Bind Me [Pact of Seduction 1]

by Stacey Kennedy

  Bella struggled away, approached Reed, and glared. “You have some explaining to do.” She poked his chest. “You don't get to leave her like you did last night, regardless of how good it was, then just show up here like some hero. Marley might be okay with what happened, but I'm not."

  Reed glanced at her finger jabbing his chest before he looked back to her. He could count the number of times a woman had treated him as Bella did now on one finger. It took guts, and her tenacity amused him. “As much as I appreciate that you're loyal to Marley—and respect that you are looking out for her—I believe that is a conversation I need to have with her, not you."

  Bella's eyes narrowed as she continued to poke his chest. “If I hear that you have done anything to not make her blissfully happy, I will hunt you down and make you regret the day you contacted her. Do I make myself clear?"

  Her lips parted to issue another round of demands, but Reed interjected before she could. “I hear your warning.” He removed her finger from his chest and then squeezed her wrist. “But I would recommend if you decide to follow Marley's actions and choose to fulfill a BDSM fantasy, lose the attitude before you go, or you'll have a mighty sore ass when you leave."

  "I'm glad you heard me.” The stern set of Bella's face vanished, her eyes went wide, and a blush rose to her cheeks. “Wait. What?"

  "You're going.” Marley gave her a shove toward the other women. “Right now."

  Reed had never seen women move so fast; Sadie and Kyra practically ran from the room, and Bella stumbled as she followed. He focused on Marley, who had taken her seat again and still stared at him. Too many emotions ran across her face to pinpoint where her thoughts lay. He steadied himself to do something he'd never done before, dug down into his heart, and embraced his emotions. “I've come to apologize."

  Marley blinked, the confusion clearing from her eyes, replaced by irritation. “Damn right you should."

  Her curt tone stung, but he deserved her anger and would see to appease her. “I shouldn't have left you like I did, and I'm here to ask for your forgiveness."

  "Ahh...” Her expression turned mystified. “Well...” She lifted her chin, clearly trying to hide the fact that his apology surprised her. “It's good you realize how much of a jerk you were."

  "I do, and I'm more sorry than I can say. My duty as your dom is to handle your aftercare when a scene is over. It should've been me, not Raven, to make sure you were all right with what happened between us and to ensure you were settled. I left you at a vulnerable time and will forever regret my choice to fail you."

  Marley laughed, showing her anger had lessened, which pleased him. “The word fail doesn't belong in what happened last night."

  Either she wasn't as angry as she first put off, or she was too happy to see him to stay mad. Whatever it was, it pleased him, and the sound of her amusement sent a wave of warmth right to his heart. “You enjoyed the experience, then?"

  "Immensely.” She held his gaze in a way she never would have done when they first met. “Nothing happened I would change. I've never experienced anything so intense in my life. Well, except for the way you left."

  He knelt in front of her and took her hands. “I didn't sleep last night contemplating what happened."

  Reed joined her on the couch, rested his hand on her thigh, and squeezed, aware of her breath whooshing from her lungs. The reaction didn't shock him—his presence would unravel her. Now submissive, her mind would be drawn back to the events between them. Memories, he imagined, of what she had experienced. It pleased him to see her react so intensely, because he had the same feelings too. “There is something about you—something I want to lose myself in.” He caressed her cheek with his thumb. “After we completed the scene and I held you, I didn't want to let go."

  "You didn't?"

  "No, I didn't.” He'd never told anyone this. “You're the first woman I've had sex with since my relationship with my lifestyle submissive, the woman I loved, ended two years ago."

  "You haven't been with anyone in that long?"

  He chuckled at the surprise in her eyes—she had no idea what she did to him—and he inclined his head. “You, Marley, make me want to break my rules. I know enough to declare it now, or I'll forever regret it. I'm not a man who loves easily.” He gave her a stern look. “My heart has been broken once, and since then I've never wanted to be attached, nor have I ever met a submissive I wanted to call my own—to control more out of a need for myself than a duty to the sub. Do you understand the difference?"

  Happiness shone in her expression, and she smiled. “I do, but—"

  He raised his hand to stop her next words of why and how. Of course, he expected her to doubt him. Hell, he'd doubted himself for the last eight hours, but in the end, she remained on his mind. “We don't have to rush into anything—all I'm asking for is a chance and some time to get to know each other outside of the lifestyle."

  "You want to get to know me?"

  "I do.” Reed wanted to know all of her—every little piece that made up Marley. A spark had been lit, one he didn't understand and one he'd never experienced before—he refused to waste it.

  The confusion showing in her gaze indicated her inability to accept what he said as true. “Are you saying you want to date me?"

  "That's the idea.” Date, love, dominate—he wanted it all.

  "And what about in the lifestyle?” Excitement lit her beautiful eyes, and her cheeks flushed.

  Reed squeezed his hand tighter around her face in a show of domination. “Last night you gave yourself to me and I accepted you. It would be my honor to show you more of what the submissive role could bring to your life."

  "So you want to be my dom too?"

  Reed shook his head. So much she needed to learn, but he was more than happy to teach her. “It's not a matter of want. I already am.” He gathered her in his arms. “Where is your bedroom?"

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  Chapter Six

  Marley tried to get a grip on all this but failed. When Reed showed up on her doorstop, she'd tried to stay angry with him, but in truth she was blissfully happy he'd come. This all seemed like a big dream—one she waited to wake up from. Yet as he proceeded into her bedroom, kicked the door closed behind him, and set her down, she hoped if she was dreaming, it'd last forever.

  The gentle man she'd seen minutes ago had vanished, replaced by the dominant one she'd witnessed last night. “Undress yourself."

  Marley removed her clothing without hesitation, eager to please him, and waited for further instruction.

  The silence drew on until finally Reed broke the awkward moment by arching his eyebrow. “I would hope I do not need to remind you of protocol."

  Marley dropped to her knees, comprehending his statement. His gaze said it all; he now controlled the moment, and she understood what he meant about the difference between in a scene and out of one. A moment ago, he'd shown no signs of dominance, but here Reed was her dom. Not to be questioned, and by God, she relished his control.

  She laced hands behind her back, stared at his knees, and remained that way even when he turned toward her dresser. He took something off the top, but she never saw what he had.

  He strode back to her and stopped when his feet touched her knees. “Look at me.” She glanced up to find he had wrapped her hemp belt around both hands.

  Reed smiled. “I love how your eyes burn like they are now. It was my intention to arouse you by using this on that sweet ass of yours, yet you've pleased me by already getting there. Stand before me."

  Marley did as he asked, instantly met by soft fabric against her breasts as he ran the belt over her taut nipples. Reed placed his hand around her nape to draw her close while he pressed his lips against hers. Marley sighed, parting her mouth to allow his tongue entry. His hand tightened to deepen the kiss to a point Marley had never experienced before. More than a statement to bring forth arousal—meant more to steal her thoughts and stop time.

  He backed a
way, nibbled along her jaw, and treated her skin in the splendid embrace of his mouth. The swagger he possessed and the physical attraction she held for him set her aflame, but the confidence in which he kissed, as if he knew all her hidden places that made her tingle, was what sent her arousal to a level she could hardly control.

  After a firm bite on her neck causing Marley to gasp, Reed reached down to her hand, placed the belt through the loop to create a handcuff of sorts, and pulled it tight.

  "You have a fondness for being bound, and I plan to play on that desire.” His voice dropped an octave. “But for now I'm limited since we're at your home.” He pulled on the belt tied around her wrist and led her to the wrought-iron bed. “Though being limited doesn't mean I can't be creative."

  "I want you to be creative—downright sinfully imaginative, Sir."

  Reed shifted Marley into the center of the bed. He raised her arms above her head and looped the belt through the bars on the headboard. “I realize we're not alone in the house and I imagine you'll want to be modest, but if you won't scream your pleasure for me—I insist you had better find another way to show me your appreciation."

  "Yes, Sir.” The way Reed touched her so gently was such a contrast to the desire in his eyes. She squeezed her thighs together tight in response to ease the throb that reached her clit.

  After tying the remaining belt around her other wrist, Reed stood. His gaze traveled like scorching heat along her body, and she squirmed under his scrutiny.

  "It's a beautiful thing how much restraints appeal to you.” Reed took a seat next to her, ran his hand up her leg until he nudged for her to part her thighs. He lightly touched her pussy, clearly pleased by her aroused state; his eyelids lowered and he groaned.

  "You're going to earn your pleasure this morning. Last night was a taste of what I can offer you as your dom, but since I don't have toys here to make you earn your reward, you will appease me with your mouth."

  Heat pooled in Marley's pussy—the pulse along her clit turned to a deep throb. “I want to suck your cock, Sir.” She pulled against the restraints, more in excitement than a way to free herself, and suspected her expression begged him to come closer.

  Reed rid himself of his clothing, and his naked form delighted her as it had last night. Spectacular muscles all rendered her speechless, his heavy cock awaited her, and she intended to give him some relief, but how?

  He leaned forward to place his hand on the headboard, lifted one knee on the bed to bring his cock to her mouth. To taste a man such as Reed, to offer him the same sort of pleasures he'd given her—she could hardly wait to devour him.

  "You may have five minutes to pleasure me as you see fit.” His voice was a near growl as it dipped lower. “Then I'm going to fuck your mouth and take you as I need."

  Marley parted her lips to invite him in. Reed angled his hips, closed the distance between them, and when the tip of his cock passed through Marley's lips to sit on her tongue, she sighed. He tasted sweet and smelled musky.

  She closed her lips around the hardened flesh and gave a few steady sucks. Reed's hips thrust forward, pushing more of his thick, hard cock into her mouth. She didn't mind; she wanted to take all of him.

  The position, though, began to frustrate her—she wanted to suck him, good and hard. She swirled her head, tickled his shaft with her tongue in hopes it satisfied him. His answering moan declared he enjoyed it, and the wicked glint in his eye, the tension in his jaw gave her the sense she did right by him.

  After a deep suction, she lowered down slightly to keep only the tip of his cock in her mouth. She brought her cheeks in around him and bobbed her head. Reed moaned and leaned his head back.

  He returned his gaze to hers, and the man before her now held a look she'd only fantasized about. More than possessive, even more than his need to come—this was primal.

  "Enough,” he ordered.

  Marley gingerly moved away, rested her head on the pillow as Reed climbed onto the bed and straddled her. He grabbed on to the headboard, brought his knees up next to her armpits, and raised himself, bearing most of his weight on his hands.

  "Tilt your head to open your throat.” He placed his cock on her lips. “You will take me as deep into your throat as you can."

  Marley's mouth stretched to accommodate his girth, but after a few slow thrusts, her lips relaxed, her tongue settled in a good position as her throat opened.

  "Fuck, you're good at that,” Reed said.

  The position wasn't exactly comfortable, but she paid it no attention. His moans and the look of pleasure shining on his face sent shivers all through her. She also understood enough of BDSM to know that to give him the pleasure he sought meant she'd get it back tenfold. Besides, the position was so erotic it made her feel naughty in the best of ways.

  His thrusts picked up the pace, and she noted that even though he told her to accept him in deep, he was being careful not touch the back of her throat. Trust. Yes, he'd push her to a point where it'd test her, open new doors for her, but he knew how much she could take and wouldn't go past it.

  Each thrust was fast. He rocked his hips as he did exactly what he said he'd do—fuck her mouth, and splendidly so.

  Reed's stomach tightened as his testicles drew up. Marley was talented with her mouth, and the way her lips felt as he slid in and out was enough to make him explode. Not something he wanted to do. He slowed his thrusts, then stepped back, and Marley made an unhappy noise.

  He chuckled. “I have no qualm about fucking you this way until I come, but I want to feel your tight pussy clamp around my cock before I do.” He could sense that her submissive nature didn't appreciate him stopping her. To not let her finish him would leave her feeling as though she hadn't fulfilled him.

  Reed removed the belt from one of her wrists. “Turn over.” Marley responded without hesitation. “Angle your hips up and show me that delicious ass."

  She did as he asked and presented herself perfectly.

  Not only did he get a marvelous view of her ass and thighs that he found sexy as hell, but she'd spread her legs wide enough to reveal her pussy.

  He adjusted her hand on the headboard to make it more comfortable before he tied up the other again. As expected, Marley sighed, and her body relaxed—all telling him how much she enjoyed this. In time he'd increase the bonds on her, and suspected soon he'd be able to hog-tie her, leaving her completely restrained. The thought sent a thrill through him, but he needed to proceed slowly to reach that level of trust.

  Once settled, he moved in behind her, positioned himself between her thighs, then buried his face in her ass. He licked his way along her damp flesh not only to taste her, but to awaken her desperation for him.

  Reed traveled along her anus, down her folds until he found her nub. There he tickled the sensitive skin and teased it until she pushed back against him—squirmed as she attempted to find relief. When her moans became harsh pants, he applied a deep, firm lick back up until he reached her ass cheek, where he gave her a little bite. Marley cried out—not in pain, but in longing.

  Reed straightened up, reached down to his pants, took out a condom, and applied it. He pushed on Marley's hips to lower her; then he straddled her thighs. He placed his cock at her entrance, waited only a moment before he pushed inside of her. His eyes rolled back into his head as the wet warmth of her surrounded him.

  He gripped her hips and began thrusting, but pulled on her body at the same time to fuck him back. The sensation stiffened his cock further. Marley was a remarkable sight—her beautiful body made his restraint falter. Maybe now that he cared for her, he was overwhelmed with emotions, which continued to make his normal flawless control melt away into desirable needs.

  He realized the urgency of his impending release, and not only did he increase his thrusts but deepened them. He placed his hand under her pelvis and lifted, angling her so his cock would rub against her G-spot. Marley's pussy went into convulsions around him. Her screams now were neither hidden nor cont
rolled.

  He suspected Marley could find another release in no time, but he knew enough of her now to know she'd not come as hard as he wanted her to. She loved the flogger, which told him she loved the sensation of pain intertwined with pleasure. It forced sensations to overload her, and that is exactly what he wanted. This he didn't need a toy for.

  "You have the sexiest ass I've ever seen.” He did not hide how he marveled over her in his tone. “Yet it needs color, I would say.” He slapped her ass. Marley squeaked, which might at first have been a response but turned into a sound of shock thereafter.

  Reed glanced down—his handprint marked her ass—and he grinned. Using both hands, he squeezed her cheeks firmly. Marley gasped but thrust back against him. She held nothing back, and she screamed out her pleasure for all to hear, only making him fuck her harder.

  Every hit he delivered, he followed up by a hard thrust, not giving her a minute to breathe, overwhelming her with sensations. His efforts paid off. Her pussy tightened around his cock, which made him moan and nearly go cross-eyed with pleasure.

  Still it wasn't enough for him—he wanted to witness Marley lose herself completely. He reached forward and pulled on her hair. Marley's back arched, and she didn't fight the move as the position gave him a better view of her face. As much as he would've loved to continue to deliver her with the hits that were making her ass a beautiful shade of red, his pleasure took hold, and he needed to finish them both off.

  He kept her neck angled back, placed his palm between her shoulder blades to pin her and to give him leverage. Here was his prize. Marley softened beneath him; she didn't struggle in the least but found comfort in the inability to move.

  A born submissive.

  With her docile body beneath him, Reed gathered his strength and fucked her without mercy. Marley's shouts of pleasure urged him on and, with the added weight he applied on her back, made her breathing sound harsh, but it was bliss to his ears. Not only could he hear the sound of her climax building, but he could feel her pussy constricting his cock.