Dangerous (The Complete Erotic Romance Novel) (22 page)

She took it all, whatever he gave, and demanded more.

Miss Jones had no boundaries. It was exhilarating and dangerous. He was so glad he’d been the one to claim her . . . that he could ensure she had her exploration but remained safe.

He couldn’t imagine what he’d do if any harm came to her.

The very idea shook him, startling him with its intensity.

“I’ll do this in the office,” he threatened in a low voice. “You’ll stand beside my desk and answer my phone for me. You’ll have to take messages while I reach under your skirt and caress you. I have to make sure that you’re always ready, Miss Jones, don’t I?”

She made a sound into the gag, one that sounded desperate.

Reid stepped closer, caught her around the thighs and forced her legs closer together. He held her captive, then worked the crop against her puss, tickling and teasing her. Her hands knotted into fists as he watched, and she shook hard. The crop was slick with her juices, moving easily against her wet labia.

There would be no friction this way. He turned the crop so the seam would rub on her and was rewarded by her sharp inhalation.

And a powerful moan.

He released her, then quickly rained blows on her butt, saving the hardest ones for last. Two crisp snaps against the underside of her ass had her jumping from the impact and Reid couldn’t stand any more. He threw down the riding crop and stood behind her. He caught her pelvis in his hands, pushed her down so her knees were slightly bent, and flexing his fingers as he gripped her tightly. He gave her a moment to think about it, then slid into her welcoming heat in one long stroke, burying himself as deeply as possible.

She was pure heaven.

She was snug around him, holding all of his cock easily yet holding him fast. Her hair shone gold in the light, her skin was fair and perfect, and her shape was wonderfully feminine. The marks on her butt were already turning red, a sign of his possession. The black leather gag and the rope looked rough and possessive.

The best part was that she loved it. She rolled her hips against him, demanding more, and Reid was ready to give it to her.

He thought about capturing her again, maybe arranging a kidnapping. He thought again about having her bound naked in the trunk of his car. He hoped Jackson found a house soon and installed a safe room sooner.

She was never going to leave him.

She would be bound and ready all the time.

She would be completely his, forever. Reid had wanted to work slowly, but he was already driving into her fast and hard. He told himself he was testing her fantasy, well aware she was becoming his own. He went deeper and harder each time, mixing up his pace, changing his grip so she could feel more of the leather gloves. He loved how she tried to part her thighs wider, how she fought against the bonds, how she squirmed as if she couldn’t get enough.

He felt the tension rise in her, felt her try to control it. She wouldn’t be able to, but he’d be sure she had time to fight it. He teased her with the knob on the cock ring, making her clitoris harder with every tickle. When she was vibrating against him, he reached down the front of her and caressed her with his finger, knowing how much she’d love the leather.

She froze, then shook, thrashing as she tried to evade his touch and hold back the orgasm. Reid didn’t let her. He drove her on, pushing her into a frenzy, ignoring the way she was moaning as she struggled. Her puss suddenly clenched around him, an involuntary move that hinted she’d come with or without his permission.

Reid locked his arms around her, drawing her up before him, and closed his hand over her breast tightly. She fought his embrace and he chuckled in her ear, liking the way she shivered.

They were both loving this.

“You’re all mine,” he whispered into her ear. “Until I choose to let you go.” He drove deep inside her and gripped her more tightly to emphasize his words. He felt the heat race over her skin just as it surged over his. He heard her muffled cry and his own shout, then her snatch was locked around him, holding him in thrall as they came together.

* * *

Kendra dozed on the bathroom floor in Reid’s hotel suite. It was a large room, larger than her own bedroom in her apartment, all white marble, white tiles, huge mirrors and gleaming hardware.

The shower was running, filling the room with steam, and she was bound helpless on the floor. Reid had hogtied her with the belts from the two bathrobes provided by the hotel, one belt binding her ankles and the other her wrists. The ends were knotted together behind her back and a facecloth was jammed into her mouth. One bathrobe was folded beneath her cheek, providing a pillow, and the thick rug protected her from the chill of the tile.

Reid had moved quickly while she’d still been dazed after his possession of her, but Kendra didn’t mind being tied up again. Her body felt good, her skin humming when he’d struck her, the edge taken off her desire, and she was both warm and comfortable. Her mind was calm, her confidence complete.

She would have smiled, if she’d been able to do so.

Because she’d made Reid lose control.

He’d taken her hard and fast, and she knew it was because he hadn’t been able to do anything else. He’d marked her again as his possession, then claimed her when he’d taken her. If she was just a toy for his satisfaction, it would be all about him, not about her effect upon him. His desire for complete domination would have been less personal, less emotional than it was. Kendra knew enough about people to understand Reid Stirling wasn’t as dispassionate and indifferent as she’d believed.

He also wasn’t as tough a master as he liked to pretend. No, there was a protectiveness in him, if not a tenderness. He hadn’t needed to make sure she was comfortable and warm while he showered. He also hadn’t needed to try to fulfill her fantasies, or explore possibilities. He hadn’t needed to let her have her orgasm, but he had. She sighed contentment, remembering the brush of his lips on her skin. Even the memory could make her tingle.

There was definitely more to this relationship than he wanted anyone—including Kendra—to realize.

Now he showered, apparently at leisure, but Kendra was well aware of how consistently he watched her. He couldn’t seem to
not
look at her, and the glass walls of the shower stall kept no secrets about his reaction to what he saw. His cock was huge and hard again, as if he hadn’t had any release. She knew this reprieve wouldn’t last long, and she couldn’t wait to see what he would do next.

No, she wanted to see if she could make him lose control again.

She was watching him, too, admiring his body and his tan, eying his erection and knowing she wanted to put it to good use.

Kendra wanted more of his attention than she’d had already.

She decided to ask for it.

By tempting him.

* * *

Chapter Nine

Reid wondered how long it would take Miss Jones to try to change her situation. She clearly liked to surprise him, if not to undermine his plans. Lucky for her, Reid was intrigued by her and inclined to give her more freedom than he should.

He’d set a precedent already, one that he doubted he’d have time to regret. There was something new between them, something that wasn’t quite the usual situation between a submissive and her master, but Reid didn’t mind. In fact, he was intrigued. He suspected the game wouldn’t last long . . . that his concession to her autonomy would doom the ending, but he was curious to see how far it could go. Miss Jones was engaged. She was enthusiastic. She was observant.

And all of that made her a good partner for his games of choice.

If anything, her power to convince him to modify the rules only shortened the interval. Given the level of his fascination with her, Reid could only believe that to be a good thing. He’d enjoy her, for a while, and then they’d part forever.

He didn’t think either of them would have any regrets.

Reid smiled when she finally rolled over. He watched as she presented her ass to him, her face still resting on the pillow he’d created for her. She parted her knees and arched her back, giving him a good view of the marks he’d put on her ass. She wiggled, as if to entice him to take her again. He’d had her from the back, so wouldn’t take her that way again. She’d learn that novelty was his addiction.

She moaned then and tried to spit out the facecloth which was her gag.

That act of defiance crossed the line.

Reid stepped out of the shower without stopping the flow of water, seized a towel and snapped it hard. The wet tip flicked across her butt and she cried into the gag.

Then she twisted around to glare at him. It should have been a rebellious expression, if not an outraged one, but the sparkle in her eyes undermined that impression.

She enjoyed being disciplined.

Reid turned his back on her. He returned to the shower, his impatience rising. He turned off the water and toweled himself off, deliberately ignoring her. He needed to deny her request to show his dominance. Even though he was tempted to fuck her into submission or spank her into obedience, neither tactic would work.

He had to remove his attention.

Make her earn it again.

By the time, he left the shower, she’d rolled again. She was kneeling up in the middle of the room, knees wide and head bowed. As if she could persuade him that she was submissive. Reid almost laughed at her. He put on his jeans slowly, then crouched down before her. She flicked a glance at him, a playful look through her lashes, and he noted the expectation in her eyes.

“You are so very bad, Miss Jones,” he whispered. “It’s not up to you to set the schedule and you’re naughty to even try.” She tried to look contrite but it was too late. “I’m going to have to teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”

Her eyes lit.

To her obvious confusion, he untied her hands and threw the belt aside.

“You have five minutes to make yourself look just as you did when you arrived,” he said firmly, then left the bathroom. He could almost taste her astonishment. He grabbed a clean T-shirt and pulled it on, smiling at the sudden sounds of activity in the bathroom. He set the timer on his watch, not willing to miss any chance to correct her actions. He retrieved her purse and dropped it inside the bathroom door, then went to the table.

It was time for a glass of wine.

* * *

Kendra couldn’t believe it.

He’d turned her down. She’d been sure it would be easy to tempt Reid to take her again, but she’d been wrong. He had more control than she did.

Worse, he’d given her a deadline. Five minutes! She untied her ankles, pulling the facecloth out of her mouth as she raced to the sink.
A lesson she wouldn’t forget.
What could that be? In a way, she wanted to know. In another, she was terrified. He’d already denied her once. Was he going to terminate their contract, just when it was getting interesting?

Kendra wasn’t ready for that. She washed in record time, scooping up her purse from the floor. Her makeup was a wreck.

She combed out her hair and twisted it up again, noting how her hands were shaking. The pins were gone, lost on the floor in the main room probably, but she had more in her purse. She repaired her eye makeup, then reapplied her lipstick.

She realized he would have brought her raincoat if he’d been tossing her out, and her excitement bubbled again.

What
exactly
had he meant about teaching her a lesson? She met her own gaze and noticed how her eyes were sparkling. She looked vibrant and intense. She turned around to check the marks on her ass and ran a fingertip over the rising welts.

X marked the spot.

She was going to be thinking about his threat to use the riding crop on her in his office for a while. Would he leave the door open while he did that? The window blinds open? She’d bet that he would.

That would be a naughty secret to keep her puss buzzing all day long.

What about when he felt her up beside his desk?

She had a feeling she wouldn’t be dawdling on her way to work anytime soon. Maybe she’d work a lot of overtime. Ginger was wrong about her overtime being uncompensated: Kendra was quite happy with this exchange. A few hours in the office for the biggest orgasms ever? It was more than a fair trade.

She straightened her stockings with care, glad she hadn’t run them, and noticed the wild pace of her heart. With one last glance at herself—her gaze lingering on the new marks on her butt—she left the bathroom.

Reid was standing by that little table set for dinner for one, sipping from a glass of wine. He’d lit the candles and turned down the lights, making the atmosphere even more romantic. A little bit late, Kendra realized there were covered salvers on the table and that she could smell food. She found both of her shoes and pulled them on, then picked up her dress.

“Not yet,” he said, and she put the dress back down.

He crossed the room to her, his gaze heated. He moved like a predator, like he was stalking and cornering her. Kendra couldn’t help but comment on it.

“Are you hunting?”

“Would you like that?”

“Depends what you do to your prey.”