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
Too bad Derek didn't have a tub put in his bathroom, Zane thought. He'd love to be soaking in it with Dara, luxuriating in the hot water, letting it ease the residual strain in both their bodies. But he did the best he could. He turned the shower on full force, as hot as they could stand it, and took great care in soaping and massaging every muscle in her body. He couldn't prevent himself from tweaking her rosy nipples when he washed her breasts or sliding his soap-covered fingers into the warmth of her pussy. She kept her eyes closed the entire time, which drove him nuts. He wanted to know what she was thinking, how she was feRafeng. She seemed relaxed beneath the touch of his hands but he wanted to be sure. He wanted her to be satisfied and feel safe and to enjoy what they did.When the hell had all that become important to him? How had a storm-tossed waif wormed her way into his heart?At that thought, his hand stilled and he froze in place. His heart? He wasn't sure he even had
"You haven't kissed much." It was a statement, not a question.Dara looked away from him. "My Master said kissing was for weaklings."Zane thought to himself that her so-called Master deserved to be erased from the face of the earth. He wanted to do a lot of kissing with this little waif, a thought that shocked him as soon as it entered his brain. And find out more about who she was. What happened to getting rid of her as soon as possible? "Will you tell me your last name?" he asked."Hanover. Dara Hanover.""Well, Dara Hanover, let's get through tonight and see what tomorrow brings, shall we?""Are-are you sending me away?" She asked the question in a timid voice."Hell, no." The words were out before he even thought about it. "But let's see what happens after tonight, okay?""Okay." She slid under his arms and off the bed. "But I still insist on fixing dinner."He had to admit it was nice to have someone wait on him, ask what he wanted, make sure he had his food and drink.
Part Three: Stormy WeatherZane Colby checked the time on his computer screen. Six o'clock. His heart rate sped up just a little. Dara would be coming through the door any minute now. He could not believe how much his life had turned around in six short months. When he'd left the military lugging with him a heavy case of PTSD, he had never dreamed his life would ever approach anything resembling normal ever again. But the day he fished Dara Hanover out of Estero Bay, for the first time in what seemed forever his life changed for the better. Dara's, too. What he and others called a copycat Dom had kept her under his thumb until she feared for her life. She had still never told him how they'd met or how she'd ended up a virtual prisoner. And as someone who was finally dealing with his own PTSD, a lot of it because of Dara's care, he hadn't pushed her. She'd been scared enough, though, to risk an escape in a small boat on Estero Bay in the middle of a heavy storm. He still remember
"I told you how most days I have coffee in the break room with some of the girls from the office. The ones I've gotten to know on shift." Lily blushed. "They really like me, Zane."The fact that she still had a hard time believing it once again made him want to kill the man she'd been with in a most painful way."Of course they do, girl." He gave her a lopsided grin. "What's not to like?""Well, anyway. One of the girls has a friend who said she'd visited a brand new dungeon in the city." She giggled. "They all had a shocked look on their faces. At first I thought it was because of the BDSM thing. But then I realized they thought it was a real dungeon." "Not the first time that's happened," he told her."Anyway, her friend is into the lifestyle and told her all about this place. It's called Indulgence. Have you heard of it?"Zane frowned. "Not that I remember. I'll ask about it when I see him tomorrow.""Are you taking another assignment?"His friend Derek Pierce, who'd done
Zane had removed his shirt and shoes and left them in their bedroom before he went to put things together for their evening. They had turned one room of their little cottage into a playroom. Derek had offered to get them guest passes to The Playroom, the private dungeon where he was a member. Zane had turned him down, at least for now. He was sure Dara was a long way from having sex in that environment. The man she'd been with belonged to a dungeon that Derek told him had one of the worst reputations in the area. The man had pimped her out to his friends, putting no restrictions on anything. She had both physical and mental scars from that experience. Zane himself wasn't sure he was ready for a club environment again. He had his own bad memories, wrapped up in the whole situation with Lily. No, they were much better off in the privacy of their own home. Little by little he'd learned what turned her on, what level of pain gave her pleasure and what level frightened her. He learned wha
That night Dara told Zane how, after so many hours in that position she almost passed out, her Master - no, Captor - would bend her over a chair and rape her from behind. And that was the only word to describe it. Rape. One of these days he hoped their relationship would finally have wiped out all those memories.Okay. No more of that tonight. Bit by bit he was teaching her what a true and good D/s relationship was. That was his focus. He needed to push the rest of the garbage out of his mind.Dara stood at the bench, back straight, head bowed, hands clasped behind her back. Zane stood behind her and ran the palm of one hand over her smooth skin from her shoulders to her thighs. A network of scars still crisscrossed the delicate skin, a memento of the cruelty she'd suffered. He had bought some cream a friend recommended and applied it to her every night. The scars had faded over time but they would never disappear. Fuck.Okay, put those thoughts away. Tonight is for pleasure.
"How did the girls enjoy Phillip Hansen?"It was Saturday morning, the day after the Hansen speech. Dara had attended with her friends at work. Because Zane worked the event she had driven herself and gone out for a drink with the girls afterwards. Now they were having breakfast on their little back porch, enjoying the soft breeze in the air and the sun-kissed scenery. One thing the house had that they loved was a vow of Estero Bay. That particular body of water would always have a special significance for them. Dara took a sip of coffee before answering him."It was all they could talk about." She set her cup down. "I'm telling you, Zane, they were like kids in a candy store.""Did Elise go with you?" He wanted to know more about this person who had turned them onto Hansen and who had some kind of connection with the new dungeon.""Oh, yes. She kept asking them what they liked, what intrigued them the most, if they thought they wanted to try any of those things.""Did she eve
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,