Dangerous (The Complete Erotic Romance Novel) (38 page)

“As tight as you can make it, Rex, please.” Kendra took a quick breath. “I like my bonds to be very tight.”

“She might be perfect, Reid.”

“She might be,” Reid admitted easily.

Heavy male hands landed on her shoulders, the feel of the leather making her pulse thunder. She was urged forward until she stubbed her toe on something metal.

“Reach up,” Reid instructed. Kendra felt a metal rack in front of her, like the support of a steel shelving unit. “Up on your toes and grab as high as you can.” There were holes cut in the metal frame, just like the shelving units in the loading dock at Esperanza.

Was that where they were? She couldn’t be sure.

Kendra grabbed the highest one she could. She was on the tip of her toes, almost hanging from her fingertips.

“That ass needs to be spanked,” Rex said.

“Everything in time,” Reid replied. “Let’s get that corset tight first.”

“We should work together,” Rex suggested. “That way, it’ll definitely be tight enough for Miss Jones.”

“And we don’t want to disappoint her, do we?” Reid replied, the dark intent in his voice making Kendra’s knees melt.

She was wet just thinking about Rex’s game, and couldn’t imagine who would lie first.

It might be her.

But would she be given the chance?

* * *

The factory looked different at night, the half-light making it seem to be filled with possibilities that would have been unreasonable in the day time. The shadows were deep, and Reid’s thoughts were such that he was imagining all the corners where he could savor Miss Jones.

Or keep her helpless.

“What do you think?’ he asked conversationally, knowing Miss Jones was listening avidly. “Cable ties? Rope? Tape?”

“Depends if you want her gagged,” Rex said. He was looking about himself as they walked through the factory floor, his gaze lingering on sewing machines and bolts of fabric. His attention returned repeatedly to the hooded and corseted Miss Jones. She walked ahead of Reid, guided by the weight of his hand was on the back of her neck. Every ten paces he stopped and spun her in place, enjoying the way her lips were parted. She stumbled a little in those heels if he turned her quickly, looking both luscious and vulnerable in a way that made him yearn for that safe room to be ready.

“It’s always best to gag Miss Jones securely,” he said, watching her as he spoke in a hard tone. “She tends to be very vocal in her pleasure.”

“Would anyone hear her here?”

“Probably not, but I like how she looks gagged.”

“But I like that mouth,” Rex noted, reaching over to run his gloved hand roughly over her lips. She shivered, her body soft and compliant.

She was so wet. The whole place smelled of her puss, proof positive that she was loving this.

“Some women have more explosive orgasms when gagged,” Reid noted. “Do you find that, Miss Jones?”

“Being gagged makes me feel more helpless, sir, and that’s exciting.”

“But?” Rex asked, obviously hearing that she had more to say.

“I love the blindfold best, Rex. Thank you for the hood.”

“Because being blind makes you feel powerless?”

She swallowed visibly. “Yes, Rex.”

The two men exchanged a glance.

“We’ll bind her first, so she can tell us if she’s uncomfortable,” Reid said. “Then we’ll gag her to silence.” He was thinking of tape, lots of it, of Miss Jones gagged so securely that she could barely mew.

And then there was that gag in her purse. He got harder, recalling how good it looked on her.

“Or not,” Rex countered, his objection annoying Reid. “I’ll bet she gives a good blow job with that mouth.”

“She does,” Reid admitted. That was one thing he didn’t want to witness.

Actually, he didn’t want to watch her being shared, either. He kept thinking she would call Mayday, but his Miss Jones was always ready to give a new sensation a try.

Was Reid?

Not gagging her had the advantage of letting her call it all off.

“Then we’ll flip over the gag, once we have her bound helpless,” Rex concluded.

“What do you think, Miss Jones?” Reid demanded. He wanted to ensure that she stayed in the moment, actively participating in their game.

“The decision is yours, sir.” Her voice sounded strained and Reid was optimistic that he’d discovered a limitation to her fantasies. If so, he wanted to make sure she was as aware of this one as he was.

“It is,” he agreed with resolve. “The one advantage of gagging you is that you can’t use a safe word. You’d be completely at our mercy.” He said this easily, then watched her swallow.

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you want to be gagged, Miss Jones?”

“Only if you wish me to be gagged, sir.”

Rex nodded approval of this, his eyes brightening in anticipation.

Reid urged Miss Jones onward. “One thing I’d like right now is for you to beg to be bound helpless.”

Her lips parted, then shut again, no sound coming out.

He’d found a boundary. Begging didn’t come naturally to her. “And then you’ll beg for us to play Rex’s game,” Reid continued.

She still made no sound.

“Miss Jones? Did you hear me?”

“Yes, sir.” Her voice was husky and he loved the sound of it.

“Start now, please. You can’t be sure how long you’ll have. I might be compelled to gag you without warning. We might get carried away and need to ensure your participation in any way we can.”

She shivered. He felt it beneath his hand.

But she didn’t use her safe word. “Yes, sir. Of course, sir. Please bind me helpless, Rex. Please gag me to silence, if that’s your desire. Please tie me tightly and truss me helpless...”

Rex nodded approval, watching Kendra as they entered the small office. Reid unlocked the door to his office and led Kendra to the small conference table there. She was still entreating Rex to tie her up but running out of ways to say it.

Rex opened her purse and took out the cable ties and tape, setting them on the table. “Nice heavy cable ties,” he said. “You must want to ensure that you have no chance of escape, Miss Jones.”

“I have no chance of escape, Rex. I have surrendered and signed a contract.” She licked her lips in a most enticing way. “I am my master’s toy for as long as he wants me.”

Reid fitted his hands around her waist and lifted her to sit on the table, knowing exactly how he wanted her tonight.

“On your knees, Miss Jones.” She quickly did as he instructed, kneeling in front of him. “Knees apart.” She parted her thighs and the smell of her sweet heat of her made him harder.

“I like the white gloves, Miss Jones.”

“And the shoes,” she said, as spirited as ever.

“But you knew I liked them already.” He unfurled a length of tape, letting her hear the sound of it unwrapped. With a quick move, he bound her left wrist to her left ankle. He wound the tape around her wrist again and then around the instep of the shoe, adding two more laps to ensure she couldn’t move.

Then he bound her right ankle to her right wrist.

“Struggle,” Rex invited and she did, her knees sliding on the slick surface of the table. The corset was very tight, pulling her waist in to a remarkably small size. Her breasts were flushed, the silver nipple clamps shining against her skin. The chain he’d fitted around her glistened where it could be seen, and her lips were parted.

On impulse, Reid took the rope and bound her elbows to her waist, running a number of rounds around her body. She shuddered after he knotted it and he stepped back to admire the view.

She looked helpless.

Captive.

Owned.

“Are you comfortable, Miss Jones?”

She nodded, her mouth working in silence.

“Answer me, Miss Jones.”

“As comfortable as a toy bound helpless can be, sir.”

Reid took out a vial of unguent from his pocket and Rex smiled. “Love that,” he murmured and Kendra was at attention. “Most popular product we ever made.”

Reid removed his glove and put some of the unguent on Kendra’s hungry snatch, taking his time to rub it into her labia. Her mouth opened and her head fell back, her hips moving against his fingers as he caressed it more deeply. She moaned softly. She was rocking on her knees, almost humming with desire, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist her for long.

He glanced toward Rex who had taken out his cell phone and alarm shot through him. “No pictures,” he said, his tone more harsh than he intended. “It’s in our contract.”

Rex put his phone away with obvious reluctance.

He nodded to Rex. “We’ll flip for the gag.”

“And for who gets her first,” Rex agreed.

“Care to place a small wager on who fibs first, Miss Jones?” Reid asked, giving her one last chance to stop the scene.

“That’s easy, sir,” she said. “It’ll be me.”

Reid tried to hide his surprise. “Then we’ll have to start with punishment, Rex. This naughty little slave needs to learn a lesson.”

“Or two,” Rex agreed, and balanced a coin on his thumb. “You call the first toss, Reid.”

* * *

Chapter Fifteen

Kendra knew it was Rex who kissed her. It was a good kiss, but not as firm or as exciting as Reid’s kisses.

She guessed it was Rex who bound her so completely with the rope, winding it around her over and over again. The tape that Reid had used and the rope around her waist clearly wasn’t enough for her captor, and she remembered Reid saying that Rex liked presents well-wrapped. Her ankles were bound together, her wrists lashed to her ankles. The rope was knotted over and around her a thousand times, pulled so tight that she could barely shiver. Her puss was bare, open and hungry for whatever they’d give her, quivering in invitation. It was hot and wet, ready. The corset was tight, so confining that she could barely take a breath.

She was at their mercy, then. The very idea made her shiver.

She heard them walk around her and bit back on her desire to ask a question or say anything. She felt a leather-gloved finger sliding beneath her bonds, heard them discuss the merits of Rex’s technique.

She was encased in a harness of rope.

“Comfortable, Miss Jones?”

“Captive, sir.”

Rex chuckled. She felt the fan of his breath against her ear. “We could do anything we wanted to you.”

“Yes.”

“And there’s nothing you can do, Miss Jones?” Reid murmured on her other side. Kendra felt her nipples tighten at his proximity, and tried to arch her back when he caressed one breast.

“Nothing but use the safe word.” She sounded breathless, and felt that way.

“This would be your chance,” Rex whispered.

“That’s the last thing I want to do,” Kendra admitted.

Both men chuckled, then she was lifted into the air. She wasn’t sure who picked her up, only that she couldn’t change her pose even when she was in the air. She was set on her knees on the carpet, the faint hint of cigar smoke confirming that they were at Esperanza.

In Reid’s office.

Hands framed her head then, and she guessed what was going to happen. She opened her mouth and a cock touched her bottom lip. She licked the head, tasting the salt of a man on the verge of release, then slowly took him into her mouth.

It had to be Rex. This cock was thicker and larger than Reid’s, more than a mouthful. She could have gagged on the sheer size of it, but knew that would be a mistake. At least he let her set the pace. She fought the sense that Reid was the perfect fit for her, no matter how he possessed her, and concentrated on pleasing Rex. If this was a test, she was going to pass it with flying colors.

She moved quickly and then slowly. She listened to his breath and noticed the way his grip changed, adapting her moves to drive him wild. She used her tongue and her lips and only the gentlest of grazes of her teeth.

The best part was that Kendra tingled with the certainty that Reid was watching closely. She could almost feel his gaze upon her. She wanted him to be the first to bang her, and the last, and actually, the only one who claimed her.

She didn’t want to be shared. It was a surprising realization. What made the idea of being shared hot was surrendering control of her body to Reid. She wanted it to be up to him—but in the act of sucking off Rex, Kendra realized that she wanted him to decide
not
to share her. She wanted the threat of being given away, but not the reality.

What she wanted was Reid’s undivided attention.

It was a bit late to recognize that her fantasy had qualifications. It was too late to use to safe word to stop this act. She didn’t want to use it at all, in case sharing her was one of Reid’s fantasies. She knew he liked control and wasn’t that the ultimate control over a slave? Taking her or leaving her?

She worked steadily to build Rex’s pleasure, not daring to protest, even as her thoughts spun. She licked her lips and arched her back, trying to make an appealing sight. She felt him get harder and thicker, tasted the first drip of his semen. She moved with more enthusiasm to drive him over the edge and heard him catch his breath. His fingers tightened around her head, his grip tight, and she felt the heat from his skin. She suckled and licked and tightened her mouth around him.