Bree thought for sure when the plane finally landed in Chicago, she would have put Texas behind her. She'd deliberately packed her clothes from the weekend and had worn simple slacks and a sweater, her usual casual attire in the city. Even her boots went into the suitcase, but she had no place to put the damn hat. Deliberately ignoring the stares of almost everyone she passed, she pretended she wore it all the time and no one dared to comment.But its very presence on her head reminded her of Rafe, a memory she needed to scrub from her brain if she intended to get on with her life, which she certainly had every intention of doing. She'd taken a little detour, that was all. And enjoyed it far more than she would have expected. But being with a Dom on a regular basis? How would she suppress her own need for control? To be the one in charge?Her head ached with all the questions to which she had no answers. Even two cocktails on the flight did nothing to ease the tight knot she'd tied h
"Come on, Bree," Naomi dimpled. "Get with the spirit of the holidays."But Bree just waved the hand holding the slips at her and made her way down the hall to her office. Breathing a sigh of relief, she firmly closed the door, set her briefcase beside her desk and her portfolio on her drafting table. She glanced around, stuck her purse in her drawer, hung up her coat, and tried to decide if she dared ask someone to get her coffee so she didn't have to brave the break room, certain it too, had been overrun with disgusting holiday decorations. Dropping into her chair she tried to figure out how she'd get through the next few weeks without losing it and cussing people out at the annual office party. Or any of the other events she might be scheduled to attend. She wondered if she could get out of some of them. Many of them. Most of them. An image of Rafe popped into her head, lying naked beneath a Christmas tree with a jingle bell tied to his cock. Instantly her panties dampened and h
Somehow she made it through the week, although it took every ounce of discipline and control she could muster. She worked on the Texas project, ruthlessly wiping Rafe from her mind. Her phone calls with friends were brief. She pleaded work, and they seemed to understand, although she could tell some of them were dying to share gossip with her. She even managed to push the disaster with Chad to the back of her mind, until fate stepped in and threw her a curve. Jesse asked her to sit in on a meeting for a colleague out with the flu. Normally she didn't mind. Was happy to. But this one happened to be in the office building where Chad worked. She had no good reason to refuse so she crossed her fingers and prayed that in a building that big, and with all the people who worked there, they wouldn't run into each other.She actually made it in and out unscathed. No Chad. No one giving her a hard time. Then, before hailing a cab to get back to her office, she stopped at a Starbucks a few doo
Part One: Hot PleasureThe meeting had run longer than expected and Tracie Hill was nearly at the end of her self-control. That morning, before they left the condo, J.P. "Pete" Montgomery, the sexy hunk that was both her boss and lover and bent her over the bed and slipped two little ivory balls all the way up into her vagina. Then he'd insisted she put on the killer heels he loved. As soon as she started to walk, they began to rub together, sending sparks of heat shooting through her and making her instantly aroused.Pete had grinned at her. "I'll enjoy the day know that little cunt is hotter than a pistol and dripping wet," he told her. "And I'll be checking it regularly just to make sure."Then he hugged her and ushered her to the elevator that took them to the basement garage.The night they met was still a vivid memory. He showed up after hours at the investment firm where she worked. The firm had been sold and the next day she'd be executive assistant to a new CEO. A
Tracie forced herself to concentrate on Pete's words. He must have something in mind but she'd be damned if she knew what. Why was he talking about his friend when she needed release so badly? "Um, I guess you mentioned him."He pressed harder with his fingertips, up and down, still touching the outer lips covering that hot hole. "If you think I'm adventurous where sex is concerned, I'm an amateur compared to him."Now he pinched her clit again, tugging it back and forth. Tracie felt heat overtaking every cell of her body."Uh huh." She closed her eyes and tried to push herself toward his hand, but he had his other arm wrapped around her and held her firmly in place."Dallas took me to a private club he belongs to called October.""What?" "October. The owner named it for the month of his birth. A very innocuous name for a place where you can explore different types of sex play.""D - Different?" She knew she should be paying better attention but she wanted to come so
The third bedroom in the condo was Pete's junk room, the place he stored everything he didn't know what to do with. Wednesday morning, he rented a storage locker in the basement of the building and hired the teenager who lived two floors below to help cart everything downstairs. The things he'd ordered were being delivered Friday morning."Dallas is coming along to set everything up," he told Tracie."Dallas?" she raised her eyebrows. "Why would he do that?""It's his company, princess. Besides, it will give me a chance to see him." "See him? When?""That's part of my surprise." And he refused to discuss it further.When they arrived home from work Pete went directly to the third bedroom, tugging Tracie along with him. If her eyes had widened at the pictures on the computer, they nearly popped out of her head now.In the center of the room, sitting on a pedestal, was a giant X made out of metal, with manacles bolted to each arm. Against one wall was a long, padded bench, rai
Pete moved Tracie while he stripped everything but the sheet from their bed, fetched one of the big bath towels, and stretched her out on it. He positioned her so her heels were at the edge of the mattress, knees bent, legs wife apart. Methodically he lit the candles that were set around the room in holders, punched the button that turned on the stereo so that soft jazz floated into the room, and took a small vial of oil from the warmer where he kept it."First rule: from now on you only come when I tell you to. Okay?""I-I guess."He caressed her cheek. "You'll find out that having to hold off until I say you can come will give you unbelievable orgasms." "A-All right." She'd thought she should be fighting fear over this, but instead she was becoming more and more aroused. She was giving her body to him to do whatever he wished. She would have no voice in the matter. And she couldn't wait to get started.Pete poured the scented oil into his palms, rubbed them together an
On and on it went, stopping and starting, until Tracie was ready to scream. She wanted to come yet she didn't. She was beginning to understand what people meant when they talked about wanting different kinds of pain. "Is that little cunt hot, princess?"She opened her eyes to see Pete looming over her, the feather rod in one hand, his cock in the other. "Yes." She had to focus to get the words out. "You know it is.""Maybe we need to cool it off a little."The next thing she knew he was wrapping a silk scarf around her eyes and tying it in the back. They'd been using blindfolds for weeks now."I want you to experience things with your other senses besides sight," he'd told her the first time. "When sight is taken away, everything else is enhanced."He moved off the bed, and Tracie wondered what he would do next. She didn't have long to wait. She felt him peeling open the lips of her cunt as if her were opening a flower, then the shock of cold ice cubes slid into her