Dangerous (The Complete Erotic Romance Novel) (9 page)

“No, sir.” Kendra’s voice sounded high and breathless even to herself. He slid a finger inside her and she barely stifled a gasp of surprise.

“Ah, it’s in the contract.” His fingers moved over her clitoris again, his firm touch making her want to squirm. She couldn’t help but shudder. “Close your eyes, Miss Jones. You might find it easier.”

She did as he instructed and immediately felt better. She couldn’t surrender to the moment more readily and felt her body relax slightly. She was still incredibly excited, but the anxiety was fading.

“Same as a blindfold,” he murmured. “Some people are settled by the darkness.”

“Yes, sir. It appears I’m one of them.”

“I know. Tell me, Miss Jones, why was it exciting to have Leon tie you up? Was it the bonds? The location? The man himself?”

Kendra shook her head, sighing with delight as his fingers moved over her throbbing clitoris. He seemed to know exactly when to push and when to ease back. She was, literally, in the hands of a master. “The bonds,” she admitted. “But the location, too.”

“Why?”

“Something forbidden while everyone was around.”

“So it was better at lunchtime?”

She nodded.

“What if I’d done this to you at lunchtime today?”

The idea sent white heat through Kendra’s mind. “I would have come in an instant, sir.”

“No, you wouldn’t have.”

“I hadn’t signed the contract then.”

“I wouldn’t have done this before you had.”

“There’s a gag clause in it?”

He chuckled. “More than one, Miss Jones.” She opened her mouth to answer him, but he reached for her breast, one warm hand closing over it. His caress was gentle yet firm, as if he sensed exactly what she needed and was determined to give it to her. Kendra felt her mouth fall open and her legs move farther apart. The fingers of one hand eased inside her, stretching her wider, his thumb flicking across her clitoris so that she moaned. At the same time, he pinched her nipple between his other finger and thumb, sending a wave of pleasure through Kendra that made her melt. She let her head fall back, unable to stop her reaction to his touch.

And not really wanting to try.

She was his, just as he’d insisted, and her only hope was that he’d never ever let her go.

* * *

On the other side of town, a man settled into his rented room. He peeked out the blinds at the building opposite, noting that the lights were out in the apartment that most interested him. He turned on his laptop and synched the feed to the two tiny wireless cameras he’d installed earlier that day.

No one had paid any attention to him entering the building. He loved the cable company uniform he’d stolen a few years before. It was almost as useful as his lock picks.

The image streamed to his computer from the first camera and he smiled with satisfaction. Practice did make perfect. Even with the lights out in the apartment, he could see the outline of her bed. He’d angled the camera just right, so that when she was in the bed and spread her legs, he’d have a perfect view.

The other camera was hidden on the other side of the room, and it was fixed on the mirror over her dresser. He’d been intrigued by the selection of lingerie in both bedrooms, but it had been the handcuffs hidden beneath the bras in this room that had told him which of the two roommates was the one he had to watch.

He still didn’t know which was her name, but it was less important than knowing where she slept.

And being able to watch her whenever he wanted.

He checked the time, knew she should have been home by now, and guessed that her training had begun. Reid never disappointed in these things. He didn’t hesitate but got right in there once his decision was made. It was admirable.

All was going perfectly to plan.

The man transferred the picture he’d taken the night before of the woman looking out the window. He verified that it was the window of the bedroom with his cameras. He created an album for his images on his hard drive, using that image as a cover.

He labeled it
Next
.

* * *

A

In which Kendra learns the price of curiosity. . .

Chapter Four

Miss Jones was incredibly responsive.

Reid was mesmerized by her. None of this was new to him, but the fact it was new to her made it all fresh again. She flushed and gasped, was both surprised and aroused. Her reaction both drove him crazy and made him want desperately to ensure that she wasn’t disappointed. Despite the need to manage the situation with care, he thought he might come in his pants. He wished he was impulsive enough to throw caution to the winds and just take her, birth control be damned. Nothing would be as satisfying as burying himself inside her, nothing except spanking her pink before he drilled her hard. He wanted to put his mark upon her, to make sure she understood she had been claimed, and then he wanted to guarantee she would never find pleasure with another man again.

She liked forbidden secrets.

He already knew he’d make her fantasy of being bound like this in his office at lunchtime come true. It was, in fact, too bad he had to be in Asia the next week. He would have liked to have continued her training on Monday.

If not all weekend long. He forced himself to concentrate, to control his own desire to amplify her own. “So, the possibility of discovery is exciting.”

“Yes, sir.”

“By anyone in particular?”

A smile touched her lips. “Do you have any friends, sir?”

Reid inhaled sharply, surprised again. “Would you want to be taken by two men, Miss Jones?”

“I don’t know. I like the idea.” She shivered then, the shudder sliding through her body from head to toe. “Front and back maybe.”

It was a seductive possibility, even though Reid was not inclined to share. He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb again, watching how her back arched. She was beautiful. “Would you want to pick the men?”

“Maybe. Unless my master proves to have good taste in men.”

Reid smiled and pinched her nipple harder. “Who would you most want to discover you tied up in my office?”

She shook her head, her hair moving about her shoulders like fair silk. “No one. It’s the possibility that someone
could
that’s exciting.”

“Not anyone in particular?”

She shook her head again, then licked her lips, once more making him remember the sweet heat of that kiss.

“Do you have fantasies about anyone you know?”

“Not really. Not ones I’d act upon, sir.”

“That’s not the same thing, Miss Jones.”

She bit her lip, thinking, and he caressed her more vehemently. She wavered on her feet, and moaned as if trying to fight her response. Reid smiled and repeated the move, liking how she swayed in those heels and trembled. She was so wet, so close to orgasm. Somehow he had to prolong the moment.

“Who would you be most afraid to find you tied up in my office?”

She caught her breath, her cheeks staining pink. “Ethan,” she whispered.

Reid had to think past the irrational stab of jealousy. “The shipping clerk.”

She nodded.

“He strikes me as someone who could make it rough, as you’d like to try.”

“But he’s not someone I’d trust.”

“Why not?”

“I think he might lose control.”

“And someone could get hurt,” Reid mused.

“He’s not like you,” she whispered with such confidence that Reid smiled again.

“You don’t know me very well, Miss Jones.”

“Well enough. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”

Reid stood up with care, putting one hand on her hip as he urged her to take a step back. “Another step back, Miss Jones, and another.” He kept caressing her puss, using the tips of all of his fingers to drive her higher. She stepped backward at his guidance, cautious but obedient. “Trust me,” he whispered even though he didn’t have to. Still, he loved how she took a breath and visibly relaxed, doing just that. Her butt collided with the small conference table just then, and she gripped it with both hands. “I will guess that you cry out when you orgasm.”

Her smile was quick. “Oh, yes, sir. I can be very loud.” She moved one foot so he had better access and leaned back against the table, bracing her weight against it before she let her head drop back. Her mouth opened, the invitation he knew he was going to decline forever but that became harder to ignore with every passing moment.

She licked her lips, her tongue sliding slowly across her top lip. Reid leaned forward slightly, wanting, then caught her clitoris between his fingers. She moaned sweetly and he smiled. “I thought you were going to punish me, sir.”

“Isn’t this a kind of torment?”

“Oh, yes, but it’s wonderful, too.” This came on a sigh that nearly undid Reid.

He had to do something. He bent down and took her pert nipple in his mouth, grazing the tight peak with his teeth. She arched her back hard at that, shock making her vibrate in her bonds. “You are forbidden to come, Miss Jones,” he whispered, then continued his sensual assault.

She started to writhe before him. She tapped one foot, so desperate for release she was humming. Reid never let up. He pushed her higher and harder, feeling her response on his fingers and in the heat radiating from her skin. He took her almost to the cusp of release, waiting until one instant before she would climax whether she wanted to or not.

Then he stepped away.

She swayed so hard he thought she’d fall. Her eyes flew open and she stared at him, her face flushed crimson and her eyes glittering. “Okay, that was punishment,” she whispered.

Reid deliberately removed his belt, loving how her eyes widened in dismay. “And we’ve only just begun, Miss Jones.” He folded it in half as she watched, holding the buckle and the end in one hand. “I should tie you down,” he murmured. “I should bind you and gag you and make you truly helpless.” He ran a proprietary hand over her, pausing his caress to cup her breast and look into her eyes. “But instead, you’ll prove your commitment by holding the pose I give you.”

Her mouth fell open. “While you spank me?” Her voice was tremulous.

“While I do whatever I want to you.” He let her worry about it for a moment, then held up the belt. “Kiss it.” She did as he instructed, her eyes luminous and her mouth soft. “Beg for it.”

“Please discipline me, master.”

“How?”

“However you see fit, master.”

“For how long?”

“For as long as pleases you, master.”

“And why am I punishing you?”

“Because of the photographs, master. Because you caught me trying to steal them back.” She swallowed. “Because I wore these shoes today.”

“But most of all?”

“Because I’m your toy and you choose to punish me.”

“An excellent beginning. Turn around, Miss Jones. Cheek on the table, legs wide apart, ass is in the air.” He moved her hands to her sides, sliding them in her bonds so that they wouldn’t be struck. “Arch your back, Miss Jones. You’re inviting my punishment, remember.”

“Yes, sir.” She arched her back hard, the curve of her ass so gorgeous Reid had to run his hands over her.

“Silence, remember, Miss Jones,” he murmured. “You don’t want to be in more trouble.”

“No, sir.” There was delicious tension in her voice, a sense of expectation and excitement too. Reid was feeling the same way. He wondered if she would like being spanked as much as she liked the idea.

As she said, there was only one way to find out.

He smiled, then stepped back, raised the belt and spanked her right across the butt.

* * *

Kendra had never felt so incredible.

She was excited beyond anything she’d experienced before, both aching for release and desperate to have the torment of denial continue. Each time he stopped his sensory assault and began anew, she was pushed higher. When the release finally came, it might kill her.

Kendra couldn’t wait.

She closed her eyes when her cheek was pressed against the cool surface of the conference table. She loved being unable to see, even if it was by choice. That heightened her other senses, and made their interaction even hotter. She could still taste the leather of his belt and feel its smoothness against her lips. She could smell his cologne and wanted to hear his deep murmur in her ear forever. She arched her back, imagining how she looked, tantalized by the possibility of discovery, and moaned softly beneath her breath.