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

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.

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

Bree took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Well. She'd agreed to this. Maybe even subconsciously asked for it, and realized she actually looked forward to her surrender.In the bathroom she stood for a long moment, centering herself, astonished at how aroused she already had become. When she reached in to turn on the shower, it excited her to see that instead of one large showerhead, there were many embedded in the ceiling and the walls that sprayed a fine mist.While the water heated, she completed three of the tasks he'd set for her, using the items he'd placed on the vanity. She finished with the razor, whisking it over her legs from thigh to ankle until there wasn't a stray hair anywhere. For a moment she thought about lathering up her pussy but he had specifically told her to leave it alone. He'd take care of it himself. Taking a quick look in the full-length mirror, she permitted herself a little smile. He wouldn't have much to do. She kept her mons clean except for a

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