Dangerous (The Complete Erotic Romance Novel) (63 page)

She nodded, then remembered. “Yes, Reid.”

“Then don’t move. You’ll hold the pose by choice.”

She flicked a quick glance at him in the reflection, then nodded. It was powerful to be complicit, Reid knew, and he thought it a good balance for this scene.

“Remember that this is our safe room and you’re my captive.”

Reid left the closet, shutting the door hard behind himself. He wanted her to think about her captivity, to decide to stay in position. She could simply stand up, open the door and walk out.

He hoped she wouldn’t.

He got the vial of stimulant from the bedroom, as well as another toy they hadn’t used yet. He tucked it into the pocket of his jeans, taking his time before he returned to her. Inspiration struck and he went to his office for a bell that was in one of the drawers there.

He returned to the little corridor outside the closet, and the door was still shut. He thought of Kendra willingly holding the pose he’d given her, and desire surged through him. Had she been able to endure it? If he’d been able to will her to get through it, he would have done so in a heartbeat. This was such a potent fantasy for him and he didn’t want to rush through it. He had to close his eyes and catch his breath, tempering himself before he saw her again.

That Kendra might want it just as much made his heart race.

Slow and steady. He had to pace them and take his time. He had to ensure that she loved every second of it.

Mutual pleasure was the only way they’d be able to explore this again and again.

Reid took a deep breath, then rang the bell softly just outside the door.

Hoping.

* * *

Chapter Twenty-Four

Reid opened the door and a rush of pleasure nearly took him to his knees. Kendra hadn’t moved and her face was more flushed. He was sure the scent of her arousal was stronger and she wriggling in her bonds as he stood and stared. He could see her puss working hungrily and smiled at the sight. He closed the door, making sure it slammed slightly, then turned the lock so it was audible. “Did you imagine that I’d just locked you away?” he asked softly. “Did you imagine that you’re trapped in our safe room?”

Kendra took a breath and shivered with a delight that echoed his own. “Oh, yes, Reid,” she said, her excitement clear.

“And?”

“I can’t stand it.”

“But you will, because I’m telling you to.”

“Yes, Reid.”

“It’s not up to you,” he murmured and she nodded again. “You’ve surrendered to me.”

“Yes, Reid.” Her voice softened at the acknowledgement.

Reid stood beside her and leaned over her, knowing she was watching him avidly in the mirror. The two lengths of rope passed between her thighs, one on each side of her labia. He ran his fingertip over one length of the rope, following it over her belly to her puss. Kendra seemed to hold her breath. He slid his fingertip beneath the rope, letting his finger graze her hard clitoris. She caught her breath and he could see her pulse at her throat.

He could feel it in her puss. He casually lifted the rope and put it over her clitoris, exerting pressure on the sensitive point. Kendra’s mouth opened and her flush deepened. Reid watched her as he rubbed the rope against her.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, her eyes wide.

“You’re not going to come,” he said softly, tormenting her even as he spoke. “I forbid you to come.”

She caught her breath and shook. “Maybe it would be worth a spanking.”

“Trust me,” Reid said, his tone deliberately hard. “You don’t want to be disobedient today.”

Her gaze flew to his, then to the reflection of her wet sex. She closed her eyes for a moment, then nodded quick agreement. “Yes, Reid.”

He crossed the other length of rope over her clitoris, then eased the hard bead between the two taut lengths of rope. She was so close to orgasm, yet she still held the pose and fought to obey him. Reid was so proud of her—and wanted her with a ferocity beyond anything before. He squeezed gently, crushing her clitoris between the smooth lengths of rope, deliberately driving her wild.

Kendra moaned from the depths of her soul. “Not fair!” she gasped.

“Everything is fair. I only demand more from you to increase your pleasure.”

“Yes, Reid.”

“I should have tied a knot in the rope and made you walk back and forth,” he murmured. “I should have have bound your puss and dressed you, then made you eat lunch with me before your release.”

She squirmed. “Yes, Reid.”

“I should get your chain repaired.”

“Oh, yes.”

Reid opened the jar, put some unguent on his fingertip, and then smeared it on her wet puss. Kendra shook with desire. “We’ll use this often,” he said calmly. “It’ll ensure that you’re always ready for me, always wet.”

She moaned as he massaged it into her labia, then opened her thighs wider. “Yes, Reid,” she said, a little breathless. “You are merciless.” She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, her lips parted as he caressed her slowly. He kept talking to her, awaiting her reply, ensuring that she knew she was a participant.

“You’ll put it on every morning,” he instructed.

“And not wear panties,” she agreed easily. “So you can claim me anytime.”

“And when I command it, you’ll get undressed and walk right into the safe room. You’ll close the door behind you and it’ll lock.”

“It can only be opened from the outside,” she guessed.

“You’ll be captive by choice.”

“Yes, Reid.” Kendra squirmed on the chair, opening her thighs wider in silent demand.

“Just like right now.”

“Oh, yes, Reid.”

“Struggle.”

Kendra did as instructed, wriggling in her bonds but not moving her feet or her hands. She was wide open to him, completely willing. Her puss was so wet that she was practically dripping. Reid eased his fingers inside her, and flicked her hard clitoris with his thumb, his move making her groan aloud. “What would be best about the safe room?”

“The surrender,” Kendra said. “Knowing I was all yours.”

“Like right now.”

“Yes, Reid.”

“Why is that potent?” He rolled her clitoris between his fingers and thumb, making her writhe on the chair. Her arousal was incredibly exciting for him. He was as hard as a rock, nearly ready to split his jeans, but determined to make them both wait for it.

“Because I trust you,” she said, tension in her voice. “Because I don’t have to decide. Because I can leave it all up to you.” This last part ended with a long moan of need, one that made it nearly impossible for Reid to resist her.

But not quite. He had to step back and take a breath, but disguised it by pulling the new toy from his pocket. Kendra looked at him, nearly panting in her excitement. It was a silicon butterfly. She shook her head, not comprehending and Reid smiled. “Something else for you to wear all the time,” he said and eased its wings under the two lengths of rope. He positioned it so the protruding end of the butterfly’s body was pressed against her clitoris.

Kendra groaned.

Reid pushed it against her, moving it slowly. She writhed in her bonds, but didn’t change her pose.

Her moan was absolutely delicious.

And that was before Reid used the remote to make it vibrate. Kendra nearly came out of the chair at the first motion of it against her, and her hips bucked involuntarily. “Reid!” Her knuckles were white where she gripped the chair, but she hadn’t moved at all. “Please!”

“Prove you’re mine.” Reid leaned over her, bracing his hands on the arm rests. She looked up at him, vibrating in her arousal, flushed and pliant and irresistible. “What do you want?”

“I want you to do whatever you want to me.” She flicked a mischievous glance him. “Preferably as soon as possible.”

“What if I want to tease and torment you?”

“Done and done,” she said. “Let’s move on to banging me senseless.”

He smiled before he bent and caught her mouth beneath his own, then he kissed her slowly and deeply. Her tongue touched his, her mouth opening to him and her kiss as fervent as his own. There was hunger in her kiss, a passion that answered his own. Reid’s heart pounded and he knew he couldn’t last much longer, not without burying himself inside her.

He’d leave the butterfly in place, and make her come over and over again.

She’d have the biggest orgasm of her life, with him, and never want another man again. She’d be his forever. He’d make sure of it.

When he lifted his head, her lipstick was smeared. Her nipples were tight beads and her back was arched. The closet smelled of the perfume of her puss and he smiled down at her with satisfaction. “What would make this better, right now?”

“A blindfold,” Kendra said immediately and he recalled how it had sometimes relaxed her.

“Then beg me for it. Convince me.”

She hesitated for a second, weighing the possibility of him declining her request. Those parted lips, that smeared red lipstick, the little glimpse of her tongue all combined to make Reid want to kiss her senseless. He kissed her temple, her throat, then ran a trail of kisses down to her breasts. He caught one nipple in his mouth, suckling her, then closed his teeth gently around it. He flicked it with his tongue and she moaned again, shaking beneath him with need.

Then she began to entreat him in a whisper. “Please blindfold me, Reid. Please tie me up tighter and gag me and spank me and then fuck me over and over and over again. I want to feel trussed and tied. I want to be possessed. I want to be yours. I surrender completely to whatever you desire.”

“And why the blindfold?”

“I want to be surprised. I want to be lost in darkness. I want to be aware only of you, and to be waiting for whatever you do.”

He moved quickly, grabbing one of his ties and putting it quickly over her eyes. She gasped, then shivered at the brush of the silk. He wrapped it around her head as many times as he could, then tugged it tight before knotting it securely.

“Oh, Reid,” she murmured and he watched the shiver of pleasure slide through her body. She softened before his eyes, abandoning herself to whatever he intended to do. Desire swelled to a crescendo within him, his need to possess her completely nearly overwhelming in its power. He wanted to do so many things to her, but forced himself to go slowly, to build to the sweetness, to ensure her pleasure all over again.

He undressed slowly, ensuring she could hear his clothes fall to the floor. The tension between them was electric and he watched her lick her lips and swallow.

He knew she thought he’d take her.

Instead, he dropped to his knees between her and the mirror and began to lick the stimulant from her wet puss. Kendra groaned and shook, but Reid held her thighs open.

He’d show her what it meant for him to be merciless.

* * *

Reid was going to kill her with pleasure.

Kendra couldn’t believe how long he was making it last. She’d never been at such a fever pitch of need, never mind for so long, but she held on, fighting against her own body to please him. She was so hot and her heart was racing; she felt like her skin would explode, but he just casually continued to torment her. How much of this was she supposed to endure?

He ate her leisurely, sliding his tongue around that devious little butterfly but never dislodging it. He braced his hands on the inside of her knees, and must have been kneeling in front of her. She knew he was naked and could envision him easily. His eyes would be so blue. Maybe he’d smile slightly when he lifted his head to look at her. His satisfaction would be unmistakable.

And his erection would be huge. She wanted him inside her with a passion beyond anything she’d felt before. She wanted him to stretch her wide and fill her up, to drive deep inside her and pound her until he came with a roar. She wanted to come with him inside her, to feel her body tighten around his, to feel his heartbeat against her own and taste the salt of his perspiration. She loved how he seduced her slowly, how protective and watchful he was. She trusted him before but now her body did, too, and that gave her a reassurance she hadn’t realized she’d needed. She liked being in the closet, surrounded by the scent of his cologne, of leather and of wool, feeling the smooth silk tie that blindfolded her and the cool leather chair under her bare butt.

“You’re being very good, Kendra,” he murmured, the feel of his breath against her skin making her quiver with need. He always used the same low tone when he was commanding her, a quiet murmur without inflection or tension. She found it melodic and mesmerizing, and realized that whenever he spoke to her that way, her knees melted.

“I want only to please you, Reid,” she said, knowing it was the right answer but also believing it with every fiber of her being.

“And you do,” he said and there was need in his tone. “Let go of the chair.”

Kendra did as he asked, and he lifted her feet from the chair, placing them on the floor. He locked his hands around her waist and lifted her to her feet, then kissed her again. The kiss soothed her and made her heart pound faster. He caught her wrists in one hand and pulled them behind her back, then ran his other hand over her, the warmth of his palm pausing on her breast.