Dangerous (The Complete Erotic Romance Novel) (21 page)

She had a moment to fear it was the wrong room, and then Reid opened the door.

Jeans.

T-shirt.

No leather gloves.

At least not yet.

“I guess I miscalculated the dress code,” she said and leaned forward to kiss him. Reid turned his cheek so that her lips only brushed his ear, then caught her by the wrist and guided her into his suite. She knew better than to resist and let him guide her into the room.

It was a suite.

“On the contrary, I think your choice is perfect.” He kept hold of her wrist as he locked the deadbolt, and she liked the possessiveness of his gesture. She could smell his cologne and that he’d had a shower. His skin was warm and his grip firm. Kendra could nearly taste temptation.

The lights were dimmed, soft music played, and the heavy drapes were shut against the night. It was cozy and romantic all at once.

The table in the far corner was set for dinner for one, but with two chairs. Kendra didn’t understand that but turned to face him, noting only then the display that had clearly been made for her benefit. There was a high narrow table across from the door, one that ran behind the sofa. It was a place you’d drop your keys.

There were no keys on the table.

There were bonds. The leather shackles must have been the ones she’d worn the week before—she hadn’t seen them then, but they looked right. There was a riding crop and what must be the spreader bar. There was a heavy leather circle with buckles and a padded mouthpiece. The gag. Kendra swallowed, remembering exactly how it had felt when secured around her head.

She sensed Reid was waiting for her reaction, and decided to surprise him. She looked him in the eye. “I brought a contribution,” she said then pulled the silk cord and black electrical tape out of her purse. She added them to the array of toys on the table, savoring the way his gaze brightened. “You did say the rope had to match, sir,” she added, her voice husky as she slid a finger over the pink cord.

He swallowed, his eyes so vivid a blue that she knew she had his undivided attention. His cock was hard, too, and she dared to look at it, thinking of how perfect he had felt inside her.

“I did.” Reid reached for her knotted belt and untied it. His smile was so wicked her heart skipped. “Maybe you get a reward for remembering.”

“Oh, I hope so,” she whispered.

Reid took her coat and hung it up beside his own, then surveyed her again. Again, Kendra could feel his surprise. She spun in front of him, proud of herself, and smiled. “You like?”

“I like. Your new jewelry will go perfectly with it.”

“Do I get my present now?”

He smiled mysteriously. “Turn around.”

“No point wasting time with chit chat,” she teased.

“For this one night, I will allow you to speak your mind,” he said, pretending to be stern.

She smiled. “Thank you, sir. I’m not very good at being silent.”

“That’s why I bought this.” He tapped the gag with a finger. It looked rough and too heavy, so menacing that Kendra stifled a shiver. She knew he saw it. “Did you like it last week?”

She nodded.

“Why?”

“It’s terrifying to be silenced at first. But then, it’s a relief.”

“How so?”

“You want me silent. I’m not good at being quiet. Being gagged means it’s out of my control. That’s the relief.” He nodded understanding.

She reached out and slid a finger over the riding crop. “Is this what you used?”

“Yes. Pick it up.”

“It’s so thin and light.”

“The best ones snap hard. I like when they’re wrapped in leather.”

She smiled. “Me, too.” On impulse, she offered the riding crop to him on her palms. “Just like I liked the marks, sir.”

Reid stared at her for a moment, clearly surprised, then shook his head. “Turn around. I have other treats for you tonight.”

She put it down without complaint, and then she turned around as he’d instructed. Reid unzipped the back of her dress, and Kendra shifted her shoulders as it fell to a silky black puddle around her ankles. He ran his hands over her body, sliding a finger under the garter belt, checking the status of the welts he’d placed on her body. They were healing, only pink marks now, and not tender any more.

That’s why she wanted more.

“You enjoyed them?”

“I didn’t forget you.”

Reid chuckled a little. He held her hand as she stepped out of the dress and Kendra knew he admired the view as she bent to pick it up. She put the dress over the back of a chair, then turned to face him again.

“I’m all yours, sir.”

“I know.” He folded his arms across his chest and smiled at her. “Gag yourself.”

Kendra deliberately didn’t hesitate. She knew he liked her to help with her binding, and she doubted hesitation would get her a reward. “Thin walls?” she asked as she picked up the gag. The leather was really thick and something quivered in her belly when she held it.

“Can’t be too careful,” he mused and pointed to the mirror. “Take the pins out of your hair first.”

Kendra did as instructed, then swept up her hair as if she’d make a ponytail. Reid stepped closer to hold it in place for her. She put the pad in her teeth, then wrapped the lower strap around her head and secured it. She passed the other strap over the top of her head, and Reid let her hair fall between the two straps as she fastened it.

“Tighter,” he said.

Kendra moved the buckles to the next notch, then on impulse moved them one more. The wide black leather straps were locked around her, the pad jammed into her teeth, her own eyes wide as she stared at her reflection.

The gag looked abusive and heavy, a thrilling sign of her captivity. Kendra could only imagine that a collar would look better. Reid stepped closer and ran his hands over her straps, checking that they were fastened securely but not so tightly that they hurt her. He held her head in his hands for a moment again and smiled down at her. “Scream,” he invited.

Kendra tried, she really did, but she barely made a whimper.

“Captive,” he whispered and she nodded, the thumping of desire in her wet puss doubling as she stared into his eyes.

He stepped back, clearly pleased, and picked up a pair of leather gloves from the display table. Kendra stomach fluttered as he put them on. He moved slowly, deliberately, his gaze locked upon her and that little smile giving her a thousand ideas of what might come next.

Then he flicked a finger, indicating she should turn and cross the room. Kendra did as instructed, assuming they were going to the table, her thoughts spinning. He’d tie her up there, then eat his dinner. Hadn’t the Marquis de Sade eaten an omelet off the back of a bound sex slave, ensuring that he pricked her repeatedly with his very sharp fork? Kendra wasn’t sure, and that felt like a failure. She walked toward the table, her body humming with both suspense and desire. She wondered what Reid had planned, reminded herself that she couldn’t do anything about it, and then wondered again.

She only managed to take four steps before she found out.

* * *

Reid admired the shape of Miss Jones’s ass for a moment before he moved. He seized her from behind and tossed her on the couch. She struggled instinctively, trying to escape, but he had the pink rope ready.

He grabbed her hands and rolled her over easily, then sat astride her while he bound her arms behind her back. He tied each wrist to the opposite elbow with the pink rope, ensuring there was lots of rope coiled around her arms. Despite her struggles, he made the bonds secure but not too tight. She wriggled and squirmed, trying to get free, and failed. The movement of her butt beneath him was a temptation he wasn’t going to deny.

She kicked but his thighs were locked around hers, so she could only flail her feet. He rolled her over before lowering his weight over her hips again.

“Helpless yet?” he whispered and she bucked beneath him. He smiled at her, completely certain he was making the rules. She stared at him, her eyes alight with pleasure even as she panted slightly. There was no doubting the smell of her arousal.

“You wanted to try it rough and fast, Miss Jones,” he reminded her.

She nodded.

“Do you like it?”

Without hesitation, she nodded again. Her eyes began to sparkle, as if she would have smiled, giving him all the reassurance he needed. He put the riding crop on the coffee table beside them and heard her catch her breath.

“It was very bad of you to have haunted me so much this week, Miss Jones.”

He closed his hands over her breasts, spreading his fingers wide to caress her with as much leather as possible. She closed her eyes and arched her head back, her hair a silken tangle beneath her. He rolled each nipple between his finger and thumb, teasing her until she made a low incoherent moan.

“A toy should be used and forgotten. A toy serves a purpose. A toy does not keep her master awake nights, or keep him from finding satisfaction anywhere else.”

Her eyes lit at that, her breath catching.

“A toy must pay for her transgressions.”

He tightened his grip on her nipples and teased them more forcefully. She gasped, her face burning, but Reid leaned forward and captured one in his mouth. He suckled her, teased her, flicked his tongue across her. She writhed beneath his weight, her moans seductive. He grazed the tight nipple with his teeth, then nipped it quickly. When she arched her back as if she would have cried out, he eased back.

She was breathing quickly, her gaze locked upon him.

“You must be disciplined, Miss Jones. You must know what it is to be haunted and denied.”

She groaned, but he ignored her.

“Remember, Miss Jones, that you do not have permission to orgasm.”

Reid braced her feet against her butt. He locked one hand around her ankles to hold them together, then spread her thighs open with his other hand. She didn’t seem to be breathing, but the hungry mouth of her glistening puss trembled as he looked down at her. He touched her clitoris without preamble, loving the jolt that rocked her body at the first contract. She was so wet. She was so ready. He fingered her, deliberately rubbing the seam of the glove across her clitoris. She shuddered, then flushed, vibrating with her need. She tried to tighten her knees, then forced them wider as she realized what she had to do for him. Her entire body was shaking with need, her hips bucking in invitation of their own accord.

That was enough confirmation of desire for Reid. He stood up, scooping her up quickly, then dropped her to her knees in front of a padded ottoman by the window. “Crouch, Miss Jones.” She immediately followed his instruction. He lashed one ankle to the leg of the ottoman with a second length of pink rope, then did the same with the other. He guided her body so that her cheek and chest rested on the cushioned top. Her ass was perfectly positioned in the air, her arms still tightly bound behind her back.

Reid got the riding crop and kicked off his jeans before he returned to her. He took his time, savoring the sight of her, the flush of desire on her skin, the fair spill of her straight hair, the sound of her agitated breathing. He smoother on a condom and a larger cock ring than the last time, one with a trio of nubs on it.

He put a hand on her butt, letting her feel the caress of the leather gloves, waiting until she relaxed slightly.

Then he struck her hard with the riding crop, leaving a long red welt on one cheek. She jumped, trembled, and then arched her back higher to invite the next blow.

Reid smiled, then bent and touched his lips to the skin that had just been struck. It was a whisper of a kiss, one followed by the trail of his tongue gently along the line of the mark.

She shook to her core and made a muffled moan that made Reid ache to possess her.

Six blows. Three on each side. The symmetry would look good. And he’d ensure she sat down hard every time she took a seat, just to send that surge of heat through her.

Just to make sure she remembered who owned her.

“Count the blows with me, Miss Jones,” he instructed, keeping his voice hard.

She moaned to indicate one.

He struck her again, marking the other cheek with a long slash. She moaned to indicate the second one, then quivered when he caressed it with his hand.

The first cheek received another blow, the welts making a perfect X on that side. She made a muffled cry to count that one, then jumped when he flicked his tongue across the wound. Reid smiled as he watched her shiver, a wonderful shiver that started at her head and slid over her skin to her feet.

She then strained to stand higher on her toes, an admirable move, and arched her back, inviting the next strike.

Reid gave it to her, making an X on the second cheek. He had the angle just right, so each welt would be longer. If he wanted her to feel it when she sat down, he needed to make the next two under her cheeks, almost at the top of the thighs.

First, he eased the leather covered crop between her legs, letting the tip of it nudge against her clitoris. Again, she was startled, but just as he’d come to anticipate, she welcomed whatever he did. She tried to put her legs farther apart, to give him better access. Her skin turned rosy and he saw her start to quiver, the sure sign she was close to orgasm. She shook as she fought against her own body’s impulse, moaning as she tried to do as he’d instructed. He drove her on, pushing her to her limits, expecting to find a barrier but encountering none.