Heat (Parker Reed Book 1) (19 page)

Sweat coated my skin as the hard object impaled my lower body. Just enough to leave me panting and writhing for more.

“Come or I’ll slap your beautiful pussy until you do.”

The need to have the release was so strong, tears filled my eyes. My muscles tightened, my core contracting until a powerful wave crashed into me. It was so strong, my breath caught.

Parker pulled the crop out of me and drove his cock into me so hard, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. He unlocked the ball gag, removing it from my mouth and replaced it with two of his fingers. “Scream,” he demanded, ripping the scarf off my eyes.

And I did. Over and over until all I could hear was him fucking me. The sounds of our bodies moving as one. Slick with sweat. Hot with need. His grunts of possessive passion filled my ears.

His teeth bit into my neck, his hands wrapped around my wrists, pinning me to the bed although I was already bound.

My body felt light and heavy. For a moment I thought I was looking down on myself. Having an out of body experience as Parker powered into me with so much force, spots danced in my vision.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

His words flowed around me, jumbling together. I couldn’t focus. The only thing I felt was him deep inside of me. My body. My mind. My soul. Powerless to his touch. Submitting to his dominant wrath.

The walls that I had spent years at building crumbled one by one around us as my name left his lips on a yell.

The euphoria, the tingle of another release burned inside of me and exploded into mind-blowing bliss. I screamed so hard, my voice went raw.

He grunted with satisfaction and undid the bindings that had helped me give him my all. But I hadn’t fully yet, had I? So many secrets lay dormant in me.

“Open your mouth, beautiful one,” he whispered in my ear.

I did as he said and sighed when something sweet was placed on my tongue. I swallowed the tiny morsel. Chocolate. Yum.

Parker brushed the sweaty strands of hair off of my forehead.

My eyes grew heavy and the only thing I could think about while he held me, was would he still want me after he found out everything?

“Yeah. She’s still sleeping. No, she didn’t actually. I was surprised.” Parker laughed softly. “I think I do, my man. Alright. I’ll send the jet back for you. After the shit with Devin last night, I need to get her out of here. Yes. She hit subspace fast. Nope. No drop. Me? No. I was fine.”

My eyes slowly opened, landing on the glass that sat on top of the end table. I didn’t drop it. A small smile spread on my face.

Lifting my head, I squinted at the early morning sun that peeked through the drawn shades.

“She’s up. Let you know when we get home.”

I rose from the bed, my muscles twitching with the movement. “Who was that?”

“Aidan. He was checking up on you, making sure that you’re okay.”

I stifled a yawn. “That was nice of him.”

Parker sat in a black leather chair in the corner of the room, watching me. Testing to find out my reaction from the night before? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t regret any of it. I woke up refreshed. Whole. Like a brand new woman. Comfortable.

My knees were shaky with each step, remnants from our multiple orgasms sticky between my thighs. But it felt…normal.

Walking to the large floor to ceiling window, I opened the curtains, making sure to shield my nakedness from the onlookers outside. But no one was around. “When do we leave?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

“Whenever you’re ready, pet.”

The view was breathtaking. Dawn glowed over the expanse of the city, kissing the rooftops. It was my favorite time of the day. As much as I wasn’t a morning person, I loved being up before everyone else was.

“Come here.”

My stomach flipped at the firm demand and I closed the distance between us.

He pulled me onto his lap, curling me against him and kissed me fully on the mouth. “How do you feel?” he asked, brushing a hand down my cheek.

“Refreshed. Relaxed.” I smiled. “Whole.”

“Good.” He handed me a bottle of water. “Drink.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I downed the cool liquid, easing my parched throat. “How long have you been into…” I waved a hand around the room. “This?”

Parker took the empty bottle from me before he replied. “Since I met Aidan several years ago. He introduced me to the lifestyle. I was always in the need for control but BDSM helped me appease that craving.”

Pushing my fingers into the open collar of his white dress shirt, I rubbed my thumb over his pierced nipple.

He shivered, his cock twitching beneath me, but the arm that was around me only tightened.

“Have you had many…subs?” I asked tentatively not sure if I really wanted to know the answer or not.

“Yes, but not in the way you think. You are the first one I’ve fucked.”

My eyes widened. “Really?”

“I’ve had many women before, Keely, but not any that I’ve wanted to introduce to the lifestyle. Although I’m not ashamed of the kink I’m into, I try to keep this part of my life separate from my professional one.”

I sat up. “So why me? How do you know that you can trust me and that I won’t destroy you?”

“Because when you sat down in my office chair that first day and I looked into your eyes, I could see a part of you that needed my help. I know now that you were a broken woman. Destroyed by the one person you thought you could trust. A man you once loved. Maybe some deep part of you still loves him. As much as I wouldn’t like it, I get it. He was your first everything but I’m your now. I’m your tomorrow.” He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed my palm. “I’ll break those walls and help you build new ones around us both. You let me in? And I will never let you fall alone.”

A lump formed in my throat. “Why would you want someone as broken as me?”

“Maybe because a part of me is broken just the same. I didn’t have a shitty childhood. In fact, I was probably spoiled. I wasn’t abused. I didn’t have a daddy complex. But I hung around with shitty people and made horrible choices. I’ve seen and done things that…”

I met his gaze and waited, silently encouraging him to continue.

“It doesn’t matter.” He kissed my shoulder, his lips lingering. “I want to help you. I want to help us. I will remove the nightmares from your mind and replace them with dreams of only me.”

“You’ve said that before, Parker. You can’t control what Devin does or says. He will be back. Last night he was only fucking with me. With us. He does that.” I curled my arms around my middle, scrubbing a hand down my face. “He likes to play mind fucks. It’s who he is.”

Parker sat back and scratched his jaw. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes. Clearly. Or else I wouldn’t let you do the things you do to me.” I turned in his arms and straddled his lap.

“Then trust that I will protect you from him.” He cupped my ass, holding me tight against him. “I’ll keep you safe, Keely.”

A lump formed in my throat. I wanted to believe him. I really did. Even if Devin didn’t want me and was bored with me, he wouldn’t want any other man to have me either. It was the sadistic mindset that he had. He was obsessed with the need to control me. Possessed by the mere thought of me bending to his every whim. Again.

Pain seared through my chest over what he could do to me after me putting him in jail. I couldn’t imagine he was very happy about that. Fear prickled my skin, sending goose bumps all over my body.

“I’m proud of you,” Parker said gently, interrupting my thoughts.

“For what?” I asked, fiddling with his collar.

“For not dropping the cup.”

“Oh. I didn’t want to,” I said softly.

A slight smirk tugged at his lips. He pushed me to my feet and held my hand, guiding me to the large bathroom. “Let me distract you.” He stared intently into my eyes, silently asking me permission.

“Please,” I heard myself say.

He placed a soft kiss on my lips before taking a step back. “Undress me, pet.”

With shaky fingers, I undid the buttons one by one, pushing the thin material off his strong shoulders. My hands brushed over his hard biceps and back up, down his chest to the eight pack that twitched under my touch.

I licked my lips, my gaze roaming over his hard body. He was sex. Pure. Raw. Mind-blowing sex. And God if he wasn’t delicious.

“Kneel.”

My stomach did a flip at the firm command and I did as he said. I reached up to undo his belt before he stopped me.

He tilted my chin, sliding his hand to the back of my neck. “You look beautiful at my feet.” He released me, allowing me to undo his belt buckle and zipper.

I pulled his pants down to his ankles, revealing the beautiful sight of his hard erection.

Parker wrapped a hand around the base, brushing the tip over my mouth. The sweet salty scent invaded my nostrils, sending a need coursing through me.

“Look at me. I want to watch your eyes as I fuck your mouth.”

He was huge and I had no idea how it would fit down my throat but I gave it my all. Licking up the length of him before closing my lips over the tip, I waited for him to guide me.

Our eyes remained locked and he smirked, grabbing a fistful of my hair. His hips sped up, pumping his cock between my lips until they tingled.

It reached the back of my throat, past that barrier of comfort and brought tears to my eyes. But the grunts of passion that filled the room encouraged me to continue and suck harder.

“Fuck, Keely.” His hold on my hair tightened.

I could feel some strands rip free of the roots but it only made me go faster. Cupping his ass, I took him as deep as possible, forcing my gag reflex to respond.

“If you gag, I’ll just go harder,” he said, his voice firm.

Breathing through my nose, my cheeks hollowed out and I sucked and pulled, licking him up like he was my favorite lollipop.

“
Shit
.”

I released him with a pop, grazing my teeth up the veiny ridge.

He held my hair with both hands and tilted my head back before placing a hard kiss on my mouth. “No hands, pet. You’re going to swallow my cock.”

I nodded. “Please.”

He grinned. “Hands behind your back and open wide.”

I did as he said when he forced his length between my stretched lips. The movements were rough, needy but the pre-come that coated my tongue only made me want him more. I moaned around him, my body heating with desire.

Parker pushed as deep as possible, his body tensing, his length pulsing his release down my throat. He groaned, shaking through his orgasm. I panted, sucking him dry as I swallowed his essence.

Releasing me, he pulled me to my feet. His eyes were dark, heating my skin so all I could do was stare.

He rubbed his thumb along my swollen mouth. “So fucking beautiful. The things I could do to you. The things I need to do. Shit, Keely.” He pushed me into the shower, turning on the water and pinned me against the wall. He covered my lips with a hard, bruising kiss.

I gasped into his mouth, my body shaking.

He held my hands above my head, grinding his hips into mine. “I’m going to own every inch of you. Devour you. Make you come so hard, your legs will shake with every step.”

My breath left me in small bursts of air. “Parker.”

A wicked grin spread on his face when he turned me in his arms. “I love fucking you from behind. The way your ass pushes against me. The way you arch like a cat.” He pulled my head back. “The way you gasp after the first thrust.”

I spread my legs and reached behind me, taking his cock roughly in my fingers.

“Tell me.”

“Fuck me. I need you. Inside of me,” I begged, guiding him into my heat.

“Hmm…” He trailed a finger down the length of my spine. “How bad do you want me?”

“So bad it hurts.”

“You want me to fuck you, pet?”

I nodded, swallowing hard at the quick change in his tone.

He bent me over, held my hands behind my back and pulled my hair. Restraining me. Holding me. And fucking the shit out of me.

It was sweet, utter torture the way he made use of my body. His hands massaged and kneaded, pulling at my skin, tugging at my nipples and bringing me over the edge of ecstasy. It was delicious. Raw. Powerful. And it took everything in me not to scream out how much I wanted more.

“Wait until I show you my cottage, pet. The hot leather mixed with the salty sweat of your skin. Your screams of passion. Your pleas for me to go harder.” He pushed me face first against the cool tiled wall of the shower stall. “You think you’re ready?” he growled in my ear.

 “Yes,” I whimpered.

A deep chuckle sounded from behind me. “We’ll see about that.”