Dangerous (The Complete Erotic Romance Novel) (25 page)

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In which Kendra’s confidence in the future is undermined...

Chapter Ten

Reid had kissed her again.

He’d insisted kisses weren’t part of their agreement and had been so adamant in denying her one Kendra had stopped asking. She hadn’t stopped trying to tempt him, but hadn’t expected to succeed. The man was all about control.

But he’d kissed her again.

And it had been every bit as soul-searing as his first kiss.

Maybe it had been better because Kendra knew he’d only kissed her because he couldn’t resist doing so. He’d lost control again, only for a moment, but it was enough to convince Kendra their relationship was heading into new and exciting territory.

Could this contract for sexual pleasure develop into more? Could they make a longer term commitment? Kendra wanted to find out more than she’d ever wanted anything. She knew her attraction to Reid and interest in him heightened everything. What difference would love make to her reactions? To his? Kendra wanted to know. She would do anything for him now, anything to keep things moving in the right direction, anything to keep from jeopardizing what she believed had started.

She was seated at the table, that chilly chain wrapped around her body and the ball Reid had fastened on it pushing against one side of her clitoris. It felt almost like a smooth thumb, maybe one encased in a leather glove. Her sheer dress barely brushed her skin, almost teasing in its fleeting contact. The clamps with their wicked chain between them both pinched her nipples and tugged on them, making her achingly aware of those sensitive peaks. Her shoes were high and kept her feet arched; her stockings and garters made her legs feel encased. The shackles on her wrists were wide enough to ensure hopeless captivity, that they were fastened to the back of the stool she sat down kept her in place. The blindfold was heavy over her eyes and tightly wrapped around her head, keeping her in darkness.

It was strange and sexy, too. Forbidden. Fabulous. Her puss pulsed from the unguent on that devious little ball, the unguent that created both a burn and a yearning. Her skin felt alive and tingling, sensitive and ready for the slightest caress. She both wanted relief and a longer tease.

It wasn’t up to her what happened. She’d had her kiss, but she was his toy. Kendra simmered with the knowledge of it.

“Rise up,” Reid instructed, with a touch on her shoulder. Kendra lifted herself as far off the stool as she could, given that her wrists were bound to it. She felt him sweep her dress out from beneath her, then his hands landed on her shoulders.

He was standing behind her.

He pushed her down hard, ensuring that the rising welts on her butt collided quickly with the leather stool. Kendra felt a rush of pain and pleasure, and heard herself gasp.

Reid chuckled under his breath and she shivered at the sound. He loved this. He loved pushing her to the edge and exposing her to new sensations. She bit the corner of her lip, wanting another kiss, yet wasn’t surprised when he flicked a finger across her mouth and ignored her.

She’d had a second kiss. It was only a matter of time before she won a third.

Kendra smiled, confident that the balance of power wasn’t as skewed in his favor as she’d believed.

“You said the blindfold helps you to be honest,” Reid said and she heard him topping up the wine in the glass. “So, you’re going to tell me about your sexual fantasies while we eat, Miss Jones.”

“Yes, sir.”

She felt the glass against her lips and accepted a sip of wine. It was as rich and deep as the first sip, the same fruity red, and more delicious than she remembered wine ever being. This bottle probably cost as much as she earned in a week.

Or maybe it was the power of the blindfold to make every sense sharper. She licked her lips afterward, wanting to tempt him again. There was a heavy silence until she closed her mouth again, and she guessed that he was watching her.

And that his eyes must be very, very blue.

Kendra smiled.

“You like the wine, Miss Jones?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why wouldn’t you want me to feed you in a restaurant, Miss Jones?”

“It’s too obvious,” she confessed. “I’d rather everyone think we were a normal couple, and never guessed our secret.” She heard the sound of a salver being removed, the faint scrape of metal on china. She smelled grilled meat and garlic, a savory combination that made her stomach grumble in anticipation.

“Which would be?” There was a quiet slide of cutlery on china.

Kendra’s mother would have liked that. She’d always insisted Kendra and her brother learn to eat without clatter. She would have said Reid had elegant manners, and maybe that he could teach Kendra something.

She felt wicked at that thought, because Reid was teaching her things her mother would never have imagined her daughter needed to learn.

“Miss Jones?” he prompted, impatience tinging his tone. “Our secret would be?”

“That you’d harnessed me under my clothes. That I wasn’t wearing underwear. That I had clamps on my nipples, and bonds in my purse.” He seemed to be both waiting and unsurprised, so Kendra added one more. “That you were going to take me home and truss me up tight before you fucked me senseless.”

There was a moment of silence, as if her choice of verb had surprised him, then she felt something touch her lip gently. What was he going to give her? There was something suspenseful about being fed while blindfolded.

It was steak. A beautiful piece of steak, tender, perfectly grilled, dusted with garlic, salt and fresh ground pepper. Kendra was sure it was the best bite of steak she’d ever had.

“Slowly, Miss Jones,” Reid chided, echoing her mother’s instructions. “Always elegant, never in a hurry. It’s not your last meal.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And don’t speak when there’s anything in your mouth.”

Kendra almost giggled. Her mother could have been reincarnated as a successful entrepreneur—if Reid Stirling hadn’t been saving companies before Kendra’s mother had passed. She chewed with care, making sure he couldn’t chide her for bolting her food.

“What else, Miss Jones?” he asked after she’d swallowed.

Kendra didn’t want to think about her mother, not right now. She wanted to think about Reid, and the pleasure he could give when he chose. “I’d like if you were sitting right beside me, like in a booth, so that your arm and leg pressed against mine,” she admitted. “I’d feel more trapped then. Cornered.” She licked her lips again, deliberately. “Like your prey.”

“And you would like to be hunted?”

She laughed. “If I can choose the predator.” The fork tines touched her lip again.

This time, it was mashed potatoes, creamy smooth and mixed with butter and garlic.

He leaned closer, a sure sign he was going to try to provoke a response, and his next words were low. “What if I chose one for you?”

Kendra caught her breath, anxiety making her shiver even as her puss got wetter. “It would be your prerogative, master.”

“It would. But would you like it?”

Kendra saw no reason to lie. “If you watched.”

“Like last weekend?”

“Yes, master.” Kendra licked her lip.

Reid moved his chair, letting his thigh press against hers. Pleasure thrummed through her body that he was doing what she’d suggested and her body softened toward him. He pulled up her dress slowly, removing one layer of cloth between his jeans and her skin. He was excruciatingly slow about it, giving her time to wonder at his intention before the weight of his warm palm landed on her thigh. He ran his hand down her leg, fingers splayed and palm flat. It was a possessive gesture and a thrilling one. “Could I do this to you in a restaurant?”

“If there was a tablecloth.” She swallowed, easily imagining how this would drive her wild. “If no one could see, then it would be really hot.”

“This, too?” He ran a finger beneath the chain that marked his possession, then gave the end that slipped between her thighs a slight tug.

“Oh yes.” Kendra inhaled sharply. As she should have expected, he moved it back and forth, forcing the ball to rub against her, increasing her pleasure and her anguish. She moaned under her breath, then parted her legs more widely. “You’ll have to gag me if you’re going to do that, master,” she said.

“Don’t worry: I will. Later.”

“Good,” she whispered. “I like how you gag me.”

“You like the leather gag?”

“I love it.”

“And in a restaurant?”

She almost laughed aloud. “Not very subtle. People would notice.”

“Which is why you have to be trained to be silent on command. Maybe you’ll carry the gag in your purse, knowing that I’ll be compelled to use it if you utter a sound.”

Kendra loved the sound of that. “Oh yes, master.”

“Even in a restaurant, Miss Jones.”

The idea shocked her to silence.

“You’d have to put it on yourself, of course, so people didn’t think the worst of me.”

Kendra’s throat was tight. She could envision it so easily.

“Miss Jones?” He pulled her back to the moment with his voice, with his insistence that she reply.

“Of course, master. Anything you desire.”

“Exactly.” He let his fingertips slide over her pubis. “Silence won’t ever be easy for you, Miss Jones, but I will ensure that you’re rewarded.”

She swallowed and nodded understanding. She made no sound, just to prove she was paying attention.

That only tempted him to tease her more.

Reid eased his fingers along the length of the chain, letting them slip into the folds of her labia. Kendra’s mouth opened and her head fell back, but she made no sound. He touched her, letting his fingers graze her swollen clitoris, teasing her with the promise of a caress. The possibility of him doing this in a public place sent mingled terror and excitement through her.

“What would make it even hotter?” he whispered in her ear.

“I’d like if there was another man, too,” she said on impulse and felt his surprise. “On my other side.”

“You want to be shared?”

“Or given away, as discipline,” she confessed. “But only if you’re there to watch.” She swallowed again. “I’d like to be with you in a restaurant, on public display, being teased but uncertain of your plans.”

“Worrying about it?”

“Knowing the choice was yours and I couldn’t control it. I like when you tease me with possibilities, whether they come true or not.”

“So, I should host a dinner party, offering you to one lucky guest as dessert,” he said. “You’d sit like this, on display and bound as I fed you.” Kendra shivered at the notion. “I’d choose very attractive dinner guests, of course.”

“Master!”

“How many guests, Miss Jones? Two? Three?”

Kendra felt that white heat flood her mind again. “Two,” she said impulsively, not certain it was true.

“Three men then, and you as the prize. How will your fate be decided?”

“However you choose, master.” Kendra felt faint. She could imagine it all too easily, a table for four, three men watching her as she sat just like this.

He released the chain but kept his thigh pressed against hers. She could feel the seam in his jeans, the way it was driven against her leg, the tension in his muscles. Her breath was coming more quickly, and she gasped when the fork touched her lip again.

Green beans. Cooked but still crunchy. Steamed, maybe.

Just the way she liked them.

Did Reid know everything she liked?

His hand cupped her breast as she ate, his thumb sliding toward the nipple. Kendra felt the peak tighten, the puss get wetter and then his tongue flicked across the tight peak. She caught her breath and he chuckled, his breast fanning over her wet nipple and making her shiver. He then pinched the clamp tighter for a moment, tormenting her and delighting her. Kendra squirmed on her seat, wanting more than she feared he would give.

He moved away suddenly and Kendra knew better than to protest. The absence of his touch made her more aware of how excited she was. She could hear her pulse in her ears, and feel it in her clitoris.

“Did you like having the woman eat you in the shop?” He spoke as another salver was removed, as if trying to disguise the sound.

She nodded and swallowed.

“Because you were helpless and it wasn’t up to you?”

Kendra smiled. He understood her so well. She’d been right to trust him. “Yes, master.”

“How could it have been better?”

Her reply was immediate. “It was better when you took me.”

“Why?”

“Because I felt claimed.”

“You don’t feel claimed when you’re bound helpless?”

“Only partly. Cornered. I want to be possessed.” She swallowed. “I want to be helpless in my captivity, then I want you to use me for your pleasure, however you choose to do it.”

“Out of your control.”

Kendra nodded, trying out silence again.

She was rewarded with another heady sip of wine. This time she felt his body heat as he loomed over her, one hand holding the glass to her lips and the other cupping her nape. He was standing and she could feel his erection against her shoulder. When she’d sipped and he’d moved the glass away, she turned her head quickly, grazing her teeth across the strained denim.