Bind Me [Pact of Seduction 1] (3 page)

Her green eyes lit up as she laughed, her dark hair fell over her shoulder to trail along her breast, and her lips captured his gaze—it all stirred his cock. “Okay, well then, you should have said you wanted me to go first, because I have a few questions."

Yes, he could clearly see she did. Her inquisitive eyes screamed a thousand questions at him. “You may ask anything you'd like."

Marley sighed, and her gaze lifted to the ceiling as she clearly processed her thoughts. She glanced back to him with a serious expression. “Well, I suppose my first question is, you're not married or dating anyone, right?"

Reed found her question sweet, and it showed him her morals, ones he approved of. “No, I'm not involved, but you should know penetration play normally does not happen in the scenes I create—if that is a concern of yours."

"Oh, I thought we'd be..."

His response obviously disappointed her, and he took note of the little pout that formed on her mouth. He'd rectify her disapproval. “But that's not to say you won't orgasm."

"Oh.” Marley's cheeks burned red. She glanced down to her hands, fiddled with her fingers before she looked up and the blush vanished. “So do you live a
normal
life?"

"What's normal?"

"You know, everyday job and such.” She exhaled deeply. “I guess what I mean is, are you the dom persona outside of the castle?"

"Yes, I have a typical life outside of the castle walls, but my personality isn't different. I am who you see now. The scene created for you is more about you than me, anyway. I'm merely there to bring pleasures into your life you've never experienced."

She nodded, appearing content with his response. “I suspected as much from what I've read about BDSM."

It'd been so long since a woman intrigued him enough to ask questions outside of the usual ones to discover her limits and safe word, but he couldn't stop himself now. “You've never dabbled in the lifestyle?"

Marley shrugged. “I've never had anyone to do it with."

"Tell me then, why have you searched this out now?"

"My friends and I made a pact. We're each going to fulfill our ultimate fantasies, things we'd never do before but something we've always dreamed of doing."

Now he understood the telephone call two weeks ago, and who the others were. He leaned forward in interest. Her answer was a first for him. He'd heard many reasons that drew a woman to this lifestyle, but the thought that he'd be her fantasy aroused him, and he needed to hear her reasoning behind her choices. “Why did you agree to such a pact?” He ran his finger along her inner wrist and felt her quiver.

"Be-be-because.” She steadied herself, then spoke in an even tone. “I'm a teacher, always disciplining and being in control. The idea of being on the other end intrigues me—I want to be the one to obey. The idea of adding pleasure into the mix makes me hot."

All things he'd give her, and it pleased him she spoke so frankly. Her skin beneath his finger felt inviting, only causing him to wonder where he'd find other soft skin on her body. “Are you willing then to give yourself over to me completely, trust me enough to take you to a place you've never been, and fulfill your fantasy?"

"Yes,” she whispered. “I've come here to do that."

Resolved to do right by her, he drew his hand away. He wasn't surprised to hear her gasp at the loss of contact. He left her heated gaze and nodded to the server. She hurried to their table with documents in her hands.

Reed took the papers and pen and waited for her to leave before he spoke next. “We need to get the details handled before we arrange anything between us.” Marley stared at the papers wide-eyed. Reed chuckled. “Having a change of heart?"

"No. It's just seems so serious, but I guess the rules are in place for a reason.” She reached into her purse. “Here's my background check and test results."

He took the papers from her, scanned them—both were fine—and then he responded to her earlier remark. “There are things to go over before I take you into a scene, and rules the castle has set in place that must be followed.” He waited for Marley to respond, but she only nodded, which he did not find acceptable. “As I told you last night on the telephone, I prefer to be answered with words."

"Oh, sorry...er...I'm okay with what you've said so far."

The woman who spoke forthrightly appealed to him much more than the nervous, shy one she hid behind. “You need to sign the consent.” He handed her the waiver. “Read over it, and you'll see the rules of privacy. What happens here, stays here."

Marley read over the paper, then peeked up at him through heavy lashes. “The privacy bit I like."

"Most do.” Reed laughed.

"Not you, though?"

"I am who I am, Marley. I've made no attempt to hide what I enjoy sexually, but of course I do not speak freely of the lifestyle in my day-to-day life. If I were confronted, I would not deny I am a dom.” Time to show her the challenge she made couldn't hold up. “Would you deny you have an interest in the lifestyle?"

She stared at him for a moment, blinked, then signed the waiver. “What's next?"

He'd let her cop out for now, but the defensive technique wouldn't last long once he got her in the scene. “We need to discuss your limits. What you'll do and what you won't do.” He arched his eyebrow. “Have you thought about your limits?"

"Of course, a thousand times,” she said it, and immediately her mouth formed an O, indicating she hadn't meant to be so bold.

He could hardly wait to free her of this behavior. From being around her so far, he imagined discussing what she would do might make her feel uncomfortable, so he took another approach. “Tell me what you won't do."

"Menage, anything anal, and no clamps."

None of her answers surprised him, nor did the fact that she had a hard time holding eye contact with him, looking everywhere but at his gaze. “Flogging?"

"I-I...” She inhaled sharply and lifted her chin. “I wouldn't mind flogging as long as it doesn't leave me bleeding."

Not in
his
limits either, but he'd definitely add color to her skin and enjoy every damn minute of it. “How do you feel about being bound, gagged?"

"Bound, yes. Gagged no."

"So vaginal play only?"

Reed thought he'd seen her blush before, but he hadn't seen anything yet compared to the color her skin could turn; her cheeks burned crimson. “I—we—you...” She chuckled nervously before she straightened her shoulders. “Yes, only that."

He wrote down her list of limits. “Look over what you've told me; if you agree, sign your name at the bottom and put your address on the top for legal purposes. As I stated, your information will not be shared or seen by anyone other than myself and the legal department here at the castle."

"It feels as if I'm signing my life away,” Marley said.

Reed stood, approached the side of her table, and tucked his finger under her chin to bring her gaze to his. “No, you're signing to discover the life you've missed out on.” He brushed his lips across hers merely as an introduction.

Marley leaned in to take more of his mouth, and here she'd get her first lesson. He backed away from her and tightened his hand on her jaw. “You don't take. I will give you what you need, always. Staying in line and being disciplined will bring you pleasure. Be sure to remember that tonight.” She stared doe-eyed at him. “I need to bring the documents to the office. Go back to the doorman, and he will locate Raven for you. She'll help you prepare for the scene."

Reed stroked her jaw lightly. Marley sighed as her eyelids fluttered. He dropped his hand and then headed for the door. He'd been given a treat tonight, and damn would he savor her.

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Marley watched Reed walk away from the table; she was slightly confused as to what to do next. He'd said something to her, but being the fool she was, she didn't hear a word. She'd been too focused on his soft lips. Was she to follow him?

Instead of sitting there looking as ridiculous as she felt, she hurried to find him. In the main foyer, Marley scanned the room, but Reed was nowhere in sight. The only other person was the doorman, who approached her.

"You have to wait here,” he said as he walked by her and headed toward a door to the left of the restaurant.

Butterflies flew in Marley's stomach, but she clamped down on them; she couldn't lose her nerve now. As she exhaled to smooth her anxiety, the bouncer returned, and with him was a woman dressed in a sexy leopard-spotted minidress.

He strode past Marley and resumed his place at the door, while the woman waved her toward the staircase. Who was she? Marley hadn't expected to be introduced to a woman and couldn't quite figure out what her involvement was here.

She pushed her reservations aside and followed the woman up the large staircase to the left. She trotted up the stairs, then approached a door with the words DRAGON'S LAIR written in bold gold letters on the mahogany wood.

"My name is Raven. Master Reed has requested that I prepare you."

"Um...er...nice to meet you.” Marley was glad she remembered her manners, but she needed some answers. “Not to be rude or anything, but what exactly are you helping me prepare for?” She thought it was all simple—drop her clothes and wait for Reed.

Raven stepped through the door, motioned for Marley to enter, and when she did, closed it behind her. “I've lived the lifestyle for some time now. Since you've never been in a scene before, I can help you get ready for your master. He's left orders of how he wants you presented, and trust me, you won't be able to do it alone."

"Oh.” Marley's surprise wasn't only from what Raven said, but also in regard to the view before her. A black wooden box was in the center of the room, the castle walls were bare, and candles gave off a dim light.

A series of racy images formed in Marley's mind as she fantasized about what Reed planned for her tonight. Heat burned between her thighs, and wetness formed there.

"Master Reed has picked your attire for the evening,” Raven said as she walked toward an open door at the back of the room. “But first you need to shower."

Marley gave her head a little shake, trying to snap herself out of the scenes playing in her mind, and she followed Raven into the other room, clearly a bathroom.

Raven approached a bench against the wall and sat down. “You only have fifteen minutes to be ready for him. I'd suggest you not make him wait—he won't be happy."

Right, the last thing Marley needed to do was piss him off. She understood enough of the rules of BDSM to know if she defied him, she'd be punished. The thought sent a tickle through her body, causing her already swollen clit to throb—what if she wanted him to punish her?

Marley left Raven behind and moved around the corner to enter the shower area.

"Put the shower cap on,” Raven called out. “Master Reed doesn't want your hair wet—he wants you to wear it down."

"Okay.” So many thoughts kept her mind busy as she hurried through her shower. What did Reed plan for her to wear? What did he intend to do to her? Her excitement made her rush to find out.

Marley grabbed a towel from a hook and dried off, then returned to Raven in the change room to find her holding clothing. Leather. Marley's heart raced. Oh yes, her fantasies included leather clothing, and the knowledge that she'd wear it for Reed only increased her already overdriven arousal.

"Now so you know, this is a job for me.” Raven smiled. “Just like a nurse or a doctor. I have seen hundreds of pussies, and yours is no different. So you don't have to be shy or worried. To me your goodies mean nothing, just a day at work."

"Do you say the same line to everyone?” Marley laughed.

"Yes.” Raven shrugged and laughed with her before her expression firmed up. “Now drop the towel, and I'll help you into this."

"What's
this
, exactly?"

Raven held up a corset in one hand and gripped a long piece of ribbon in the other. “Reed picked the corset for you tonight.” Raven gestured toward the towel. “Drop it."

Marley let the towel pool at her feet. She wanted—no, needed—to feel the cool leather against her skin. She'd never considered herself a sex kitten, yet wearing a leather corset demanded she be seen as such, and she had never been so eager to get into a piece of clothing before.

Raven put the ribbon over her shoulder and placed the front of the corset against Marley's chest. “Hold it in place, please."

Marley held the front tight while Raven began to tie the corset together with the ribbon. She glanced down at the black leather against her pale skin. The material seemed like a cool body pressed against her, and it felt perfectly right, undeniably sexy.

Within ten minutes, the corset sat snug against Marley, creating cleavage she didn't know possible with her small breasts. Raven wandered back over to the bench and held up a garter belt—leather, of course. She placed it around Marley's hips, settling it into place, then fastened it. Next Raven handed her thigh-high stockings and helped her attach them to the garters.

Raven gave her a once-over and smiled. “Master Reed will be happy. You look beautiful.” She took Marley's hand and pulled her toward a mirror. “Take a look for yourself."

Marley gasped. She'd seen images like this before, but on models, never on her body. She did a spin to examine the
new
her and spotted two round steel loops attached to the sides of the fabric.

Before she had a chance to figure out the purpose of the loops, Raven handed her sleek black heels. “The finishing touches."

Marley put them on and stabilized herself to get used to the steep angle. In no time, she found her balance. So many emotions rushed through her, but she surprised herself by not feeling nerves ping-ponging in her body—more so, her pussy throbbed with excitement. “Okay, I'm ready."

Raven nodded, left the bathroom, and Marley followed. At the center of the room, Raven pointed to the ground. “Master Reed wants you here."

Marley looked to the spot she gestured to before glancing back at Raven to clarify. “Standing there?"