Bound to be Tempted: Emergence, Book 4

by Becca Jameson

  She was calmer this time, but still self-conscious stripped like this in front of Kelly, her pussy so recently shaved.

  Kelly handed the first pair to Carlton. He gripped one in his left hand and played with the opening of the other.

  “Those are tweezer-style, the most common. They pinch the nipple from underneath and dangle onto the breast below. They can be simple or ornate, depending on how much weight you want on them and how obvious you want them to be. You can adjust the intensity.”

  Margaret doubted Kelly had anything to say that Carlton didn’t already know. But Margaret appreciated the explanation anyway, and perhaps that had been Kelly’s motivation for the providing such explicit details in the first place.

  Either way, it helped prepare Margaret for what she was up against. Even after all these years as a sub, she’d never worn nipple clamps. She’d seen them on other people, but Lori hadn’t asked her to wear them, nor had any previous Domme.

  Carlton cupped Margaret’s breast in one hand, weighing it as he stepped closer to her until less than an inch separated them. He leaned down to graze her ear with his lips and whispered, “Relax. We’re going to try several pairs and choose the best ones. I want you to wear them for me. I know they’ll look fantastic on you, no matter which ones we choose. Can you do that?”

  She nodded, biting her lower lip as she fought the shiver his lips threatened to send down her body with each breath against her earlobe.

  He stepped back a few inches and grasped her nipple with his thumb and pointer. She was growing accustomed to the sensation. He pulled outward, drawing the tight bud away from her body, causing her to sway forward.

  “Stay still, baby.” His voice was gentle. Low. “Your nipple needs to be stiff when I clamp it.”

  He rolled the offended tip in his fingers both directions, languidly, almost too far.

  Meanwhile Margaret’s pussy grew wet with need. She inched her legs closer instinctively, praying a line of her moisture didn’t drip from her lower lips.

  Carlton didn’t say a word, but he did step between her legs with one foot and nudge them apart again. While she was concentrating on her sex, he attached the clamp to her nipple. He let it go, leaving it to hang down from her breast.

  Margaret gasped at the sudden sharp pinch.

  “Breathe. It isn’t that bad. Concentrate. I want to find the right ones that hurt just enough to keep your attention, but also make you more aroused. If they’re too tight, you won’t be able to get beyond the pain to the pleasure.”

  Margaret nodded subtly, not willing to move more than necessary and not trusting her mouth enough to separate her lips for fear she would moan.

  He switched to her other nipple and worked it in a similar fashion until she had to press her lips together. When the pinch came, she was more prepared.

  “How do those feel?” Kelly asked.

  “Um…” Margaret wasn’t sure. “Okay, I guess.” She held as still as possible.

  “I like these. Do they come in different styles?” Carlton turned toward Kelly.

  “Yes. Different weights and a variety of dangles. I can show you a selection.”

  “Okay. Let’s try another set.” Without warning he unpinched first one nipple and then the other.

  Margaret gasped. She fought the urge to come. It seemed ludicrous she was that close without him touching her pussy.

  “Better give her a second to recover, Carlton,” Kelly warned.

  Thank God, because Margaret didn’t think she could have made her lips move to advise Carlton similarly.

  Kelly opened another package. “Try these next. They tend to be a little more intense. I wouldn’t recommend starting with them, but you might want to purchase them for later. They’re called clover clamps. Their pinch is firmer, and they aren’t adjustable.”

  Carlton didn’t give Margaret much time to think. He pinched one already offended nipple between two fingers and quickly clamped it with the new device of torture.

  “Oh God. That’s tight.” Margaret squeezed her eyes shut. She hadn’t had permission to speak out like that, but she also couldn’t help it. “Too tight.”

  Carlton removed it within seconds and he leaned forward to take the swollen bud into his mouth, licking it and sucking it until the sting eased. “We’ll leave that one for now. I don’t want you in so much pain you can’t derive pleasure. I’m not that kind of Dom.” He took her cheek in his palm and kissed her lips. “You know that, right?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said breathlessly. She was learning his ways. It hadn’t been twelve hours yet, and already she knew she could trust him. Actually, she’d known before last night, but the reinforcement was reassuring.

  Carlton turned around. “I’ll look at a few tweezer varieties up front, and we’ll take the dress.”

  “Perfect.” Kelly slipped out of the room again, leaving Margaret with Carlton’s intense gaze on her naked body.

  “I can’t wait for you to wear those for me.” He stepped closer. “Did they make you wet?”

  “Very, Sir.”

  He shocked her by stroking a finger through her pussy and bringing it to his mouth. He sucked it clean, moaning as though her cream was the tastiest of treats.

  He stepped even closer until she breathed the same air as him, a chill shaking her as he wrapped an arm around her back and forced her to step backward as he continued to approach. In seconds, he had her back against the wall. He leaned into her with his body, wedging one knee between her legs. “Step out, baby.” His voice was gravelly, low, almost hoarse.

  She obeyed, widening her stance.

  “Clasp your hands behind your neck.”

  She lifted them and threaded her fingers together to anchor her arms behind her head.

  And then he was inside her, his fingers thrusting so deep so fast he took her breath away. His thumb landed on her clit and pressed hard enough to bring her up onto her toes. “Not a sound. If you can stay perfectly still and quiet, I’ll let you come. If you make a single peep, I’ll stop.”

  She nodded. Her eyes fell shut as he thrust again, deeper if that was possible. He fucked her hard and fast as her arousal built to a sharp peak.

  A tiny, high-pitched squeak pierced the silence.

  And then his fingers were gone.

  Her eyes shot wide open, as did her mouth. “No,” she blurted. She was so close. Her body shook with need.

  Carlton calmly sucked his fingers clean of her wetness and kissed her forehead. “You’ll learn to stay quiet if you want to come.”

  Sweat gathered on her temples as she tried to catch her breath. Her pussy pulsed, the need still there. She pleaded with her eyes, but he ignored her. When he released her body, she nearly collapsed, her wobbly legs not willing or able to support her. All her blood pooled in her sex, demanding release she wouldn’t get.

  Carlton turned to grab the dress she’d come in wearing. He slipped it over her head as though she were unable to do so herself. And he probably had good reason. She doubted her arms would have been able to keep from fumbling if she tried to lift the material over her head.

  Her pussy still pulsed. Wetness ran down her legs. She stepped forward awkwardly, not closing her legs for fear they would rub together and create even more friction she would be reprimanded for.

  Carlton took her hand and led her from the room so fast her face still felt flushed with need. Her feet barely followed directions. The dress felt too tight. Her nipples abraded against the cotton as though it were sandpaper. The front of the skirt grazed across her naked clit, torturing her further.

  Carlton smiled at her as he checked out, completely ignoring what had just happened. If he said anything, she couldn’t hear him over the roar in her ears.

  She watched him select a pair of clamps that had something dangling from them. She couldn’t say what it was. She was
in a fog as though drugged. A sexual haze that wouldn’t abate until she came. And he’d denied her that opportunity. And it was her own fault for not controlling her mouth.

  He wasn’t angry. It was a matter of fact. He wouldn’t punish her for her transgression. She could tell it was over for him. Her punishment for not obeying his order had already been doled out in the form of denial.

  Orgasm denial. He was fond of it. He would use it against her to train her. She understood that clearly. And any part she didn’t quite grasp would be very sharp in her mind within days. He was a fair master. She’d known he would be. He hadn’t done anything other than what he’d expressly promised.

  Carlton led her to the Land Rover and helped her inside. She winced as she sat on the seat, her pussy sticking against the leather. She spread her legs to avoid any friction and to please him.

  When he entered his side, he turned to her. “Do you understand what happened?”

  “I do, Sir,” she mumbled.

  “Tell me.”

  She felt her cheeks heat under his intense scrutiny. “You asked me not to make a noise. I failed. You stopped the orgasm.”

  “How do you feel?”

  “Denied.”

  “Does it feel good?”

  “No, Sir. It actually hurts.” She wasn’t kidding. A tight knot had formed in the pit of her stomach that wouldn’t lessen as long as she remained on the edge. And that could be a long time.

  “You think you can control yourself next time?”

  “I’ll try, Sir.” She couldn’t promise anything. When he touched her, she lost all sense of anything but his fingers. Her mouth hadn’t seemed to be connected to her brain anymore.

  He smiled. “I know you will.” He touched her cheek with his fingers. “You’re so gorgeous when you come. I don’t like to deny you.”

  She swallowed and nodded.

  Carlton started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.

  Margaret tucked her hands under her thighs again and tried to breathe normally.

  It was going to be a long day.

  Chapter Ten

  Carlton pulled the car up to the back entrance of Emergence without saying a word. He’d kept one eye on the rearview mirror and one out the windshield the entire drive. Either he was growing paranoid, or the same car always seemed to be on their tail every time they drove. The world is covered with dark sedans, dude. Loosen up.

  He shook the irrational fear from his mind and parked. He had things he needed to take care of at work. Saturday was a busy day, and he needed to make sure everything was attended to before they opened in the evening.

  Maggie fidgeted in her seat.

  He knew what she was thinking. “The only person here is Jason. I don’t think Jason cares if you’re out for the day without a bra. Do you?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Then let’s go inside. I’ll order lunch. It’s late. You must be starving.”

  Carlton took her hand as he led her inside. He loved the feel of her small palm against his. He totally swallowed her hand with his. As they passed Jason’s office, Carlton greeted him. “Hey, boss.”

  Jason glanced at his watch and smirked. “Getting a late start today?”

  “We had some things to take care of.” He leaned on the doorframe, keeping Maggie at his back as he rolled his eyes. “I’ll be in my office if you need me.”

  Carlton knew Jason well. The man was teasing. And Carlton deserved the ribbing after the number of years he’d gone without a sub, even a temporary one.

  Carlton led Maggie to his office and pointed toward the love seat against the wall. “Sit, baby. I’ll order us some sandwiches.”

  He watched as she carefully lowered herself onto his soft, beige leather couch.

  “We aren’t at home, Maggie. Sit however you like. I don’t expect you to hold any particular form here unless I specifically shut the door and tell you so.”

  She nodded and tucked her legs under her.

  The first item of business was lunch. Carlton called his favorite deli down the street and ordered sandwiches to be delivered. Then he powered up his computer and proceeded to check his email.

  “What exactly do you do for Jason?” she asked.

  The door to the office was open, and at that moment Jason happened to walk in. “Everything,” he said with a smile. “Without him, I’d still be in the small, run-down location where I started. He arranges the cleaning crew, stocks the beverages and snacks, keeps up the membership, sends out the bills, handles payroll, checks the backgrounds of any perspective members. He’s God around here.” He lowered his voice to barely above a whisper. “Secretly, he runs the show. I’m just a pretty face.”

  “I’d hardly go that far, but thank you, Jason.” Carlton shook his head. He’d been with Jason so long he knew the man inside and out. He could guess what the man needed before he asked. And now was no exception. “Did you get my list of guests for tonight?”

  Jason laughed again. “See what I mean? He’s one step ahead of me,” he said, facing Maggie. Then he turned toward Carlton. “I did. Anything I need to know specifically?”

  “I don’t think so. Nobody stands out for tonight.”

  “Good. And you’ll be here?”

  “I will,” Carlton said. “Maggie will be here also.”

  Jason turned back to Maggie. “Let me know if you need anything. And you know you’re free to come and go from the back rooms any time, right?”

  Maggie nodded. “Thank you.”

  Jason backed up toward the door as he directed his attention to Carlton once again. “Make sure you have enough staff available to handle things up front. Delegate, man. You’ve been here for ten years. You deserve to enjoy yourself. Spend time with your sub. Don’t work your ass off at the front door. I’ve been telling you that for years. Now’s the time to get other people to do the grunt work for you. They can come to me if they have a problem. The place won’t fall apart if your huge frame isn’t blocking the entrance.” Jason chuckled as he left the office.

  Carlton smirked and turned back to his computer.

  “You’re like family to him,” Maggie said.

  “Yeah.”

  A buzzing noise at Maggie’s feet indicated her cell was ringing in her purse.

  Carlton watched her face as she cringed, a slight flinch indicating she wasn’t pleased.

  “Are you going to get that?”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  “Who is it?” Obviously she had the ringtone set up for someone or she wouldn’t have reacted in that fashion.

  “My mom.”

  He watched her face as she lowered her gaze. “Does she call often?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you don’t answer?”

  Margaret rolled her eyes. “She wants me to come over for dinner usually. She has hounded me more often lately.”

  “And your dad?”

  “Nah. He doesn’t call. He probably thinks I’m a lost cause.”

  “Do you ever go? To dinner, I mean?”

  “Never.”

  “Maybe you should?”

  She smiled. “Are you going to bug me about this?”

  “Maybe. If it’s that painful for you, you need to put it to rest. At least with your mom. Who knows? Maybe she isn’t as rigid as your dad. Maybe she secretly wishes she had a relationship with you. Maybe if you give her a chance, she’ll show you a side of her you never knew existed.”

  “Or maybe she’ll tell me not to let the door hit me on the ass on the way out.”

  “And would that really be worse at this point? You have to ask yourself if you’re better off with or without people sometimes. This is one of those times.”

  “I know all this, Carlton.” She wasn’t angry, but exasperated.

  He decided not
to push the subject further right then.

  The sandwiches came and they ate together. They were both starving and polished the meal off fast.

  “Those are good. I’ve never been to that deli before,” Maggie said as she wiped her mouth with a napkin. She leaned back on the couch. “Now I’m exhausted. You’ve worn me out.”

  “Take a nap. That love seat is small, but you’re hardly bigger than it. Lie down and rest. I’ve got a few more things to do before I can wrap up for the day.” Jason was very understanding, and Carlton knew the man meant every word he’d said about Carlton taking time for himself, but his work ethic wouldn’t permit him to fool around all day. He needed to spend the afternoon making sure the place was ready to open.

  “Mm. I might do that.” She leaned to one side and curled her legs under her. Her cheek rested on the arm of the sofa, and she tucked her hands under her chin and closed her eyes.

  God, she was precious. He was so fucking screwed.

  Carlton glanced up every few minutes to watch her sleep. So peaceful. When she was asleep, all her worries disappeared and her expression relaxed. The only other time she let go of her problems was when she was aroused.

  He liked both looks on her.

  About an hour later, he finished checking on everything for that evening and shut down the computer. He rounded the desk and padded to his sleeping sub. For a few minutes he simply stared down at her, not wanting to disturb her. But the need to touch her was larger than his will to hold back.

  He soundlessly backed to the office door, shut it with a slight snick and turned the lock on the knob.

  When he returned to Maggie, he kneeled at her side and set his hand on her smooth, creamy thigh. The dress was so short, it barely covered her ass, and he didn’t intend for it to do even that now.

  He caressed her skin as he eased his hand higher.

  She moaned into the arm of the couch, and her top leg rose just enough to separate her thighs and give him better access to her pussy.

  Panties were the dumbest invention of man, and Carlton was glad he’d banned them. When he wanted pussy, he didn’t want the hindrance to get in the way.