Rafe let his gaze roam over the crowd. "Tonight, Sara, the Domme, is going to take the submissive role. And Chad, her longtime sub, is going to take the upper hand for a change." He grinned widely. "I think many of you subs in the audience have thought about that now and then. Right?"Laughter ran softly through the crowd."They discussed this at length with me and rather than conduct their little experiment in private, they chose to do it before all of you. So, if any of you subs sitting in the audience think you might like to switch now and then, here's a chance to see what it might be like."More laughter. Sounds of people shifting in their chairs. A whisper of conversation."I think that's enough of an introduction. Now it's time for Sara and Drake."He stepped off of the platform and moved back to a corner of the room. A door to the right opened and the couple Bree had met earlier strode confidently out to the center of the room. Drake, a medium height compact man with dark a
Next to her Bree sensed Rafe's body tense and his arm, which he'd draped over her shoulder at some point, tightened slightly. His fingers rubbed her shoulder in an even circular motion. She knew she should shrug off his touch, but somehow she felt so connected to him, she had no desire to.Her mind drifted at the heat of his touch, but the crack of a whip, brought her sharply back into the present. She shifted her gaze back to the platform where Drake strode around Sara, a single tail whip in his hand that cracked with the rhythmic motions of his arm.Bree had seen many single tail whip demonstrations before. She'd even trained in the use of it and knew exactly how precise every motion had to be, every flick of the wrist, every angle of the arm. Drake's movements displayed confidence and dexterity, so she had to ask herself, had these two reversed roles before, or had Sara taught him specifically for tonight? He drew a breath, lifted his arm to the proper angle and the crack! sound
The sub jerked slightly, and Bree wondered if they'd planned it or if Drake had gone off script. If he had, it meant he wanted her to return the punishment when they were alone.Sara licked her lips and croaked, "Please lick me clean.""Sir," Drake prompted."Sir," she added.The expression on the volunteer's face showed his obvious pleasure at the task, the man knelt again, spread the lips of Sara's cunt and began to lap eagerly. As she watched, another set of spasms rocked Bree. Rafe pressed his fingers firmly against her crotch and she pushed down on them as hard as she could. The performance on stage finished at almost the same time the last tremors left her body.Rafe slid his hand free, leaned closer and held his fingers under his nose."Perfume," he breathed, then wrapped his arm around her again to steady her.Bree didn't know what to say to him. To anyone. She glanced to either side of her to see if anyone had noticed, but apparently they were all too busy with their ow
Rafe had made a comment about the size of her expense account allowing her to use The Driskell Hotel for her stay and she'd quickly pointed out that yes, she had a large one, and more than that, she'd earned it. Her work brought in a lot of revenue for Cascade Designs and they compensated her appropriately. When Jesse Grier relocated to Chicago from Seattle, he had kept the name of the firm, named for the Cascade Mountains, and no one seemed to think it odd. People constantly told her it had a nice musical sound. O-kay. Whatever pleased them.Jesse hired her right out of architectural school and her ability to absorb the history of places and blend that history with the needs of the client, had earned them many awards. And big fat fees.So, when she traveled, places like the Driskell were her destination home away from home. Built in 1886 as the showplace of cattle baron Jesse Driskell, people acknowledged it as a legendary landmark in Texas hospitality. Historic events had taken p
Bree cocked an eyebrow."In case you didn't notice, I'm not a Texan.""I know." Yet. "Maybe we'll remedy that.""In two days? I like the size of your ego."She laughed, a musical sound that shot right through him. This woman could be dangerous to his health. Certainly to his cock. He'd have to be very careful to make sure that all they had over the next two days was a lot of fun.He guided her across the street to his truck and boosted her up into the passenger side of the cab, forcing himself not to run his palm over the curve of her ass when he did so."Is it a rule in Texas that every truck has to be built for giants?" She grinned as she fastened her seat belt."We consider them normal size." He turned the key and cranked the engine. As he pulled out smoothly into the traffic he asked, "Feel like a Texas-sized breakfast, or are you one of those women who believe a spoonful of granola and half a peach is the right way to start the day?""Not to burst your bubble, but some day
Rafe figured she'd expected a high-end store that stocked Tony Lama, Lucchese and Dan Post. But in this same strip center. he'd found a specialty shop where a woman he'd once spent time with, made boots that combined durability with style. Nita Harmon smiled when he walked in. The smile faltered a little when she saw Bree with him, but then her professional face fell smoothly into place."We'll fit you with a real pair of Texas boots."Bree glanced from him to Nita and back again, instinctively reading the situation. But when Nita headed to the stock room in the back Rafe shook his head at her and mouthed the words, Past history.He gave Nita credit. She remained completely professional and worked her magic to find the perfect footwear for Bree. At the end of an hour she walked out with her high fashion boots in a box and wearing new ones in faded blue with a wild horse design and low block heels for easy walking."Now isn't that better?" he asked when they were back in the truck.
Capturing Bree's hand, Rafe tugged her along as he walked back to the truck, then handed her the wine sack."You'll need to hold this so I can get the rest of our stuff."She watched him, a look of amusement on her face, while he fetched the food basket and a folded quilt from the back seat of the cab."This way," he told her, and led her past the building, past the picnic tables both under cover and in the open, to the large grassy area that overlooked the vineyards. Setting the basket down he spread out the quilt, then put the basket on one corner. He turned to take the wine from Bree and found her staring openmouthed at the view. "My god, Rafe. This is beyond breathtaking.""That it is." He went to stand beside her. "I love it because the buildings themselves are up here on this level, where you drive in. But then you walk out to the edge of the lawn and it's a bluff overlooking the vineyard itself."He casually slid an arm around her as they looked down at the rows and rows
Rafe's house sat on considerable acreage outside the city of Austin, a rambling piece of land dotted with oak, mesquite and mountain cedar. Enough land so his neighbors were a good distance away."Close enough for business, far enough away for privacy," he told her. The house, a long, low rambling ranch-style made of limestone and adobe, had big picture windows that reflected back the late afternoon sun while ancient oaks shaded the house from excessive heat. The shrubbery, Bree noticed, was kept to a minimum but totally appropriate for the rustic environment."Oh, stop, Rafe! Look!" He slammed on the brakes in the driveway and shoved the gearshift into Park. "What's wrong?""Nothing. Just look." She sat up straighter in the cab and lowered her window. "Over there. Deer." She pointed to the right where a small group of deer nibbled at the leaves on a low-hanging branch."Be real quiet. They spook easily.""They're so beautiful," she whispered. "I've never seen any except in th
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,