Graceful Mischief by Melinda Barron Read Free Book Online Page B

worry. Everyone’s up at the party.” He reached inside of the corset and lifted each of her breasts out, setting them on top of the satiny material.
    “I thought we were going to dinner, Master.” His fingers caressed and kneaded her nipples, making her groan softly.
    “Well, since it’s Halloween I decided a little trick-or-treat was in order. I’m going to give you a three-minute head start, one for each glorious year you’ve been my wife. Then, I’m coming after you. If I catch you, I top you in the maze. If you make it to the center without being caught, then we go to dinner and play at the club.”
    He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silk tie. “Put your wrists together.”
    Grace did as she was told. The silk was cool on her wrists as he bound them closely together.
    He pulled on the knot to make sure her wrists were secure.
    He ran his finger down her belly and probed at the juncture of her thighs.
    “Open for me.”
    She widened her stance and his finger dipped inside her pussy, wiggling through her wetness until he found her clit.
    “Yes, you’re very excited.” He lifted his finger to her mouth and she sucked it inside, tasting her juices as he fucked her mouth slowly. When he pulled out and traced her lips, she groaned.
    “Master, I…”
    “Three minutes.”
    “…think we should…”
    “Two fifty-nine, two fifty-eight, two fifty-seven.”
    Grace took a step back from him and then entered the maze. She could hear him counting as she turned the first corner, wishing she’d paid more attention to their host on the first day when he’d guided them to the middle. She knew there was a long stone table there, with chairs around it, but she had no idea how to find it.
    The wind rustled the hedge and she stopped to take a deep breath. What would happen if someone else was already in the maze, playing a different game and they stumbled upon her, basically naked with her wrists tied in front of her?
    She knew there were no children here at the house, so she didn’t have to worry about that. But there was always the chance someone else was here. Maybe Cedric Davenport, Toffer’s uber handsome co-star, who was also a Dom. Would her Master pull him into their game? In recent months they’d talked about him wanting to watch Grace with another man.
    The idea excited Grace, too, but not like this. She wasn’t prepared, mentally or physically. She stopped to get her bearings. She’d already made several wrong turns that led to dead-ends. It was fully dark outside, but low lamps lit several of the corners.
    She’d just eyed a trail that looked vaguely familiar when Toffer’s voice reached her ears.
    “Ready or not, here I come.”
    Had it already been three minutes? Grace tried to slow her breathing as she headed for the path. She wanted to go to London for dinner, and to visit the club. To do that, she had to beat Toffer to the middle. And she wasn’t going to do it just standing here.

Chapter Three
     
    The damp earth below her swallowed her heels as she rounded the next corner. She almost lost her balance, placing her bound hands against the shrubbery to steady herself. She glanced to the left and was heartened to see several lights she was sure marked the center of the maze.
    A few steps and she would be there, she was sure of it. She’d found the center, which amazed her. Toffer’s game had been fun, but it would be treat time instead of trick. She smiled to herself and pulled up her leg, her foot coming out of her shoe, which stayed stuck in the muck.
    She bent over to pull the heel out. She’d just stepped into it again when Toffer’s low whistle wrapped itself around her.
    “Now there’s a beautiful sight. If I didn’t already have games planned, I’d fuck you right here.”
    “Master.”
    “That’s right, Grace, it’s your Master. And he’s come to claim his prize.” He ran his hand over her bare behind.
    “How did you find me so fast?”
    “Because I’m good,