Dangerous (The Complete Erotic Romance Novel) (12 page)

“How about that,” Kendra said under her breath. Her defiance dissolved at this sign that he wanted to reassure her. Maybe it wasn’t just about physical needs. He was calling her this morning, wasn’t he? Maybe he’d been thinking about her, just the way she’d been thinking about him. The possibility of being his obsession as well as his toy was exciting. “It’s not completely one-sided then.”

“No, that would be unethical,” he agreed, his tone crisp. “Can you find this address?” He recited an address quickly and gave her a cross street. It wasn’t that far away, although Kendra couldn’t envision the location.

“Of course.” She folded the contract shut and sat up straight. Knees apart. Did he want to meet her? Was he changing his plans to see her again? Her heart thundered.

“Excellent. I’ll meet you there in one hour.”

“Why?”

“Miss Jones, you will find out when I am prepared for you to find out,” he said sternly. “Come naked.”

“Excuse me?” Kendra was on her feet in alarm.

“Shoes I’ll like and an overcoat,” he reiterated calmly. “Nothing else.”

Before she could argue—or negotiate—the line went dead.

She stared at her cell phone, feeling defiant. Then she realized how his demand thrilled her. The idea of going to meet him wearing only shoes and a coat . . . well, it was exciting. It was risky. Kendra had to admit that she wanted to do it. Even though it was crazy, she knew she would do it.

After all, she’d signed the contract. He knew where she lived. But more importantly, he was incredibly hot and she knew he could fulfill her fantasies.

She really didn’t want him to terminate the contract just yet.

Maybe he was going to punish her for lying about the pill

Kendra could hardly wait. She opened her closet door and considered her array of shoes, smiling at the realization that they had similar taste in women’s shoes.

The black leather boots with the high heels—the ones Jade called her dominatrix boots—would be exactly right. Sleek and glossy, tightly fitted to her leg with incredible spike heels, they’d been a serious indulgence, even on sale.

But it was an investment Kendra knew would pay off today.

* * *

She was late.

Reid sat in his car in the parking lot and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. He didn’t care if Alicia was waiting on them, but he never waited on anyone. He wondered whether Miss Jones had changed her mind, and the idea troubled him more than he knew it should. It wasn’t that he cared: he barely knew her. She was attractive, but so were millions of other women.

No, it was about principle. She couldn’t break the deal before he possessed her completely. His annoyance was about the hunt and the prize, about the prospect of being cheated of what he wanted. Reid had been cheated once before and he’d resolved then that he’d never be cheated again. Miss Jones wasn’t going to be the one to change anything. After he’d had her half a dozen times, he’d terminate the agreement. He was sure it wouldn’t bother him, once he’d had his fill of her. That never took long.

His fingers drummed more quickly as the minutes ticked by. He would not phone her again. If she was this defiant this early, he was better off without her.

The idea sent a pang through him.

She could be lost.

Maybe he should buy her a GPS.

Maybe he should have picked her up himself, but he didn’t like making such an obvious connection so early in an arrangement. It could be interpreted as need on his part, and that could mislead Miss Jones.

It could reshape her expectations, give her false ideas, create trouble for him in the future. Best to keep it official and businesslike.

According to the terms of the contract.

Even if he was getting annoyed.

And concerned.

It was only because he didn’t like to be disobeyed.

He lifted his phone to call her again, then an older blue economy car pulled into the parking lot. It had seen better days but wasn’t in bad shape, and it was the kind of car she’d be able to afford. He waited and watched.

It was Miss Jones. He watched her look around the vacant lot and could practically feel her curiosity. The building that had once stood here had been demolished, only gravel marking its footprint. The lot was on the edge of town, weeds growing along the back of it and the windowless walls of two factories on either side. She parked right beside him and got out of the car, waiting.

She was flushed and her hair was loose. She was wearing a plain black raincoat and boots he definitely liked. They had very high spiked heels and pointed toes, and rose to her knees. They were tight and black, encasing her legs in fine leather, and he was both surprised and pleased by her choice.

He was also excited by the possibility that she’d followed all of his instructions. There was nothing sweeter than the moments before possessing a new slave completely, nothing like the anticipation and excitement. It was never the same as the first time, and in a way, he was glad that Miss Jones had lied about taking the pill. It gave him an extra day to savor.

She looked to be filled with anticipation, but a bit nervous, too. Her eyes were bright and there was a bit of a flush on her cheeks. Reid thought she looked particularly delicious. She shoved her hair behind her ear and looked at his car, and he realized she wouldn’t be able to see him through the tinted glass.

He got out, letting her look him over. He was dressed casually, as he had been the first night they’d met, but wearing leather gloves and mirrored sunglasses, as well. He wondered if she’d noticed that there was mud smeared across the license plates of his otherwise spotless car.

“You’re late,” he said, not hiding his disapproval. He opened the passenger door for her and waited, knowing his manner was imperious.

If he thought she’d be intimidated, he was doomed to be wrong.

Miss Jones smiled at him, undeterred by his tone, and strode toward him with confidence. “I had to stop to get copies made of my apartment keys.” She offered the keys to him on one fingertip, her compliance sending an unexpected jolt of pleasure through him.

He forced his tone to remain normal. “And everything else?”

“I signed a contract to be an obedient slave,” she said, her tone playful, then got into the car.

Reid didn’t believe it. She might be following his rules now, but she’d challenge his expectations without warning.

That was part of what he found so attractive about her.

He watched the flash of her bare thighs when she got into the passenger seat and just the glimpse of flesh made him hard and thick. He closed the door and pocketed her keys, liking the weight of them in his pocket. There was no denying his current sense of satisfaction, of confidence that he was getting exactly what he wanted. He got back into the car and started the engine, feeling that the space was particularly intimate. She was watching him, her curiosity clear.

His cock was straining against his jeans with his awareness that her puss was so close and available. He loved that she wanted to play this game, that she was beautiful as well as bold. He was looking forward to teaching her a few lessons, mostly because he already knew she’d love it as much as he did. He locked the doors, smiling when she jumped at the sound.

“Turn off your cell phone, then toss your purse in the back seat.”

She did what he instructed then looked expectantly at him.

“Pull up your coat so your bare ass is on the seat,” he commanded, keeping his voice low. Her lips parted in surprise, tempting his kiss, but that was an invitation Reid wouldn’t accept.

She did as instructed.

“And the seatbelt.”

She fastened it around her waist.

“Look in the glove box.”

She opened the glove box, then pulled out the length of black cloth. “A present for me? Already?”

“Over your eyes.” He spoke sternly. “Now.”

“Because I don’t get to see where I’m going?”

“That’s obvious, Miss Jones.”

Her gaze held his for a heart stopping moment, a moment in which he feared she’d refuse, then she wrapped the length of cloth over her eyes. Reid leaned closer, needing to be a part of this step, and seized the ends from her hands. “You bind yourself as a mark of your submission,” he murmured. “And I tie the knot to secure my claim.” He wrapped the cloth around her head, again and again, tugging it tightly after each circuit. It was a long narrow strip of stretchy black velour and went around her head five times before it was used up. Her mouth opened and closed several times, but she didn’t protest.

No. He could smell her. She
did
like this as much as he did. Reid smiled that their needs, at least so far, were so perfectly aligned. He knotted the scarf tightly, maybe a little more tightly than necessary. He liked making it evident to her that she was owned.

His.

Her soft red lips couldn’t have been more enticing, but Reid had told her that rule. She would learn that choices weren’t hers to make.

“What do you think, Miss Jones?”

She swallowed. “It’s very hot.”

“How do you feel?”

She licked her lips and he watched hungrily. “Captive. Helpless.” She swallowed again. “At your mercy.”

“And that feels . . .?”

“Perfect,” she whispered, making Reid smile.

“What did you do last night?”

“Masturbated.” She flushed a little at the admission. “Is that against the rules, sir? I couldn’t find it in the contract.”

“Did it satisfy you?”

She half-laughed. “No, not hardly.”

Reid could identify with that. “My only issue is if your desire is diminished by it.”

“I think it actually made me want more.”

“More?”

“More of what you did last night.”

Reid smiled with real pleasure. “Then do it whenever you want.”

“Yes, sir.” Her words were whisper-soft, as compliant as he’d ever seen her.

“Are you afraid, Miss Jones?”

“Only that you’ll stop.”

He looked down and saw that her knees were apart, a sight that sent a jolt through him. Suddenly the blindfold wasn’t enough. He wanted her trussed again, but would have to compromise. He quickly untied the belt of her coat, slid it free of the belt loops and bound her wrists together securely in front of her waist.

She caught her breath, then she bit her bottom lip.

“No, Miss Jones,” he whispered. “You are not allowed to speak now.”

He watched her think about that, watched her color rise with her defiance. He thought she might use their safe word, and was incredibly relieved when she didn’t. Instead, she lifted her chin and squared her shoulders, more than ready for whatever he might choose to do to her.

It didn’t get any better than that. She was gorgeous. She was his, to play with and to possess. Best of all, she loved being dominated. He rubbed one gloved finger deliberately across her mouth, letting her taste the leather, smiling at the way she shivered.

The scent of her was driving him crazy.

She’d said she was curious about having it rough.

Then he locked his hand over her mouth, his other hand behind her nape. He flexed his hands, holding her captive. She was silenced. She was helpless. He felt her pulse flutter beneath his hand. He had thought she might struggle, but she accepted his choice.

Perfect.

“You will be silent, because I command you to be silent,” he said. “You are my slave, because you surrendered to me. I will take you wherever I want, bound and blindfolded like this, because you agreed to be my toy. Nod your understanding, Miss Jones.”

She nodded immediately, sending a hot tide of pleasure through him.

“We will do this again, whenever I want to do this. You will do whatever I want, whenever I want, for however much time I want. You are
mine
.” His voice had dropped to a growl, and he forced himself to soften his tone. “Nod your agreement, Miss Jones.”

She nodded even more emphatically.

“And you’ve agreed to this because you like it as much as I do. Be honest with yourself about that.” He waited a moment, feeling her resistance fade. “Spread your legs wide apart if you agree, Miss Jones.”

She did just as instructed, keeping her ankles together.

Satisfied, Reid lifted his hands away. He watched as she licked her lips, the sight of the tip of her tongue making his imagination run wild, then she smiled. The curve of her lips looked mischievous, even a bit wicked, and his heart leapt at the sight.

“I like the gloves,” she whispered.

“You’re supposed to be silent, Miss Jones.” He exhaled instead of laughing at the way she clamped her lips shut. She’d never be able to be silent by choice. He’d have to decide what to do about that. He should discipline her, which wasn’t without its pleasures, but he enjoyed her comments, too. Reid put the car into gear. “You like all of it, Miss Jones. You told me that you wanted to be truly captive.”

“I do like all of it,” she said quickly, a hum of excitement in her voice. “But I
love
the leather gloves.” She paused to catch her breath, but he already knew she wasn’t one to keep her thoughts to herself. “And you have great hands.”