Dangerous (The Complete Erotic Romance Novel) (26 page)

He caught his breath and stepped back. “Very naughty, Miss Jones.”

“Yes, sir.” Kendra hung her head, giving the appearance of being contrite although she wasn’t. She heard the zipper of the jeans, then the sound of the denim hitting the floor. A heartbeat later, his hands were locked around her head and she could smell the clean virility of him. He spun the stool and stepped over her, then touched his cock to her mouth.

She took him into her mouth immediately, wanting to show her desire to please him. He cradled her head in his hands, letting her set her own pace, and she knew he was watching her closely. His thumbs slid over her ears, making her feel confined and controlled. The sensation was powerful, emphasizing her imprisonment.

It made her feel more captive and subservient, more determined to please. Kendra sucked him with enthusiasm, touching her tongue and then her teeth to the tip of his head, feeling him getting thicker and harder as she toyed with him. When she felt him catch his breath, she changed her pacing. She moved quickly, then more slowly, flicking her tongue gently over him, then tightening her mouth around him. She felt his breathing hitch, smelled his arousal, and felt at one with him.

She suddenly realized she wasn’t the one who was captive in this scenario. It was a strange thought and an empowering one, an idea that heightened her own excitement.

It made the game an exchange. Kendra played with him more emphatically, mixing her moves and the pressure she exerted. She smiled when he moaned involuntarily. She tasted the first salt of his release but he stepped back abruptly, closing his thumbs over her mouth.

“What did you think about playing rough tonight, Miss Jones?” His voice sounded strained and Kendra knew she’d almost made him come.

Before he’d planned to. She liked that sense of power, and the proof it gave that he was excited as she was.

“I liked it,” she admitted. “There’s something exciting about the idea of sex being rough and fast.”

“Why?”

“It’s like you’re overwhelmed with desire, or losing control.”

“I never lose control, Miss Jones.”

“But you could pretend.” She smiled, remembering that kiss all too well. He had lost control, but she wasn’t going to remind him of it.

She could feel his intense gaze on her as surely as a touch. Then glass touched glass, just the faintest whisper of a clink.

A lighter. A flame.

What was he doing?

“How rough, Miss Jones?” His voice was velvet-soft, deeper than usual, that dangerous tone she loved the best. He seemed unpredictable when he spoke to her in that tone, and dangerous.

She shivered without meaning to do so. “It could be rougher than it’s been already.” She licked her lips then and pushed a little farther. “I wonder what it would be like to be kidnapped and kept captive.”

“Locked away and used for pleasure.” His satisfaction with the idea was clear. “A sex slave.”

Kendra felt a little dizzy. “Exactly.”

“Any caveats?”

“Only that I chose my captor.”

“And who would that be?”

Kendra smiled. “My master, of course.” There was glass against her lip, the smell of Reid’s skin, and a warm liquid easing over her tongue. Brandy maybe. Kendra didn’t drink anything so strong so she didn’t know for sure, but it slid through her body like molten gold.

It spread a languorous heat, one that radiated from her stomach. She felt capable of doing anything.

Especially for him.

A spoon touched her lip then, a spoon filled with some creamy ambrosia of chocolate and butter. Kendra savored it before she swallowed.

If that was dessert, the game would soon change. Her heart skipped.

Would it be rougher?

“Tell me another fantasy of yours, Miss Jones.”

She blushed, knowing this was her chance to make it come true. “It’s kind of kinky.”

“And none of the rest is?” He sounded amused.

He was right, but Kendra still felt herself blush as she said it aloud. “It’s because you asked for my keys. I fantasize about tying myself up for you, in my own bedroom. I would know you were coming, and you let yourself in.”

“And then?”

“And then you would do whatever you wanted to me. Repeatedly.” She straightened. “Probably all night long.”

“Sexual bondage in a familiar setting,” he mused. “Maybe even a forbidden one.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Are we interrupted? Or discovered?”

“No.” Kendra shook her head. That wasn’t part of her fantasy. “I have a roommate, but it happens on a night that I’m home alone.”

“I see.” He walked around her and she was impatient for whatever he was going to do. “There appear to be many things you want to try, Miss Jones.”

“I guess I want it all, master. It gives you lots of options.”

“That it does.” Reid gave her another sip of the warm brandy.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, sir?”

“Why?” His tone lightened. “Do you have inhibitions to lose, Miss Jones?”

She laughed. “Not many. But you might be trying to put me at a disadvantage.”

“Bound and blindfolded in a hotel room doesn’t count?”

“I told you it could be rougher.”

His breath was against his ear then, his whisper low and dark. “I’m getting the feeling, Miss Jones, I could do anything I wanted to you.”

“Oh, yes, please, sir.”

“Careful what you wish for, Miss Jones,” he warned. She might have laughed but he swatted her butt with the flat of his hand, indicating that dinner was over.

And the game would begin anew.

Kendra could hardly wait.

* * *

Kendra Jones was a gift.

There was something about her that got to Reid, that made him feel a powerful connection between them. She was so alive, so honest, so lost in the moment. Her enthusiasm fed his own and her passion made every scene hotter than he expected.

She was so different from Alana. He’d never imagined any woman could love these games as much as he did, and he knew Alana had tolerated them to please him. There could be no doubt with Miss Jones that she adored this kind of play. Her eyes were clear and light, truly windows to her soul. She couldn’t have hidden a thought from him if she’d tried.

Reid liked that. He liked it very much. Honesty was something he prized above everything else, and Miss Jones might be the most honest person he’d ever known.

Certainly she was the most honest woman.

That kiss had been a strategic concession, if not a test. He’d wondered what she would do if she had her desire, especially as she’d been demanding a second kiss since the first one.

It had been a revelation. Not only had she opened to him even more, relaxing and accepting his choices, but the kiss had shaken him to his core. Her surrender and softness made him feel powerful and in control, but responsible too.

And possessive. Dangerously possessive.

After that kiss, Reid was having a hard time keeping his thoughts coherent. His imagination was running wild. He felt impulsive as he seldom did, and challenged to keep everything in control as was his nature. He wanted to let loose and follow impulse wherever it led.

That was a dangerous inclination. But Miss Jones kept giving him more ideas, filling his mind with possibilities. She was so willing. So enthusiastic. So luscious. He liked how gracefully she ate, and her fantasy of doing that in public, with more than one man, was a seductive one.

She accepted whatever he offered without protest or hesitation. She was beautiful.

And so compliant.

Well, except for her comments, but he was enjoying her sense of humor—not to mention her many fantasies. The last time he’d dared to indulge his own fantasies in a relationship, it had ended badly—because clearly, he’d pushed Alana too far.

It seemed the worst kind of failure he’d never guessed that she hadn’t been enjoying herself as much as he did.

Miss Jones’ enthusiasm couldn’t be feigned, though. She was the proverbial open book—and she loved being bound. Those photographs had revealed the truth and he’d seen it since. Was it possible that she had no boundaries? Was it possible she could fulfil his fantasies?

He’d have to help her to explore her own first. He didn’t like the idea of sharing her with anyone, never mind with two other men at once. He wasn’t interested in a group scene, but in exploring boundaries, just the two of them. That was a boundary of his she didn’t share.

Was he doomed to disappoint her, because of that difference? The past seemed to cast a shadow over their scene when he thought of that.

Would his fascination with her be diminished by possession?

There was only one way to find out.

Reid tugged on his gloves and returned to Miss Jones, running his hands over her head again. He’d noticed before how she’d liked the possessive gesture and she undulated now as he did it again, the very image of sensual abandon. Her lips parted and he rubbed the gloves over her mouth, smearing her lipstick and savoring how she purred with pleasure. Maybe he liked the blindfold as much as she did.

Maybe he didn’t want to see her eyes cloud when the game lost its luster.

Maybe he was too pessimistic. He chose to forget his doubts. “You have some very naughty ideas, Miss Jones.”

“Yes, sir. I think we should try them all.”

“Is the decision up to you, Miss Jones?” he demanded sternly.

“No, sir.”

He reached behind her and unclipped her wrists from the stool, urging her to her feet. “Remove the dress.” He kept his tone curt, hard, and noticed how readily she responded to it. She seemed to need to be commanded, to be used roughly, and he knew himself that contrasting discipline with tenderness was a heady mix.

They could have been made for each other, with their similar affections. Reid dared to believe that this time, a sexual exploration could work out differently.

If force of will could make anything come to be, his desire would ensure they had this.

Miss Jones unfastened the zipper of her dress herself and wriggled out of it with a movement of her shoulders that was beguiling. She let it fall to the floor, turning her back to him as she braced one hand on the table and elegantly stepped out of it. By the time she was done, Reid had put on a condom and returned with one of the lengths of cord.

Knowing it would give the impression of roughness because she couldn’t see his approach, he moved quickly and silently. He clipped her wrist shackles together in front of her, his urgency making her jump, then wrapped the cord around her waist before she could step back. He knotted it firmly around her body, letting it trap the fine chain beneath it, then tugged the knot around to rest against her spine.

“Hands on the back of your neck,” he commanded in the same hard tone, noting how she licked her lips before doing as instructed.

The knowledge that she was enjoying the game only heightened Reid’s response. He looped the rope through the d-rings on her wrist shackles, moving quickly and decisively, then bound it to the back of her waist. Her hands were secured behind her shoulders, her elbows high and out of his way. He gave it a hard tug before he knotted it, just to make her feel trapped. He wrapped the rope repeatedly around her waist and then up to her wrists, building up a sequence of loops and knotting each one. He wanted to make sure she felt completely captive.

He spun her around, letting her stumble a little when her heels caught on the carpet, then caught her head in his hands.

“You are my toy, Miss Jones,” he said in his deepest growl. “And I’m going to play with you tonight.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice slightly strained.

“You are forbidden to orgasm.”

A flush rose over her chest at that and her words trembled. “I’ll try, sir.”

“No, you will succeed, Miss Jones.”

She swallowed, the way her mouth trembled revealing her consternation. “And if I fail, sir?”

He leaned forward, letting his cock slide between her thighs. She was even the perfect height. Just tall enough in those heels to let him do this. Her mouth opened in surprise as he held her head, moving his hips so that his erection slid over the wet length of her. “What do you think will happen?”

“You’ll punish me, sir?”

“Nothing so easy, Miss Jones.” He let his hands slide down to her breasts, and worked her nipples slowly. “I’ll tear up our contract.”

“No, sir. Please, no, sir.”

“Then you’ll have to do as you’re commanded, Miss Jones.”

“Yes, sir.”

Her color was rising as he rubbed himself over her and she was becoming wetter by the second. Even with the condom on, he could feel how slick and engorged her labia were becoming. “How is that stimulant, Miss Jones?”

Her mouth worked for a moment before she answered. “Wicked, sir.”

Reid smiled. “How does it feel, exactly?”

“Like cinnamon, sir. Hot and sweet. Burning yet delicious.”

Reid gripped her waist then used the tip of his cock to drive that metal ball against her clitoris. She shook in his grip, so aroused and vulnerable that he didn’t know how he’d resist her. “How do you like your present?”