Part One: Hot PleasureThe meeting had run longer than expected and Tracie Hill was nearly at the end of her self-control. That morning, before they left the condo, J.P. "Pete" Montgomery, the sexy hunk that was both her boss and lover and bent her over the bed and slipped two little ivory balls all the way up into her vagina. Then he'd insisted she put on the killer heels he loved. As soon as she started to walk, they began to rub together, sending sparks of heat shooting through her and making her instantly aroused.Pete had grinned at her. "I'll enjoy the day know that little cunt is hotter than a pistol and dripping wet," he told her. "And I'll be checking it regularly just to make sure."Then he hugged her and ushered her to the elevator that took them to the basement garage.The night they met was still a vivid memory. He showed up after hours at the investment firm where she worked. The firm had been sold and the next day she'd be executive assistant to a new CEO. A
Tracie forced herself to concentrate on Pete's words. He must have something in mind but she'd be damned if she knew what. Why was he talking about his friend when she needed release so badly? "Um, I guess you mentioned him."He pressed harder with his fingertips, up and down, still touching the outer lips covering that hot hole. "If you think I'm adventurous where sex is concerned, I'm an amateur compared to him."Now he pinched her clit again, tugging it back and forth. Tracie felt heat overtaking every cell of her body."Uh huh." She closed her eyes and tried to push herself toward his hand, but he had his other arm wrapped around her and held her firmly in place."Dallas took me to a private club he belongs to called October.""What?" "October. The owner named it for the month of his birth. A very innocuous name for a place where you can explore different types of sex play.""D - Different?" She knew she should be paying better attention but she wanted to come so
The third bedroom in the condo was Pete's junk room, the place he stored everything he didn't know what to do with. Wednesday morning, he rented a storage locker in the basement of the building and hired the teenager who lived two floors below to help cart everything downstairs. The things he'd ordered were being delivered Friday morning."Dallas is coming along to set everything up," he told Tracie."Dallas?" she raised her eyebrows. "Why would he do that?""It's his company, princess. Besides, it will give me a chance to see him." "See him? When?""That's part of my surprise." And he refused to discuss it further.When they arrived home from work Pete went directly to the third bedroom, tugging Tracie along with him. If her eyes had widened at the pictures on the computer, they nearly popped out of her head now.In the center of the room, sitting on a pedestal, was a giant X made out of metal, with manacles bolted to each arm. Against one wall was a long, padded bench, rai
Pete moved Tracie while he stripped everything but the sheet from their bed, fetched one of the big bath towels, and stretched her out on it. He positioned her so her heels were at the edge of the mattress, knees bent, legs wife apart. Methodically he lit the candles that were set around the room in holders, punched the button that turned on the stereo so that soft jazz floated into the room, and took a small vial of oil from the warmer where he kept it."First rule: from now on you only come when I tell you to. Okay?""I-I guess."He caressed her cheek. "You'll find out that having to hold off until I say you can come will give you unbelievable orgasms." "A-All right." She'd thought she should be fighting fear over this, but instead she was becoming more and more aroused. She was giving her body to him to do whatever he wished. She would have no voice in the matter. And she couldn't wait to get started.Pete poured the scented oil into his palms, rubbed them together an
On and on it went, stopping and starting, until Tracie was ready to scream. She wanted to come yet she didn't. She was beginning to understand what people meant when they talked about wanting different kinds of pain. "Is that little cunt hot, princess?"She opened her eyes to see Pete looming over her, the feather rod in one hand, his cock in the other. "Yes." She had to focus to get the words out. "You know it is.""Maybe we need to cool it off a little."The next thing she knew he was wrapping a silk scarf around her eyes and tying it in the back. They'd been using blindfolds for weeks now."I want you to experience things with your other senses besides sight," he'd told her the first time. "When sight is taken away, everything else is enhanced."He moved off the bed, and Tracie wondered what he would do next. She didn't have long to wait. She felt him peeling open the lips of her cunt as if her were opening a flower, then the shock of cold ice cubes slid into her
Pete carefully released all the manacles and the spreader and helped Tracie to a sitting position. She felt weak and shaken but still unbelievably stimulated. He poured two glasses of wine from the cooler he'd set up earlier and handed her one."To us, my lovely princess. And to heights we have yet to attain." He stretched out his hand and touched his glass to hers. "You know, sugar, I've looked a long time for a woman who could match my sexual appetite and enjoy the things I do. I certainly never expected to find it at my new office."She gave him a glance filled with speculation. "Surely in New York - especially in that club you belonged to - there must have been many women who could match you."He reached over and stroked his fingers down her cheek. "But none so real about it. None who took pleasure and thrived on it. Not like you, princess. With you everything is new and fresh. I don't think I'll ever tire of this."Tracie's heart did a tiny hitch. Was he trying to
Pete unfastened the handcuffs one at a time, rubbing her exhausted limbs as he released each one. When the last one sprang loose, he picked her up in his arms and placed her on the bed, lying down next to her."Easy, princess." His voice was soothing, his hands gentle as they caressed her body. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, a tender and caring gesture. "Let your body come down.""Oh, god, Pete." She could hardly form words."I told you it would be good, didn't I? The best yet?""Yes." She drew in a breath and let it out slowly. "The best.""Good girl."She could hear the smile in his voice."Pete?" "Mm hmm." "I don't think we can top this."He hugged her close to him, one hand fingering the collar around her neck. "Oh, princess, we haven't even started yet." When she didn't comment, he brushed the hair away from her face and nudged her slightly. "Sugar?"But she was fast asleep.Pete climbed off the bed and picked up the covers from the floor, covering
Tracie reached down and tried to push his hands against her, but instead he put his hands over hers and guided her fingers to her opening."I like it when you touch yourself, princess. You don't know how hard it makes me.""Oh, yes I do," she giggled. "That's not the fireplace poked sticking into my ass."His mouth was close to her ear, his breath fanning the skin. "Princess, remember how we watched those movies about threesomes?" Pete had an impressive collection of erotic movies that they watched two or three times a week. He liked them to do the things to each other they saw on the screen."Uh huh." Her pussy clenched as she began to get a hint of where he was going."And remember you once said you had a fantasy about being fucked by two men at the same time?""Y-Yes." That had been one of her hidden dreams, and she'd confided it to him during one movie night. At that moment a door closed somewhere inside and Tracie jumped. "What's that noise?"Pete tightened his
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,