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
Dallas walked ahead of them to the third bedroom, and Tracie remembered he'd been here yesterday setting it all up. He went directly to the padded bench and pulled out two extensions from the side. Pete stood Tracie on the floor next to the bench, went to the wall and switched on the intercom, then lit the candles set up in a grouping on a small table. The soft music from the stereo flowed into the room and the jasmine scent of the candles began to waft on the air. "Princess." Pete was behind her now, his hands on her shoulders, thumbs stroking the column of her neck. A ball of heat formed in her stomach. He seldom called her anything but princess, so she knew this was heavy business. "Mm hmm?" "I've told Dallas the pleasure you bring me when you suck my cock. As friends we've always shared, so tonight you'll do the same for him. Right now I want you to give him a taste of what he's in for." His hands pressed down on her. "Kneel for me, princess, and take him into your
Dallas laughed. "Oh, man, she is so right for this." Suddenly the thin filament of the whip cracked on her exposed anus, not nearly as stinging as the spankings but ten times more erotic. She jumped slightly, but Pete held her firmly in place. Then the whip snapped again. And again. And again. She lost count of how many times because she was so totally hot she could only think of some way to find relief. Her heart was racing and her pulse pounding as she tried to anticipate each touch, lift into it, make it harder, sharper. Her ass was on fire and she wanted to turn up the temperature even more. Pete bent his head to her again. "Are you ready to come, princess?" Was she? Oh, god she was more than ready. He kissed both cheeks of her ass, then slid his hands down to her cunt and opened her wide. In a moment she felt the familiar touch of the bullet buzzing around her labia, then on her clit, then inside her. She tried to hunch again. "Ask me," Pete ordered. She gri
"Not yet, princess." Pete removed his mouth from her nipple and leaned over to brush a kiss across her forehead. "I want this one to take you higher than you've ever been."She forced herself to breathe in and out through her nose, trying to slow her racing pulse. After a while she lost track of how many times they turned the vibrator on and off. Sometimes Pete would rub her clit, sometimes Dallas would pinch it between his fingers. But they never let her go over the edge.At last the chocolate melted completely and Dallas was standing beside her, stroking his cock. "Take me in your mouth, Tracie. Suck me hard and we'll let you come."She turned her head he slid his cock between her lips and down her throat. Her jaw and throat muscles were conditioned by now, having done this with Pete dozens of times now. She swirled her tongue around the thick shaft and pulled on it with her lips, taking him deep into her throat. As he thickened and throbbed Pete turned the vibrator back on and b
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
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,