I don’t know why that came out. I just…I don’t feel right…” I glanced around nervously.
“This is not the time. I understand that shit will be going down. We won’t be bringing Devin down tomorrow, though. Things like this take time.” Colin pinched my chin, tilting my head. “This is your time to give Parker what he needs. What you need. Take it. Use it. After tonight, who knows when you’ll get this again?” The corners of his lips tugged. “I don’t think you want to have Parker punishing you in a house full of men, do you, little dove?”
I swallowed hard. “No, Sir.”
“Didn’t think so.” He released me. “Now, here.” He grabbed my hand and slapped a metal object in it.
I could only stare at the long piece of metal with the wheel on the end. The sharp points twinkled in the dim lighting of the room. Parts of me tingled, remembering the way the little object gave me unexpected amounts of pleasure.
“Do you remember what that’s called?” Parker asked me, wrapping his large hand around my wrist.
I shook my head.
“It’s a Wartenberg Wheel. You’ve become quite accustomed to this small instrument haven’t you?”
My body heated. “Yes, Sir,” I breathed.
“I’ll strap him down and then leave. After that you will control him…until you let him free, of course. Understand?” Colin asked, closing my fingers around the handle.
“Yes. I understand.” But I didn’t like it. Not one bit. I didn’t know how this would help us. Would it bring us closer? Definitely. But could I control him completely like he had wanted? I had no doubt in my mind that it wasn’t possible.
I watched as Colin slowly made his way around the table, strapping Parker’s limbs onto the table. Black leather held him bound, the sounds of the buckles clinking into place. My heart jumped after each body part was restrained, desire warming over my skin.
Colin leaned down to Parker’s ear, whispering but not taking his gaze off of mine.
Parker nodded every so often. “Leave us.”
Colin clapped him on the shoulder once and left us alone.
My gaze slid down the length of Parker’s big, strong body being held restrained against the large slab of wood. “Are…” I licked my dry lips. “Are you okay?”
The corners of his lips tugged. “Come here, pet.”
I moved closer to him, keeping a firm grip on the metal object in my hand.
“Undo my pants.”
My eyes widened. “What….here?”
His eyes darkened. “Do it. Now.”
I did as I was told, his breath catching when I pulled out his semi-hard erection. “I’m not sure...” I swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you want me to do.” My fingers wrapped around the base of his length, squeezing slightly. The tip was pink, the veins protruding under my touch.
“Use your imagination, pet. That tool in your hand brings about pleasure and pain. You know that. Remember how it felt on your body and on your swollen clit as I finger fucked your sweet pussy. Embrace it. Let me feel. Show me what you want me to do to you again.” His deep green eyes were dark and stormy, almost black. Lust swirled in the depths of them.
A surge of power washed over me. Big, bad, dominating Parker Reed was strapped down momentarily for my use. He was giving me permission to use him as I saw fit. To give him pleasure. To take from him what I had so willingly gave weeks before. Moving to his feet at the end of the table, I gripped his pants and pulled them down his legs to his ankles.
“Give me a safeword.” His voice was deep, husky, filled with desire.
“Price,” I said automatically. “Your safeword is price.”
He nodded, keeping his eyes locked with mine.
“I want you to watch me.” I licked my dry lips. “Please. I...I need to feel your eyes on me at all times.”
“You have my word.”
A breath of relief left me. I released him and wiped my sweaty palms on my thighs. “Tell me why you agreed to become an assassin.”
He chuckled. “You play dirty.”
I bit back a smile. He had been holding back from me. If I was going to get any sort of answers, now would be the time. I moved down the length of the table and wrapped my hand around his ankle. Pushing the tiny pins of the wheel into the ball of his foot with my other hand, I waited a couple of beats before I continued. “Tell me.”