Heat (Parker Reed Book 1) (25 page)

My heart gave a start. Needles? Seriously?

“Yes, needles, pet.”

My mouth snapped closed, not realizing I had spoken out loud.

“Since you are new, I won’t punish you this time for speaking out of place. Remember, in this room, you will call me Sir and that’s it.”

I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“In time, since I’m not experienced in rope play, I would like to learn and make you really fly. But that type of play can be dangerous as you can cut off circulation. If you use the wrong rope, it can cut and scratch into your skin.” His hand caressed my head. “In time, pet. I think you would look beautiful flying high in the air as I fuck your body into pure divine ecstasy.”

I opened my mouth to respond when I remembered that I didn’t have permission. Being told what to do, when to do it, how to do it, should have scared me. A part of me thought that there was something wrong when I felt elated at giving up control. That piece of myself that allowed even the smallest ounce of domination to take over. Even just being told to kneel made me feel relaxed, like my bones and muscles were setting into place every time I knelt before Parker.

“Eyes on me, pet.”

I looked up slowly and found Parker kneeling before me.

“When we’re in this room and you want to speak, just ask for permission.”

“Permission to speak, Sir?”

“Go ahead.”

“I just wanted to say that I would love to fly.” I shrugged. “I also…it relaxes me when you ask me to do something.”

He kissed my head and rose to his feet, walking to a large object with a black satin sheet covering it. When he revealed the item, I found myself staring back at me as I glanced in a large, floor-length mirror.

“That brings me to my next point.” He stood beside me, our gazes locking in the reflection. “You showed interest in the Master/slave relationship. We have only been fucking for a couple of weeks so we are no way near that point. But your curiosity impresses me. I’m willing to go further, if you are. Look in the mirror, pet.” He brushed his hand over my head, petting me.

A soft sigh escaped my lips, a smile tugging at my mouth. I was naked, my arms wrapped around his leg. He oozed power in his black suit as I knelt at his feet, completely bare for him.

“What do you say? You want to give it a shot or not? We could just go back to doing what we’re doing but if you want to explore further, deeper, find out what makes us both tick—”

“Yes,” I blurted out. “Please, Sir. I want to.”

He grunted in satisfaction. “Alright. One thing you need to know about me, Keely, is that I’m a hard man to crack. I don’t give into incessant begging. No matter how hard my cock is, I’ll go through blue balls first before giving into your whims. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now stand.”

I rose to my full height, keeping my eyes downcast.

“You can look at me now, beautiful,” he said softly.

I met his gaze.

He placed a light peck on my forehead and grabbed my hand, kissing the back of my knuckles. “I’m sorry if I scared you a couple of minutes ago. I just don’t like being lied to.”

“I’m sorry. I want—”

He silenced me when he crashed his lips to mine, forcing his way between mine. Roughly pulling and sucking at my tongue, he swallowed my groans of pleasure. He released me and brushed his thumb over my swollen mouth. “You will tell me when you’re ready.”

How did this big beautiful man know me so well already? He never forced anything from me. Never tried fucking with my head, making me think I wanted something when I really didn’t. He was gentle. Rough around the edges but I knew that he would never hurt me. “Do you like pain?”

He raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? Am I a masochist?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not a masochist and I’m not a sadist but I do enjoy reddening your ass.”

I glanced away, my eyes roaming over the objects. “What if I needed pain…?”

“Need and want are two very different things, pet. We’ll work on that. If you need pain to get out of your head, I’m willing to help you there but I don’t need it to get off. Now, seeing my marks on your body would be hot as hell.”

I smiled.

“I’m also sorry for accusing you earlier of trying to bring my company down.”

“I understand why you would but I promise you, this has nothing to do with me.”

“I know, angel,” he said softly. “I know.” His back straightened. “Now, which object would you like to know about first?”

Several hours passed and my brain was overloaded with information but Parker never pressured me into anything that I didn’t want to do. He hadn’t restrained me since the night before when I was introduced to the St. Andrew’s cross. Everything was so new. It was nothing like the books that I read. Parker was informative and never judged my questions or said that they were stupid in any way. Although at times I felt dumb for asking them.

“What makes a good Dom?” I asked as we sat on the couch, drinking red wine and eating cheese and crackers.

“He or she is informative. Protective. And they also make mistakes.”

I looked up at him as I stuffed a cracker in my mouth. “What do you mean?”

“We’re human, Keely. Any Dom that tells you that their way is the right way and that’s it, isn’t really a Dom in the first place. No way is the
right
way,” he said, using air quotes. “What works for us may not work for others. Also, someone’s kink may not be our own; that doesn’t mean we have any right to judge them.”

“I think my brain hurts from all of this information,” I mumbled, curling my feet under me.

He laughed and took the glass of wine from my hands. “Lay down.”

I did as he said without hesitation, resting my head on his lap. I was still naked, not allowed to put on any clothes since that morning but I didn’t mind at all. “Parker?”

“Yes?” he responded, wrapping a hand around my throat. His thumb brushed back and forth along my jaw, soothing my racing nerves.

“I’ve been naked all day and you haven’t done…well anything about it.”

“Are you asking why I haven’t fucked you since the limo last night?”

I nodded.

“It’s all about control, pet, but I also…” a wicked grin spread on his face as he winked, “want to build up anticipation.”

I rolled my eyes and huffed. “I’m going to end up hating that word, aren’t I?”

He chuckled. “Yes. And at times you won’t think it’s fair but know that what I do, I do it for you.”

The phone rang a moment later and when Parker answered it, I sensed a moment of hesitation.

“Yeah,” he greeted the caller.

A deep chuckle sounded through the phone but I couldn’t make out any words.

“What do you want?” he said through gritted teeth.

I sat up, placing a hand on his arm, my stomach clenching with anxiety.

He looked my way before placing the phone on the table. “Talk.”

Another laugh. “So demanding.”

My heart gave a start. “Devin,” I said on a gasp.

“That’s right, baby. You know, it’s funny. For someone that spent so much time trying to get away from me, you sure were easy to find.”

“I’m not stupid, Devin. I knew you would find me,” I said, jumping when Parker placed his hand on my nape.

“I taught you well.” I could almost hear the amusement in his voice.

“No, my
father
taught me well,” I bit out. “Now what the hell do you want?”

“Tsk tsk. That’s no way to—”

“Devin,” Parker snapped. “Answer the fucking question.”

“Oh I will, but I need you to do something for me first.”

“What?” Parker shifted in his seat, his body going stiff.

“Open the door.”

Parker swore and hung up the phone before pushing me down the hall, demanding that I get dressed. He didn’t have to ask me twice. I wanted nothing to do with Devin. In any way. Ever again. Parker also commanded me to stay in the room but there was no way that I would make Parker deal with him alone. Devin showed up for me. He wanted something. From me. I didn’t know what but I would make damn sure that he wouldn’t get whatever it was that he was looking for.

I refused to be scared of him anymore. Parker taught me to be strong. He showed me that not all relationships ended up at the hands of an abuser. I would grow. With Parker.

I quickly pulled on gray sweatpants and a black hoodie, wanting to cover as much of me as possible.

I tentatively made my way back out into the hall, the deep rumble of voices sounding through the large kitchen. When my gaze landed on Devin, something inside of me snapped. Images forced their way into my mind. Me beating the shit out of him, laughing down at his broken body like he had done to me so many times before.

“Did she tell you about her past, Parker? Or did you just fuck her right away?” Devin accused, snapping me from my thoughts.

“Whatever happens between Keely and I is none of your damn business,” Parker growled.

Devin laughed.

Both men looked my way as I closed the distance between me and them. I could feel Parker staring at me and although he was a big bad Alpha Dominating male, he needed my help whether he wanted to admit it or not.

“What do you want, Devin?” I asked, my voice small, not as strong as I had hoped.

Devin smirked and leaned against the counter as I made my way up to Parker. “I have a job for you.”

“Not going to happen. I’m done doing that shit,” I said, crossing my arms under my chest.

“Really?” Devin raised an eyebrow. “So is that why you created the firewall for Parker’s company? That’s why you put a virus in the system?”

My mouth opened and closed.

“How the
fuck
did you know about that?” Parker asked, his voice rising.

“I know people.” Devin shrugged nonchalantly.

“What the hell do you want, Devin? Are you just hear to fuck with my head? You trying to get under my skin?” I yelled.

“I’m already under your skin, Keely,” he purred.

I screamed and dove at him when heavy arms wrapped around my waist, holding me back. “I hate you. I hate you for everything. You fucking bastard. You ruined me. You destroyed me. Is that what you want to hear? Does it get you off? Does it make your dick hard?” I couldn’t control the question after question that left my lips as I continued struggling out of Parker’s grip. His hold only tightened but he didn’t quiet me. I only said what he knew needed to be said.

“It only makes my dick hard when you fight me,” Devin growled.

“That’s it!” Parker roared. “Out. Now.” He pushed me behind him and took a step towards Devin.

“Or else what, Parker? You going to have your body guards come beat me up? You never could handle your fights yourself. I always had to fight them for you, you pussy-assed little bitch. Fight me like a real man, fucker.”

My heart pounded against my rib cage as I held onto the back of Parker’s shirt. “Don’t. It’s what he wants. He’s only egging you on,” I said, holding him back.

“Listen to your little whore. How does it feel having my sloppy seconds? Can you taste me, asshole?”

In a quick move, Parker had Devin by the throat against the fridge. He slammed his head so hard against the appliance, it left a dent in the door, but that only made Devin laugh even harder. The sick bastard got off on this shit.

“Parker.” I grabbed his arm, trying to pull him off of Devin.

“You ever call Keely a whore again and I’ll gut you while you sleep. I’ll rip off your dick and piss down your throat, forcing you to taste
me
for the rest of your shitty life.” Parker leaned into Devin, tightening his hold on his throat.

Devin’s face turned red at the rough grip but his smirk only widened. “Do it. I know you want to. Fucking kill me.”

My eyes widened. “Parker, stop. Please. He’s not worth it.”

“You don’t even know Keely and yet you’re all over her. I bet she didn’t even tell you just how committed she was to me,” Devin forced out.

My stomach twisted but I ignored it.

“You never told him.” Devin laughed. “Oh, that’s fucking rich.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Parker spat.

“She really hasn’t told you. Keely, you think just by not saying it, that it never happened?”

My eyes widened, my breath coming out in small bursts of air.
Please don’t tell him. Please
.

“Tell me,” Parker demanded.

Devin chuckled. “That woman you’re protecting, that you’re fucking…she’s my wife.”