All Chapters of The Pleasure Principle: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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

"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

Bree's GPS beeped, breaking into her reverie, and the mechanical voice told her to turn one half mile ahead. And there it sat, in the center of a long stretch of what the locals called a pole fence. The gateway's sign proclaimed the entrance to Rancho Dominacion. She swallowed a chuckle. Emilio Dacosta, the host of today's munch, was listed on the San Antonio BDSM site as a Dom with his own group. She wondered how many people thought the name merely implied his standing in the ranching community.A long driveway wound between verdant pastures where horses grazed and romped. At the end of the driveway sat the ranch house, a two-story adobe structure in a Spanish style architecture people thought of as symbolic of the state. The red tile roof reflected the blazing sun while the pale adobe walls promised a cool interior. The house was huge, with four large picture windows reflecting the late afternoon sun and a long veranda with an iron railing. The upper story rose gracefully to a red b

"He has events like this once in a while. Usually it's a small crowd and by invitation only. Today, the crowd you see is made up of the regulars. The core of our group.""That makes me an interloper." Bree was suddenly uncomfortable. She took a step back from him, suddenly desperate to put some space between them, and looked toward the parking area. Maybe she should be smart here and leave.Rafe studied her face, his gaze so piercing she was sure he could see all her sudden uncertainties bubbling deep inside her. "Not at all." One corner of his mouth crooked up in a lopsided grin. "When you posted your message, Emilio had the opportunity to withhold an invite. But he checked you out and whatever your reference told him, must have convinced him you'd fit in with the group." He waved at the crowd of people talking and drinking, nibbling from the snack trays. "Some of the folks in this group here have a similar setup only smaller. And others prefer the privacy of their own homes. That

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