Dangerous (The Complete Erotic Romance Novel) (32 page)

“A corset is always made at least two inches smaller than the waist of the person who will wear it,” he murmured. “That provides the necessary feeling of constraint.”

Kendra certainly felt constrained.

“I had this one made three inches smaller,” he said, as idly as if he was talking about the weather. “I knew you wanted to be captive and thought it would suit you better.”

He laced it up steadily, drawing each cord tight before tugging on the next. It seemed to take forever, an agonizing exercise that made her puss get steadily hotter and wetter.

The corset was bound around her like a leather sheath, one that made her back straighter and breathing a more deliberate operation. She doubted she’d be able to bend over when he was done. The chain he’d fastened around her was caught beneath the corset, pushed into her skin particularly around her waist. To her surprise, it wasn’t uncomfortable.

It just made her feel doubly bound.

To her surprise, the garment left her nipples bare. It had small crescents of leather instead of cups, which held her breasts up but didn’t cover the nipples. The crescents were lined with soft fur, which felt both decadent and wonderful. She could feel that the corset was cut high over her ass but dropped lower in the front.

When Reid was done, he knotted the cords and used a fastener that would keep them from moving. He ran his hands over her waist, evidently admiring her new hourglass shape. Then he leaned his face against the door beside hers. They were nose to nose. “Like it?”

Kendra nodded.

“Me, too.” He fingered something above her butt. “There are garters for stockings, too.” His gaze bored into hers. “You can wear it to work. Or even better, I’ll lace it on you once you get to work.”

Kendra felt her eyes widen and he smiled.

“We’ll just shut the door for a private meeting. Five minutes, maybe ten. I’ll get you all set up for the day, just to make sure you’re ready to work late.” He looked into her eyes for a moment, his own filled with anticipation, then stepped back to admire the view. “You really are enticing, Miss Jones,” he murmured. “I don’t think I can resist that ass of yours any longer.”

His jeans were gone in a heartbeat, his erection sheathed in a new condom. Kendra barely had time to catch her breath before he entered her from behind, filling her vagina with his thick cock. He was crushing her against the door, constraining her even more than he had before. He caught the top of the door in his hands and gripped it tightly, then eased in and out of her with a leisure that made her dizzy.

“Like the door, Miss Jones?”

She nodded and he kissed her shoulder. His tongue slid toward her neck, his breath warm against her. She moaned and he drove the fingers of one hand into her hair, holding her captive as he kissed her ear and her nape, as he bit her earlobe gently, as he moved in and out of her with excruciating slowness. She was already simmering but he was coaxing her to the boil, his fingers tightening around her head as he worked methodically and oh-so-very-slowly.

He pulled out of her and slid the head of his cock across her clitoris, teasing her with a feather light touch. Kendra felt like everything was too tight, his grip, the corset, her own skin, but she was bound so securely—and crushed beneath his hard strength so completely—that she couldn’t even shiver. He tormented her, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply, when to change his stroke, how to use his fingers and his tongue. The pressure built inside of her, a quiver starting deep inside her and radiating outward. Her need grew, but he was relentless. He chuckled in her ear, the fan of his breath making her skin tingle, then rained kisses on the back of her neck.

“You really like this,” he murmured and Kendra knew there could be no doubt of that. She was burning. She was going to explode. She was humming all the way down in her bones, and he was making it both worse and better, deliberately driving her onward.

“You can come this time, Miss Jones,” he whispered, then grazed her ear with his teeth. He was inside her again, his fingers leaving her hair to slide between her and the door. He touched her clitoris with his fingertips, teasing it with a light touch that left her aching for satisfaction. Then all with one smooth combination, he finished her off. He kissed the corner of her mouth, so sweet and gentle, pinched her clitoris hard and tipped his hips to drive deep inside her. Kendra roared as the explosion tore through her body, shouting into the gag until she was left shaking and spent.

And hanging bound from her bedroom door. She wanted to laugh out loud, but she couldn’t, not with the dish towel between her teeth.

Reid had leaned his forehead on her shoulder after his own release and exhaled. “Miss Jones, it’s possible you will kill me.”

He reached up and removed her gag, his gaze warm as he surveyed her.

“Only if you don’t kill me first, sir.”

“Okay?” he asked, concern in his tone.

“Incredible.”

“Good. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“No chance of that happening, if you keep this up.”

He said nothing to that, but crouched down to untie the rope. Kendra wondered what he had planned. He handed Kendra down from the door as if she was alighting from a carriage. She turned her back to him, expecting him to undo the corset. “Oh no, Miss Jones, you’ll leave the corset on. The shackles and shoes, too, I think. I’m not done with you yet.”

“By the way, I brought a gift for you.” He spoke with an idleness that made Kendra wary. He was at the door to her apartment and she saw only now that there was a box there. It was a black box, with a silver ribbon tied around it.

Kendra crossed the room and opened the box, her heart hammering. Inside was a heavy leather gag nestled on pale grey tissue paper, the stainless buckles on it large enough to look menacing. It had two straps that would go over her mouth, one with a thick pad for her to bite and a second with a cup that would lock over top. She must have worn a similar one at the shop.

She looked up to find Reid watching her, his eyes so blue they glittered. “Put it on, Miss Jones,” he said softly. “Familiarize yourself with your accessories.”

“I’d like a collar, sir.”

“Then you’ll have to earn it.” His tone was dismissive, but his eyes seemed to brighten. Kendra took hope from that.

She touched the gag, running her fingers over the leather. It looked savage, so rough that she found it both frightening and thrilling. Her heart was pounding as if she’d run a race. She removed it from the box with shaking hands, then passed the first strap over her mouth, biting down into it. She fastened it at the side, but Reid shook his head.

“It needs to be tighter,” he murmured, then stepped closer to secure it more tightly. His eyes narrowed as he checked the straps, then he nodded to her. Kendra wrapped the strap with the cup over the first one. It closed over her chin, then followed her jawline and covered her ears. Again, Reid tightened it, running his hands over the straps to check them.

Then he turned her to face the mirror. She looked like a sex toy in that corset, with her shackles and that gag. Her hair seemed blonder against the black leather, her eyes wider, her cheeks and breasts flushed.

She looked owned.

Reid stood behind her, satisfaction in his expression as he smiled at her.

She was his sex toy. Her puss quivered at that.

“Very nice,” he said quietly, almost purring the words. “Scream, Miss Jones.”

Kendra screamed. Her first cry wasn’t at the full volume she could make, because she didn’t fully trust the gag, but she didn’t even make a whimper. She shouted again, then, bellowed with all her might, and there was only the barest sound. She held his gaze in the reflection, noting how surprised she looked, even though she shouldn’t have expected anything else.

He, in contrast, looked confident. At ease. A man in control of his world—and his captive. Kendra thought of his promise of a safe room and her knees weakened.

Reid smiled. “Carry this in your purse, at all times, Miss Jones. You’ll never know when I’ll need it.” He leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “You’ll never know when I’ll command you to put it on.”

In a restaurant. In the office. In his car. Kendra nodded her agreement, feeling hot and faint at the possibilities.

“Now, bend over that chair, feet astride and ass in the air. You’ll hold the pose without being bound. I want to spank you one more time before I leave.”

* * *

It had been an ideal night, no matter how Reid looked at it.

The only problem was that he still wanted more of Kendra Jones. He’d had her half a dozen times, had her completely at his mercy most of the night, and instead of satisfying his curiosity—and diminishing his desire for her—he just wanted more.

If she had any boundaries, he didn’t know what they were.

If she wanted anything different from him than what he wanted from her, he couldn’t tell.

He still had the sense that everything was moving too quickly, more quickly than he usually allowed anything to happen, but he couldn’t stop now. He didn’t want to stop. Maybe her impulsiveness was infectious.

Maybe he was afraid that if he stopped to think about his urges, the momentum would be lost, along with the opportunity.

He wasn’t ready to risk that.

He was back in his hotel room, alone, and it was well after midnight. He called Jackson, knowing that the late hour didn’t matter. His butler answered on the second ring, just as always.

“Good evening, sir. Is everything well?”

“Yes, Jackson.”

“I neglected to ask you this morning, sir, when you would like to move into the house.”

“I’ll stay at the hotel for at least another week. You can let me know about the timing for the safe room’s preparation once you speak with the contractors.”

“Very good, sir.”

“Would it be possible for Mrs. Jackson and Mr. Tucker to be prepared for a dinner party on Wednesday night? Just myself and two others.”

“I’m quite certain it can be managed, sir. Do you have a time or a menu in mind?”

“It would be for eight. A business acquaintance, so I don’t know his tastes. Nothing exotic, just to be safe.”

“Of course, sir.”

“Tucker is at his best with French and California fusion. Ask him to decide based on what is most appealing. I doubt there’s fresh fish, but he is enterprising.”

“He has his sources, sir. I will pass along your suggestions.”

“Didn’t Forster arrive with the car yesterday?”

“Well, yes, sir.”

Reid noticed the butler’s hesitation and assumed that he and Forster were disagreeing again. Jackson had a very firm idea of the chauffeur’s place in the household. Forster’s opinion, while equally firm, was quite different. He’d expect them to cross swords, as it were, when arranging a new household.

He was confident the butler would see any issue resolved.

“Good, then I’d like to use it tomorrow afternoon. I know Forster likes to take Sundays off and there’s no need to trouble him...” In fact, Reid would much rather kidnap Miss Jones by himself.

Jackson cleared his throat.

“Is there a problem with the car, Jackson?”

“Not exactly, sir.”

“I don’t understand.”

Jackson inhaled with disapproval. “It was stolen from the driveway last night, sir.” His voice hardened. “Forster showed the lack of sense to leave the door open and the car running when he came into the house to ask about the garage doors.”

“It was stolen in that brief time?”

“Yes, sir. I am most sorry, sir. The police have been notified.”

That was strange. Reid hadn’t thought this sleepy city was so prone to petty crime. “Well, then, there’s nothing to be done. I’ll just use my car.”

“I do apologize for the inconvenience, sir. I should have mentioned the loss this morning, but we were so busy...”

“It’s not a problem, Jackson. These things happen. If that’s the worst misadventure to come of this move, I’ll be surprised. Did the police say the area was prone to car thefts?”

“They said there had been a rash of them in recent weeks, and suggested all vehicles be kept locked and in the locked garage at all times.”

“That seems sensible.”

“Your own vehicle is fine, sir?”

“I’ve had no issues, Jackson. Knock wood.”

“Indeed, sir.”

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow evening, Jackson.”

“Very good, sir.”

Reid stared at the phone after he’d ended the connection. He had a strange sense that the coincidental theft of the car wasn’t really a coincidence.

Was he becoming paranoid?

He knew there was no chance of his falling asleep anytime soon, even at the hour and after the night’s events. He paced the hotel room, then opened his briefcase. He didn’t really feel like working, but it was better than pacing. He saw the envelope from the courier, the one Jackson had given him that morning, and tugged it out.

He didn’t usually get couriered parcels at the house. He certainly didn’t receive them unexpectedly, and he hadn’t expected this one.