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.
Capturing Bree's hand, Rafe tugged her along as he walked back to the truck, then handed her the wine sack."You'll need to hold this so I can get the rest of our stuff."She watched him, a look of amusement on her face, while he fetched the food basket and a folded quilt from the back seat of the cab."This way," he told her, and led her past the building, past the picnic tables both under cover and in the open, to the large grassy area that overlooked the vineyards. Setting the basket down he spread out the quilt, then put the basket on one corner. He turned to take the wine from Bree and found her staring openmouthed at the view. "My god, Rafe. This is beyond breathtaking.""That it is." He went to stand beside her. "I love it because the buildings themselves are up here on this level, where you drive in. But then you walk out to the edge of the lawn and it's a bluff overlooking the vineyard itself."He casually slid an arm around her as they looked down at the rows and rows
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
A ribbon of excitement wriggled through Bree. Normally she gave the orders but being on the receiving end sent a thrill of excitement through her more intense than she could have imagined.She focused on his face and slowly undid the buttons on her blouse, tugged the tails from her waistband and slid the fabric from her shoulders. Unsure what to do with it, she folded it and placed it on a corner of the bed. Bra next? Jeans? Did he have a specific order he wanted the clothing removed? Rafe leaned against the long dresser, arms folded across his chest, legs crossed at the ankles. "I want to see your nipples." Okay. The bra.She reached behind to unhook the clasp, pushed the straps down her arms and set the garment on top of her blouse. "Hold your tits out for me," he ordered. "Rub your thumbs over your nipples. Do it, Bree."Hands shaking slightly, she did as he asked, cupping her breasts and brushing her thumbs over the sensitized buds. She had certainly touched herself before
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
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,
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
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