Chapter Four

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 the movies.”

“There are herds of white tail deer around here. All over the Hill Country, as a matter of fact.”

“And look! Holy crap! Are those real roadrunners?” Two birds that looked exactly like the cartoons, with the crest on their heads and the long tail feathers, scurried across the ground.

“Lots of wildlife around here. Sometimes I like to sit quietly on the back porch in the morning with my coffee and take it all in.”

“I envy you.” And surprisingly, she did. Until today—or maybe until Chad—she’d been sure that her high rise condo, her club memberships, her exclusive groups of friends, the perks of her job were all she’d ever need in life to keep her happy.

“You know, you’re really a stone bitch.”

Out of nowhere Chad’s voice from the day he’d come to get his things blasted into her brain. “You’re all about control for pleasure, but you don’t give two fucks about anyone’s pleasure but your own. You’re a user, Bree. And I’m not letting you use me anymore.”

Shock still gripped her every time she thought about that confrontation, the last thing she expected. They had been together three years. After two he’d moved into her condo with her. Most of the time they played at home, but every so often they decided on a night out at Perfection. She discovered Chad’s latent exhibitionism when he begged her for a performance opportunity, and she’d been glad to grant it. To show him off to everyone.

How had she misread him so badly after such a long time?

“I’d give a penny for those thoughts,” Rafe interrupted, “but it doesn’t look like they’re worth that much.”

She gave herself a mental shake. “They aren’t, believe me.” Digging deep, she pulled out a smile and forced herself to relax. “Well, are we going to sit in the driveway all night? Where’s this big huge bed you bragged about?”

He flashed a grin, pushed the button for the garage door opener and rolled into the attached garage.

“I’m so glad you’re anxious to see it.”

But what caused the butterfly tap dance in her stomach—expectation or anxiety? She was about to dip her toe into strange waters. Her pulse pounded in anticipation and her crotch certainly felt damp. Did she do this to prove Chad Sullivan wrong, that she wasn’t a controlling bitch? Or as an adventure, once and done? Or because she had a latent hunger to submit to this man.

She didn’t even know if she wanted the answer. But she did know she wanted to find out before she changed her mind.

Rafe’s house was big like everything else about him. The rooms were spacious with high ceilings, the furniture meant for comfort. Everything had an old world look and feel to it, except the huge flat screen television on the wall opposite the extra-long couch. Seeing it made her laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep inside her.

“You mock my television?” One corner of his mouth crooked up in a sexy smile.

“I always think the size of a man’s television screen is in direct inverse proportion to the size of his penis.”

Oops! Where did that come from?

“Is that right?” he moved in front of her at once, crowding her space. “I’m going to give you a chance to find out. Probably eat your words. In more ways than one.”

“Is that so?” He was so close to her she could hardly breathe. Every muscle in her bod tightened, every nerve snapped.

“Uh huh. But first I’m gonna do this.”

His kiss this time, power, control, no mere whispery touch or gentle caress, but a full out assault on her mouth. His tongue licked every inch of her lips before forcing its way inside. He explored every interior surface, even the edges of her teeth, coaxing her to thrust and parry.

He gripped her shoulders as he plundered, devoured, sucked and took. Bree could hardly breathe, every bit of air trapped in her lungs, her blood so hot it burned in her veins. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever really kissed anyone. Or had been kissed.

Something she didn’t want to think about or have intrude on this very erotic moment. Instead she simply lost herself in the pleasure of his kiss and the hard grip of Rafe’s hands holding her in place.

When he lifted his head she was dazed, staring at him and trying to focus.

“Uh,” she managed.

“My thoughts exactly. Jesus, lady, you pack an unbelievable punch.” He lifted her in his arms. “We need to take this out of the living room.”

Every bit as large as he’d led her to believe, his bedroom could hold two rooms within it. The massive bed had to have been specially made. The headboard, carved to look like an antique, had a row of intricate spindles, the woodwork matched by the short posts at the foot of the bed.

Rafe placed her on the edge of the mattress and lifted her feet one at a time, sliding off her boots and standing them to the side. Then he lifted her to her feet and stared at her for a long moment.

“Take off your clothes.” The softness left his voice. He’d shifted into his role as Dom, exerting his authority.

A ribbon of excitement wriggled through her. 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. She did it often in the shower or the bath, replaying a scene in her head and using her hands to stimulate and satisfy herself. But Rafe ordering her to do it gave it a newer intensity. A more electric thrill. The exhibitionism aroused her more than she could have imagined. She certainly knew how it affected her when one of her subs did it, but did it stimulate them the same way? Did displaying her body this way excite her or did following orders, knowing someone else held the reins, ramp things up?

“Lose your place, Bree?”

Rafe’s voice cut into her thoughts and she realized her mind wandered as she stood there playing with her breasts and her nipples. Dropping her hands to her waist she undid the button on her jeans and slid the zipper down. The rasp of the metal sounded unusually loud in the room, but even louder than the beating of her heart.

She kept her gaze on Rafe’s face as she shimmied out of the denim, stepped away from the garment, folded it and added it to the pile. Last came the bikini panties. Then she stood there before him, completely naked, pulse throbbing, pussy wet but her mouth dry.

“Touch your cunt now. Show me how wet you are.”

Obediently she slipped a finger between her folds, gathering the moisture from the copious amount slicking her skin. When she held up the finger he smiled. “Now lick it for me. Slowly.”

She drew her tongue in unhurried movement the length of her finger until she’d lapped up every bit of her liquid. It seemed strange to taste herself, something she didn’t usually do. Although, she often had her subs gather the precum from their cocks and do the same thing. Again it startled her to realize how it stimulated her to be the one doing it. Ordered to do it.

Rafe nodded, running his tongue over his lips as if doing the tasting himself, then made a circular motion with his hand. “Turn around. Slowly.” When she’d completed the spin, he said, “Turn away from me and bend over. Grab your ankles.”

The rawness of the position, the awkwardness of it and the fact that her ass and her cunt were now completely open to his gaze, sent a shiver of anticipation skating over her skin. Between her widespread legs she watched him approach her. Then his fingers coasted over her slit, touched her clit and rimmed her opening. He dragged them back along the sensitive skin to her anus, where he painted the opening with the juices he’d gathered.

Bree could not believe how overly stimulated she was. Her pussy was soaked. Her breasts ached. Her nipples felt as if they were being squeezed. Her skin felt sandpapered. She’d never expected to find herself playing this role, and the intensity of her response shocked her.

“Very good. Stand up and turn around.” When she did he held out his hand.

“This way. You need to prepare yourself for me.”

He led her into a bathroom, as immense as everything else in the house she’d seen. A Jacuzzi tub took up an entire wall, while a shower three people could fit into, occupied another. The rest of it was granite and tile, a long vanity, other fixtures, lights that hung down from the high ceiling.

“Decadent,” she told him. “Completely decadent.”

“Of course.” He winked. “It’s part of my personality.” Then his face sobered. “All right. You should know I am a hardcore Dom. I demand complete submission from my subs in the bedroom. Sometimes in other places, but never in public. This is private between two people. But I often have extreme tastes.”

She looked in his eyes, trying to read inside him. She saw nothing that frightened her.

“That’s fine.”

“Is it? Are you sure? Last chance to back out, Bree. Say you’ve changed your mind and I’ll drive you right back to your hotel.”

Did she want him to? That would certainly be the safest way. But maybe she didn’t want safe anymore.

“No,” she whispered. “Don’t take me back.”

“All right, then.” He opened the floor to ceiling cupboard in one corner and took out a number of items that Bree recognized. “I’ll take care of everything else. Prepare yourself for me. There’s body wash and foam in the shower. Please shampoo your hair, also. I love to run my fingers through hair that’s freshly clean. But leave your cunt alone except for bathing it. I’ll take care of everything else myself.”

She stood there, not saying a word.

“Well?”

For a moment she couldn’t think what he wanted her to say. Then her brain clicked in.

“Yes, Sir. Or do you prefer Master?”

“No, I like Sir. I’ll shower in one of the other bathrooms and get everything else we’ll need ready.” He gave her one of those panty-melting smiles. “Don’t dawdle.” He walked out, closing the door behind him.

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 narrow strip of curls the length of each outer lip.

Finished at last, Bree stepped inside the shower, closing her eyes against the sensual caress of the almost hot spray, letting it cover her skin. The caress of the mist bathed away the perspiration and grime of the day and soothed any residual nerves and misgivings. Sure enough, a selection of body washes stood on a built-in shelf. Deliberately forcing herself not to think about how many other women had been in this shower. What should she care, right? She carefully selected one with the scent of honeysuckle. She had read about honeysuckle in so many books that she wanted a chance to see what caused all the enthusiasm for it.

Uncapping the bottle, she inhaled the fragrance and smiled. It certainly lived up to its publicity. She poured a generous amount in one palm, rubbed her hands together and slicked the lather slowly over her body. She closed her eyes as she smoothed over her arms and neck, her tummy, her legs. Squeezing out another dollop, she went to work on her breasts and her ass. And finally, she cleaned every bit of her pussy.

As she slid her soapy fingers in and out she pretended they were Rafe’s fingers and his touch from last night ghosted over her skin. She still could not believe she’d allowed that to happen. She’d never done that in her life, except when she’d ordered one of her subs to pleasure her.

But last night Rafe had taken control, so naturally she hadn’t wanted to resist. And tonight? She inhaled slowly, let out her breath. Tonight she would place herself completely in his hands. If the throbbing in her cunt meant anything, she was more than ready for it. Surprisingly.

She finished by lathering her hair, letting the multiple sprays dispose of the shampoo and conditioner. Stepping out of the shower she took one of the large towels on a hook by the shower and wrapped it around herself. Finding a smaller one, she wound it around her head like a turban to absorb as much water as possible.

The array of lotions on the vanity matched the bathing products, so she took the honeysuckle and applied it everywhere on her body. Finished with everything else, she picked up the hair dryer he’d left and turned it to blow dry her hair, using only her fingers to comb out the strands. When she finished she took a look at herself in the mirror again. She glowed and her hair framed her face in a soft cloud.

And she couldn’t deny the anticipation on her face.

Swallowing hard, she opened the door and strode into the bedroom, consumed immediately by lust at the sight that greeted her.

Rafe stood at the foot of the bed, dressed only in a pair of black leather pants. The butter soft leather clung to him and outlined the bulge of his cock at his fly. Droplets of water still clung to the thick matte of hair on his chest. The muscles in his abdomen and arms rippled as he held out his hands to her.

“Very good. Come here, Bree. I want to touch you before we begin.”

She walked over to him and dutifully clasped her hands in front of her, head bowed the way she always taught her subs to do.

Rafe slid his fingers through her hair, lifting a few strands to sniff and smiling before coasting his hands over the rest of her body. Then he tilted up her face and studied her carefully.

“I want you to know I consider this a great honor, Bree Donovan. A gift you would not bestow on just anyone, and I truly value it.”

“Thank you.” He’d touched her so she couldn’t think of anything more to say. This man definitely had a way of getting to the core of her.

“All right, then. Come over here to the bed.” He picked up a large square of silk and folded it lengthwise several times. “I’m sure you know that when you take away one sense, all the others become more acute. I want you to feel everything intensely tonight, so I’m going to blindfold you.” As he talked he placed the silk over her eyes and knotted it at the back of her head. “Perhaps later I might even want to give you a gag to bite on. We’ll see.”

Blindfold securely in place, he lifted her and placed her on the bed. She felt him shift her toward the foot of it so her legs dangled over the edge. The fabric beneath her felt different than most coverlets and she rubbed her hands over it.

“Towel,” he told her. “I’m going to shave that pretty cunt of yours before I give you your first orgasm. I’m a giving Dom, Bree. My pleasure comes from yours.”

Before Chad, Bree thought that would have applied to her, too. Now? She pushed aside the thoughts.

As he moved her arms and legs and adjusted her body he continued to talk to her.

“Handcuffs now, with a length of chain through the connector so I can stretch your arms over your head and anchor you to the headboard.”

He pulled her arms until they were extended way past her head. The cuffs he locked her wrists into were warm from the fleece lining. She heard the jingle of chain as he hooked her up.

“Now your legs. I’m going to shave your pussy and I don’t want you to move unexpectedly at the wrong time. So these manacles go around your knees and fasten to the short posts at the foot of the bed.”

More warm fleece circled, more clicking of chains.

“Beautiful,” he breathed. “Your cunt is a work of art.”

He didn’t say anything else and she had the sense that he’d walked away. Then she heard the water running in the bathroom, splashing against the marble of the sink. Heard the sound of things clattering together. She tested the strength of her shackles and found that she was well and truly helplessly bound. The thought made her heart pound in her chest, her breathing accelerate, her pulse beat frantically at every point in her body.

“A little warm water now.”

His voice, coming from between her thighs, startled her. She hadn’t realized he’d come back into the room. A warm, wet cloth covered every bit of her pussy. Rafe pressed down on it to wet her skin and her curls.

“Now some shaving cream. I like it a lot better than soap. Cleaner. Gets the job done better.”

The hiss of the aerosol can. The cool feel of the foam. The brush of his fingers as he spread it over the area to shave.

“You have a beautiful cunt, Bree. I love the way you keep it clear of everything but those two little strips of curls. But tonight we’re going to get rid of them, too.”

She jumped when he 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, made it so much more acute.

He kept up his monologue as he continued to work on her with the razor, praising her beauty, her responsiveness as well as her control. And every minute or so his fingertip would ghost over her engorged bundle of nerves, rub it a few times before again following the length of her slit.

By the time he’d finished, she was so aroused she didn’t know how she’d continue to control herself.

“Don’t come,” he reminded her. “When you do it will be worth the wait. I promise you.”

A warm cloth covered her pussy again, light strokes moved across her mound, ensuring he cleaned every bit of the area. Then two fingers pinched her clit while a third slid into her opening. Bree gritted her teeth as her body fought to claim its release. She knew she was soaked with her juices. Heard the slick sound of his fingers probing her. Between the soft kiss of the razor and him toying with her sexual nub she wanted to come so badly she was ready to beg. But he wouldn’t want that. Not yet. And she knew it. Because in many ways he reminded her of herself.

“Wet,” Rafe said, confirming her thoughts. “I love it.”

A soft current of air passed over her newly naked skin. His breath. In the next moment his tongue licked at every place on her mound, slow swipes over the skin he’d shaved so tenderly. She trembled as need surged through her, demanding release. She realized a good part of the stimulation came from the fact he held her climax under his control—that unknown punishment awaited her if she climaxed before he gave her permission.

For a long moment he didn’t touch her again, and she lay there, trembling, uncertain what would happen next. Then Rafe opened the lips of her pussy very gently and licked across her already sensitized button, and she wanted to scream in frustration. Even blindfolded she recognized that his pleasure came from controlling hers. Been there, done that. But seeing it and feeling it as a sub, was far more intense than she could have imagined. How had she not realized the powerful eroticism of it all?

When he’d stretched the limits of her control, had her ready to scream, he removed his hands and mouth. Silence. Then, listening hard she heard the soft shuffle of his feet on the carpet as he took his tools of the trade to the bathroom. Moments later he walked back into the room, releasing the handcuffs and rubbing her arms and legs. He took one of her hands and tugged it toward him, placing it over the bulge at his crotch. She sucked in her breath as she felt the size of him. Huge!

He gave a soft chuckle. “You can take it. I promise.”

Lifting her again, he sat on the bed and draped her over his lap.

“Do you spank your subs, Bree? Do you apply your lovely hand to their bare ass and take pleasure in their response?”

Yes. Yes, she did. Oh, yes.

She nodded her head.

“Say it,” he commanded.

“Yes. I like to spank them.” She licked her lips. “Sir.”

The hard smack on one cheek of her ass landed without warning and she jerked in reaction. Even as her cunt muscles flexed in response.

“Bad sub. You almost forgot the honorific.” He smoothed his hand over the skin he’d just spanked. “And what is it you like the most when you punish your subs?”

She closed her eyes and visualized an anonymous ass—not Chad’s—and saw the spreading blush of heat over the skin and the quivering of the body.

“My handprints. The color of red. The way it makes my sub tremble when I punish him. The way every time my hand hits his flesh his cock flexes in response.” Just the memory of it aroused her even more.

“Me, too.” His hand smoothed over her ass, shaping the curve of her buttocks. “Very nice.” He pinched each globe lightly then caressed them again. “Extremely spankable.” His voice thickened with lust. “I planned to break in that brand new paddle, but the thought of my hands on your bare ass proved too much temptation for me to resist. I always like a spanking before everything else. I tried to think of the best way to position you for yours. I decided this is the best position to pleasure both of us.”

He smoothed his hand over the curve of her buttocks. Anticipation shivered through her. Had her subs felt like this? Did the expectation feel almost as good as the act itself?

She held her breath while Rafe fastened the handcuffs on her wrists again, letting her arms fall toward the floor. His body shifted, his thighs flexed beneath her as he moved. Her hearing, more acute with sight removed, caught a mixture of sounds. The slide of wood on wood. The opening and closing of a drawer. The heaviness of his breathing. Then his hand rested on her ass, easing the cheeks apart. The hiss of his breath as he looked at her anus and her crevice.

Something cool on her tight ring of muscles. Lube. She wiggled her ass, trying to push it up to him.

“Eager, are we?” She heard that sexy chuckle again, the sound vibrating through her body, speeding up her pulse. “Let’s see, then.”

More lube. He spread it around carefully. The pressure as he eased his finger into her, one slow inch at a time.

“I think I could play with your ass all night and never get tired of it. But then I’d deprive myself of all the other things I want to do.”

By this time he had worked his finger all the way in. He glided it back and forth, wriggling it a little to stretch her tissues. She wanted to protest when he withdrew, but he slid it back in with a second finger. Scissored them to stretch her more.

This time when he removed them, she sensed more movement, assumed he was wiping off the lube and wanted to cry out, no! She wanted his touch back inside her.

Without warning, he reached between her thighs and pinched her clit. Hard.

“Oh!” She couldn’t stop the exclamation. She gotten so wet she could smell her own scent.

“Coming along nicely. Thank me, Bree.”

She panted, concentrating to form words.

“Thank you, Sir.” I’ll thank you more if you let me come.

“You don’t have to keep silent, you know. I love it when I hear my sub’s cries. I know I’m giving them the pleasure we both expect.”

A whirling cloud of erotic hunger wrapped around her. Inclinations and impulses obviously buried deep in her head and her body had leaped to the surface and taken possession. What other explanation could there possibly be for the way she embraced this entire night?

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 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 fingers inside her was almost more than she could bear. Her body screamed for release, her pussy clenching, her nipples aching, the place deep inside her where her orgasm always began, knotted with anticipation.

“Oh!” she screamed, and then one long, low wail, one sound blending into another.

Suddenly he lifted her and stood her on her feet. What was happening? Had she done something wrong?

“Damn, but you’re delectable. I don’t think I’m going to last as long as I figured I would.” She could hear the effort at control in his voice. “On your knees, sub.”

He helped her keep her balance as she dropped to her knees. The slide of a zipper. A breath exhaled. The touch of his cock on her lips.

Oh, god! She could hardly believe his size. She wanted to see him so badly, hoping he removed the blindfold before he covered himself up again.

She knelt there as he rubbed the head of his shaft back and forth across her lower lip.

“You look so perfect kneeling there.” His voice came out rough with hunger. “Perfect pose. Perfect ass and cunt. And let’s not forget your breasts, which I’ve hardly touched yet. Do you like me to touch you everywhere, Bree? Slide my fingers into your pussy and your ass? It makes you hot and wet, doesn’t it?”

God, yes.

She opened her mouth to say, “Yes, Sir.”

But she barely got the words out before his hard, thick shaft slid over her lower lip and inside. She closed around it, squeezing her tongue into the tight space so she could lick the silky softness of the skin that covered it. Sucking hard, she drew him in even deeper.

“Since I can’t reach your breasts right now, Bree, I want you to play with them for me. Cup them. Let me see you pinch those rosy nipples. Yes, that’s it. Just like that.”

She pretended they were his hands touching her. Pinching her. Squeezing her. Her thighs were squeezed together but they were slick with the juices seeping from her now completely bare cunt. The harder she sucked, the more she played with her breasts and nipples, the hotter she got. And she realized with startling clarity that the submission aroused her as much as anything else.

Oh my god!

Abruptly Rafe jerked himself from her mouth and stepped back with a growl. Had she done something wrong?

“Sir? Did I—”

“Not you. Me. You’ve got me so damn aroused that in another second, I’d be coming in your mouth. And I want to be in your pussy, the one I so carefully shaved.”

He lifted her again and placed her back on the bed, again on her knees, head pressed to a pillow, ass in the air. Then the handcuffs were back on her wrists, her arms behind her, hands resting at the small of her back. Finally he spread her legs wide. Placing her knees so they rested solidly on the bed.

The mattress depressed when he knelt behind her, spreading her legs wide. A hand slid between her thighs and cupped her naked cunt, lightly rubbing it back and forth. With each glide of his hand he touched her now ultrasensitive clit. With every second, her control frayed further, and she hoped he let her come soon or she’d be a very disobedient sub.

When he inched his hand beneath her to cup her pussy she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. His touch alone nearly set her off. She bit down hard on her lip to keep her body in check. She wanted him inside her more than she wanted her next breath. And yes, she’d beg for it if he told her to. Loud and clear.

The familiar crinkle of foil, the wrapper on a condom, sent a wave of relief through her. Now, she thought. Finally. Please.

Although he slid into her slowly his cock was so large it stretched her unbearably. But Rafe knew exactly how to fit them together, easing into her a little bit at a time until at last he filled her completely. As her body adjusted to his size he glided a finger into her ass again, filling both of her channels. The sensation stole her breath and raised the temperature of her body.

Ohgodohgodohgod!

He held her like that for a space of time so long she wondered if he’d ever move and give them both the release they sought. When he eased his finger out, she thought, now. Please now.

But instead his hand slapped her ass again, harder than before. Not once, but several times until the heat on her skin had crept down to her thighs and to her pussy. Oh, yes, he definitely had control here, and he wouldn’t give her permission to come until he’d taken her as far to the edge as he could.

So lost in the moment, so engulfed in the sensations bombarding her, she almost didn’t realize it when the spanking stopped and his big hands gripped her hips. And finally, finally he began to move, a slow and steady rhythm at first, then faster and faster. His balls slapped against her as he drove in again and again.

The rhythm overtook her and she moved her body with his, every nerve screaming, heat rising through her, the brutally repressed release clawed up from deep inside her.

“Now,” he commanded, smacking her ass hard, the slap of flesh on flesh sounding like the crack of a shot. “Come now. Right now.”

The contact of his hand jolted her and she climaxed, the orgasm pummeled as it exploded through her. Her body shook and shuddered, and her skin burned pussy clenched over and over as his thick cock pulsed inside her. She spun through space, tumbling, her body not even her own anymore, as Rafe pumped into her, fingers digging into her hips.

The final spasms subsided and his cock softened inside her. She struggled to drag air into her lungs, to settle her racing heart, gasping for air and forcing herself to breathe slowly. Every inch of her body ached with a pleasant soreness and her heart threatened to beat itself out of her chest.

Very carefully Rafe eased himself out, turned her to her side and pulled her against him. Their sweat-slicked bodies stuck together as his hand caressed her breasts, her tummy, her thighs. Not a sexual touch. Not erotic. Soothing and comforting. His heart beat against her back as he held her to his chest. With a twist of his fingers he removed the blindfold, tossing it to the side.

He waited a long time to speak. “I had so many things planned for you, Bree. So many punishments I knew you’d enjoy. So many different restraints I wanted to try. But holy shit. When it came right down to it, I only wanted to get my cock inside you and fuck the hell out of you.”

She sighed against him, unable to form coherent words. She had stepped over some invisible boundary tonight and she didn’t even think about going back. What did that say about her and the way she lived her life all these years? She didn’t have the answer and at the moment she didn’t care. She just wanted to absorb all the new physical and emotional feelings bombarding her.

“You’re an incredible woman, you know that?”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“More than think.” He tucked her sweat-soaked hair behind one ear. “Give me a minute to catch my breath here and I’m going to coddle and pamper the hell out of you. I’m known for the quality of my aftercare.”

“Bragging?” she teased, in a voice still breathless from her body’s explosion.

“I’m only telling the truth, darlin’. You’ll see.”

They lay together like that for long moments. Bree tried to analyze why she had enjoyed tonight so much, but her brain seemed to be temporarily out to lunch. Finally she gave up and let herself relax.

With a sigh Rafe sat up, plumping a pillow under her head to make her more comfortable.

“Let me catch my breath and I’ll show you what real decadence is.”

He moved away, pushed off the bed and padded to the bathroom. In a moment she heard the sound of water running and the tinkling of glass. As she’d dozed off, he came back for her, lifting her in his arms and carrying her across the carpet.

Water poured into the Jacuzzi, slowly filling it, the jets whipping it into frothy foam. The air in the entire room was permeated with the scent of eucalyptus, and soft music played very low from a speaker hidden somewhere in the ceiling. Rafe eased her into the tub, placing a spa pillow behind her head and stretching out her limbs until she was comfortably arranged.

“Stay like that for a quick minute while I jump in the shower. Then I’ll be back to make you feel really good.”

As if he hadn’t already.

The hiss of the shower spray mingled with the bubbling sound of the tub water and the background of music, lulling her almost to a doze. She knew she should ask herself some hard questions about tonight but at the moment, she wanted to wallow in the sensual lassitude that still gripped her body.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, darlin’.”

Rafe’s deep voice in her ear startled her out of her reverie. She turned her head to see him kneeling beside the tub. Cupping her chin, he moved his mouth over hers, licking her lips with his tongue, more a promise of a kiss than a real one. Then he lifted a fluffy sponge ball and attended to her body.

Bree always made sure her subs got good aftercare, but she wondered if she did it as thoroughly as this man, and if her subs enjoyed it as much as she did. He massaged the muscles in her arms and legs, lifting her limbs from the water one at a time and working them with gentle fingers. Then, with a round ball of something that felt like fleece, even underwater, he bathed every inch of her pussy, inside and out, rubbing gently against the well-used flesh. He even urged her over onto her knees while he massaged her back and her buttocks. Slid a finger coated with something soothing gently into her ass.

By the time he finished, she hoped he planned to carry her again, because she didn’t think she could handle walking. He didn’t disappoint. After drying her off carefully with a big towel, he moved her to the bed. Once he laid her down on the sheets he poured a lotion, also scented with eucalyptus, into the palm of his hand. Rubbing his hands together he proceeded to knead it into every muscle and joint, turning her when he needed her to move, until he had attended to every inch of her body.

When he’d given thorough attention to every single part in her body, he gave her another of those almost kisses and pulled the covers over her. In a few seconds he climbed into bed next to her, spooning her against him, her head tucked under his chin. Just as she began to fall asleep, he murmured in her ear. “It was good, Bree. No—spectacular. You can’t deny it or you’d be lying. Tomorrow we’ll talk about it.”