Dangerous (The Complete Erotic Romance Novel) (31 page)

Yet still invigorated, wanting more and more.

Miss Jones was like a disease, an infection that claiming his mind and his body. He had to have his fill of her and release her hold over him.

She had to be punished for being such a distraction and a temptation.

Reid knew exactly how he’d begin.

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Chapter Twelve

There was nothing like the prospect of disciplining Miss Jones to energize Reid. He was on his feet as soon as he had the idea, moving so quickly that she seemed dazed. He unbound her quickly, casting the ropes aside, then rolling her quickly to her stomach. He straddled her and untied the fabric around her wrists, using it to bind each wrist to the opposite elbow. He pivoted and tied her ankles together with the fabric, then seized one of the pillows on the bed. He dumped the pillow out of the case, then tugged the pillow case over her head.

“A kidnapping victim,” he whispered to her. He gave her time to shiver, then got the tape. He taped the pillow case over her eyes, then folded the lower end back over her head so her breathing wasn’t obscured. Her cheeks were bright pink.

“I can take you anywhere I want,” he told her, then tossed her over his shoulder and left the room.

On the way, he grabbed the leather paddle.

She struggled, as she doubtless thought she should, but Reid easily held her captive. He tossed her on the couch in the living room so she was on her belly, then spanked her backside with as much vigor as he had spanked her front. By the time she was the same shade of pink all over, he was aroused all over again. He rolled her over, then ran a proprietary hand over her breasts.

“You’re all mine,” he whispered. “There’s no escape.”

She shivered from head to toe, apparently ecstatic.

“I get three more orgasms before you get one,” he warned her, then unbound her ankles. He was deep inside her in a heartbeat, holding her ankles in his hands and her feet over his shoulders. He held her up so that her shoulders were on the couch and she swung before him, trying to pump even as he claimed her. She had gorgeous feet, delicate and feminine, her arches high and her toes slender. She’d painted her toenails and he bit the bottom of her foot, liking how she jumped at the touch.

She was ticklish. Reid tormented her on purpose, his hands locked around her ankles. His nips made her jump and twitch, plus make the most enticing moans.

He came quickly, having always liked that position and really liking her sensitivity.

She might just kill him. He stared down at her, and still wanted more. He tugged off the hood and his gloves, casting them aside. While he was catching his breath, he bound her ankles together again, sticking to the game, then leaned over her to remove her gag and blindfold.

She was panting, her hair mussed. Her eyes shone with an echo of his own enthusiasm and the sight made his chest clench tightly.

He’d thought she’d say Mayday, but not Miss Jones.

“That was great,” she whispered, but he held up a commanding finger. “How big is the trunk of your car?”

“Silence! Or I’ll leave you forever.”

He didn’t mean it, couldn’t have meant it, but she clamped her mouth shut with the most adorable determination. He slung her over his shoulder again, and carried her into the bathroom, leaving her on the rug on the floor. He’d showered at the hotel looking down on her bound like that before, and he’d liked the view a lot. He pulled the belt out of a chenille bathrobe on the back of the door, and bound her ankles to her forearms so that she was in a kneeling posture, but on her side, her butt toward the shower.

“Helpless,” she whispered, then wriggled with real pleasure.

“Not quite,” he corrected, and brushed a fingertip over her mouth. She ran her tongue over his fingertip, her expression provocative, then touched her teeth to his hand. She looked playful and enticing, particularly since she was bound, and he knew she couldn’t be faking her pleasure. He let her play with his fingertip, watching her as his desire built all over again.

When he would have stepped away, she bit the side of her lip, just as he’d taught her. “A whisper,” he instructed.

“I think you should gag me, master,” she said so softly that he had to lean closer to hear. “I don’t want to make a noise.”

“Then don’t,” he said, before turning to start the shower. “I want you to do what you’re told.” The shower was in a tub, as in so many apartments, but the tub was bigger than many, and the stall had sliding doors instead of a shower curtain. He started the water, made it hot, and then retrieved his prize.

He carried her into the shower, placing his back to the stream of water and setting her on her knees before him. “No gag because I have plans for that mouth,” he murmured and she smiled with genuine pleasure.

Then her mouth closed over his throbbing cock, her eyes closed and Miss Jones began to work her magic on Reid all over again.

* * *

Reid posed Kendra for the third time in the kitchen, on the counter, binding her wrists to her ankles and both to her waist. She was humming with need all over again, her puss dripping. He blindfolded her, knotting the fabric tightly over her eyes, and she felt that strange sense of relief flood through her again.

She was out of control.

He was going to take her three times before she was allowed to come.

There was nothing she could do about it.

She jumped when she felt something cool against her mouth. He fed her grapes, cold from the fridge, and Kendra was sure that grapes had never tasted so heavenly before. His fingertip landed over her mouth after each grape, though, so she knew she was supposed to stay silent.

She was bound on her own kitchen counter, being fed grapes. Kendra loved it. She tried to chew slowly and eat delicately, knowing that he was watching her. His finger began to move across her mouth each time, pressing against her lips with a firmness that made Kendra yearn for what he denied her. She bit the side of her lip, hoping for a kiss, but wasn’t really surprised when he ignored her signal.

She felt him move away.

She strained her ears, trying to guess what he was doing, and was suddenly fed another grape. She smiled and bit into it as slowly as she could.

She yelped when he lifted her off the counter, his hands on her butt, and drove himself inside her. He was wearing a cock ring with a knob on it, a soft knob that drove right against her clitoris and nearly sent her to the moon.

“Silence, Miss Jones,” he murmured in her ear. “Prove that you can be trained.”

She nodded, her breath already coming quickly. She reminded herself that if she wanted the collar, she had to earn it.

Reid deliberately made sure she would have a hard time keeping quiet. He tormented her with pleasure. It couldn’t have been an accident he pressed against her clitoris so heavily, that he stroked her and tickled her, that he slid his fingertips over her skin then pinched one of her welts. He dragged the chain over her puss slowly, making her shiver with need. He was denying her to show his power, and as much as she was willing to cede his control, she wanted more.

She bit her lip and fought her urge to cry out. She felt her skin heat and knew she had started to tremble. Reid moved with agonizing slowness, pushing himself as well as his partner.

“Miss Jones, you seem to be aroused.”

“Yes, master. Oh, yes, master.”

He chuckled, then drove into her hard, grinding the knob on the cock ring against her.

“Faster,” she dared to murmur. “Harder.”

He did as she asked, banging her hard, driving that knob against her so that she felt dizzy with need. Kendra shuddered and shook, and couldn’t bite back a little whimper.

The sound seemed to send him right over the edge. He came fast and hard, driving burying himself inside her before he came with a shuddering gasp.

That was three times. Excitement bubbled through Kendra, amplifying her desire.

Reid untied her, but not for long. Her arms were immediately bound behind her back again, but with the heavy rope from the bedroom. He stood her on her feet, then trapped her against the counter with his hips, running his hands over her and kissing her nipples. Kendra bit her lip but he ignored her.

“Too bad you don’t want photographs,” he murmured as he admired her.

“You’re merciless,” she whispered.

He laughed and it was a dark sound. “Isn’t that the point of your fantasy? Come on and dress up for me. Maybe you can tempt me to give you what you want.”

Kendra was ready to try.

He removed her blindfold, then escorted her to the bedroom. She chose the lipstick red heels that he’d admired before. He helped her to put them on, then took her back to the bathroom. He chose the right lipstick from the cabinet, confirmed it with a glance, then backed her into the wall. He crushed her there with his body, then applied the lipstick slowly. Kendra parted her lips and held his gaze, hoping to tempt that kiss out of him. He smiled, then caught her chin in his hand and kissed her ear.

Seductively. Slowly. Well aware of what that tongue was doing to her.

Kendra moaned softly.

Reid marched her back to the kitchen and stood her before the kitchen table. He tied her ankles to the table legs, leaving her arms bound behind her back.

“I get to come this time, right?” Kendra asked when he turned to leave the room. She was humming with need, but Reid only smiled. He scooped up a tea towel and gagged her so quickly and effectively that she squeaked in surprise. Hadn’t he just fixed her lipstick?

“Nice sound,” he said. “Make it again.”

Kendra did as she was told.

“This is what happens when you’re disobedient, little captive.” His voice was low and growly, rough enough to make her shiver in anticipation. He smiled at her, probably reading her naughty thoughts, and left the kitchen.

Kendra couldn’t see where he’d gone, much less what he was doing. He seemed to be taking a while. When he returned, he was wearing his jeans again. He was also carrying a box which he set on the table in front of her.

“Aren’t you going to open it?” he asked with feigned astonishment. She squeaked again, then struggled against her bonds. “Oh, all tied up for the moment,” he said easily, winking at her so suddenly that she wanted to laugh. He opened the box with a flourish, revealing a very wicked black leather corset nestled in the tissue. It had stainless grommets down the back and a heavy cord lacing. Kendra stared at it, amazed that a garment could look so sexy and so menacing at the same time.

This must be what he’d ordered at the fitter.

He was going to put it on her.

Would he ever take it off?

He left her there to think about it, then returned with the leather shackles she’d already worn twice. He fitted the pair around her wrists and she watched him as he focused on his task. He flicked a sudden glance her way and smiled. “Have to be sure you don’t have a chance to escape, don’t I?”

Kendra nodded, her mouth going dry.

She should have expected that he’d untie her wrists and immediately clasp the shackles to each other. She was standing then, ankles tied to legs of the table, arms secured behind her back. He glanced around the kitchen with consideration in his eyes. “You need a ceiling hook in here, a good sturdy one.”

Kendra nodded, knowing there wasn’t one.

“Fortunately, a good kidnapper can improvise.” He left the room again. When he returned, he had the spreader bar and one of the lengths of rope. He put on the ankle shackles, tugging them tightly, then locked them to the spreader bar before untying her ankles. He cast the coil of rope over her shoulder, then lifted her bodily across the apartment, setting her down before her bedroom door.

Again he cast her a mischievous smile. He uncoiled the rope, secured her wrists together in front of herself, and then knotted one end of the rope to them. The rope went over the top of the door before Kendra could think of moving away, then was shoved beneath the bottom of it. He tugged it so that her wrists were pulled high and she was standing on her toes. The rope was knotted to one ankle shackle, then taken back up the other side of the door and over the top again. It was looped through the wrist shackles, then back down the other side. When he shoved it under the door, he unfastened the spreader bar and bound her other ankle to the door. The rope then went around the back of the door horizontally, securing her first ankle from the other side and keeping her legs wide apart.

He straightened, looking proud of himself, and tossed the spreader bar onto her bed in a triumphant gesture. It was true that he didn’t need it anymore. Kendra was stretched tight and bound to the door with her legs open. The pose was new and unexpected, the kind of thing he could do to her anywhere.

Even the office.

Reid ran his hand over her ass, squeezed the welts he’d made the day before, and Kendra struggled.

“You look gorgeous,” he said huskily, then kissed her shoulder quickly. Kendra melted at the softness of his tone but he was gone again.

A moment later, he was back with the corset. He slid it between her body and the door, then tugged it so that the grommets were at the back. He began to lace it up, pulling it so tightly around her waist that she caught her breath.