"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
Dinner was served on large picnic tables in the side yard. Rafe introduced her to Sara and Drake, who greeted her warmly. Although neither of them wore a collar, from the vibes Drake gave off, he made it obvious he was the sub and might as well have worn a sign that said owned. Bree told them she looked forward to their performance, then allowed Rafe to guide her to one of the tables. It surprised her when he chose not to sit with her."I'll see you later," he whispered before moving to another table. "I thought I'd let you chat with some other folks for a while.Bree managed to relax, mostly because he had put some distance between them, allowing her to engage in idle conversation with those at her table. Could he possibly be giving her some space? Why? Or maybe he thought she should have some time away from him, to see what she might miss? Damn! But the people he introduced her to were friendly and pleasant and asked the usual questions - where are you from, are you top or bottom
Rafe let his gaze roam over the crowd. "Tonight, Sara, the Domme, is going to take the submissive role. And Chad, her longtime sub, is going to take the upper hand for a change." He grinned widely. "I think many of you subs in the audience have thought about that now and then. Right?"Laughter ran softly through the crowd."They discussed this at length with me and rather than conduct their little experiment in private, they chose to do it before all of you. So, if any of you subs sitting in the audience think you might like to switch now and then, here's a chance to see what it might be like."More laughter. Sounds of people shifting in their chairs. A whisper of conversation."I think that's enough of an introduction. Now it's time for Sara and Drake."He stepped off of the platform and moved back to a corner of the room. A door to the right opened and the couple Bree had met earlier strode confidently out to the center of the room. Drake, a medium height compact man with dark a
Next to her Bree sensed Rafe's body tense and his arm, which he'd draped over her shoulder at some point, tightened slightly. His fingers rubbed her shoulder in an even circular motion. She knew she should shrug off his touch, but somehow she felt so connected to him, she had no desire to.Her mind drifted at the heat of his touch, but the crack of a whip, brought her sharply back into the present. She shifted her gaze back to the platform where Drake strode around Sara, a single tail whip in his hand that cracked with the rhythmic motions of his arm.Bree had seen many single tail whip demonstrations before. She'd even trained in the use of it and knew exactly how precise every motion had to be, every flick of the wrist, every angle of the arm. Drake's movements displayed confidence and dexterity, so she had to ask herself, had these two reversed roles before, or had Sara taught him specifically for tonight? He drew a breath, lifted his arm to the proper angle and the crack! sound
The sub jerked slightly, and Bree wondered if they'd planned it or if Drake had gone off script. If he had, it meant he wanted her to return the punishment when they were alone.Sara licked her lips and croaked, "Please lick me clean.""Sir," Drake prompted."Sir," she added.The expression on the volunteer's face showed his obvious pleasure at the task, the man knelt again, spread the lips of Sara's cunt and began to lap eagerly. As she watched, another set of spasms rocked Bree. Rafe pressed his fingers firmly against her crotch and she pushed down on them as hard as she could. The performance on stage finished at almost the same time the last tremors left her body.Rafe slid his hand free, leaned closer and held his fingers under his nose."Perfume," he breathed, then wrapped his arm around her again to steady her.Bree didn't know what to say to him. To anyone. She glanced to either side of her to see if anyone had noticed, but apparently they were all too busy with their ow
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
Bree cocked an eyebrow."In case you didn't notice, I'm not a Texan.""I know." Yet. "Maybe we'll remedy that.""In two days? I like the size of your ego."She laughed, a musical sound that shot right through him. This woman could be dangerous to his health. Certainly to his cock. He'd have to be very careful to make sure that all they had over the next two days was a lot of fun.He guided her across the street to his truck and boosted her up into the passenger side of the cab, forcing himself not to run his palm over the curve of her ass when he did so."Is it a rule in Texas that every truck has to be built for giants?" She grinned as she fastened her seat belt."We consider them normal size." He turned the key and cranked the engine. As he pulled out smoothly into the traffic he asked, "Feel like a Texas-sized breakfast, or are you one of those women who believe a spoonful of granola and half a peach is the right way to start the day?""Not to burst your bubble, but some day