Dangerous (The Complete Erotic Romance Novel) (8 page)

She looked up at him. “Mayday.”

“So soon? I’m disappointed, Miss Jones.”

“I just have a question.” At his nod, she continued. “What if I want to say something?”

“You will speak when I allow it.” Reid was well aware that he’d already given her a lot of leeway on that.

“But. . .”

He stepped toward her, unable to resist her distress. She wasn’t used to being totally powerless and he understood that she needed this concession to continue. He was prepared to make it, because stopping this scene was already out of the question. “Bite your bottom lip on one side.” She did as she was told, her gaze rising to his. “Yes,” he said, tilting his head to admire. “That’s very attractive. Do that when you have a question.”

Her smile was quick and genuine, a surprising reward for such a small change to his plans.

He spoke more sternly then, ensuring that she didn’t think this was a negotiation. “Loop the rope around your neck so it hangs down the front, with the midpoint on your nape.”

She did as she was told.

Reid walked around her, assessing her outfit and knowing what he’d order for her instead. It was going to be a compromise on this night, but probably still a hot encounter. “You complained that the other knots weren’t tight.”

“They weren’t.”

“Tonight I’m going to show you how easily you can be bound completely helpless.”

She shuddered from head to toe then smiled at him. “Yes, sir. I can hardly wait, sir.”

He caught her chin between his finger and thumb and leaned close to whisper in her ear. “Even though you don’t know what I’m going to do when you’re powerless?”

She caught her breath, and her eyes shone. “That’s part of the adventure, sir. I only feel alive when I’m taking a risk.”

“Ah, so reading the contract would have spoiled the fun.”

“Exactly, sir.”

Reid smiled despite himself at her candor. He hoped like hell that she liked the reality of being bound helpless as much as the idea or it. He was already uncertain that he’d want to let Miss Jones go anytime soon.

* * *

Mr. Stirling passed the ends of the rope beneath Kendra’s arms so that the rope passed beside her breasts. He crossed them behind her back and gave the rope a little tug that sent a thrill through Kendra. Tight. It was going to be tight. She wasn’t going to be able to wiggle free.

And then what? How would he discipline her? Kendra couldn’t wait to find out.

He worked decisively but not quickly, a man who had done this before and did it right every time. Kendra already knew she was going to fall hard for him.

He stepped around her so the rope was at the front, wrapped around her waist. He gave it another tug, ensuring that it was taut against her skin. It was as if he was emphasizing to her that her bonds wouldn’t be loose. Kendra remembered his vow that he would touch and he would take, and was sure she wouldn’t be getting out of her bonds alone ever again.

Had she ever been so wet before?

The rope ends then wound over her thighs to her crotch. When he passed the rope between her legs and tugged it from behind her butt, Kendra was surprised that she already felt encased.

“This is a technique documented by John Willie,” he said as if he were describing a scheme for managing payables. “He called it the string tie or the G-string tie. I believe he was inspired by the bikini.”

“Should I know his name, sir?”

“No, but you might want to research his work.” He stood behind her, holding the rope ends below her butt. He wrapped each end of rope around one of her wrists. He made four or five coils around each wrist, like a wide spiral bracelet, and tightened them against her hips. He then brought the two ends of rope over her hips to the front again, exactly like the line of a bikini bottom. He moved her wrists, sliding them in their bonds, so that they were resting on either side of her butt, then knotted the rope over her belly. It was a strange feeling, because her wrists were bound to her hips, yet the rope seemed to tug her labia open. She felt both bound and displayed.

“Wriggle,” he invited.

Kendra twisted, expecting to be able to get free easily. It wasn’t the case, even though there was only one knot. She could slide her wrists a little bit in each direction but couldn’t get them free. She couldn’t raise her hands and couldn’t squirm out of the rope. Every move made the rope slide against her puss, creating a friction that was more than distracting. She caught her breath, knowing she was truly bound for the first time, and felt her skin heat.

It was scary and exciting.

Exactly the way she’d hoped.

When she looked at him, he smiled. His eyes were vivid blue again, his attention sharp. He walked around her and she preened, wanting him to admire her.

To take her.

She felt the heat of his body close behind her, the brush of his trousers against her butt. She closed her eyes and swallowed, wanting more than she ever had before. She wished he would grab her, feel her up, squeeze her breasts and bang her hard.

“More like what you had in mind?” Reid whispered, his breath warm against her nape. Kendra shivered then nodded, even as her heart skipped. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I wish you’d take me hard, right now.”

“How?”

“Grab me. Toss me over a chair. Kick my legs apart and drill me.”

He came to stand in front of her, seeming large and mysterious as he stood before her. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and Kendra inhaled each time his fingers brushed her skin. “So, my new toy has fantasies of rough sex.”

Kendra couldn’t even swallow, not when he was watching her so intently. She nodded.

“Ever explored them?”

She shook her head.

“The fantasy might be better than the reality, Miss Jones.”

“There’s only one way to know for sure, sir.”

His eyes glinted with a promise that made Kendra’s heart skip.

“Indeed.” He slowly took the ends of the rope up to her waist, knotted them together there, then wound the ends around her body to the back. He crossed them behind her, his move bringing her body closer to his. She knew it wasn’t an accident that he didn’t touch her, even though her skin was screaming for some contact.

A caress.

Or better yet, a kiss.

She bit the side of her mouth and though he looked, he only smiled.

He shook his head slightly, reminding her who was in control.

Not her. The reality was frightening and fabulous.

He brought the rope ends to the front again and gave them a little tug. Kendra stood straighter, knowing he couldn’t miss the way her nipples were tight and hard. His smile broadened as he repeated the move over and over again. Kendra felt him encasing her in a rope cage, felt her heart hammer with mingled fear and excitement, and forced herself to stand still. She was breathing more and more quickly, perspiring a little in her anxiety.

But she didn’t move.

She liked the admiration in his eyes too much to risk him calling a halt.

There had to be ten laps of rope around her waist when he was done, each row of rope nestled neatly against the next, the rope holding her elbows fast against her waist. When the rope was nearly gone, he knotted the ends together in the front, then tucked the ends into the coils. He stepped away, then turned to look. Kendra stood straight with her chin up, wanting his approval.

“Very nice,” he murmured and she felt a flood of warmth in response. He gave her a look that was obviously a command and Kendra struggled. She could barely move, so fought the bonds harder, with no success. Panic rose in her chest, a heat that combined with excitement. She looked up to find him smiling and knew he understood exactly what she was feeling.

Powerless.

Because he’d made her so.

It was perfect.

“Walk across the room, Miss Jones.”

Kendra felt her breath hitch as she walked. What was his plan, exactly? It had been a great flourish to just sign the contract, but maybe she should have read it first. She reached the far side of the office and turned, only to be blinded by a camera flash.

“We might as well build our own portfolio,” he said calmly. “But ours will be digital, and we’ll keep it online in a secured database.”

“But. . .”

He gave her a hard look. “Are you questioning me, Miss Jones?”

“No, sir.”

“That’s unfortunate. I think I’m going to like disciplining you.”

Kendra wasn’t sure what to think of that. Should she be bad or good?

He seemed to guess her confusion. “You needn’t worry about it, Miss Jones.” His tone was gentle but resolute. “You can be punished whether you are good or bad. Sometimes you will be punished simply because I can’t resist the opportunity to do so. It’s not up to you. You’re not in control. This is the first thing you have to learn.” Kendra nodded understanding, feeling oddly relieved by his words. He continued, speaking gently. “Read the contract, Miss Jones.”

Oh, she would, but first things first. “Mayday, sir.”

He met her gaze, waiting.

“I’d rather there were no pictures, sir.”

“A boundary, or a lesson learned?”

Kendra smiled. “I like to make new mistakes, sir.”

“Are you calling our first meeting a mistake or our contract?”

“A stroke of luck, sir. I can’t count on being so lucky again.”

Again, she seemed to have surprised him. After a heartbeat, he inclined his head. “I’ll add that to our addendum.” His easy concession pleased Kendra, convincing her that he really would take care of her. “Now, come here, Miss Jones.”

Kendra walked toward him obediently. She noticed how he looked at her, how his gaze slid over her legs and her breasts. His erection was visible in his trousers, and she saw again that she had some power in this transaction.

It was an exchange and a good one.

It might even prove to be an addictive one.

She stopped right in front of him and licked her lips slowly, noting how avidly he watched her. This wasn’t just about sex, no matter what he told her. He was interested in her. He was attracted to her. She wondered if she could ever be more than a toy to him, and how she would go about achieving that.

His gaze locked with hers then, as if he’d caught her straying outside the bounds of their agreement, even in her imagination. Awareness sizzled between them, and Kendra was sure he would kiss her. She leaned closer, but he stopped her with a fingertip on the tip of her nose.

“Kisses are for romantic relationships, Miss Jones. We have an arrangement in which romance and emotion play no roles.”

“I disagree, sir,” she dared to say.

“You are an instrument and no more,” he whispered, his voice so soft that Kendra didn’t believe him. “Don’t tease yourself that it’s otherwise.”

“But. . .”

“Silence, Miss Jones. I’m not yet ready to gag you.”

Kendra closed her mouth abruptly at the implied promise in that.

She swallowed as he reached to remove the clips from her hair. He took them out, one at a time, once again working methodically and easily. When her hair fell loose over her shoulders, he speared his fingers through it and lifted his hands, letting her hair run through his fingers. He did that again, but locked his hands around her head. His grip was possessive and made her feel wonderfully captive.

“Part your lips,” he commanded. “Your mouth must always be available.”

Kendra parted her lips, again hoping to tempt him to kiss her.

He smiled a little, but his gaze was resolute. “You will never again sit with your knees pressed together.”

“Because that must be available to you, too?”

He smiled. “Yes, Miss Jones. You are mine.” His smile faded. “And you have signed an agreement that you will never keep yourself from me.”

“Mr. Stirling’s toy.”

“Exactly, even if you are an impertinent one.”

Kendra said nothing.

“Fortunately for you, I find your comments entertaining. Provocative, even. I am prepared to let you speak sometimes at will, Miss Jones.”

“Thank you, sir.”

He leaned on the desk, his long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. “Straddle my legs, Miss Jones. It’s a good way to teach you to keep your thighs apart.” Kendra did as she was told. He beckoned to her with a finger, a wicked smile on his lips. She stepped forward, then again, her heart pounding when he motioned for her to stop. She was standing over him and before him, bound, his thighs between her own and the fine wool of his trousers brushing the inside of her thighs. She could feel the heat of his body and the answering simmer in her own.

He reached out with one hand and slid his fingers along one rope, easing his fingertips into her wet puss. The touch of his fingers on her clitoris was electrifying, but Kendra didn’t dare move.

She couldn’t help but gasp.

“Tell me about your fantasies, Miss Jones,” he invited, then began to caress her with deliberate strokes. His fingers were between her labia, his touch setting her on fire, and she could see from his expression that he intended to be leisurely about this. “Did I mention that you’re forbidden to climax without permission?”