Dangerous (The Complete Erotic Romance Novel) (30 page)

He peeled off his jacket slowly and cast it aside. His T-shirt was tight, his muscles pumped, and she loved the hood. Kendra thought he looked fantastic, vital and male. As a bonus, his eyes were snapping blue, a sure sign of his interest.

“So, you really do want to be a kidnap victim,” he murmured.

Kendra nodded and made the only sound she could, a little murmur that she meant as a request. He braced one knee on the bed and leaned over her, running a fingertip up her leg. Kendra shivered.

“You must really want it badly,” he whispered, tugging the chain against her hungry puss. Kendra moaned and bucked, liking how he smiled down at her. He looked proprietary, in control, the custodian of her fantasies. “Too bad I didn’t bring a duffle bag,” he murmured, his eyes glowing. “Would you like to be kidnapped for real?”

Kendra nodded with enthusiasm.

“Tossed in the trunk of a car?”

She nodded again.

“Locked in a safe room?” he whispered, his finger still toying with that chain.

Kendra nodded again.

“One night?”

She held his gaze.

“Two?”

She still made no sign.

“A week, Miss Jones?”

She nodded tentatively and he leaned down to whisper in her ear. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his breath against her throat. “You have three weeks of vacation left for this year, Miss Jones,” he whispered. “You could use it all, then maybe add some unpaid leave.”

She shuddered and nodded her compliance, certain that would be a kind of heaven.

“You are a naughty assistant. I’ll have to punish you well tonight.”

Kendra struggled, making a show of fighting her bonds.

“You’re right. You need to be more securely trussed,” he whispered, then grabbed the ends of the ropes.

He wrapped her in the rope, knotting it over her legs, her arms and her torso so she was trapped in a lattice of heavy jute. It was confining, guaranteeing that no matter how she moved, she felt the jute restraining her. The rope rubbed against her skin as she squirmed and he reclined beside her, bracing himself on one elbow as he looked down at her. He trailed one fingertip down her thigh to her knee, then back up to her breast. Kendra wriggled in silent demand and he smiled.

“You really do like being helpless,” he mused.

Kendra nodded her enthusiasm.

“Let’s see how long you like it.” He bent to take her nipple in his mouth, kissing it and suckling it with leisure. Kendra tried to groan but only managed to make a slight sound. “What if I really kidnapped you?” he whispered against her skin. “Wouldn’t you be afraid?”

She shook her head.

He looked into her eyes. “Because you would have chosen your captor?”

She nodded.

He leaned his weight against her. His hand slid between her thighs, his gloved fingertips teasing her aching clitoris. The leather felt sinful, divine. “Even without knowing where I’d take you or what I’d do to you?”

Kendra nodded. She trusted him. She wanted him to know that.

“Is it the powerlessness?”

She nodded again.

“How fortuitous. I like control and you like being out of control.” His smile flashed again. “This could be a perfect match, Miss Jones.”

Kendra’s heart leapt at that, but he didn’t seem to expect an answer.

He was surveying her with satisfaction. He shook his head, marveling at her or her fantasy—Kendra wasn’t sure which. Then his finger plunged inside her, his thumb landing solidly on her clitoris. Kendra jumped and bucked, wanting, even as he smiled at her. “Can you read the clock from there?”

She glanced toward it and nodded.

“You can come at 9:30, Miss Jones.”

Not quite half an hour more. Kendra was sure she could do it. So close now.

His finger worked against her. “First I’m going to punish you, for being such a bad girl.” He eased the seam of the glove against her so that Kendra shivered with need. “Then I’ll take my pleasure. I think your enthusiasm will make you impossible to resist for a kidnapper like me.” He pressed harder on her clitoris. “I might need to take you several times, Miss Jones,” he whispered and she could see his eyes shining through the holes in the balaclava. “What will you do if I can’t get enough?”

Kendra moaned as loudly as she could, then struggled, trying to show that there was nothing she could do about it.

He smiled. “That’s right. You can’t influence your situation at all, Miss Jones. Don’t forget to enjoy that part.”

Reid stood up and peeled off his T-shirt and jeans so slowly that she wondered what he had planned. He left on the hood and the gloves, then eased on a condom. She took the chance to admire the muscled perfection of his body. He turned to look down at her and smiled in anticipation of something.

Kendra watched him, uncertain what to expect.

Impatient to know for sure.

She didn’t expect him to swing onto the bed, drop between her thighs and begin to eat her. His hands were splayed against the insides of her thighs, holding her wide open even though she was already bound that way. The heat of his skin and the way he flexed his fingers made her feel even more claimed than the rope. He slid his tongue over her, taking his time, feeding an incredible pang of desire inside Kendra.

Suddenly twenty-five minutes didn’t seem like such a short time to wait.

Because Reid was determined to tease her.

And there wasn’t a thing she could do about it.

It was delicious. It was perfect. It was exactly the kind of hopeless captivity that filled Kendra’s dreams. She fought him instinctively, but that only confirmed the futility of struggle.

Then she surrendered, to the situation, to the moment, and to Reid.

* * *

Across the street, the man watched the video feed with a voyeur’s fascination.

He would never have guessed Reid would have taken such a chance so soon, but the proof was right before his eyes. He selected a shots of the woman bound helpless in her own bed, knowing that he’d be able to build a nice collection of images on this night.

Not to mention that he’d be documenting Reid’s sexual taste.

The police would be very interested in this evidence.

The man smiled, knowing he’d make sure they saw it. The opposite wall of his little nest, after all, would make an excellent bulletin board.

* * *

Miss Jones was heroic.

Compliant.

Mesmerizing.

Aroused beyond belief, vibrating with need and flushed with desire. She was a humming wire ready to be plucked. Reid plucked. He teased. He fondled and he demanded. He pushed her farther and cheated her of release in every way he could.

Miss Jones managed somehow to hang on. Had she really surrendered control of her body to him? Would she really only orgasm when he gave her permission? It was a thrilling possibility, one that drove Reid to make sure. He dragged the chain against her puss, he tickled her and ate her and pinched her nipples and sucked on her. She writhed and shivered and got wetter by the second.

Reid did his best to compel her to orgasm before the half hour, but she managed to resist.

Barely.

He lifted his head when he’d done his worse, eying the red flush on her skin, the restless twitching of her butt and the bright glitter of her eyes. “Very good, Miss Jones. You may orgasm at your leisure.”

She gasped, then he closed his mouth over her again. He flicked his tongue hard against her clitoris, then bit it gently.

She roared into her gag, making a very sexy muffled sound.

Just as he anticipated, her orgasm was enormous and of long duration. She came and came, practically spurting in her satisfaction, shaking and moaning so much that he was glad she had such a sturdy bed. He watched her, knowing she couldn’t be faking her pleasure and taking satisfaction that he could drive her so wild.

When she was left panting on the satin sheets, he knew she expected him to either fuck her or untie her.

Time for Miss Jones to get a surprise.

Reid got to his feet, feeling her watch him, then wiped his face. He turned to consider her and her gaze dropped to his erection. He smiled. “You have to earn that, Miss Jones,” he whispered, loving how her eyes widened in surprise.

He got the leather paddle out of the array of toys he’d brought and showed it to her. He let her worry about what he was going to do with it for a moment, then spanked her thigh once crisply. She caught her breath, but couldn’t move away. Reid gave her a moment to think about the possibilities, then began to spank her from head to toe.

He took his time about it, counting the blows, moving from one end of her to the other and back again. It was a novelty to spank her front, especially between the rope bonds. He particularly liked snapping the leather paddle across her tight nipples, because that made her moan and arch her back.

Hungry for more. She was exactly the slave for him.

When he was done, her skin was all rosy pink, and he was breathing more heavily, too. She was humming with desire again, her puss wet and inviting, slick with her juices. Her eyes were bright.

Reid lowered himself over her, trapping her against the mattress, and drilled her slowly and deeply. “I am a stranger,” he murmured to her. “I’m a kidnapper come in the night, a stalker who’s stolen your keys and intends to take you here whenever I want.”

She closed her eyes, tipped back her head and moaned with a satisfaction that echoed his own.

“I like your compliance. I like that you tied yourself up for me.”

She moaned and struggled, making very little difference in her position.

“Next time, I could pick you up at a pre-arranged spot,” he whispered. “You could wear nothing under your coat, just as you did before. Then you could tie yourself up in my car, surrendering to captivity.” She wriggled and groaned. “I could blindfold you and take you wherever I wanted. I could keep you for as long as I wanted.” She rolled her hips beneath his. “I could do whatever I wanted to you for as long as I wanted.”

Her groan was louder and her gaze was fixed on him.

“It’s what you want, isn’t it, Miss Jones?”

She nodded emphatically, her eyes twinkling with such anticipation that Reid wished again that he’d made arrangements for this night.

But he could do it tomorrow.

Just a short captivity.

Just long enough to tease them both.

Reid moved slowly inside her, extending their mutual torment. “Then you’ll be glad to know that we made arrangements for the safe room today.” She nodded, watching him with interest. He ground his pelvis against hers, driving himself so deep that he thought she’d suck him inside completely. She groaned and tried to open her legs wider.

It would take him weeks to get enough of her sweet heat.

“It’ll be very secure.” Reid withdrew slowly, dragging himself across her hard clitoris, then plunged deep again. “The room we’ve chosen has no windows and no exit. Its only door will be locked from the outside and the key will be held only by me. You won’t even know where the house is, much less where the safe room is in the house.” He smiled at her and eased himself deeper into her heat again. “Nod three times to beg me to do this to you, Miss Jones?”

She nodded three times without hesitation.

“And what would I do to you there?”

She flicked a glance over the room, then back to his gaze.

“Bind you and fuck you,” he murmured, remembering how she’d used that verb before.

She nodded.

“Dress you in little presents, like this chain?”

She rolled her eyes and then her hips beneath him. Reid moved so that the chain would be driven against her clitoris and smiled as she caught her breath and flushed. He rolled his own hips, liking how she began to shake.

“Host dinner parties? Give you away?”

She closed her eyes then, unable to answer as the trembling began deep inside her. Her puss seemed to lock around him, holding him more tightly, and he began to move more steadily.

She wouldn’t last much longer this time, but then, neither would he.

“You’d be my toy forever, Miss Jones,” he murmured and she nodded agreement. He kept talking to her, feeling her orgasm build with every vow he made. He punctuated every promise with a drive into her, each stroke deeper than the last. “You’d be my slave to use however I desire—to take and to give—to bind and to spank—to blindfold and gag—to harness and have—to possess for so long as I want you to be mine.” He drove deep, rubbing himself against her, and she came in a rush so vehement that the bed shook.

Her muffled shout of pleasure seemed to come from the very bottom of her being. Reid gripped her butt and managed to pump twice more into the convulsive grip of her vagina before he was overwhelmed.

His own orgasm rocked him body and soul, emptying him out and leaving him shaking in its wake. He leaned his forehead on her shoulder, feeling the thunder of her heart against his and the quickness of her breath in his ear. He was exhausted.