Free Graceful Mischief by Melinda Barron Page A

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