Dallas walked ahead of them to the third bedroom, and Tracie remembered he'd been here yesterday setting it all up. He went directly to the padded bench and pulled out two extensions from the side. Pete stood Tracie on the floor next to the bench, went to the wall and switched on the intercom, then lit the candles set up in a grouping on a small table. The soft music from the stereo flowed into the room and the jasmine scent of the candles began to waft on the air. "Princess." Pete was behind her now, his hands on her shoulders, thumbs stroking the column of her neck. A ball of heat formed in her stomach. He seldom called her anything but princess, so she knew this was heavy business. "Mm hmm?" "I've told Dallas the pleasure you bring me when you suck my cock. As friends we've always shared, so tonight you'll do the same for him. Right now I want you to give him a taste of what he's in for." His hands pressed down on her. "Kneel for me, princess, and take him into your
Dallas laughed. "Oh, man, she is so right for this." Suddenly the thin filament of the whip cracked on her exposed anus, not nearly as stinging as the spankings but ten times more erotic. She jumped slightly, but Pete held her firmly in place. Then the whip snapped again. And again. And again. She lost count of how many times because she was so totally hot she could only think of some way to find relief. Her heart was racing and her pulse pounding as she tried to anticipate each touch, lift into it, make it harder, sharper. Her ass was on fire and she wanted to turn up the temperature even more. Pete bent his head to her again. "Are you ready to come, princess?" Was she? Oh, god she was more than ready. He kissed both cheeks of her ass, then slid his hands down to her cunt and opened her wide. In a moment she felt the familiar touch of the bullet buzzing around her labia, then on her clit, then inside her. She tried to hunch again. "Ask me," Pete ordered. She gri
"Not yet, princess." Pete removed his mouth from her nipple and leaned over to brush a kiss across her forehead. "I want this one to take you higher than you've ever been."She forced herself to breathe in and out through her nose, trying to slow her racing pulse. After a while she lost track of how many times they turned the vibrator on and off. Sometimes Pete would rub her clit, sometimes Dallas would pinch it between his fingers. But they never let her go over the edge.At last the chocolate melted completely and Dallas was standing beside her, stroking his cock. "Take me in your mouth, Tracie. Suck me hard and we'll let you come."She turned her head he slid his cock between her lips and down her throat. Her jaw and throat muscles were conditioned by now, having done this with Pete dozens of times now. She swirled her tongue around the thick shaft and pulled on it with her lips, taking him deep into her throat. As he thickened and throbbed Pete turned the vibrator back on and b
Part Two: Storm WarningsThe rain had started early in the afternoon, a light shower at first, a soft spray. Typical for Florida in the summer. But, then, also typical, the drops thickened, crowded together, and came down faster until the tiny island was being pounded. As he'd done every day since he got there, Zane Colby had made sure both the little skiff and the bowrider were secured at the dock and the tarp in place on the fast little boat. When Derek Pierce had given him the use of the cottage, he'd told him Florida was famous for summer rains. He sort of forgot to mention that they were second cousins to typhoons.Hell, he could hardly complain. It was just what he was looking for - a rustic cottage on the water, isolated, accessible only by boat. No telephone. Spotty cell service. Not one damn fucking person to disturb his solitude. Derek called it isolation, and maybe he was right. Either way, it got him 100 percent removed from social contact of any kind, which was just wh
She just continued to stand there, hugging herself, her eyes wide, staring at the scar on his face."It's not as bad as it looks," he told her. "A war souvenir. I might look frightening but I promise I won't hurt you.""A-all right." But still she didn't move. Her eyes were filled with fear and he had the distinct feeling it wasn't all caused by him."Look." He couldn't hide his exasperation. Was the women fucking stupid? "You have two choices. Go inside, jump in a hot shower, I'll find you something to put on and make some coffee. Or, you can stand here and either freeze to death or die of pneumonia. The choice is yours. I'm going inside."He made sure the cover was tight on the bowrider and turned to head toward the cottage. Without another word, the woman turned and raced up the incline ahead of him like the hounds of Hell were after her. Inside, she stood in the middle of the living room, arms wrapped around herself again, looking like a drowned, frightened rat. She was drippin
They ate in a silence so thick with unspoken words Zane thought he could reach out and touch it. Dara finished first then sat there with her hands folded in her lap, eyes focused on her feet while he ate the rest of his meal. The extremeness of her subservience made him angrier by the minute. Anyone who lived the real D/s lifestyle knew it was the only relationship built 100 percent on trust. That the power exchange was what made it work. A sub giving that power of domination to him was a true gift. Zane still recalled the first time a friend had taken him to a private club and given him the opportunity to explore urges and desires he had no idea what to do with. That first night he'd just watched the performances, stunned people were doing these things in front of an audience but totally aroused both by their unselfconsciousness and by the performance itself. He'd gone back again and again, finally applying for his own membership, and begun training to be a Dom.Yes, training. Some
She twisted in his grasp, and when she did, her tee shirt twisted and rode up, exposing her back. It took every bit of Zane's self-control not to gasp out loud or mutter a curse. He had applied the whip to his subs. Lily loved it. But lightly, so that although there were red stripes crisscrossing her skin, the lotion they used soothed them and made them fade. He didn't use it to create permanent marks on her or any other sub.In contrast, Dara's back was crisscrossed with visible scars, a network of welts that combined both old and new marks. This was not the use of a whip for erotic pleasure. This was the work of someone determined to cause the most pain possible. Looking at her back made him sick to his stomach. Unable to stop himself, he coasted his hand over the dRafecate skin, fingers tracing each and every one of her marks.With unexpected strength, Dara pushed off his lap, yanking herself away from him."Don't." She bit her lip, her eyes cast downward. "Don't look at them."
Zane swallowed a sigh and pushed himself out of his chair. "How about if we go out on the porch. We can watch the rain from there. It's covered so we won't get wet. Rain always used to make me feel better."When I was a kid and not a wreck of a person.Dara gave him a skeptical look, but when he waved at the porch, she headed toward the door. The air had a clean, fresh smell to it, the kind that rain always brought with it. Zane wished the storm could cleanse his brain the way it did the landscape. He took Dara's hand, feRafeng the fragility of the bones. It was a wonder the wind out on the bay hadn't just blown her away.He was careful not to hold her hand too tight. He was at a loss how to proceed because he had no idea what things he might do that would send frightening signals to her. He closed his eyes in an effort to center himself and bam! Out of the blue, an image of Dara, naked, snapped into his brain. She was on her knees, head bowed, her rich sable hair falling over her f