Dangerous (The Complete Erotic Romance Novel) (39 page)

Then suddenly, Rex came with a muffled cry. There was jizz in her mouth and on her chin, and his fingers moved over her head in a caress.

“Miss Jones?” Reid demanded and she knew the rest of his question. She debated the merit of guessing incorrectly, but knew he wouldn’t be fooled.

“That was Rex, sir.”

“One for the lady,” Rex said, amusement in his tone.

Kendra heard the water running in the small bathroom, then a man’s fingertip slid down the back of her head. “An empty victory,” Reid said quietly. “I think you enjoyed that too much, Miss Jones.” She shivered at the threat in his voice. “I’m going to have to punish you before the game continues.”

“Yes, sir.”

She was lifted on the table again and a leatherclad finger eased across her wet puss. She shuddered involuntarily, because Reid’s caress was so confident and sure. He rubbed the leather against her clitoris, his touch making her moan.

“Are you allowed to come, Miss Jones?” he whispered in her ear.

“No, sir.” Even as she admitted as much, Kendra feared she wasn’t going to be able to hold back. After being brought to a simmer in the restaurant and teased her, after yearning for Reid for two days and that chain driving her crazy, after that unguent being put on her puss, she doubted she could hold back.

She tried.

“And what will happen if you do, Miss Jones?” His voice was low and soft, dangerous. He knew she was close, and he wasn’t cutting her any slack.

“You’ll punish me, sir,” Kendra said, her voice breathless. The heat was rising beneath her skin, sliding over her body, the tumult growing inside her. He caught her clitoris between two fingers, pressing it gently between them, making her moan from the depths of her soul.

“I’ll punish you anyway, Miss Jones.”

“Yes, sir. Of course, sir.” That he kept talking to her, kept requiring an answer from her, increased the conflict within her. She was keenly aware of her body following its own impulse and her need to stop it, to obey. “You’ll punish me more, sir.”

“Indeed, I will, Miss Jones. A slave must learn that such choices are not hers to make.”

He pinched her clitoris between his finger and thumb, his touch making her gasp. “Yes, sir,” was all she could manage.

“Struggle in your bonds, Miss Jones,” he whispered in her ear. “Prove your captivity.”

Kendra struggled. She thrashed as wildly as she could, but she remained in exactly the same pose. She couldn’t make a difference to her situation. She was completely captive. One of his fingers slid inside her, then another, his thumb landing on her engorged clitoris.

“Helpless, Miss Jones?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Exactly,” he murmured, then kissed the corner of her mouth. It was just the most fleeting touch of his lips against hers, an almost-kiss that made her want more. Kendra turned her face toward his, hoping, and he drove his thumb hard against her clitoris.

She came with a roar, unable to stop the tide once it started. She came for hours, it seemed, her orgasm going on and on, as he massaged her clitoris. His caress was relentless, as if he wanted to make sure she disobeyed, and she dared to hope that he wanted to discipline her. She was left gasping and hot, shivering in her bonds.

“How very naughty she is,” Rex said softly.

“Oh, yes,” Reid agreed. “Miss Jones is very very bad.”

Kendra shivered and swallowed, surprised to find herself already tingling in anticipation of whatever they would do next.

* * *

Kendra was tipped to her back, the knots untied with dizzying speed. She was spun and rolled as the rope was unfurled, then lifted quickly to her feet. She staggered a little, still reeling from her orgasm, then caught the edge of the table with her fingertips to steady herself.

The hood was removed abruptly, leaving her blinking at the brightness of the light.

Reid stood before her, his expression grim. He was still fully dressed. His hands were gloved and his fingers flexed as he tightened one hand into a fist and then released it. “Wash out your gift, please, Miss Jones,” he said sternly, offering her the hood. Rex’s jizz shone on one side of it. “Fix your hair and put on your gag.” He looked unpredictable, and sexier than ever.

“Yes, sir.” Kendra hurried to do as instructed.

Rex came out of the bathroom, then, and smiled at her. He was naked, and his body was perfectly toned. He caught her around the waist and backed her into the wall. He stared into her eyes before he kissed her again, a sweet hot kiss that only made Kendra wish it was Reid. “Thank you, Miss Jones,” he said with a wink.

“You’re welcome, sir.”

That made him smile. Kendra got the comb from her purse and tidied her hair, then put on the gag, ensuring it was tightly fastened. She returned to the office to find Reid pacing with impatience. Rex had dressed again although his shirt was open. He was lounging in one of the chairs, as relaxed as Reid was agitated.

Kendra retrieved all the various bonds and set them out in front of Reid in a display of possibilities. Then she dropped to her knees before him and bowed her head in submission.

“Very nice,” Rex said. “Shall I do the honors?”

“If you will.”

Kendra sensed movement, and knew Reid had tossed something to Rex. She felt fingertips on his shoulder and glanced up as Rex beckoned to her. Kendra stood and he spun her around, crossing her arms behind her back. She felt the wide plastic cable tie lock one wrist to the opposite elbow, then draw tighter so her forearms were secured against each other.

He used another one to bind her other wrist to her other elbow.

Kendra felt her breath hitch. She was facing Reid and dared to look at him. He was leaning in the corner, watching her, his expression inscrutable, as Rex tied her up.

Her forearms were sealed together, one cable tie at a time, each increment of skin bound by the heavy plastic. The process was excruciatingly slow. Kendra had the sense that Rex was deliberately taking his time, making sure she was keenly aware of her captivity. He made her test the bonds repeatedly, periodically tightening one, always sliding a finger beneath the plastic to make sure that her circulation wasn’t impeded.

When he was done, at least a dozen cable ties sealed her arms together behind her back. He spun her around then and caressed her nipples, holding her gaze as he rolled the peaks between his gloved fingers and thumbs. Kendra wished she’d been blindfolded, because then she could have pretended it was Reid doing this to her.

Reid left the corner of the room and came to Rex’s side, offering something on the palm of his glove that shone silver.

“Perfect,” Rex said with approval. He cupped one breast, pinched her nipple and closed the clamp over the tight peak. Kendra caught her breath, her gaze flying to Reid’s.

He watched her, saying nothing, then handed the other clamp to Rex.

Rex moved behind her, drawing her back against his chest. His arms encircled her as he held her other breast in his hand and applied the clamp. He held her breasts then, one in each hand, flicking his thumb against the edge of the nipple clamps. Kendra tried to stay still but failed. She squirmed, which made him chuckle, and tried to stifle her moan of anguish.

“Are you going to let her come tonight?” Rex asked.

Reid shrugged. “It depends. That is the worst punishment for Miss Jones. I might have to use it tonight.”

What had she done? Kendra stared at Reid but he flicked a finger. “Across the room and back, Miss Jones,” he instructed. “Show us your grace.”

“How did you find her?” Rex asked.

“Synchronicity,” Reid replied. “She came with the company.”

Kendra did as instructed, walking to the door of Reid’s office and back. She walked with care, even though she wasn’t sure whether Reid was watching her or not. She felt bound and captive, excited and desperate for relief. The door was open to the general office area she shared with Ginger and Marianne. It was filled with shadows. She could see the door open to the factory floor, that space dark and silent.

What if someone was out there?

She thought she heard a footstep and told herself it was her imagination.

She wouldn’t have put it past Reid to have taped a footstep or something, just to play with her fantasies about naughty secrets being discovered.

She wished she wasn’t gagged, because she would have risked being found impertinent to suggest that he bind her ankles and toss her in the trunk of his car, as he’d threatened before. She wanted to be alone with him, in a more private place than the office, and to have his undivided attention.

She wanted to try that safe room.

She had to earn a slave’s collar.

She pivoted only to find the men behind Reid’s desk. Reid was taking photographs out of a file folder, and Kendra was pretty sure she knew what pictures they were.

Rex smiled as he considered one. “These bonds aren’t knotted properly.”

“No, that was Miss Jones’ first confession. She would have preferred them to be tied tight.”

“Like now?” Rex asked her and Kendra nodded. “Squirm,” he commanded, his voice harder. Kendra did as she was told, but couldn’t move very much at all. She was aware of Reid watching her coolly. “Those ankles need to be bound.”

“Not yet.” Reid made a little spinning gesture with his finger and Kendra walked back to the office door, fighting her urge to be disobedient. What if she made a run for it? Would he come after her? Would he take her then?

Maybe he would toss her in the trunk of his car.

Kendra was debating the merit of doing just that when she reached the door. This time, there was no mistaking the sound of a footstep. She froze and peered into the darkness just as Ethan stepped through the doorway to the factory floor.

Ethan!

He stared at her, clearly shocked, and she stared back, just as shocked. His gaze swept over her, his expression turning incredulous. She was half-naked, gagged and bound in the boss’s office. Even without seeing Reid, Ethan had to know that she wasn’t alone. A furious blush started from her nipples and spread over her skin, and her feet seemed to take root. She shook her head, not wanting him to say anything, not wanting him to be there.

“What’s wrong, Miss Jones?” Reid demanded.

Ethan’s eyes flashed, then he spun away. He ran through the factory, making no secret of his presence, his feet pounding on the concrete. The back door slammed and a car engine could be heard in the back lot.

“Who was that?” Rex asked, his hand landing on Kendra’s shoulder.

“Kendra’s knight in shining armor,” Reid said wryly. He was looking out the edge of the blinds. Kendra couldn’t see the vehicle pass by, but she heard it.

A truck.

Ethan had an old Cherokee.

This was the worst possible thing to have happened. She stared at Reid as he dropped the blind back into place. “Bend over, Miss Jones. I want to make sure you have a hard time sitting down tomorrow.”

Rex patted her shoulder. “No pleasure for you tonight, Miss Jones,” he said, a hint of sympathy in his tone.

And there wasn’t any mercy, as both men took turns with Reid’s belt and guaranteed that Kendra was spanked pink.

It wasn’t enough. She was humming and aching for precisely what Reid refused to give her.

It was a test, and she wasn’t going to fail.

* * *

That Ethan had witnessed Miss Jones bound as a sex slave was either an unnecessary complication or a gift.

Reid couldn’t decide.

That didn’t improve his mood. It wasn’t like him to be indecisive, to see both sides of an issue and waffle over the best choice.

He supposed he should use the incident as an excuse to give Miss Jones away to the shipping clerk who clearly admired her. That would maybe explore another of her fantasies.

The idea agitated him. He wasn’t ready to lose Miss Jones, much less to give her away.

He spanked her until he was exhausted, then had Rex spank her some more. Her butt was so pink it was almost radiant, but what he really wanted was the riding crop. He let Rex take her up the ass, just because she needed to have her subservient role emphasized. Beyond ensuring that the other man use lots of lubricant, Reid couldn’t bring himself to watch.

He also couldn’t bring himself to express any of the tenderness he was feeling for her. Miss Jones had been strong and resilient, she’d tried hard to satisfy his desires. She deserved a reward. A caress. An orgasm.

A kiss.

Reid wanted to give her all of that and more. He feared that a single touch could cascade into more than he knew was smart to give.

He let Rex caress her.

He let Rex kiss her.

He did not let Rex give her an orgasm.

Kendra would have to wait for that.

She dressed at his command, and walked to the back door of the factory between the two of them. He felt her glance his way repeatedly, but for once she kept her silence.

“I gave Vinnie the night off,” he told her unnecessarily. She simply nodded.