Dangerous (The Complete Erotic Romance Novel) (14 page)

Reid wanted her measured.

He wanted her blindfolded.

She hoped he wanted to take her before he was done.

She wondered if he would ever share her with another man.

Another woman?

Why had she given him that idea?

The measuring tape went between her legs, from the back of her waist to her waist in the front. “This here’s one horny slave,” the woman drawled after she read out the measurement. “She’s got juice on my tape. Haven’t you worn her out yet?”

Reid chuckled.

Kendra stiffened when a second woman joined their laughter. “Better keep this one locked up,” she said softly and in close proximity. Small fingers suddenly pinched Kendra’s butt cheek.

Hard.

Kendra jumped and gasped, earning a slap for her reaction.

“I plan to,” Reid said, his voice so low and silky that Kendra shivered.

He sounded dangerous again. Unpredictable.

Sexy as hell.

“You going to be wanting the wide collar?” the first woman asked.

“Rabbit fur lining,” the other woman whispered to Kendra from behind. “Then heavy leather so wide that it shackles from chin to shoulder.” She spread her fingers around Kendra’s neck, as if to emulate such a collar, then squeezed slightly.

Kendra shuddered at the idea of Reid locking her into such a restraint.

“No collar for this one,” he said, much to her surprise.

“But you like. . .”

“She’ll never be that well-trained,” Reid said firmly. “It’ll be a short relationship.”

Kendra was shocked. They’d signed a contract for her to be his slave and toy, but he already planned for their arrangement to be short-lived? He didn’t think she could be trained? He didn’t want her for the long-term?

She was immediately determined to prove him wrong.

“But not without promise,” he added, and she wondered if her reaction had shown.

“Nothing like a little spice once in a while,” the woman agreed. “Even if there’s no future in it.”

“Exactly,” Reid agreed so easily that Kendra wanted to argue with him. She bit the side of her lip, but he didn’t say anything.

If she spoke out, she’d just prove him right.

Kendra kept her silence, although it wasn’t easy.

“Easy to read, too,” the woman mused. “Are you going to discipline that out of her?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” Reid admitted, his tone sounding more bored than Kendra liked. “What can I take today?”

They began to confer together, citing catalogue numbers that meant nothing to Kendra. The list seemed long. She heard the jingle of metal, like maybe a chain or a harness, then felt Reid’s heat before her again.

“Careful what you wish for,” he whispered into her ear, amusement in his tone. “A collar is a shackle. If I buy one for any slave, I’ll use it all the time.”

“Sounds perfect,” Kendra dared to reply, also whispering.

“Oh, you are naughty,” Reid said, his voice low with threat. His hands slid down her, cupping her breasts, closing around her waist, then easing over her hips. The leather felt wonderful. She felt the brush of his hair against her belly and knew he was crouched down in front of her.

She dared to hope he might eat her. Instead, a wide band of leather was wrapped around her left ankle and closed with a click. It encased her ankle, secure but not tight. Her other ankle was similarly shackled, Reid moving quickly.

She was being tied up in a shop.

In front of at least two women. Every instinct within her urged Kendra to fight and flee.

Was she being tested?

Or disciplined?

The only way to ruin it would be to defy Reid. Kendra shook as she kept her feet resolutely in place. She heard something else jingle—harness?—then Reid stood up.

“Move,” he invited, clearly confident that she couldn’t.

Kendra tried to move her feet together, without success. Her ankles were bound to each other and kept at a fixed distance. She bent her knees and tried to find a way to move, without any luck. She couldn’t walk, much less run. Fleeing was out of the question. She caught her breath, terror rising in her chest.

“A spreader bar,” Reid said. “You’ll come to love it as much as I do.” He touched a fingertip to the inside of her left foot. “Fight it,” he commanded and Kendra tried. Proving her own captivity to herself just made her fight harder.

But the ankle bonds were perfectly fitted and secured.

She couldn’t run.

“Excellent.” His gloved hand slid up the inside of her thigh, his fingers caressing her hot wet puss. Kendra moaned a little at the feel of the leather on her clitoris. She heard the smile in his voice when he spoke. “You’re wet,” he murmured. “How good to know that we like the same things.”

That was when she realized that the spreader bar ensured that she was open to him.

Kendra tipped her hips forward, inviting his caress, but Reid stood abruptly, seizing her hands in his. He quickly locked wide shackles around her wrists. He secured her wrists to each other, then lifted them over her head. For an aching moment, his jacket brushed against her, his chest was just an increment away. She wanted to press against him and managed to sway slightly closer, only just colliding with his hard heat.

She felt someone move behind her, heard a chair scrape on the floor, then fabric touched her back. She felt someone behind her, then that person took her bound wrists and hooked them to a chain high over her head.

The chain hung down, brushing Kendra’s forearms, and must have been secured to the ceiling. The woman clipped the wrist bonds to one link and Kendra could feel more links between her hands. She was standing comfortably, albeit with her hands stretched over her head.

“Two links higher,” Reid commanded. “I want to see her taut.” His hand closed over her breast. “Helpless.”

The woman did as he instructed, the higher link pulling Kendra to stand on her toes.

Reid pinched her nipple between his finger and thumb, and Kendra tipped her head back at the rush of sensation. She felt her lips part and her back arch, even as Reid rolled her nipple with increasing pressure. She could feel him watching her and tingled with it.

“Very promising,” the woman said, sounding as if she was on the far side of the room.

“Struggle,” Reid invited. Kendra fought against the chain and her bonds, already knowing she couldn’t work herself free. Something snapped in her mind at this proof of her own captivity and she struggled wildly desperately to free herself. She bent her knees, bringing her bound feet from the floor, and hung there, writhing.

“
Very
enticing,” the woman said and Kendra head the strike of a match.

Followed by the scent of a lit cigarette.

“Very bad,” Reid said with resolve. He slapped Kendra across the ass, the leather stinging with the force of his blow. The woman with the perfume laughed. Kendra’s knees straightened in her shock and she stood on her toes again.

She felt Reid bend before her and his grip on her foot was tighter than it had been before. She heard the jingle of metal, and her left ankle shackle was secured to the floor. Her right one was locked down then as well. “That’s enough defiance,” Reid concluded, and the only thing that kept Kendra silent was the conviction that begging for mercy would only make her situation worse.

“I see what you mean. Still buying?” the woman asked, humor in her voice.

“For the moment,” Reid agreed. “Do what you want to her while I finalize the order.”

Kendra’s mind went white. Who was he talking to? The woman with the perfume? The woman who had pinched her? Someone else entirely?

“No!” Kendra cried out.

She heard the tread of his boots as Reid crossed the room, then something was snapped around her head. He jammed a roll of leather between her teeth, then locked another strap over her mouth. A buckle clipped behind her head and he tugged the harness tight. Kendra moaned but made only a small futile sound.

“You are forbidden to climax,” Reid said sternly, and Kendra wasn’t sure she could contain herself. She moaned and quivered, trying to communicate with him, but failed.

Or he ignored her.

“Behave yourself, Miss Jones, or we are done,” he whispered into her ear, his threat stopping her cold. She knew he meant it. His footsteps crossed the room. He was moving quickly, pissed off, abandoning her to her fate. Kendra struggled and moaned, knowing she couldn’t make any difference to her situation.

She desperately wanted him to come back, to discipline her himself.

She heard a woman’s heels depart as well.

A door closed.

Then nothing.

The room was silent except for the sound of her breathing, which was getting louder. Kendra’s heart was pounding in trepidation. She thought about crying out, but that would only make things worse. He couldn’t abandon her, could he? He wouldn’t terminate their contract before he even took her, would he? He couldn’t leave her itching and aching for him like this and just walk away.

Could he?

Kendra heard someone come to stand in front of her and her heart stopped. She felt the weight of that person’s gaze upon her. She tingled with awareness that she was being studied and knew she made a slight whimper in her uncertainty.

“I would keep you in velvet,” the second woman whispered. “Locked in a chastity belt, to which only I had the key.” Her hands closed around Kendra’s waist, then she caught Kendra’s taut nipple in her mouth. Kendra felt the woman’s hair fall against her shoulder, heard the jingle of her earrings, felt her grip tighten convulsively. The woman laved Kendra’s nipple with her tongue, teasing and caressing, sending a sweet heat of desire through her body all over again. Her skin was bare and her grip resolute. Her tongue was diabolical and the brush of her teeth against Kendra’s aching nipple made her shudder to her toes. She felt the woman’s breath as she laughed lightly.

“Maybe two chastity belts for such a horny slave,” the woman whispered. “Keep being bad and he’ll give you to me again. I like his blondes.” Kendra inhaled sharply at the suggestion that there had been other blondes brought here by Reid, then the woman’s mouth locked tightly over Kendra’s nipple. She almost fainted when the woman suckled her hard then grazed the tight peak with her teeth. The pleasure left her dizzy.

And wanting more.

Reid had given her away.

Kendra couldn’t stop him from sharing his toy. Even as the woman dropped to her knees and closed her mouth over Kendra’s hungry puss, she had to wonder if she even wanted to try.

Then she realized that the woman had a tongue stud.

And she knew how to use it.

* * *

Chapter Six

Miss Jones wasn’t just impulsive and beautiful. She was easily aroused and easily read, more responsive than any slave Reid had claimed before. She had that blend of innocence and worldliness that snared him every time.

But she had more of it than any woman he’d ever known.

She surprised him. She intrigued him. He felt a potent connection between them that he thought could culminate in the best sex ever.

Yet she’d lied to him—and worse, he’d dismissed his instinctive guess that she wasn’t telling him the truth. Now that she’d admitted she hadn’t been honest about being one the pill, even though he understood her reasoning, he was determined to teach her a lesson. It was imperative she never lie to him again. Next time, she could be tempted to mislead him when it was too important.

Reid sensed already he was far too interested in Miss Jones, too close to becoming obsessed. Giving her to Naomi was an impulse and a kind of self-defense.

She had admitted a curiosity about being shared while he watched.

Too bad it wasn’t working for him. Even though Reid had given her away, he couldn’t stop watching her. He told himself that he was learning what she liked and what aroused her more, so he could manipulate her reactions more readily, but Alicia was quick to call him on that.

“This one is going to claim you heart and soul if you’re not careful,” she said, rapping him on the arm and repeating herself when he didn’t acknowledge her comment the first time.

“It’s just infatuation.”

“I’ll be sure I have that collar in stock,” she said with a wry smile.

“I told you. . .”

“I know, and I believe you. You’ll never make this one completely submissive. But I still think you’re going to get to the point that you have to chain her to a wall and keep her for a good chunk of forever.”

Reid wasn’t going to argue with Alicia. There was no point, even if he knew she had to be wrong.

Miss Jones had thrown back her head as Suzanne ate her, the flush of her skin and the abandon of her pose revealing just how much she was enjoying the attention. He’d felt the little frisson of interest in her when he’d mentioned giving her away, and was gratified that he’d read her interest correctly.

She was on the pill.

He could take her now.

But first he had to prove to her that he made the choices.