Bound to be Tempted: Emergence, Book 4

by Becca Jameson

  It didn’t take long for Carlton to finish cooking and sit next to her with a huge plate of food. Just one, but she knew his intentions. He would feed her at his whim, and she would accept each morsel he offered, eating the amount he found appropriate.

  She tried to relax her body, leaning on her heels, her hands clasped behind her back, her chin dipping enough to suit her master. It was difficult. Her body hummed with unrequited need.

  Carlton lifted a giant glass of orange juice and held it to her lips. “You must be thirsty.”

  She was. And she drank about half the glass as he offered it. He waited patiently until he was sure she was finished before he set it down. Next he picked up his fork and took a bite of eggs. He offered her a forkful after he’d taken his own, and she moaned around the flavor. They were just scrambled eggs, but food always tasted better when either someone else prepared it or she was very hungry. In this case, she met both criteria.

  Bacon followed, and then a bite of toast spread with strawberry jam. She was in heaven.

  Carlton was generous. He didn’t stop feeding her until she shook her head. “Thank you, Sir. That was delicious. I’m stuffed.”

  He finished the rest himself and then stood to clear the table.

  “May I clean the kitchen, Sir? You did the cooking.”

  “Another time, baby. Not today. Today you need to concentrate on you. I want to ensure we’re on the same page in this arrangement and have a mutual agreement.”

  And then you’ll fuck me? That was foremost on her mind.

  “You may use the bathroom. Shower. Brush your teeth. I’ll be there to help when I’m done here.”

  Help? She was more than capable of taking care of personal hygiene alone, though she doubted there would be many things she did alone for a while. As she stood, she closed her eyes against the renewed pressure inside her. Did he want her to wear the dildo even in the shower?

  He hadn’t said otherwise, so she made her way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She stood awkwardly in the bathroom once again, waiting for the water to warm. The belt around her waist was tight. It had to be to keep the rubber phallus from slipping out. How long does he want me to wear this?

  Margaret stepped into the shower, keeping her legs spread, and let the water sluice over her skin. It felt soothing after the stressful morning. Her body pleaded with her for release. Even the running water teased her clit as it landed on her nude skin between the leather straps.

  She reached for the shampoo, smiling at the girly brand Carlton had obviously selected for her this past week. As she massaged it into her scalp, she closed her eyes. Before she could finish, the shower door opened. She turned her face toward the entrance, not completely surprised. Her eyes remained shut to avoid the burning shampoo.

  Carlton stepped in behind her. He settled his hands over hers on her scalp and massaged with her. It was so sensual the way he didn’t touch her skin at any other point yet, just her head.

  And then his lips landed on her shoulder. He nibbled as he pulled the suds through her long hair to wash the ends. “Your skin is so smooth. It’s beautiful. I’m a lucky bastard if you agree to wander around here naked for my gaze all day.”

  Agree? Was there any doubt really?

  His hands were still covered with shampoo when he smoothed them over her shoulders and then around to cover her breasts, grasping her chest firmly and squeezing until she moaned.

  “I love that sound you make, and the way you lift onto your tiptoes when I pinch your nipples.” To emphasize his point, he did just that. Had she reacted in a similar way last night?

  Sure enough, she found herself rising onto the balls of her feet, straining for more of his touch.

  He spread his fingers and caressed her skin down her belly until he reached her thighs. His hands were so large, he seemed to cover her entire torso. “Step out farther, baby.”

  She obeyed, spreading her legs wider as he reached between them and fondled her open pussy lips. When his thumb brushed against her clit, she lifted off the floor again. “Sir…” Her voice had no power. But she needed him to know she was close. He would be disappointed otherwise.

  He met her gaze, lifting one eyebrow.

  “Red, Sir.” She couldn’t keep from coming. Her safe word would be used any time he pushed her too far or she got too close to the edge. It was her responsibility to make sure he stopped before she came.

  “Good girl.” He smoothed his hands away from her clit and down her legs and then up her arms. “Step under the spray, baby.”

  She leaned into the water and let it flow over her head until he was satisfied. When he pulled her back toward him again, he reached for the conditioner and worked it into her hair next. “My turn. Let the conditioner sit. Wash me, Maggie.”

  She shook as she turned around. She stared at his body for a moment, absorbing the size of him from chest to cock. His shoulders were so wide he could have been a linebacker. Maybe he was.

  She reached for the masculine shampoo in the black bottle, noting it was a 2-in-1 with conditioner. He ducked his head for her to reach his scalp better, and she shampooed his hair, loving the way the thick brown locks, shades lighter than her own, slid between her fingers.

  After she angled his head under the spray to rinse, she grabbed the bar soap and explored his body thoroughly for the first time. She smoothed her palms over his chest, amazed at the rock-solid feel of his pecs. Only a smattering of hair coated his skin. His nipples stood erect as she brushed them with her fingers.

  She wanted to kiss him everywhere, feel his skin against her lips, flick her tongue over his nipples as he had hers. But he hadn’t given her permission to do that right now. Instead she worked her way around him, circling his body as she soaped his back and then his tight ass cheeks.

  She bent her knees to soap his legs, the dildo inside her making itself known as it pressed against her cervix.

  She left the best for last, coming back to his front and lathering his cock with both hands. It stiffened in her grasp, though she hadn’t seen it deflated at any point yet. She licked her lips, wondering what he would feel like in her mouth.

  “That’s enough exploration, Maggie.” He gripped her wrists and removed her from her temptation. “Later. After I’ve had you. I can’t tolerate that much fondling before my cock has had a chance to breach your tight pussy.”

  She met his gaze.

  Carlton stepped under the spray and rinsed the soap from his body. “Rinse your hair, baby. And then get out.” He exited the shower without another word, leaving her bereft of his presence. The man could fill a room without saying a word. In the shower he’d squeezed the oxygen out.

  Margaret eased under the spray and let it wash down her frame until she was convinced she could safely exit without her knees buckling.

  Carlton handed her a towel. He was already dry, and he leaned his naked frame against the counter as he watched her.

  Self-conscious, she wrapped the towel around her middle and patted her skin through the terry cloth.

  “Did you get modest on me?” He chuckled, yanking the towel from her body and drying her himself. He even wrung her hair out until it stopped dripping. “Open your eyes, baby. Look at us in the mirror.” He inched into her space, his front to her back. The towel fell to the floor. His cock nudged the top of her ass as he wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts.

  Margaret lifted her gaze and found herself staring at a framed picture of the two of them from the waist up. Her pale skin contrasted with his tanned shoulders. Her nipples, the same shade as her lips, puckered between his fingers as he stroked them. She watched as his lips descended to her shoulder and he nibbled a path to her ear.

  “So sexy,” he mumbled against her skin. “Come back to bed.” He turned her toward the door and gave her butt a small swat to get her to move.

  Sh
e hoped he was going to take her now. If he didn’t, she would self-combust. “Is this where you’re going to keep me, Sir?” She tipped her head at an angle after she climbed onto the bed and turned to face him.

  “For today.” He smirked. “And maybe tomorrow. We’ll see.”

  He climbed up after her, tugged her around until she lay sprawled in the center, and then spread her legs. “How do you like the rubber cock?”

  “Not very much, Sir. I’d rather it were the real deal.”

  “I think I can accommodate that.” He unbuckled the leather belt around her waist, stroking her skin where it had left its mark. Before continuing, he lowered his face and kissed the indentation on her belly.

  Margaret squirmed as the leather strap fell away from her clit, leaving behind the heightened awareness of its existence.

  When he finally pulled back and unsnapped the belt from the base of the phallus, she held her breath. Instead of letting the cock slip from her body, he circled the base with one finger, drawing her wetness out and then spreading it around her clit. “Did you enjoy the way it filled you? I’m going to do the same thing.”

  “I did, Sir.” Her voice was gravelly.

  “Lift your arms over your head, baby. Grab the rungs of the bed. Don’t let go. If you touch me, I won’t last.”

  She followed his directive, loving that she affected him that much.

  “Keep your knees wide. Don’t squirm while I remove the dildo. I don’t want you to come.”

  He gripped the rubber base with his fingers and pulled it out so slowly she had to hold her breath. Every nerve ending inside her came to life. If this was what it would feel like having his cock in her, she wanted that now.

  She burned for him.

  Finally it popped free of her, leaving her wanting and needy as her pussy gripped at nothing. He set the phallus aside and then used both hands to tease her entrance. “So wet.”

  She didn’t dare move.

  “So pink. So hot.” He pressed a finger into her. “And still so tight.” He removed his finger and sucked it clean.

  She shivered. It was so erotic.

  “I’m going to push you to the edge before I take you, Maggie. Don’t come until I say so. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Though she had no idea how she would obey that command. The “edge” had long since been reached.

  He pressed his finger back into her and drew out her arousal to spread it around the entrance and across her clit. “I love how your clit jumps to attention when I touch it.” He flicked it several times.

  Maggie stiffened. So close. Too close. “Sir…”

  “Patience. Control.”

  She gritted her teeth and prayed she could do as he wanted.

  “I’m going to taste you again now. Don’t come yet.” He lowered his face and flattened his tongue over her sex, stroking it against her clit as he licked her.

  Margaret moaned. She bucked her hips toward his mouth. Or rather her hips bucked themselves. It wasn’t as though she had control over her torso.

  Carlton said nothing, but he threw his arm across her waist and held her down as he tormented her again.

  “How close, Maggie?”

  “Too close, Sir.” The pulsing that proceeded an orgasm began deep in her channel. She wouldn’t be able to hold back. “I’m going to come…” She tipped her head back and bit her lip.

  “Now, Maggie. Come for me.” He pressed his palm to her clit and held it against her.

  The pulsing increased in speed as her orgasm swept through her body.

  In seconds, Carlton was on top of her, his cock nestled at her entrance before the orgasm was over. “Look at me, Maggie. Take me in.” He eased forward, stress evident in the furrow of his brow as he made slow progress into her channel.

  The pressure was intense, more than she could have imagined. And on the heels of her orgasm, she wanted him to thrust into her fast and hard.

  But he didn’t. He kept a steady, slow pace, inching into her a little more with each pass.

  She squeezed the rungs above her head to keep herself steady. The sensation was both too tight and beyond awesome at the same time.

  Finally, he was all the way in. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he held himself over her. He breathed deeply. “God, Maggie. That’s…” He didn’t finish. Instead, he pulled out and thrust back in. “So…” He did it again. “Fuck…” His eyes closed as he thrust again.

  Margaret lifted her hips to deepen the penetration. If there had been any pain, it was so fleeting she’d already forgotten it. After the initial stretch passed, she wanted more. She wanted everything he would give her. As often as he would offer. A new orgasm built on the heels of the first, taking her by surprise. It was deeper, not coming from her clit, but from inside her.

  Her pussy clenched to savor the feeling. Heaven on earth. How had she managed to miss out on this activity for twenty-seven years? All she could think was more.

  Carlton opened his eyes finally. He cupped her face with his hands and let his body consume hers more thoroughly, enveloping her in his warmth until his chest pressed against hers and his torso pinned her completely to the bed. “You’re so beautiful, Maggie. And not just your looks. Your soul is precious. I’m a lucky man.”

  She thought she had the better end of the deal here, but she didn’t argue.

  He moved languidly, not fast enough to push her over the edge, but enough for her to know what was to come.

  Finally, he exhaled long and hard. “I can’t hold back, baby. Come with me.” He increased the pace, thrusting deeper.

  She wrapped her legs around his ass and held him tight.

  “That’s it, baby. Come. Now.”

  She shattered, the deep orgasm shaking her body, unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. It lasted longer too. And one orgasm became two as she felt Carlton stiffen deep inside her and pulse against her cervix. A low groan escaped his lips.

  Moments later, as they both gasped for breath, he kissed her reverently on the lips. “Thank you, baby. That was the best gift I’ve ever received. I’m humbled by you.”

  It seemed she should be the one doing the thanking, but she nodded instead.

  He lowered his lips to hers again and claimed her mouth, angling his head to one side so he could get deeper. His tongue slipped between her lips and tangled with her own. His cock remained inside her, still rigid. Like a starving man who hadn’t just eaten breakfast, he feasted on her. And she gave as much as she took.

  When he finally pulled away from her lips, they were swollen and slightly bruised. It was worth it.

  “I don’t want to leave your pussy.” He stroked a finger down her cheek until it tickled, and she tipped her head into his touch.

  “Don’t.” She couldn’t think of anything better than keeping him inside her. If she died now, her life would have been worth it.

  “You must be sore.”

  She shook her head. “Not a bit. The stretch was tight, but only for a moment. And then pure heaven. Sir.”

  Chapter Eight

  Carlton shifted his body to one side so she could breathe. He was too big to keep from smashing her. He kept one leg between her thighs, not willing to completely eliminate his presence. He brushed a lock of damp hair from her brow. Lord, he was in so much trouble.

  He squared his face with hers and narrowed his gaze. “Tell me why you haven’t slept with a man before.”

  She shrugged, though he knew what she was about to share was worth far more than a simple shrug. “It’s not all that interesting really.” She licked her lips.

  “I don’t care how boring it is. Spill.”

  She nodded. “I’m getting there. Give me a second.” She closed her eyes, fortifying herself or looking into her mind for the words. “When I was fifteen, I had a girlfriend, Leslie…”

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bsp; “Girlfriend girlfriend?”

  She smiled again. “Sort of. We had experimented a bit, kissing and groping. We were young. We weren’t sure what we were.”

  “Go on.”

  “One day my dad walked in on us. He was livid.”

  Carlton leaned closer, keeping his eyes on hers, watching every move she made. He caressed her arm as she spoke.

  “You’d think he caught me killing someone or gunning down a community the way he ranted. He told Leslie to leave his house and she wasn’t welcome to return.”

  Carlton sucked in a sharp breath. He ached for the girl who’d not been accepted for who she was. Now he understood better why she was slightly estranged from her family.

  “Leslie scrambled out of my room as if the house were on fire. She glanced back at me and mouthed call me.” Maggie paused. “I listened to my father scream at me for over an hour about what a sinner I was and how I needed to get myself straight with God if I wanted to avoid my designated spot in hell. He didn’t let me say a word, which was good because I didn’t have anything to add.

  “I was livid with his reaction. It wasn’t as though I expected anything different, but I had hoped. I’d known I was attracted to girls for a long time. I was attracted to both girls and boys. Either really.

  “My dad never let me explain myself. Of course nothing I could have said would have mattered to him. When he finally left, he shut me in my room and told me I was grounded until he could decide what to do next. I wasn’t to leave the room or call anyone.

  “Before he could get down the hall, I had Leslie on the phone. I apologized for my dad, afraid she wouldn’t speak to me again. But she was more understanding than I gave her credit for. We’d been friends for ten years before that day. We’d started fooling around only recently.

  “I wanted more. I wasn’t done. And nothing my father said would stop me. I thought I was in love with Leslie at that moment. We agreed to sneak out late that night and go to a rave.

  “My mother brought me dinner, not meeting my gaze or saying a word. Dad must have told her to avoid me. He controls her like a puppet. She kept her lips pursed. Her eyes were red. I think she’d been crying. I never knew if it was in disappointment over what she’d heard about me or sadness about the way my father reacted. I’ve never known her true thoughts. She only mimics what my father insists upon.