"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

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

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 had been positive the disaster with Lily had wiped out all desire to be in a D/s situation again, or any kind of sexual situation, at least until he got his shit straightened out. But there was something about Dara, her fragility, her lack of any artifice, that flipped a switch inside him. Made him want her with a sudden, explosive fierceness.Go figure.Maybe this is what both of you need, for different reasons.He leaned back in the Adirondack chair and watched as she stroked his hard length with her slim fingers before lapping every inch with her tongue. Bolts of pleasure shot through him, arousing him. Her small hand inched down between his thighs to cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze. Heat he'd never expected to feel again blasted him, scorching his nerve endings. The sight of her on her knees before him, head bent low as her tongue and her lips worked his cock knocked away the last of his reservations and breached the wall that had sprung up around him. His inne

Taking the last length of rope, Zane fashioned a knot that he settled right on her clit, pulling hard to tighten it and put pressure on every one of her sensitive spots. Last, he tied off the end using the length of rope circling her waist. Now the thick cord was abrading every one of her sensitive spots. He wished he had something secure in the ceiling to hook her to, but a quick glance upward showed him nothing but a ceiling fixture, certainly not strong enough to bear her weight.Okay, he'd improvise. Balancing her with great care, he lifted her to the couch and arranged her so she lay on her back, bound arms behind her, the cheeks of her ass resting on her heels. He watched her carefully for signs of pain beyond the pleasure point, well aware she'd never tell him about it. When he was satisfied with her position, he picked up a tiny vibrator he'd plucked from the drawer, cleaned it carefully, and hooked it to the rope just above where it pressed against her clit. It worked with a