When they returned to the porch Zane was glad to see Derek had salvaged the steaks from the grill and placed them on the waiting platter. Dara held tightly to his hand as she looked at the two men then bowed her head."I apologize for my, um, reaction. I am so sorry.""Dara, look at me." Derek's voice was low and mellow, but commanding, nonetheless.She lifted her head slowly. "Please don't be angry with me.""They aren't." Zane wished he could take a cloth and wipe her years with Jason Reynolds out of her memory. One of these days she'd be completely healed. He planned to make sure of it."Zane's right," Derek assured her. "The people we are angry at are Reynolds and his partners. They've run this game for far too long.""I called my detective friend before I came over here," Pat added. "He's not on shift tonight. I'd like to call him and ask him to join us here, if that's okay." He looked at Zane, then at Dara, then back to Zane."I'm not sure we should - ""Discuss it when I
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
Dara wasn't sure just how she managed to through the following week. Zane insisted she call into work sick and stay away all week. He had turned down two short assignments from Derek to stay home and hover over her. Every time her cell phone rang he insisted she tell him who it was before she answered. Her immediate supervisor had called twice checking on her. One of the girls she hung with at work checked up on her. She'd only had the phone two months. It was a novelty, since Jason had cut off all forms of communication with anyone but him or his friends. She had been stingy about giving it out. Work had it. Maya and one of the other girls had it. A couple of other necessary people. But since she'd been out of circulation for so long it wasn't as if she had a string of friends to share it with.Derek called several times to let them know an investigation was in process. That with the information she'd provided the police were able to move forward and he'd keep them informed of wha
"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
Part Four: All Tied UpBree Donovan lowered the window on her rental car and inhaled the fresh scent of the waning afternoon. Late November in the Texas Hill Country gave the air a fresh, crisp edge, a welcome change from the fumes that clogged the atmosphere in downtown Chicago. Even in the city of Austin the environment had a different tang to it, a different feel. Once again she sent a silent thanks to the client who had requested she come to Texas to meet with him. It got her out of the snow and biting cold that blew in off Lake Michigan and away from the mess she'd made of her private life.Soon she would start her second Texas project, an office complex the owner wanted to reflect the history of the area. That's where Bree had made her name in architectural circles - as a designer who knew how to weave history and practicality into a successful blend.The invitation from the client had come at exactly the right time. She was still dealing with the misery of her emotional and
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
"Frightening away our guest before she has a chance to meet anyone, Rafe?"Bree turned to see a man detach himself from the crowd and she wondered if out here in the ranch country, they grew all the men this tall. His body didn't have width and musculature of the man who had approached her and was now standing inches away from her. Rather, she'd describe him as lithe. Not as broad in the shoulders. Still as filled with confidence, however. Much darker than the first man, he still exuded the same aura of confidence. Another Dom. Were there any subs here?He held out his hand. "Emilio Dacosta. You must be Bree Donovan."She frowned as she took his hand. "Am I wearing a sign?""Not at all. But when you sent me a name for a reference, I asked him for a photo so I'd recognize you. Try to make you welcome." He glanced at the other man. "Not isolate you as my rude friend here has done. Bree, meet Rafe Burnette, often the bane of everyone's existence."Rafe's tanned hand closed over hers
"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