Edge (Parker Reed #2) (17 page)

“I was going to punish you. I was going to spank your delicious ass, reminding you not to lie to me but I have a better idea,” he growled in my ear, slamming me up against the door. “I’m going to fuck you but you’re not allowed to come.”

My eyes widened. “That’s not fair.”

He placed a hand over my mouth, tilting my head back. “I suggest you shut up.” He ripped down my pants and panties, tugging them off of my feet.

The sound of the lock clicking into place vibrated through me when he pushed me back up against the door. Every inch of him leaned into me. I could feel the length of his hard body. The thickness between his legs that throbbed. The scratchiness of his clothed bottom half rubbed against my naked one and I couldn’t help but push back against him.

“You don’t think it’s fair that I not allow you to come?” he said, his hot breath caressing my ear. “Then you should have thought about that before you lied to me. Before you told me that you were fine when you really weren’t.”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” I cried, rubbing my ass against him.

“Stop. Enough talking,” he snarled. The sound of a zipper lowering sent a shiver down my spine. “I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to coat the inside of your sweet pussy with my come.” He pushed his knees between my legs, brushing the tip of his cock over my center. “And then just maybe, I’ll allow you to have a release.” He thrust upwards, pushing into me halfway before he stopped.

I whimpered, clenching down around him, silently begging for him to continue. Parker covered my mouth with his hand and wrapped his free arm around my middle, lifting me up and down the length of him. A moan escaped me and I slapped my hands against the door.

“Shhh,” he whispered in my ear, pushing into me until he bottomed out deep inside me. He held me tight, speeding up his hips. His pelvis slammed against my rear, the rigid feel of him swelling inside of me.

My heart rate picked up, my body tightened but I willed myself not to come. The release hovered, bordering on painful as I breathed slow and deep.

“That’s my girl.” His voice was low, his hot breath caressing the side of my neck. “Do you want to come, angel?”

I nodded.

“Ask me.”

“Please,” I panted. “May I come?”

He chuckled in my ear. “Wrong question.”

I whimpered, tears welling in my eyes at the added force of his cock hitting a spot inside of me that I swore was created just for him. “Please. Sir.”

Parker cupped my throat, tilting my head back. “Ask me.”

“Please may I come, Sir?”

He placed his hand back over my mouth and turned my head to face him. His eyes were dark as night as they heated with lust. “No.”

My eyes widened at being denied the release that I craved

He pushed me against the door and gripped my hips. “Be quiet, pet.”

Chewing my bottom lip to keep from crying out, I reveled in the feel of him inside of me.

Parker kissed the temple of my forehead, breathing hard against me. With each hard thrust, he lifted me into the air. His low grunts of pleasure filled my ears. “I love you,” he whispered.

Those words set me off. A tingle spread from my toes to my head, igniting an explosion so great to erupt inside of me. I breathed through the fast and unexpected release, my muscles jumping and twitching under his touch.

He groaned, pushing into me one last time before shaking against me. His release was long, coating me from the inside out with his warmth.

Placing me on my feet, he pulled out and wiped the tip of him over my center. “You weren’t supposed to come, beautiful girl.”

“I tried...” I panted as he kept rubbing himself between my legs. My head fell back against him and I let out a satisfied sigh.

“You didn’t try very hard.” Parker kissed my neck. “Every inch of you is mine,” he said, brushing his length from my core to the area at my rear.

I gasped, stiffening against him. “Parker, I—”

He chuckled. “All in due time, angel. But right now,” The wetness from his release coated me completely and although it was sticky, it sent a heat over my skin. It made me feel owned, like he was marking me as his. “I just want you to feel my come everywhere.”

“God, you feel good.” I breathed through the tightness in my chest over him being disappointed in me for allowing myself to come.

“I know.”

I rolled my eyes at his smug response and laughed. “Thank you,” I said finally.

He released me and righted his pants before placing a soft peck on my lips. “No. Thank you. If we had time, I would just bend you over and spank your ass for coming.”

“I’m sorry,” I said softly, looking down at my feet.

He pinched my chin. “I can’t seem to punish you,” he said, his gaze taking on a faraway look.

Standing on tiptoes, I placed a soft peck on his mouth. “Teach me to give you all of me. To allow myself to let go and give you my submission completely.”

Parker cleared his throat and released me, running a hand over his shaved head. “You submitting to me turns me on.”

Laughing, I got dressed and went to open the door when Parker stopped me. Looking up at him, I frowned.

“When we leave this room, I want you to grab something to eat and find an empty spot at the table. If we were alone, I’d have you kneeling on the floor and I would feed you myself. But I don’t think the guys would take too kindly to that.”

My heart jumped at the image of eating out of his hand. “People do that?”

He smiled. “They do. Some do it as punishment where the sub has to eat out of a dog bowl. I’ve also seen it where they aren’t allowed to use any hands.”

My cheeks heated. “That would be embarrassing.”

He nodded. “That’s the point. Remember, it’s all planned out in advance. This isn’t like your books. Most submissives know what they’re getting into. But of course, you do get the random asshole now and again.”

“I…I don’t think I would like that.” I swallowed hard. “Sir.”

Parker cupped the back of my neck and kissed my forehead. “I know, Keely. I wouldn’t do that to you even if it wasn’t a hard limit for you.”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“Because you’ve been embarrassed enough in your life at Devin’s hands. You may think you’d enjoy it but I know that it would bring you further into yourself than you already are.” He kissed my head again and stepped back.

I never thought of it that way. The things Devin used to do to me weren’t always private. I grew accustomed to having an audience. To the point where I was able to shut off my mind, diving into that safe place that I liked to call my home away from home.

“The only person that I feel comfortable being myself around besides you, Colin and Jones, is Anne.”

I nodded in understanding. Anne, Parker’s housekeeper, was like a motherly figure to him. The elderly woman understood his needs and never batted an eye at seeing me naked from time to time. I found that I was getting comfortable in my own skin, embracing my nakedness as a new norm thanks to Parker.

“Troy asked me about your unconventional needs,” I said, remembering me blurting out that confession.

“How?” Parker asked, placing his hands on my shoulders.

“I accidentally mentioned it but quickly changed the subject. He’s not stupid though. He must have seen our special table and the shackles on the feet of the couch.”

Parker chuckled. “Maybe he and Patrick used them too. As long as they stay out of our room, I don’t care what they use.”

I laughed along with him and reached for the doorknob.

“Just because we can’t be alone doesn’t mean I still can’t control you. I know that it will excite you. Obeying me in front of everyone and no one will know,” he purred in my ear.

“Colin will know?” It wasn’t really a question but I also wasn’t sure if that was true or not.

“He will. So will Jones.”

I nodded. Made sense when they were both Doms as well.

“After you are done eating, you will look to me for your next instructions. Understand, angel?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He opened the door. “Now, let the training continue.” He kissed my cheek. “
Slave
.”

OME PEOPLE probably thought the term
slave
was degrading. Maybe even insulting. Like the term meant that the person was less than the lowest life form. I guess in some cases, it was. Depending on what the situation was, I would never want to be called it either but hearing the word leave Parker’s lips did something funny to my insides. My heart raced. My palms became sweaty. A tingle of heat spread over my skin. My muscles grew taught and my back straightened. I was proud that he called me it. I almost enjoyed it more than the term
pet
. But
angel
was still and will always be my favorite.

I knew when Parker called me
slave
it was used as a form of trust. A bond between the two of us that only grew stronger as each day passed. I gave him that part of myself, that part that had lain dormant for so long since having it ripped from me.

As I sat at the table, the sounds of banter between Greyson’s crew, the laughter from Patrick and Troy, and the gentle voices of Jones and Colin all flew around me. It was soothing. We all joined together with one goal in mind: to bring Devin Tate to justice. Although everyone that I was with wanted him dead, I would feel more at ease if he suffered. Call me sadistic, but I wanted him to hurt more than he had hurt me and who knows what else he had done to other people. I knew going in that it would be almost impossible to bring down everyone that worked for him.

A vibration erupted in my lap, making me jump, and I glanced down at the phone in my hand. My stomach sunk when Agent Cross’ name flashed across the small screen.

Parker noticed my reaction and cupped my nape. “Tell him where you are but don’t mention my name. He may know that I’m alive but I don’t want anyone knowing that you found me yet.”

“
You
found me, Parker,” I said softly.

He smiled. “And I will always find you. No matter what.” He turned to the group before us. “Quiet. For just a moment.”

They silenced almost immediately.

“Okay, angel. Put him on speaker phone.”

I took a breath and answered the call. “Hello, Agent Cross.”

“You are a hard person to get ahold of, Miss Price.” His gravelly voice vibrated through the phone.

“I’ve been busy. Staying with some friends for a little bit,” I replied, ringing my hands in my lap.

“Is Parker there with you?” Cross asked.

Parker shifted beside me and shook his head.

“No,” I answered. “He’s not.” The lies came easier and easier, I almost believed them myself.

“Now, Keely. When are you going to stop lying to me?”

I opened my mouth to reply when Greyson rose from his spot across from me. He held his finger to his lips and walked up to me, leaning on the table.

“Mr. Cross. I find it highly unprofessional for you to be badgering Keely.” Greyson’s voice was smooth like silk. His tone was that of a man with power with an underlining edge of contempt and control, bringing anyone to their knees.

“And you are?” Cross asked, his tone condescending.

“Greyson—”

“Ah. Greyson Mercer. President of The Hell’s Harlem. It’s a pleasure.”

“The feeling is
not
mutual,” Greyson bit out.

“What did you want, Cross?” I interjected. We had enough problems. We didn’t need the Feds all over us.

Agent Cross chuckled. “Always to the point. That man of yours taught you well.”

Parker growled and leaned down to my ear. “Ask him what he wants again,” he whispered. “Fucking guy needs to focus.”

“What do you want?” I repeated, squeezing Parker’s hand tight in mine. We already had an issue of jealousy over the agent since I flirted with the guy to get answers but now that I was in a room with a bunch of men, I couldn’t very well do that again.

“I want to help.”

“Why?” Greyson asked, gripping the edge of the table.

“Because Devin Tate has shit on the FBI as much as the rest of you. And I know that it’s not just you and Keely there. I also know that I’m on speakerphone.” Some shuffling came through on the line like Cross was switching ears. “Now tell me. How can I help?”