing it and cussing people out at the annual office party. Or any of the other events she might be scheduled to attend. She wondered if she could get out of some of them. Many of them. Most of them. An image of Rafe popped into her head, lying naked beneath a Christmas tree with a jingle bell tied to his cock. Instantly her panties dampened and h
Bree thought for sure when the plane finally landed in Chicago, she would have put Texas behind her. She'd deliberately packed her clothes from the weekend and had worn simple slacks and a sweater, her usual casual attire in the city. Even her boots went into the suitcase, but she had no place to put the damn hat. Deliberately ignoring the stares of almost everyone she passed, she pretended she wore it all the time and no one dared to comment.But its very presence on her head reminded her of Rafe, a memory she needed to scrub from her brain if she intended to get on with her life, which she certainly had every intention of doing. She'd taken a little detour, that was all. And enjoyed it far more than she would have expected. But being with a Dom on a regular basis? How would she suppress her own need for control? To be the one in charge?Her head ached with all the questions to which she had no answers. Even two cocktails on the flight did nothing to ease the tight knot she'd tied h
Friday night at the munch the allure of Bree Donovan had been almost purely sexual. Almost, because he sensed she kept a shield around herself. And she had been in the company of virtual strangers, trying to be on her best behavior. He didn't miss the unspoken sexual chemistry that blazed between them from the moment he greeted her at the edge of the patio. He saw in her eyes at once that she felt it as much as he did.He almost lost her when he thought she wouldn't stay for the performance. But then she did, and he couldn't help himself, couldn't keep from touching her. Whispering in her ear. Rubbing her cunt through her jeans until a small orgasm ripped through her. For some reason she hadn't stopped him, and a connection forged, whether she wanted to acknowledge it or not.He wasn't the only one who had enjoyed the past two days. Or every minute of last night. He'd pushed her boundaries because he'd sensed that latent, well-hidden need in her to turn the tables sexually, even for
Bree nibbled her lower lip while she tried to organize her thoughts. "I don't know how to answer you. I think it might just be the circumstances here. What happened could very well be a once and done."He dipped his head. "It might be." She gave a nervous little laugh. "Aren't you even going to argue with me about it?""What for? You could be right," he leaned forward again. "But you might not. Don't you want to find out?"She shrugged. "It's a moot point. I'm going back to Chicago tomorrow and there isn't a single person there I'd trust to put myself in that situation with. Not one." She added sweetener to her coffee and stirred it. "And what about you? Have you ever wanted to be in a reverse role? Give over control to another person?""Not that I can remember. But maybe I hadn't found the right person. Someone I'd feel comfortable enough doing it with. And I'm not saying it has to be a permanent thing. But think how great it would be for two people who have such strong feelings
How could Bree argue with a man who wouldn't argue back? When she left she had on brand new jeans, a silky soft blouse and new bra and bikini panties that felt like sin against her body. And of course, the Stetson. She couldn't do anything about her makeup, but at least she felt fresh. And her new boots, which had proved more comfortable than she'd expected, finished off the outfit in style and she hoped, took attention away from her naked face.Rafe tossed the bag with her other clothes in the back seat, then boosted her up in the front."Man, shopping really works up an appetite, doesn't it?"She couldn't help laughing. "Even when all you do is watch?""Especially then." He winked and cranked over the engine.The restaurant turned out to be everything he promised. The dining room with had high ceilings but walls divided the large room into smaller segments. Rafe was right, tough, that the real place to be was on the veranda, overlooking the river. They sat right by the railing
The moment Bree awoke, she realized Rafe had left the bed, although when she touched the sheets on his side, they were still warm. She lay back against the pillows and closed her eyes. Her thoughts were scattered around in her brain like pebbles rolling down the hill. One thing he'd been right about. Her training with the Master, didn't compare with the feelings aroused in her the night before.He could have pushed her more. She'd actually been prepared for it. But he seemed to have an innate sense of exactly how far to take her this time and when to stop.Wait! This time? That implied there'd be another and she wasn't anywhere near ready to think about that. Besides, she planned to leave the next day and they'd probably never see each other again. Although maybe on her trips to visit the new client, they could get together and - and what, Bree? Pretend they were having some kind of relationship?It might have been fun to switch roles last night, fun being a very mild word for the i
The first slap on her ass was a powerful smack that went clear through her body. Then a second one, a third and a fourth. Bree cried out, thankful he'd given permission. She couldn't control her reaction to the pleasure and pain. Her ass was inflamed now, heat spreading down to her thighs. Being on the receiving end told her more than any description could have. The effect on her body was intense, acute arousal that made her muscles clench with need. She could smell her own scent, feel the quivering of the walls of her cunt.When he stopped, she wanted to cry out for him to resume, but that was not her place. He obviously had something in mind, so she'd just wait, biting the inside of her cheek to maintain some semblance of control. She didn't have to wait for long. His fingers, lubed again, eased into her ass, scissoring, pressing and stimulating the tissues. They were still inside her when he spanked her again. Four more times. The combination of the feel of the punishment and his f
Bree jumped when Rafe touched his finger to the swollen nub of flesh between the lips of her pussy."Careful. I did that so you could feel my touch. I'm going to touch you many times while I shave you. Caress you. Play with you. And the one thing to remember is you must not come. No orgasm until I give the order. Exactly like the performance last night."In seconds she felt the first slide of the razor over her flesh, the click as it hit the side of the bowl with the water in it. Then a repetition and another. After the third one he traced the line of her slit with a finger. The touch, barely there and so erotic it made her body shake."You like that. I do, too. I think I could spend the night do nothing but playing with your clit, seeing how far I could take you each time before allowing you your release." A pause. "But not tonight."Then the razor stroked over her again. Rafe was right, exactly as she'd been right with many of her subs. Being blindfolded enhanced everything else,