Zane lifted Dara's legs, bent them at the knee and placed her feet on the edge of the bed so she was wide open to him. Holding the dildo, he slowly inserted it into her pussy, giving it an extra push to make sure it was fully seated."Okay." He leaned down to brush a kiss over her mouth. "Now you can stand up.""That's it?" She tried to figure out what was going on. "Almost. Put your shorts and bikinis back on."Finished, she stood in front of him, waiting. He opened her hand and showed he a small disc in his palm. "Know what this is? The magic button." "The what?"He held it between thumb and forefinger and pressed. Immediately the dildo began vibrating. She was so startled that for a moment she almost lost her balance. Zane watched her, doing his best to swallow a grin, heat flashing in his eyes."I thought this would spice up our shopping trip a little."She lowered her gaze. "Whatever pleases my Master."He laughed, a sound that always made her feel warm and secure
It had taken every bit of Zane's restraint not to go back, find Jason, and smack his face to pieces. And he hadn't even heard the whole story yet. He drove one-handed, holding onto her hand with one of his. After he parked he all but carried her into the cottage, tossed their packages into the bedroom and had her lie down while he removed the little dildo. He'd keep that for a better time, when his girl hadn't had the life scared out of her.He wanted her to put on her nightgown and get into bed but she shook her head."It's two o'clock in the afternoon, Sir. Please don't make me get into bed. I want to sit on the porch with you."Zane nodded, but he made her put on her short robe so he could get his hands on her. He knew just how to ease the tension gripping her body. He also poured two glasses of wine and set them out there before he led Dara to the lounge chair on the porch and sat her in his lap. He made sure she'd taken at least two sips of the wine before he settled her in his
"Jason Reynolds? What does he have to do with it?" Zane asked."I can answer that." Pat set his beer down and leaned forward. "The cops have been after Reynolds for a long time. He's connected to a lot of clubs that open, stay in business for a short time, then close their doors."Zane frowned. "Why's that?""Because as fancy as they make themselves, these clubs are dirty. They don't have the same rules as the approved dungeons. They don't screen their membership. They don't monitor activities. But that's not all." He looked over at Pat."I have a friend who's a detective with the Lee County Sheriff's Department," Pat told them. "They've had complaints over the past three years about girls disappearing from the clubs."Dara stared at him. "Disappeared how? What's going on?""That's what they've been trying to find out." Pat hitched forward a little more. "Here's how it works. One of the owners, sometimes Reynolds, sometimes one of the others, makes a connection with a female who
When they returned to the porch Zane was glad to see Derek had salvaged the steaks from the grill and placed them on the waiting platter. Dara held tightly to his hand as she looked at the two men then bowed her head."I apologize for my, um, reaction. I am so sorry.""Dara, look at me." Derek's voice was low and mellow, but commanding, nonetheless.She lifted her head slowly. "Please don't be angry with me.""They aren't." Zane wished he could take a cloth and wipe her years with Jason Reynolds out of her memory. One of these days she'd be completely healed. He planned to make sure of it."Zane's right," Derek assured her. "The people we are angry at are Reynolds and his partners. They've run this game for far too long.""I called my detective friend before I came over here," Pat added. "He's not on shift tonight. I'd like to call him and ask him to join us here, if that's okay." He looked at Zane, then at Dara, then back to Zane."I'm not sure we should - ""Discuss it when I
Zane took time to soap every inch with care. Then, with the water pouring down on them he ran his fingers along her slit and tweaked her clit. He also gave attention to her ass. He'd learned through trial and error that without the threat of punishment she loved the feel of his fingers inside her. But when she tried to push back against them, he slapped one cheek of her buttocks."Not unless I give permission, remember?"She groaned but stood obediently still.He dried them both then lifted her and carried her to the bed. When he adjusted her spread-eagled she lifted an eyebrow questioningly. When he carefully bound her to the bed, spread-eagled, securely tied to the posts at the headboard and footboard he could see she was confused. They seldom played in this room anymore. When he explained why her smile lit up the room. God, that smile just slayed him. He'd had to work long and hard to get the first one.He lifted the little dildo they'd used earlier from the dresses and applie
Dara wasn't sure just how she managed to through the following week. Zane insisted she call into work sick and stay away all week. He had turned down two short assignments from Derek to stay home and hover over her. Every time her cell phone rang he insisted she tell him who it was before she answered. Her immediate supervisor had called twice checking on her. One of the girls she hung with at work checked up on her. She'd only had the phone two months. It was a novelty, since Jason had cut off all forms of communication with anyone but him or his friends. She had been stingy about giving it out. Work had it. Maya and one of the other girls had it. A couple of other necessary people. But since she'd been out of circulation for so long it wasn't as if she had a string of friends to share it with.Derek called several times to let them know an investigation was in process. That with the information she'd provided the police were able to move forward and he'd keep them informed of wha
"Oh, yes, please," Dara breathed, relief washing over her. "And Jason? You have him, too?""Damn straight. He's the head honcho who has a rep for being very dangerous and without a conscience. The feds have got him tucked away with a full complement of guards while they put together the formal charges. This isn't something he'll be able to wriggle out of. I doubt he'll ever see a day outside prison for the rest of his life."Dara did not realize how tense she'd been listening or how much she needed to hear that, until all the tension eased from her body as if someone had pulled a plug."We're very grateful to you," Zane told Derek, taking Dara's hand in one of his."Actually," Derek said, "it's Dara who gets the gratitude, from all of us. If you all hadn't run into Reynolds last weekend, if she hadn't been scared of what might happen to Maya, this thing could just as easily have continued to languish in the files. Dara, it was your worry for your friend and you certainty that she w
Part Four: All Tied UpBree Donovan lowered the window on her rental car and inhaled the fresh scent of the waning afternoon. Late November in the Texas Hill Country gave the air a fresh, crisp edge, a welcome change from the fumes that clogged the atmosphere in downtown Chicago. Even in the city of Austin the environment had a different tang to it, a different feel. Once again she sent a silent thanks to the client who had requested she come to Texas to meet with him. It got her out of the snow and biting cold that blew in off Lake Michigan and away from the mess she'd made of her private life.Soon she would start her second Texas project, an office complex the owner wanted to reflect the history of the area. That's where Bree had made her name in architectural circles - as a designer who knew how to weave history and practicality into a successful blend.The invitation from the client had come at exactly the right time. She was still dealing with the misery of her emotional and
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,