Heat (Parker Reed Book 1) (29 page)

My eyes widened. “Really?”

He chuckled and pinched my chin. “Try me, pet.”

Not going to happen. “I’ll behave.”

“I know.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me from the vehicle, instructing Jones to go grab something to eat while he waited for us. “Now, if you feel uncomfortable at any time, tell me. Or a Dungeon Monitor.”

“Dungeon Monitor?” I asked, gripping his arm tight in my hand.

“They will have a black vest on with Dungeon Monitor in gold lettering on the back and DM on the breast. If anyone says anything at all that you don’t like, tell me. Please.”

I nodded. “I will.”

“One last thing. If you don’t know if the person you are speaking with is a Dom or Domme or a sub and you’re not sure how to address them, just ask. But I’ll tell you.” He smiled down at me.

I took a breath, nodding again.

“Ready, pet?”

“Yes.”

Parker kept his hand on the back of my neck, brushing his thumb along the side, relaxing me. Anyone would know, seeing us, who I belonged to but I guessed some people still didn’t care.

“Are Aidan and Liz going to be here?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Parker Reed,” a man standing behind a large desk said. “So good to see you. It’s been a while.”

Parker shook his hand. “Yes. Way too long. Keely, this is Greg Canon. Greg, my sub, Keely Price.”

Greg smiled at me with warm blue eyes. “I never thought there would be a day where Parker Reed would bring a sub into
Rope
.”

Parker rolled his eyes. “Things change, Canon.”

“I’d say.” Greg laughed.

“Give him your shoes, pet,” Parker advised me.

I frowned but did as I was told. “Can I ask why?”

“It’s more natural and comfortable. Freeing if you will,” Greg stated, putting my shoes into a box and sliding it onto a shelf behind him.

“We’ll see you later, Greg.” Parker tugged my hand, pulling me alongside him.

“It was nice meeting you,” I called out.

“It was nice meeting you too.” Greg gave me a small wave.

“He seems nice,” I told Parker as we made our way into a large room. My feet padded over the cool floor and I had to agree with Greg. It
was
freeing in a way.

“He is. He’s an ass but he is nice.” Parker laughed.

“Well, well, well. It’s about time you guys showed up,” Aidan said, walking towards us.

Liz stood at his side, a huge grin on her face.

We hugged, squeezing each other hard until we were giggling like school girls.

“It feels like forever since I’ve seen you,” Liz told me, keeping hold of my hands.

“I know. After everything that has happened, we’ve needed time to…reconnect,” I said, a slight flush spreading over my body.

She winked. “Oh, and I bet that reconnecting has been fun.”

I laughed. “God, you sound like Troy. Speaking of him, you guys need to come over for supper. You would love him.”

She squealed and hugged me again. “We would love to.”

“Come, pet,” Parker whispered in my ear.

I let go of Liz as we joined him and Aidan on black leather couches that circled a large glass table. There was a gap between the glass tabletop that would fit a small person; I saw cuffs attached to each corner.

“Like my new item, Keely?” Aidan asked as Liz knelt at his feet.

I mirrored her pose and knelt at Parker’s feet. Brushing my hand under his pant leg, I wrapped my fingers around his ankle. “What is it for?”

“For when a sub needs punishing or maybe wants to play.” He rubbed his chin. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“Which basically means that he has no fucking clue what he wants to do with it.” Parker chuckled.

“Whatever, asshole. Put your sub in it and you can decide what to do with it.”

I swallowed hard. Please no.

“Nah.” Parker tilted my chin. “I may just have to get one for my cottage though,” he joked, tugging at the chain wrapped around my neck.

I bit back a gasp as the slight movement tightened against my nipples and clit.

Aidan nodded towards me. “Clamps?”

Parker chuckled. “Oh yeah.”

“And they hurt like hell,” I mumbled.

“What was that, pet?” Parker twisted the screw on the chain, tightening it around my neck, forcing me to arch my back.

I panted, staring up into his eyes, silently begging for no more.

A wicked grin spread on his face. “Want to tell me what you said?”

“No.”

His gaze darkened as he tightened the screw one more time.

I whimpered, a shot of electricity shooting straight to my clit as the clamps were pulled taut. My thighs spread wider of their own accord, my fingers digging into my leg.

“Tell me,” he breathed against my ear, licking along the lobe.

“I said they hurt like hell,” I said on a breath.

“That’s the point, angel. But when they get removed from your delicious body, you’ll have one of the most intense, powerful orgasms you’ve ever experienced.”

That’s the only thing that was keeping me going and the fact that I didn’t want to disappoint Parker. I made enough mistakes in what was now a relationship. I wouldn’t do it again.

His finger brushed along my jaw before pinching my chin. “You look so beautiful at my feet. You may submit to me but you are surely my equal. Don’t let anyone ever tell you different. Another thing about BDSM…just because you give up control in the bedroom or in other areas of your life, does not make you any less of a person. Some people
need
to be dominated.”

I nodded. “I get that, Sir. I like being at your feet. It makes me feel…”

“What?” he pressed.

“Safe.”

His jade eyes softened and he cupped my cheek, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “My sweet angel.”

“My gorgeous, dominating man,” I whispered.

“I
am
yours.”

I searched his face. “Are you? Really?”

His jaw clenched and before my very eyes, he pulled away. Those emotional walls that I had very well built for myself and grew accustomed to, shot up and around him.

I glanced away, looking down at my palms that I had subconsciously placed on my thighs. What was I getting myself into? It wasn’t in my moral code to give up so quickly.

Devin
.

He taught me to be this way. He broke me. Tore me down until I was nothing but an empty shell. He destroyed my mind, leaving me a trembling scared little girl that he could mold, twist,
train
into anything that he wanted.

“Keely,” Parker said softly.

My heart raced, a sense of awareness washing through me. The gold chain was cool against my heated skin. A sheen of sweat coated my body and I couldn’t help but wonder, would all of this be worth it in the end? Would Parker and I end up like Devin and I did? Parker wasn’t Devin but he could be just as scary and he was bigger.

Shame burned its way through my belly and my chest tightened to the point of painful.

“Breathe, pet. Breathe with me.”

I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut as the tears prickled down my cheeks.

“Eyes on me.”

My gaze popped up, locking with Parker’s.

“Breathe,” he said softly. He took a deep breath, letting his shoulders droop as he exhaled.

I followed his movements, my racing heart simmering. Looking away, I caught sight of Liz staring back at me. Her eyebrows furrowed, a hint of sadness in her gaze.

“Pet, look at me,” Parker said, his voice firm.

I played with the hem of my dress, not meeting his gaze. I couldn’t. A lump formed in my throat. A part of me thought this was for nothing. What was he training me for and teaching me if he didn’t want to be with me?

“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice firm, cupping the back of my nape.

Defiantly, I crossed my arms under my chest. A sharp pain shot through my body when I remembered the clamps that were attached to my nipples. The euphoria spread over my skin, like the warm touch of the sun’s heat.

“I’ll give you one fucking chance to look at me,” Parker growled in my ear. “If you don’t, I’ll bend you over right here, slapping that beautiful ass. Would you like that, pet? Are you into embarrassment? Maybe that’s something I don’t know about you.” Even though he had just helped me through my impending panic attack, the dominant side reared its ugly head.

I slowly turned my head, meeting his gaze. “What are we doing,
Parker
?” I asked, making sure to use his first name.

A muscle in his jaw ticked. “This is not a conversation to be having here,
pet
.”

“No? You know how I feel about you and we haven’t talked at all—” I cried out when a shock ran straight to my clit.

“We will discuss this later, Keely,” Parker whispered in my ear, tugging the chain at my neck in slow tortuous movements. “Until then, you’re going to come in public. That is your punishment for defying me.”

I chewed my bottom lip, a flush spreading over my skin. “Sir. Please.”

“Quiet. I just talked you out of a panic attack but yet, here you are, once again not telling me what’s going on. I’m not a fucking mind reader. The only way I can help you is if you talk to me.”

“What if I don’t want or need your help?” I asked softly.

“Oh you do or else you wouldn’t be here right now.” He tilted my head further back. “You think you know everything about me. You think you know what makes me tick. What turns me on. You, Keely, have only seen the fucking beginning of me.”

“Tell me,” I panted, my hips rocking back and forth in subtle moves as he continued forcing the pleasure straight to my core.

“I don’t do romance and I don’t do relationships,” he said, sliding his hand under my dress, inching it up my thighs. “But with you, I want a relationship. I want more. I want to sweep you off your feet.” He turned me so I faced his direction, still keeping his other hand at my neck. “I want to own you. Every. Single. Inch. Of you. You challenge me and I fucking love it. But you need to be patient.”

“I…I have no patience.” I moaned when his hand reached my mound. Sounds of the club surrounded us. Music. Laughter. Chatter. Even a couple whimpers and cries of pleasure erupted through the room but all I could focus on was Parker. His manly scent. His deep vibrato that ran down my spine like the satin of his scarves that he used to bind me every so often. His calloused fingers parted through my folds, diving deep into my soaked entrance.

A sigh escaped my lips as his two fingers filled me. Sliding in and out of my body in agonizingly slow movements.

“You will have patience. If you want to be with me, you will need it.”

My gaze met his hungry stare. “Do you want to be with me?”

He tilted my head, placing a hard passionate kiss on my mouth. Forcing his tongue inside, he swept along mine. My mind reeled as he ignited a yearning from within me.

His fingers pumped in and out of me, pushing a release forward. It exploded into a billion tiny particles of ecstasy.

He swallowed my cries, placing a couple pecks on my swollen lips before releasing me. “Patience, little one. Please. I need you to have patience with me.”

I nodded, a lump forming in my throat at the desperation of his voice. How much patience he expected me to have, I didn’t know. I just prayed that it would last and that by the time he told me how he felt, it wouldn’t be too late.

“Strip,” Parker demanded hours later when we went back to his apartment after
Rope
.

My body ached, throbbed for him to fill it and bring it to the points of ecstasy that I knew only he could. After the teasing, the petting and the unexpected public orgasm he gave me at the club, I needed him. Bad.

I pulled the white dress up and over my head, tossing it on the back of a chair beside his bed.

“Lay on the bed and present yourself to me, pet.”

A shiver ran over my skin at the firm, dominant tone he was taking and I did as I was told. I crawled onto the king-sized bed, laying on my back on the black satin sheets. I bent my knees and spread my legs, wincing when the clamp pinched into my clit.

I had been wearing the jewelry for hours. My nipples and the hardened nub between my legs throbbed.

“Simply. Beautiful.” He pulled off his shoes and socks. Removed his suit jacket and the white shirt beneath it, leaving him in just his dress pants. He looked absolutely divine and his body screamed pure and utter power. And he was all mine.

He grabbed a small black remote, pointed it at a stereo system and turned back to me.

The deep bass pumped through the speakers, slow enough to be sensual but fast enough to get the blood pumping. He stood at the foot of the bed when he slowly let his gaze roam down the length of me. My breathing picked up, my chest rising and falling with ragged breath as if he were touching me himself.

He slowly started to unbuckle his pants, letting the material fall to his feet.

I panted at the mere beautiful sight before me. His hard, strong body. Muscles rippling over his bones. Tattoos covered almost every inch of him. His semi-hard cock jutted out between his thighs, standing tall and proud. I couldn’t help but stare.

A slight smirk spread on his face. He looked up, pointing towards the ceiling.