Graceful Mischief
Authors: Melinda Barron
GRACEFUL MISCHIEF
A Halloween Trick set in the world of
GRACEFUL SUBMISSION
Trick or Treating’s not just for kids this year!
Melinda Barron
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Graceful Mischief
Melinda Barron
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Copyright © October 2007 by Melinda Barron
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Chapter One
Note to self: They say beauty is skin deep, but truly, beauty is more how you interact with other people. Truly beautiful people can be truly ugly when they open their mouths.
To do list: Finish edits on three chapters
Write M’s story on favorite fantasies
Be ready for dinner at seven, sharp!
Grace Shelley stretched her arms above her head and arched her back. A day’s worth of writing sometimes meant an aching back, but today she didn’t have that problem. Since her first novel had been published two years ago, she’d been busy not only career-wise, but personally, too. She loved it. And today, she was excited about getting some alone time with her Master, her lover, her husband.
A warm glow filled her, despite the chill in the stone walls. She grinned as she toyed with the computer keys. She was in a castle, an honest-to-goodness English castle, with more rooms than she could count, wings that went off in all directions and hallways wide enough to fit a swimming pool.
She wouldn’t be here if she wasn’t married to one of the most handsome men in all of Hollywood, Toffer Shelley, known to the world as Drake Dawson, and known to Grace as Master, the man who kept her safe and provided her with innumerable pleasures. Most of all, though, he was the man who loved her exactly as she was.
For three and a half years now she’d been his wife, his lover, and his submissive. She’d obeyed his every command and was always hungry for more. It didn’t matter to him that he was tall, dark and very, very handsome, and she herself was not so tall, nor so beautiful, and at size eighteen, not anywhere near as svelte as the wives of the other actors they knew. She had learned early in their marriage not to say anything derogatory about her size, because Master didn’t like it, and she didn’t like the punishments that came from those transgressions.
She’d also learned to ignore the tabloids and the reports on TV entertainment programs showing them on the red carpet, where the commentators made less than flattering remarks. Toffer dealt with it with perfect aplomb. If he heard the comments, or heard of them, he ignored that reporter the next time he saw them at an event, and would stick little comments in interviews about “small-minded people who had to feel better about themselves by cutting other people down.”
The reporter would have to make some sort of apology before Toffer would give them the time of day again. Since he was one of Hollywood’s leading men, they needed his stories to boost their ratings. Grace hugged herself, then looked at her watch. It was after five. She needed to bathe and then get dressed for dinner.
Toffer had told her he expected her to be ready at seven. Any later and he would construct a punishment fitting the crime. The idea made her smile, and she thought about leaving a button undone, or not having her shoes on when he arrived.
The idea was fun, but the idea of going to London for dinner held more interest for her. Since Toffer had started filming Days of Grace, a medieval love story, he’d worked fifteen-hour days. Tonight would be the first evening they’d had to go out together in weeks.
The fact it was Halloween only made things more exciting. This morning, Toffer had said something about going to a party in London, at a BDSM club. She’d smiled her approval, even as her heart had beat just a little bit too fast. They didn’t generally go to public places, since there was too much of a chance of someone selling a photo of him inside the club to a tabloid.
But since it was Halloween, they could wear masks and not be recognized. She allowed her thoughts to wander about the pleasures that awaited, then realized with a start it was a quarter to six. She hurried to the bathroom and bathed, making sure everything was properly shaved, then tried to dress in a hurry, which wasn’t easy to do considering she was hooking herself into a corset.
Toffer had bought her the bright red satin treat last weekend, saying he wanted her to wear it tonight. It was an over-the-bust style, so it could be worn in public. But once she looked at herself in the mirror, Grace shook her head. Her large breasts were almost overflowing the top and she knew she would be self-conscious, despite the fact she would be wearing a blouse over it.
She wanted to take it off, but Master would be disappointed. She closed her eyes and remembered his words after one program’s criticism of her size. “What matters, Lolly-girl is that you’re beautiful to me.”
He’d gotten back at the reporter as only Toffer could do. He’d told his friends the man was insufferable, and he’d brought Grace to tears. At the next awards program, the confused journalist had been ignored by almost everyone he’d tried to corral for an interview, and had almost lost his job. Almost. Realizing what had happened, he’d apologized, then asked Toffer for an interview. He’d proceeded to do a glowing piece about how love had no boundaries, least of all the boundaries of size.
Grace put on her stockings, taking care to make sure she fastened each of them to the satin hooks hanging from the corset, then pulled on her skirt. She stepped into her high heels, something Toffer loved, and then last, but certainly not least, she changed the slim leather collar inlaid with diamonds she wore in private for a beautiful black collar with teardrop jewels hanging from it.
She wore a collar everywhere, and Toffer had made sure she had beautiful ones in different colors to match the outfits she wore. She was standing in front of the mirror, hoping her breasts didn’t pop out sometime tonight, when the e-mail program on her computer dinged.
A check of her watch showed she had five minutes until Toffer arrived. He’d said he would shower and get ready in his trailer, and then come to pick her up. When his e-mail address showed in her in-box she smiled. She opened the mail and felt her heart lurch in her chest.
“You have five minutes to get to the entrance of the maze. Don’t worry about a purse, you won’t need it. Just make sure you’re there, my Lolly-girl.”
A giggle escaped her lips. Obviously, Toffer wanted to play some before dinner, and that was just fine with her. She checked her reflection in the mirror one more time and headed out the door, hoping she remembered where to find the maze and wasn’t too late for Toffer’s outing.
Chapter Two
It was almost ten minutes after seven when Grace found the entrance to the maze. Toffer was standing there, one leg bent backward, his foot resting on the thick hedge. He looked handsome as ever. His compelling face lit up with anticipation when Grace came into view, and her stomach did flip-flops. No matter how many times she saw him, it was always the same -- her palms would sweat and her heart would beat faster. It was hard to believe that the handsome man was her husband. Right now, he wore his dark hair just past his shoulders for the movie role. And he definitely wasn’t dressed for dinner. He was wearing jeans and a pullover.
“Hello, my Grace.” His voice was deep as she stopped in front of him. He cupped her cheek and kissed her lightly. “You’re late.”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t find…”
“No excuses.” He stroked her arms, then pushed aside her shirt and traced his fingers over the edge of her breasts. Her nipples hardened in response.
“So beautiful, and all mine.” His voice was deep. He gathered her close and caressed her hips, his breath hot against her neck. “Take off all your clothes, except for the corset and stockings, and of course, your shoes.”
“Master, I…”
His upraised eyebrows stilled her words. She took off her shirt and dropped it on the bench, her skirt following. When she’d stepped out of her panties, he groaned in appreciation and she shivered. Her gaze darted from side to side to see if anyone was around.
“Don’t 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.
