Binding Her to Him (Dupree Investigations Book 1)

by Tl Reeve

He growled, fisting his hand in her short crop of hair. “That’s much better.”

  She melted. Everything inside her wanted to preen at the attention he was showering on her. For years after their horrid breakup, she wondered if she’d ever find that one person who could fulfill every one of her lust-filled desires. However, her first scene with Phoenix cemented the yearning for the D/s relationship she’d craved for years—even if he’d been an asshole.

  Turned away from him, Kennedy tried to peer over her shoulder. Curiosity got the better of her as she waited to see what Phoenix would mete out for her punishment.

  “Eyes on me, kitten.” Jagger sat across the room, with his legs crossed at the knee and the front of his pants open. His hand was cupping his balls through the material, while the tip of his erection stretched up to his stomach. God, that’s so damn hot. She could feel her pussy clench and her cream coat her upper thighs. His gaze locked with hers, and a slight smirk tugged at his lips.

  “Oh yeah, tease him, baby,” Phoenix snarled. “Let’s give him a little show, shall we?” Stepping directly in front of her, he nuzzled her cheek and his lips brushed against her jaw. “Ready,” he murmured, lifting his hand to cup her breast.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.

  “I’ll want your complete surrender, Kennedy,” he whispered pinching her nipple between his fingers.

  “I’m ready, Sir.” Her eyes closed and her head lolled onto her shoulder. Each tug sent her higher. Kennedy gasped when his wet and warm mouth closed over the taut peak. She felt each suck of his mouth in her sex as he flattened the bead against the roof of his mouth. She moaned then hissed as a clamp bit into her sensitive flesh. “Oh, Phee…Sir,” she squealed going to her tiptoes when he tightened the apparatus down.

  “Perfect,” he groaned, before pressing open-mouth kisses between her breasts. Taking the neglected stiff nipple into his mouth, he sucked harder than before. The man could make her dizzy with the way he tormented her poor body into submission. Worst part, he only just begun.

  Peering at Jagger with a heavy lidded gaze, she watched him stroke his thick cock and fondle his sac with a lazy ease. Her mouth watered. She wanted to wrap her lips around his engorged flesh while Phoenix fucked her from behind. The desire to please both of them was heady and desperate—foreign, but tempting nonetheless.

  “I want your ass Kennedy. It might not be tonight, but it will be sooner rather than later.” Phoenix sauntered back over to the table and held up a small butt plug.

  Her breath hitched. She knew the significance of anal sex to a dominant. It represented his ability to claim her completely and that no orifice in her body was safe from his use. She was to be open and ready for him at all times. At just the thought of being at his beck and call, a heady rush of desire coiled in her belly.

  Phoenix pressed his chest against her back and lowered his head to kiss a path down her neck and across her shoulder. “So beautiful, spread your legs a little more, baby. Let Jagger see how wet and swollen your pussy is.” Reaching around her, his finger slid through her slit and gathered her juices on his finger. Kennedy shivered and opened her legs more, tilting her body out to Jagger’s lust-filled gaze. Her hips rolled with each swipe of Phoenix’s fingers. She tried in vain to keep the contact between them, not wanting to lose the heady mixture of desire rolling through the room.

  “You don’t control this, sweetheart.” The smack of her ass being swatted by Phoenix filled the room. He knees turned to jelly. She cried out writhing against the bonds holding her upright. “That’s it, sweetheart, take it. Take the heat and the pain and let it flow through you.” His words were thick with arousal and need.

  Again he smacked her ass, setting it on fire while his fingers tweaked her clit and teased her slit. By the time he pulled back, she was completely on edge. Her breathing came fast. Her clit pulsed with the beat of her heart. She knew if he touched her again, she’d climax hard. Pressing her ass into his palm she silently pleaded with him, only garnering another smack of his hand. “Sir,” she cried closing her eyes.

  “Stay still like a good girl,” he crooned. Behind her, she felt the cold glide of his fingers between her butt cheeks and knew what he was about to do. “Relax, I’ve got you.” She felt one finger tease her virgin ass. Phoenix pushed only the tip of his finger into her rear then retreated. She went higher with every inch he gained until his fingers were scissoring her open. His groans of approval heated her even more until she was rubbing her thighs together to relieve the tension building there.

  “Don’t do that, let me help you.” Phoenix’s gravelly voice forced her eyes open. Kennedy swallowed hard. His thumb rubbed her clit while his forefinger slowly filled her.

  With strokes meant to pleasure her, but not quite give her the release she craved, he worked her body. At the same time, she felt the blunt tip of the plug push against the rosette of her ass. “Oh God,” she moaned. “I can’t take it. It’s too much.” Shaking in the shackles that held her up, she shook her head when Phee added a second finger and applied more pressure to her nub.

  “Take it for us, Kennedy. You can do it. Just breathe.” Jagger said from across the room, coaxing her to relax. With each deep breath she took, the plug fit into her until the toy slipped into place.

  “Look at that. You took it all.” Phoenix circled her clit alternating his ministrations with a tap of his fingers until her body shuddered and her eyes squeezed shut. “Come on my fingers, darlin’.”

  Kennedy screamed. Scorching pleasure seared her flesh and blinding lights exploded behind her eyelids. Her hips bucked against his hand, and his rough grunt sent her tumbling again. By the time she caught her breath and glanced up, Jagger was pumping the angry looking flesh between his legs as Phoenix drug the zipper of his pants opening.

  “I had so much more planned,” he grunted. “But I can’t wait,” he growled. “Fuck.”

  She quivered in anticipation. She missed being in his arms. She missed the way he pinned her down with his first thrust, claiming her body like a Neanderthal. His cock slid through her slit, gathering up her juices. His tip teased her clit, and she gritted her teeth. He was being an asshole. He knew she needed him inside her more than the next breath, but he was content to take his time. “Phee,” she whined. “Please…”

  “No. Say it the proper way, Kennedy. Say fuck my pussy, Sir,” he snarled.

  “Please fuck my pussy, Sir. I need you so bad,” she cried, twisting in the bindings holding her up.

  “So pretty. What do you think, Jagger, should I?” His hips brushed against her ass, causing her to hiss.

  “If you don’t, I will. Mother fuck,” he groaned, tugging on his balls. “I’m about ready to blow.”

  Phoenix’s hand fisted in her short-cropped hair and yanked her head back. “Do you see what you do, baby. You drive us wild. You drive me insane.” Seconds before he filled her, she heard the tear of a foil wrapper. He touched her everywhere, consuming her with his body. “So fucking hot and tight. God, I’m going to cum so deep inside you,” he said retreating and filling her again. “Watch Jagger, baby.”

  Her gaze found Jagger’s, and she sucked in a breath. The rhythm of his hand followed the pace Phoenix set. With each pump of Jagger’s hand, she felt her lover fill her. Canting his hips, Phoenix slipped farther into her. Each thrust took her higher, and just when she didn’t think she could take any more, he pulled on the plug buried in her ass countering each pump of his hips. Her body tightened on her impending orgasm. Kennedy’s heart raced, and her blood rushed through her.

  “Phoenix,” the rumble of Jagger’s voice made her attention snap back to his. She watched the rise and fall of his hips while his hand stroked his cock in harsh pulls. His chest heaved and a shudder worked through him. “Ah fuck, man.”

  Kennedy cried out, feeling her own climax bearing down on her, “Please, Phee. Oh please, oh please.” She felt Phoenix’s hand snake around her waist and settle over her clit. His free hand held her hip in a dea
th grip as he pounded into her. All three of them were moaning and shouting as they climbed the hill together. Reaching up, he released first the left clamp then the right from her nipples. Blood rushed back into the tight beads and she sucked in a breath.

  “Give it to me, Kennedy. Now!” Phee grunted behind her as he dropped the clamps to the floor. Hammering into her, he pinched her clit and she screamed. Her release slammed through her with such force it stole her breath and her senses. Kennedy’s pussy rippled. Her body jerked in his arms, riding the waves of her pleasure.

  Then and only then did Phoenix let go. He fucked her like a man starved, rutting into her until he roared. She felt him throb deep inside her. A wave of possessiveness rushed through her. Never had she felt so alive and desired. For long moments, he stood there kissing the backs of her shoulders and holding her to him. Soon she felt him pull from her. She missed the way he could fill her up, but also knew this would never be a onetime thing again.

  Slowly and gently, Jagger and Phee worked together to release her and, before she realized it, she was sitting on Phoenix’s lap on the couch. With great care, he rubbed the circulation back into her achy arms. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

  “You’re not bad yourself,” she said with smiled, snuggling down into his embrace.

  Chapter Seven

  Staring up at the plain brown building in the warehouse district, Kennedy shook her head. The plan seemed simple enough. Phoenix’s team and Eric would back her and Phoenix up. If anything went sideways, they’d jump in and help out. Hopefully that didn’t happen. But, with its ratty exterior, the place looked abandoned. There wasn’t a line waiting to get in, nor could they hear any music thumping through the walls of the place, so any plan they had lost its merits. In that moment, she had second thoughts. The whole vibe of the club was completely…off. Kennedy yanked at the flimsy gold lamé dress that barely covered her, and swore to everything holy and unholy she would kill Eric before the night was over.

  As she stood there with Phoenix, she felt exposed yet extremely turned on. She could feel his heated gaze on her exposed back. The tiny hairs on her nape stood at attention while she took in her surroundings. It seemed old feelings never changed, in fact they got better. In the last few days Kennedy had been with Phoenix, she had been…happy. The love she felt for him returned piece by piece.

  Plus, the sex had been out of this world.

  Kennedy glanced around and took note of the nonexistent exterior safety lighting. The parking lot, if that’s what you’d like to call it, had only three working lights, and security in and around the area was lax. Any vagrant could piss on the corner of the building or snatch a purse from a tipsy patron or a sub lost in thought with little to no problem. Privacy shrubs along the side were overgrown and disheveled. Anyone from a petty thief to murderer could lie in wait for an unsuspecting victim. Her skin crawled at the thought of what the inside of the club would be like.

  “Shit,” Eric muttered.

  The same thought rolled through Kennedy’s head too. This place was nine levels of hell. She could feel it. “Well, might as well head in.” Her voice quivered momentarily, and she had to swallow down her revulsion. What had Ava been thinking coming here? Walking up to the front door of the club, she could finally hear the thrum of music coursing through the place. “Are we ready?”

  “Yeah, let’s get this over with,” Phoenix groused, placing his hand on the small of her back.

  Heat radiated from his touch and spread through her extremities. Kennedy’s belly clenched, and her breath hitched. The thin scrap of material called panties dampened with each second he continued to touch her. She was sure if there was enough light all of the men behind her would see her skin flush.

  “Damn baby,” Phoenix growled. His hand splayed against her lower belly and his chest pressed against her back. His lips brushed against her neck and she shivered in his hold. “You’re killing me.”

  Walking into the building, they stopped short. Two security guards blocked the door leading into the interior of the club. They weren’t anything like Jagger or York. They were more muscle than brains. More easily persuaded to fight than find a reasonable solution. When asked for their identification, Kennedy showed the fake some of the geeks at the police department put together for them, and then waited as the others did the same. Within moments they were being ushered inside the club.

  The place wasn’t overly packed, but it wasn’t empty either. Techno-trance music flowed through the speakers while bodies on the dance floor moved to the beat. Kennedy watched one couple, momentarily entranced by the way their bodies connected and almost became one with each shift of their hips. Then she saw it. They were actually having sex on the dance floor. The girl’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, and guy behind her stiffened. Kennedy’s stomach turned over in revolt. This was definitely not the place for her.

  As they walked further into the club, she knew not even a bath in scalding hot water with antibacterial soap would wash the funk off her. The smell of mold and dirt clung to everything and mingled with the sounds and scents of fornication. The stench of stale beer and piss wiped out every other scent. God she couldn’t wait to get out of there.

  Nothing about this club screamed BDSM or kink. Unless your kink happened to be sleazy dark corners and nasty fuckers. When she turned around to tell Phoenix she had second thoughts, he’d disappeared. At some point, the guys had fanned out and left her to her own devices. Shit.

  Kennedy leaned against the bar, afraid to order anything. But, she had a part to play. Before she could open her mouth and order a beer, a man saddled up to the bar next her. Kennedy studied him. His black hair was slicked back against his head. His round face was covered in a day’s worth of scruff. His broad nose eclipsed his thin lips. One word came to mind while she studied the man, Lothario. He wore a silk black shirt and too-tight leather pants that gave him a muffin top. She was sure if he shifted toward her, he’d have a little dunlap disease going on.

  She groaned inwardly when he turned his attention to her. Beady brown eyes sparkled with devious intent when he licked his lips. “You’re new here,” he purred, stepping closer to her.

  Kennedy had to mentally force herself not to cringe or move away from the guy. She was there for her job. She had to do this for Ava. “Yeah, I am. Actually to the whole area,” she smiled tightly.

  “Oh, a newcomer? How do you like New Orleans so far?” he asked, scooting just a bit closer to her.

  “It’s different,” she muttered.

  “Nothing else in the world like it.” Flagging over the bartender, he smiled. “Can I buy you a drink?”

  Shit. “Sure.” Turning to the bartender she asked for a domestic beer little foam. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the quick nod of the Lothario’s head and she stilled. Son of a bitch he’s working fast.

  Handing her a golden hued brew, he smiled. “Drink up.” Clinking his smaller glass against hers, he leaned against the bar, staring at her expectantly.

  Lifting the glass to her lips, she kept her mouth closed. She felt the hard press of a body bouncing off hers and spilled her drink all over the floor. “I’m so sorry, ma’am,” York’s slurred words made her bite the inside of her cheek before she laughed. Kennedy relaxed marginally in that moment. Her partner and Phoenix’s crew had her back.

  “My dress, you asshole,” she quipped, giving her would-be date a little show.

  “What the fuck is your problem man?” While dark and smarmy tossed vague threats at York that he had no intention of backing up, she slipped away undetected and took a deep breath. Damn, this is going to be a long assed night.

  “Some people can be real assholes around here.” Kennedy sagged when another man approached. He wasn’t like smarmy, but he still gave her the willies. Blond with green eyes, the guy stood just at six feet tall, with an athletic build. Nothing at all like Phoenix.

  His smile was sinister and his gait was that of a predator stalking his prey. Shit
she was in over her head. “I must have, ‘asshole magnet,’ tattooed across my forehead,” she laughed.

  His gaze slid over her and he bit his lip. “Honey, I don’t see anything tattooed on you anywhere.” Ha, little did he know about the little heart tattoo she’d gotten when she was eighteen. It was her profession of love to Phoenix that turned into a daily reminder of how stupid she’d been.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” she said swallowing the nausea rolling in her stomach.

  “Can I buy you a drink, or something a little more…interesting?” Bingo.

  “Interesting? Hmm, I like that. What do you have?” She glanced over his right shoulder and saw Phoenix moving closer. His face was dark and brooding. His gaze held a deadly intent that made her heart rate quicken and her breathing pick up. She only hoped drug boy didn’t notice.

  “Why don’t we go find us a place to talk privately? I have someone I’d like you to meet.” He held his hand out for her to take, and she knew it was now or never. If they were going to find the person responsible for Ava’s murder she had to do this.

  “Okay.” Taking his hand, she glanced back over her shoulder to see Phoenix standing there. His hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. Dark locks of his silky hair blocked her view of his face. As if feeling her gaze on him, he lifted his head slightly, and she gasped. The murderous intent written all over his features scared the shit out of her, but also turned her on more than she was willing to admit.

  As she followed the yuppie guy into the VIP section, dread and a healthy dose of fear snaked through Kennedy. So far yuppie guy wasn’t making too much of a move on her, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. With his hand at the small of her back, he guided her over to one of the more intimate booths.

  Unlike the club up front, this place was busier. Every table was full, including the booths surrounding the one she took a seat at. A small stage at the front of the room drew her curiosity. “Watch,” her blond escort said, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.