Heat (Parker Reed Book 1)

  She silenced me with a wave of her hand. “Girl. It’s not like I haven’t seen anything before. Mind you…” She smoothed her hands down her body and gave a shake to her hips. “I don’t have what you have anymore.” She laughed and started rummaging through the cupboards.

  I giggled and shook my head, leaning against the counter, my eyes glancing around the vast expanse before us. “Has Mr. Reed had this place for long?”

  “Yes. His father, God rest his soul, left it to him before he died.”

  “You knew him?”

  She nodded, blowing a strand of gray hair out of her eyes while she made the much needed coffee that I was craving. “Yes. I’ve been with this family for as long as I can remember. Mr. Reed became sick right before Mrs. Reed got pregnant…” Her voice wavered.

  “I’m so sorry, Miss—”

  “Please. Call me Anne.”

  “I’m so sorry, Anne.”

  She took a breath and straightened her shoulders. “What’s done is done and it was God’s will. Now, how about that coffee?”

  I smiled and nodded. We continued chatting about nothing super important but it was nice speaking with an older woman for a change. I came to learn that her parents were from Northern Europe.

  I really liked Anne and I warmed up to her quickly. She was like a grandmother figure to Parker and I could see the love she had for him. She was protective of the boy that wasn’t hers but she was protective of the family as a whole, even more.

  About a half an hour into our friendly conversation, my body heated. The hairs on the back of my neck tingled and a yearning spread through me so fast it knocked the breath out of me.

  “Good morning, pet,” Parker whispered in my ear.

  My heart skipped a beat. Well that explained the unexpected reaction. “Morning.” I smiled up at him and that was when my jaw dropped. As many times as I had seen him naked, nothing was sexier than him wearing black drawstring satin pajama pants. They hung low on his hips, showcasing the delicious V-shaped muscles that I’d give anything to sink my teeth into.

  The metal barbells that pierced his nipples twinkled in the early morning light and the tattoos? I would never get used to them. They were intricate. Detailed and they were the hottest things I had ever seen.

  My gaze popped back up to his and he smirked. I could almost hear him in my head. Something you like, Keely?

  Oh yeah. Mama liked very much. I shook my head. I needed more coffee.

  “Good morning, Mr. Reed. Coffee and paper.” Anne smiled at him and placed them on the large kitchen table.

  “Thank you, Anne,” Parker said without taking his eyes off of me.

  A flush washed over my body and I suddenly felt naked, exposed. I was standing in his kitchen wearing nothing but panties and a camisole but the thin white fabric left nothing to the imagination. Especially when my nipples peaked at attention, tingling, begging for his touch.

  Anticipation.

  “Go sit on the patio and I’ll let you know when breakfast is ready,” Anne instructed, interrupting my intense stare down with Parker.

  He grinned, his gaze glancing at my chest before popping back up to my eyes. “Good idea, Anne.”

  “Of course it is.” She laughed. “Enjoy the warm weather before it’s no longer here.”

  I grabbed my coffee and followed Parker out onto the deck and inhaled the fresh morning air. Letting out a deep sigh, I looked around the large back yard. Acre upon acre spread out before a vast forest. A large stone fountain sat at the back of the yard with figures that looked like they came out of a museum.

  “What do you think, pet?” Parker asked, placing his hands on my shoulders.

  “This place is simply amazing.” I looked up at him. “Why don’t you live here?”

  “I wish I could but working in the city makes that difficult and…” His eyes took on a faraway look before he continued. “It’s a painful reminder that I will never meet the man who left this home to me.”

  I nodded in understanding. “Thank you for bringing me here. I’m assuming it didn’t always have that special room?”

  He chuckled. “No.”

  “Well…” I waggled my eyebrows. “Your room of pleasure is simply amazing and I can’t…I can’t wait to test it out.” My cheeks heated.

  Parker pinched my chin and tilted my head. “Room of pleasure? More like room of anticipation.”

  I shrugged. “That works, too.”

  He shook his head, a small smile splaying on his face. He pulled me to the patio couch and wrapped his arm around my waist when I sat down beside him.

  Leaning against him, I sighed. “What made you create that room?” I asked as his hand inched higher up my torso.

  “I actually use it for training purposes when I get time.” He pushed his fingers into the top of my camisole, his thumb casually brushing over my nipple.

  A shiver ran over my body but the light touch was relaxing and soothing. “Training?”

  “When I first met Aidan, he was having issues with some Doms not knowing how to treat their subs. I got the idea to train them. Not just Doms but subs, Masters, slaves, Dommes…whatever. I can’t teach them everything. Some things they’ll have to find out on their own but I give them enough information so they can play safe and be consensual and sane about their work.”

  “I think that’s a wonderful idea.” My stomach twisted. “You said you’ve never had sex with the subs though. How do you train them then?”

  He pinched my nipple, igniting a squeak to escape my mouth. “Like I said before, BDSM isn’t just about sex. I’ve heard of people just needing a Dominant figure to tell them what to wear that day. Or someone just needs to be tied up but no sex is involved. I also met a couple where the male was a powerful business man but as soon as he stepped foot into his house? He was his wife’s slave.”

  His large hand slid underneath my full breast, exposing it to the cool morning air completely. “Slave?”

  “Yes. Slave as in every sense of the word. A Master/slave relationship can be very tiring, though, but some people need it. Having control over another person, not just yourself, is exhausting. Some live it twenty-four/seven, others just play in the bedroom. Some even have schedules where it’s just on the weekend. But when they’re in that role, the Master or Mistress makes every single decision for their slave. And I’m not exaggerating when I say every decision.”

  My core heated, my heart giving a thump. What would it be like to have Parker control me completely? Even just for a couple of hours. “How does a relationship like that come about?”

  “Curious about the Master/slave dynamic, pet?” he asked with a teasing lilt to his voice.

  “Maybe.”

  “You work up to it. In our situation, I can’t be your Master right now. It involves a lot of trust and skill and we would have to set a lot of ground rules. But…” He tweaked my nipple. “Maybe in time, beautiful one.”

  I smiled. “It sounds like it takes a lot of patience.” Which was not a skill that I mastered.

  “Yeah but once it’s there, once you’re ready to submit completely, and I do mean completely, and give your all to your Master, it’s one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.”

  I thought about what he had said, curious as to what would become of our relationship. After Parker found out everything, I just prayed that he would still want me. Even if he got mad and I knew that he would, I hoped he would still give me a chance.

  “What are you thinking about, angel?”

  “Nothing.” It wasn’t time. I needed to tell him, but—I gasped when I was lifted over Parker’s lap and my panties were pulled roughly down to my knees.

  “First rule. Do not lie to your Dom.” A hard swat landed on my rear followed by his soothing caress. Another swat and then caress.

  The skin of my ass burned but it did something funny to me. The light pain followed by the gentle touch sent a flush over my body.

  Parker grabbed my wrists, holding t
hem behind my back and trailed his other hand between my legs. “Your pussy is wet, Keely.”

  My cheeks heated at my body deceiving me.

  “Do you like it when I spank your delicious ass?” He followed up that question with another two swats.

  It hurt to the point where I pushed back against his hand, begging for him to do it again. Although it stung, it was exhilarating.

  He slid a finger inside of me, rubbing the walls of my core.

  I moaned, clenching around him, waiting.

  “I shouldn’t allow you to come when you just lied to me but I enjoy watching your body shatter with ecstasy. So I’ll give you it this time. But next time you lie…” His voice became harsh as the thrusts sped up. “I’ll bind and gag you, spreading you open so wide that I can see inside your soul.”

  I panted, squeezing my eyes shut as his erotic words mixed with the pleasure of his finger deep inside of me.

  “I’ll fuck you until I come but I won’t give you the release that your body will crave. You’ll be so turned on that a caress of air will have you writhing in pent-up frustration.” He slid a second finger into me, stretching my body.

  “Oh God.” I threw my head back, a release crashing into me with full force.

  “You wanted to come that bad?” he growled, inserting a third finger into me.

  I gasped at the tight feeling. “Please.”

  “What, pet? What do you think you deserve after lying to me?”

  I whimpered but the words wouldn’t come. He was right. I knew he was right but I still couldn’t tell him what I was thinking about.

  Parker released me and gave another hard swat on my rear. “Stand up,” he barked.

  On shaky legs, I rose to my feet, my panties still around my knees.

  “Strip. Completely.”

  I hesitated, glancing at the door before looking back at him. “What about Anne?”

  “What about her?” he asked, tapping his fingers with impatience on the wooden arm of the couch.

  Pulling my panties down my legs, I kicked them to the side and lifted my shirt over my head, leaving me completely naked before him.

  “Kneel, pet.”

  I did as he said. Inching a hand under his pant leg, I wrapped my fingers around his shin.

  Parker fisted my hair and pulled my head back before placing a hard kiss on my mouth. “Rule number two? Do not hesitate when your Master asks you to do something.”

  “But you said…”

  He raised an eyebrow.

  I nodded. Right. I realized then that he was training me. And didn’t that just send all sorts of excited butterflies racing through my very being?

  While Parker was finishing his breakfast, I continued to kneel at his feet. I searched through my phone, finding it odd that I was still naked. Outside. And that it didn’t bother me one bit. It was freeing in a way. The cool air would wash over my skin every so often, kissing my body with a gentle caress. Goose bumps would blanket my pale form but the shiver that tingled down my back was from Parker’s fingers around the base of my throat.

  When Anne brought us our breakfast and fresh coffee, it didn’t even faze her that I wasn’t wearing any clothing at all. She smiled at me and left us alone. Parker gave her the rest of the day off, telling me that he wanted to focus solely on getting me to ‘obey’ him. I didn’t know exactly what that had meant but a part of me knew that it had something to do with me lying to him.

  “Keely?”

  “Hmm?” I responded, looking up from my phone.

  Parker took a sip of his coffee before handing me his tablet.

  My eyes widened when I saw a flashing red notification, signalling someone had tried to hack into his system. “This is good, Parker. I mean, not good that someone was trying to hack in but good that we might be able to catch the person now.”

  He nodded slowly, rubbing the scruff on his jaw.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “After all of these years, why now? Why would someone want to stir up shit now? It doesn’t make sense to…” His eyes darkened, going cold when they landed on me.

  My heart jumped, realization setting in. “What are you accusing me of, Parker?” I whispered.

  He pulled the tablet from my hand and cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “This all started when I hired you. Did Devin put you up to this?”

  I gasped, my chest clenching at him even suggesting such a thing. “How…really? After all that we have been through…I told you what Devin did to me. There’s no way that I would work for him again.”

  Parker released me and sat back, a heavy sigh escaping him. “I’m sorry. I just…”

  I rose to my knees and grabbed his hands, kissing his knuckles. “Look at me.”

  His gaze slid to mine and although the accusation was no longer there, it still hurt.

  “I would never try and sabotage you or your company. I applied to work for you because I needed a job and I didn’t want to live off of Troy anymore. I told you this. Everything else that has happened between us is just a delicious bonus.”

  “You’re hiding something from me,” he said, matter-of-factly.

  I swallowed hard. “No I’m—”

  He rose to his feet abruptly, forcing me back on my ass before he pulled me to my full height.

  “Parker?” I tried prying his tight hold off of my wrist but to no avail.

  His back was stiff as he dragged me behind him, his fingers digging into me.

  “Parker. Please,” I begged. “Talk to me.”

  He spun on me and before I knew what was happening, he had me over his shoulder and was carrying me to that special room.

  My heart beat rapidly, my skin heating. The cold look in his eyes should have scared me but it didn’t. I was excited. My body trembled in anticipation for what he had in store for me.

  Once we reached his room, he pushed open the double doors and placed me hard on my feet. “Get your ass in the middle of the room and kneel. Do not face me. Do not even look at me. I want your palms up on your thighs, your head bowed.” He pinched my chin and placed a hard, bruising kiss on my lips. “Do you understand me, pet?”

  “Y-yes, S-Sir.”

  He released me. “Good. Now do as you’re told.”

  On shaky legs, I walked to an open spot in the middle of the large room. Not getting a chance to take in my surroundings the day before, I quickly scanned the area. Large leather objects of all shapes and sizes, most with straps, cascaded before me.

  I took a breath and sank to my knees, making sure to place my hands palms up on my thighs and keep my head bowed. I couldn’t tell if he was mad at me, or playing, or what, but the deep dominant tone of his voice set my skin on fire but also made my stomach clench with guilt. I didn’t want to upset him. Those were definitely not my intentions but I couldn’t tell him everything yet.

  “One of the things a submissive must learn is to obey,” Parker said. “A Dom should not push that sub further than necessary so as not to literally break them but…” His feet came into my field of vision as I waited for him to continue. “If that sub is already broken, it’s the Dom’s job to make them whole again. To put those pieces back together.” He pinched my chin, tilting my head back. “Look at me.”

  My eyes slowly lifted to his, my breath catching at the warmth in his gaze.

  “It’s my job to push you past limits where you are comfortable. You may think you won’t like them, but as your Dom, I know what you like and don’t like. But that is also why a safe word is set in place.” He smirked. “Just in case. Eyes down.” He released me and continued walking around me, enunciating his words with each step. “As a trainer for this lifestyle it is my job to find out in advance what people’s hard limits and soft limits are. Do they like rope play? Wax play. Some even may prefer needle play.”

  My heart gave a start. Needles? Seriously?

  “Yes, needles, pet.”

  My mouth snapped closed, not realizing I had spoken out loud.

>   “Since you are new, I won’t punish you this time for speaking out of place. Remember, in this room, you will call me Sir and that’s it.”

  I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “In time, since I’m not experienced in rope play, I would like to learn and make you really fly. But that type of play can be dangerous as you can cut off circulation. If you use the wrong rope, it can cut and scratch into your skin.” His hand caressed my head. “In time, pet. I think you would look beautiful flying high in the air as I fuck your body into pure divine ecstasy.”

  I opened my mouth to respond when I remembered that I didn’t have permission. Being told what to do, when to do it, how to do it, should have scared me. A part of me thought that there was something wrong when I felt elated at giving up control. That piece of myself that allowed even the smallest ounce of domination to take over. Even just being told to kneel made me feel relaxed, like my bones and muscles were setting into place every time I knelt before Parker.

  “Eyes on me, pet.”

  I looked up slowly and found Parker kneeling before me.

  “When we’re in this room and you want to speak, just ask for permission.”

  “Permission to speak, Sir?”

  “Go ahead.”

  “I just wanted to say that I would love to fly.” I shrugged. “I also…it relaxes me when you ask me to do something.”

  He kissed my head and rose to his feet, walking to a large object with a black satin sheet covering it. When he revealed the item, I found myself staring back at me as I glanced in a large, floor-length mirror.

  “That brings me to my next point.” He stood beside me, our gazes locking in the reflection. “You showed interest in the Master/slave relationship. We have only been fucking for a couple of weeks so we are no way near that point. But your curiosity impresses me. I’m willing to go further, if you are. Look in the mirror, pet.” He brushed his hand over my head, petting me.

  A soft sigh escaped my lips, a smile tugging at my mouth. I was naked, my arms wrapped around his leg. He oozed power in his black suit as I knelt at his feet, completely bare for him.