Taking the last length of rope, Zane fashioned a knot that he settled right on her clit, pulling hard to tighten it and put pressure on every one of her sensitive spots. Last, he tied off the end using the length of rope circling her waist. Now the thick cord was abrading every one of her sensitive spots. He wished he had something secure in the ceiling to hook her to, but a quick glance upward showed him nothing but a ceiling fixture, certainly not strong enough to bear her weight.Okay, he'd improvise. Balancing her with great care, he lifted her to the couch and arranged her so she lay on her back, bound arms behind her, the cheeks of her ass resting on her heels. He watched her carefully for signs of pain beyond the pleasure point, well aware she'd never tell him about it. When he was satisfied with her position, he picked up a tiny vibrator he'd plucked from the drawer, cleaned it carefully, and hooked it to the rope just above where it pressed against her clit. It worked with a
Too bad Derek didn't have a tub put in his bathroom, Zane thought. He'd love to be soaking in it with Dara, luxuriating in the hot water, letting it ease the residual strain in both their bodies. But he did the best he could. He turned the shower on full force, as hot as they could stand it, and took great care in soaping and massaging every muscle in her body. He couldn't prevent himself from tweaking her rosy nipples when he washed her breasts or sliding his soap-covered fingers into the warmth of her pussy. She kept her eyes closed the entire time, which drove him nuts. He wanted to know what she was thinking, how she was feRafeng. She seemed relaxed beneath the touch of his hands but he wanted to be sure. He wanted her to be satisfied and feel safe and to enjoy what they did.When the hell had all that become important to him? How had a storm-tossed waif wormed her way into his heart?At that thought, his hand stilled and he froze in place. His heart? He wasn't sure he even had
"You haven't kissed much." It was a statement, not a question.Dara looked away from him. "My Master said kissing was for weaklings."Zane thought to himself that her so-called Master deserved to be erased from the face of the earth. He wanted to do a lot of kissing with this little waif, a thought that shocked him as soon as it entered his brain. And find out more about who she was. What happened to getting rid of her as soon as possible? "Will you tell me your last name?" he asked."Hanover. Dara Hanover.""Well, Dara Hanover, let's get through tonight and see what tomorrow brings, shall we?""Are-are you sending me away?" She asked the question in a timid voice."Hell, no." The words were out before he even thought about it. "But let's see what happens after tonight, okay?""Okay." She slid under his arms and off the bed. "But I still insist on fixing dinner."He had to admit it was nice to have someone wait on him, ask what he wanted, make sure he had his food and drink.
Part Three: Stormy WeatherZane Colby checked the time on his computer screen. Six o'clock. His heart rate sped up just a little. Dara would be coming through the door any minute now. He could not believe how much his life had turned around in six short months. When he'd left the military lugging with him a heavy case of PTSD, he had never dreamed his life would ever approach anything resembling normal ever again. But the day he fished Dara Hanover out of Estero Bay, for the first time in what seemed forever his life changed for the better. Dara's, too. What he and others called a copycat Dom had kept her under his thumb until she feared for her life. She had still never told him how they'd met or how she'd ended up a virtual prisoner. And as someone who was finally dealing with his own PTSD, a lot of it because of Dara's care, he hadn't pushed her. She'd been scared enough, though, to risk an escape in a small boat on Estero Bay in the middle of a heavy storm. He still remember
"I told you how most days I have coffee in the break room with some of the girls from the office. The ones I've gotten to know on shift." Lily blushed. "They really like me, Zane."The fact that she still had a hard time believing it once again made him want to kill the man she'd been with in a most painful way."Of course they do, girl." He gave her a lopsided grin. "What's not to like?""Well, anyway. One of the girls has a friend who said she'd visited a brand new dungeon in the city." She giggled. "They all had a shocked look on their faces. At first I thought it was because of the BDSM thing. But then I realized they thought it was a real dungeon." "Not the first time that's happened," he told her."Anyway, her friend is into the lifestyle and told her all about this place. It's called Indulgence. Have you heard of it?"Zane frowned. "Not that I remember. I'll ask about it when I see him tomorrow.""Are you taking another assignment?"His friend Derek Pierce, who'd done
Zane had removed his shirt and shoes and left them in their bedroom before he went to put things together for their evening. They had turned one room of their little cottage into a playroom. Derek had offered to get them guest passes to The Playroom, the private dungeon where he was a member. Zane had turned him down, at least for now. He was sure Dara was a long way from having sex in that environment. The man she'd been with belonged to a dungeon that Derek told him had one of the worst reputations in the area. The man had pimped her out to his friends, putting no restrictions on anything. She had both physical and mental scars from that experience. Zane himself wasn't sure he was ready for a club environment again. He had his own bad memories, wrapped up in the whole situation with Lily. No, they were much better off in the privacy of their own home. Little by little he'd learned what turned her on, what level of pain gave her pleasure and what level frightened her. He learned wha
That night Dara told Zane how, after so many hours in that position she almost passed out, her Master - no, Captor - would bend her over a chair and rape her from behind. And that was the only word to describe it. Rape. One of these days he hoped their relationship would finally have wiped out all those memories.Okay. No more of that tonight. Bit by bit he was teaching her what a true and good D/s relationship was. That was his focus. He needed to push the rest of the garbage out of his mind.Dara stood at the bench, back straight, head bowed, hands clasped behind her back. Zane stood behind her and ran the palm of one hand over her smooth skin from her shoulders to her thighs. A network of scars still crisscrossed the delicate skin, a memento of the cruelty she'd suffered. He had bought some cream a friend recommended and applied it to her every night. The scars had faded over time but they would never disappear. Fuck.Okay, put those thoughts away. Tonight is for pleasure.
"How did the girls enjoy Phillip Hansen?"It was Saturday morning, the day after the Hansen speech. Dara had attended with her friends at work. Because Zane worked the event she had driven herself and gone out for a drink with the girls afterwards. Now they were having breakfast on their little back porch, enjoying the soft breeze in the air and the sun-kissed scenery. One thing the house had that they loved was a vow of Estero Bay. That particular body of water would always have a special significance for them. Dara took a sip of coffee before answering him."It was all they could talk about." She set her cup down. "I'm telling you, Zane, they were like kids in a candy store.""Did Elise go with you?" He wanted to know more about this person who had turned them onto Hansen and who had some kind of connection with the new dungeon.""Oh, yes. She kept asking them what they liked, what intrigued them the most, if they thought they wanted to try any of those things.""Did she eve