Edge (Parker Reed #2) (8 page)

“I won’t keep you there for long, Keely. I can be sadistic but I’m not a bastard.” He walked around me, brushing his fingers through my hair. “Your hair has grown since I saw you last.”

I waited, not responding until he gave me permission.

“I like it long.”

A gasp escaped my lips when my head was tugged back, my gaze meeting Parker’s. He grinned and captured my mouth in a hard, demanding kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth, pushing against mine. Fighting for that ounce of control that we both had lost since meeting so many months ago. Clenching my hands into fists, it took everything in me not to jump into his arms. Not to beg him to make love to me.

“I can feel you shaking,” he purred against my mouth.

Pushing into him, I deepened the kiss, pouring everything I had felt for him into that small touch.

Parker released me, still keeping a grip on my hair. He tilted my head, giving him better access to my neck. “I enjoy seeing you on your knees. But right now I need you completely bound to my control.” He rose to his full height and helped me to my feet. “I know you have a thing for the St. Andrew’s Cross.”

My heart skipped a beat when my gaze landed on the large X-shaped items lining the far wall.

“Choose your pleasure, pet,” he said in my ear, his voice deep and husky. He gave me a light swat on the rear.

I couldn’t help but smile as I made my way towards one of the crosses, the item being much bigger than I.

“Wait.”

I stopped in my tracks and turned back to him.

“I think we need to build more of the anticipation.” He walked over to a long cherry oak table that sat against the far wall. “Come here.” He held out his hand to me.

Closing the distance between us, I allowed him to pull me up onto the slab of wood. A layer of goose bumps spread on my body at the cool feeling of the hard object against my skin. Parker pulled my arms above my head, shackling them to the table. The clink of the chains hitting the floor every so often made my heart stutter with bated desire.

“Bound for my pleasure,” he breathed, restraining my feet with the leather shackles as well. “Seeing you on this table does something to me.” He pulled a ball gag from one of the many drawers in the cabinet and rested it on my tongue. “It stirs this darkness inside of me. The need for you is mind-blowing and I can’t control it.”

I panted around the red rubber ball that was in my mouth, at being restrained against the hard wood slab. The shackles around my wrists and ankles bit into my skin, sending a delicious wave of pain over my body. My head felt light, fuzzy even as I waited for Parker to take full control.

“You are so beautiful.” His gaze slid down the length of me, his eyes heating with an undying hint of lust and passion. It was so strong it burned its way into my skin. Branding itself into my heart; a raging inferno.

Parker gripped the edge of the table, sliding his other hand over my abdomen. My skin tingled under his soothing touch, goose bumps raising on my flesh. A wicked grin spread on his face before he slipped his hand between my legs, pushing a finger deep inside my body.

I moaned, closing my eyes, and allowed myself to feel the way my body reacted to just the touch of his hand. My nipples pebbled, hardening against the kiss of the cool air.

“Keep your eyes closed. Feel the pleasure I give you.” Parker’s words came out husky and rough.

I did as I was told, embracing the ecstasy that he was granting me.

A sharp pinch ignited through my body as a pinprick of pain exploded through my clit. It stung, almost like a tiny paper cut, but the agony soon turned into an erotic high. I gasped, moving my hips as best I could, needing to ride out the delicious pain. The stinging continued, sending a wave of heat spreading over my skin.

When the pinching stopped, Parker released me and gripped my ankles. He pushed them up on the table, spreading my legs wider. “Open your eyes.”

My gaze landed on him. His head was between my legs and before I could respond, his mouth was on my core.

Parker growled, the vibration travelling through me until I was writhing under him. “So fucking delicious.” He lapped at my center but didn’t allow me the release that I so desperately craved. He rose to an upright position, wiping his chin.

I whimpered, tears pooling in my eyes at the loss of the orgasm.

He chuckled and came around the side of the table. “I want you to come by the delicious pain I know you crave.”

My eyes widened, not knowing exactly what he meant.

He winked, spreading the folds of my pussy with his fingers. “Watch me, pet.”

I glanced down the length of my body.

He ran the pins of the Wartenberg Wheel against my clit. It was hard enough to bring tears to my eyes but not enough to be uncomfortable. “Come for me.” He pushed the wheel against the hardened nub once again.

A shockwave of pleasure exploded in my very being. I screamed around the gag. My body shook and convulsed, the release so strong, my vision faded in and out. The ecstasy mixing with the tingle of agony swirled into a cocktail of passion and fire.

In a quick move, he had me unshackled, the gag removed, and me on my feet before I could come down from the high of the orgasm. Keeping his arm around my waist, he walked me over to a large bench.

Parker moved behind me and bent me over the leather object. “This is called a Sawhorse. Except this one is a little modified.” He moved my body up the length of it so my chin rested in a stirrup, keeping my back straight and even while my arms and legs dangled over the sides. “I don’t want you uncomfortable while I’m fucking you. Kind of defeats the purpose.”

A soft smile spread on my lips.

“Color?”

“Green.” I let out a breath when he started strapping my wrists and ankles in the cuffs.

“Now for the next modification,” he said, brushing a hand down the length of my back.

My eyes widened as I was suddenly lifted into the air, the bench dropping out from under me. I watched as it lowered into the ground like it came out of some sort of science fiction movie. The next thing I knew, I was flipped onto my back, my wrists and ankles crossing over each other.

Parker grinned. “I bet they don’t have this toy in your books.”

I laughed, my body tingling at being completely exposed to him and there wasn’t a damn thing that I could do about it.

He ducked his head between my legs and kissed my bound wrists, all the while unbuckling his belt. “How do you feel?”

“Good. Excited. Turned on. But good.”

“When I was away, all I thought about was you. Your warmth. Your touch.” He gripped my hips, sinking into me slowly.

I moaned, completely restrained to the fullness of him deep inside of me.

When he bottomed out in my pussy, he paused. “The way your body becomes wet just from being bound excites yet terrifies me.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, frowning.

“I want to give you everything that you need. I want to be that man for you. But I don’t know if I can.”

“You can. You are…you are the perfect man for me.” My body clenched around his thick girth.

“I will damn well try to be. For you. Only you. God, Keely.” His hips sped up, slamming into me hard and fast.

The unexpected movements sent me over the edge fast and before I knew what was happening, I was screaming his name.

He didn’t let up. The chains that held me bound clanged above me. The sweet, heady scent of sex filled the room. “Come again, Keely. Come on my cock.” He leaned over me, grabbing my shoulders and pushed into me hard.

I gasped, my eyes widening as I felt him down to my soul. “Oh God.”

“That’s it. Let me hear you scream. I’ve missed hearing you screaming my name.”

“Harder,” I panted. “Please.” I threw my head back, gripping onto the chains.

“I’m going to fucking rip your sweet body open.” Wrapping his strong fingers around my ankle, he dug his teeth into my shin. His eyes remained glued to mine while he pumped his length in and out of me in slow, rough moves.

“Mmmm,” I purred.

A wicked glint flashed in eyes when he reached between us and pinched my clit.

My body shook, my legs trembling. “Sir. Oh God. Yes.”

“Come.
Now
.”

His name left my lips on a scream as I broke. An explosion so great slammed into me when a release shattered through me back to back that spots danced in my vision, my body feeling both light and whole.

Parker pulled out, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroked it hard and fast. He grunted, his warmth coating my mound and lower belly.

My heart picked up speed at the sight of him losing control of himself all over me. “Sir?” I questioned when he righted his pants.

He walked up to my head and cupped my nape. I whimpered when he gave it a light squeeze.

His dark eyes took my breath away as they held me captive in the depths of his stare. “Now you know who you belong to the next time you decide to flirt with Agent Cross.”

“GIRL, WHERE are you?”

I smiled at the concern in Troy’s voice. God, I missed him. It had only been a day since I saw him but it felt like months since I carried on a full conversation with him. Since I felt like myself. And now with Parker being back, sort of, I was more lost than ever.

“I needed some time away,” I lied. I hated lying. Especially to Troy. He was the one man that saved me from Devin. Although it never stopped Devin from finding me, Troy was the one to get me out of his clutches in the very beginning.

“Where did you go? You didn’t pack any clothes and your cell is still here.”

“I know, honey,” I whispered, my eyes welling with tears. “I’m sorry for not telling you. It was a last minute decision.”

“Did Jones take you? What about your protection?”

“He did and I’m fine. Honest.” At least that was the truth.

“Keely, I feel…I feel like I’m losing you.”

I crumpled to the floor at Troy’s confession and let the tears flow. “I know. I feel like I’m losing myself.”

He sighed. “I love you. I do. Please know that I’m here for you. So is Patrick.”

“I know.” We said our goodbyes and I told him that I would call him in a couple of days.

Never in all of my life had I lied to Troy more than I did in these past couple of weeks. I was no longer the Keely Price I once knew. I may have been broken and fragile before but now I was just bitter and confused as hell.

My body tingled. I felt Parker’s presence even before he touched me.

Rising to my feet, I hung up the phone and made my way back down into the dungeon, ignoring his stare.

I knew he was following me just by the way my heart beat hard against my ribcage. My body trembled, parts of me aching from the rough use of his touch only a couple of hours before. I never wanted him to stop. I needed him to control me completely. And although he knew this, I felt like he was holding back.

Reaching the makeshift bed that Parker had set up, I crawled onto the feather mattress and waited.

“Talk to me.”

I swallowed hard. “I hate lying to Troy.”

“What else?”

I met Parker’s gaze. “I hate that I flirted with Agent Cross to get a little more leeway. I’m desperate. I’ll do anything to get him off my back and away from you.”

Parker’s brows narrowed when he knelt in front of me. “Do I need to remind you again that you belong to me?”

“How long are we staying here?” I asked, ignoring his question and the hint of desire that spread through me.

“For a couple of days.” He looked away and went to stand up when I grabbed his hand.

“Please,” I pleaded. “I can feel you holding back. You want to talk. I’m talking but you need to as well.”

He sat on the ground and leaned against the wall, scrubbing a hand down his face. “We’re going to have company the day after tomorrow.”

“What? Who?”

“Greyson and his club.”

My eyes widened. “That’s a lot of alpha under one roof.” I smiled to myself. “Troy would love it.”

Parker chuckled softly and reached for my hand. Pulling me into his arms, he wrapped himself around me. “Hell’s Harlem is coming here to protect you.”

“What about the other guys? Your CIA boys?”

His jaw clenched. “There was a mole. Charlie Brook was leaking information to Devin.”

“When were you going to tell me this?” I asked, staring hard at him. I hadn’t known Charlie. He was always in hiding and never came around much like Colin had. I wasn’t really surprised that Devin was using him.

“I’m telling you now, aren’t I?”

“Parker, that—”  I yelped when he pinched my rear, glaring at him.

“Just because we are talking, I am still
Sir
to you. You best remember that, pet, if you know what’s good for you.”

I bit back a huff and looked down. “Sorry.”

He sighed and pinched my chin, placing a soft peck on my mouth. “No. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so cold. I just…this shit needs to end.”

“How did you know that I flirted with Agent Cross?” I asked, not liking the taste of those words in my mouth.

“I was in the limo when Jones dropped you off at the station.”