Bound to be Tempted: Emergence, Book 4

by Becca Jameson

  “No, we cannot go back to my office,” he mocked in a close approximation of her whiny voice. “First of all, you forget who’s in charge here. And second of all…” He pressed his thumb against her clit. “…I want you to come right here for me first. Quietly. And without moving.” He kissed her temple and then angled his head to take her lips briefly. “Think you can do that?”

  “History would suggest otherwise.” She moaned again, her head rolling on his shoulder.

  Carlton pulled his hand out of her and released her breast. Except for her leaning against his chest, he didn’t touch her. He held his hands out in front of her.

  “No, honey. Please…” She reached for his hands as though she were strong enough to force him to complete the deed.

  “You want my cock inside you?”

  “Yes,” she answered breathlessly.

  “Yes? That’s it? Just yes?”

  “Yes, Sir. Please, Sir. I need you. Please. I can’t stand it.”

  “Hmm. What are you willing to do to get my cock?”

  “Anything, Carlton. Please.” She grabbed his wrists, tugging to no avail.

  “Look at me.”

  She leaned her face back again and met his gaze with lowered lids.

  “You’ll sit here until you come without making a sound or moving a muscle. I don’t care if it takes all night or halfway into next week. I don’t care if you have five hundred noisy, wiggly orgasms before you master the task. Until you can manage that simple request, I won’t let you move. Understand?”

  She nodded, her eyes huge, her mouth hanging open.

  “You believe me?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She should. He’d never backed down on a threat. “You do that. You find a way to come to my specifications on this bar stool, baby, and I’ll fuck you so hard in my office you won’t be able to see. Got it?”

  She nodded.

  “And don’t tempt me to spank you by letting out a string of cuss words. I know you like to be spanked.”

  Carlton stuck his hands back into the same places he’d had them a minute ago, one wrapped around her gorgeous tit, the other pressing into the sweet pussy she hid between her thighs.

  He stroked her skin and then pinched and pulled on her nipple and her clit simultaneously.

  She hitched in a breath, but otherwise didn’t move. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she finally closed them. He let her have that, knowing it would help her concentrate if she didn’t have to look at the people around them and wonder if they all “knew”.

  Not that it mattered. It was a BDSM club, but all the more reason to practice here. He wanted her to be able to come for him anywhere at any time. But she wasn’t anywhere close to letting that happen yet.

  But here in Emergence? There was no better, safer place for her to let herself go.

  “That’s it, baby. So good. So wet. So fucking hot.” He tugged on her clit between his fingers and then smoothed them over the surface and rubbed.

  She mewled, but not loud enough for anyone but him to hear.

  “I’m going to slide inside you now. Brace yourself.” He followed his words with a thrust of his fingers.

  She held her face steady, scrunching up her nose, but otherwise not moving her body.

  He stroked slow and easy, molding her breast and cupping her hot pussy. “Spread your legs wider, baby. Nobody’s looking. They all just think we’re whispering to each other at the bar.”

  She complied, pulling her knees farther apart.

  “That’s it, baby. So submissive. Do you know how hard you make me when you obey me?”

  She didn’t answer.

  He chuckled into her neck. “Very fucking hard.”

  She flinched when he hit her G-spot again.

  “Easy.” He grazed his fingers over the spot, praising her. “Still. You can do it. I know you can. Let the orgasm build. Don’t fight it. Let it rush out of you. Just concentrate on your pussy and the pressure building in your belly.” He stroked some more, knowing the signs she was getting close.

  She fought, gritting her teeth together.

  He was so proud. “That’s my girl. So sexy. Are you close, baby?”

  She didn’t answer that question either.

  He knew she couldn’t. “So obedient. So submissive. I love you so much, baby.” He thrust deeper. Nothing existed around him. He had no idea if the stools next to her were occupied or not. He didn’t care. All he could see was his Maggie and the look of raw passion on her face. She might be able to come without moving her body or moaning her release finally, but she was fooling no one with her expression. Her entire face was lit up with unadulterated need.

  He thrust harder, deeper, watching for signs she was about to come.

  When her breath hitched, he knew it was time.

  “So close. I’m so proud of you. I know you can do it. Come, baby. Come for me. Now.”

  Except for the smallest stiffening of her torso, the only thing Carlton could feel was the gripping pulse of Maggie’s pussy around his fingers. He kept stroking her until the tremors subsided and he knew she was coming down.

  And then he kissed her, taking her lips in a long, slow, sexy melting of mouths. He plundered every inch of her mouth, wanting to climb inside her and fuse their bodies together as one so she’d never be separated from him. Safe. Protected. Loved.

  Finally, he released her lips.

  She smiled at him, her eyes hazy with lust. “Did I pass? Will you please fuck me now?”

  “Baby, I was going to fuck you no matter what. How long do you think I could have resisted?”

  Her eyes widened. “You’re cruel.” She swatted at him, making contact with his arm.

  “It worked, didn’t it? Did you not just have the most glorious orgasm?”

  She shook her head in dismay. “You’re so cocky, Sir.”

  “Yes, baby. I’m cocky. Now please take my cock back to the office and let me fill your pussy with it.” He lifted her off the stool and took her hand.

  “What if I want to suck you off instead, Sir?”

  He shook his head. “Not gonna happen. Maybe after I see those two pink lines on that pregnancy test, but not before.”

  “What’s the hurry?”

  He knew what she meant. He shrugged as he pulled her into the back hallway and shut out the noises of the club. He pressed her into the door and took her face in his hands. “I’m not getting any younger, baby. And when I put my mind to something, I tend to go for it until I get what I want.”

  She pinkened, her skin flushing. “I’m glad I’m on that list.”

  “You’re so totally on that list, baby.” He kissed her again.

  “And you’re sure about this? You don’t think we’re rushing it?”

  He paused and met her gaze. “Are you sure?”

  “Never wanted anything so badly in my life. Now that I have you, I want to fast-forward to the perfect picture frame.”

  He stared at her, an idea forming in his mind. And then he quickly pulled her down the hall until they were secured in his office behind the locked door.

  “What?” she asked. “What did I say?”

  “I was just thinking I don’t have enough pictures of you.”

  She shook her head. “Not this again. You took some of my nipples that day you put the clamps on for the first time.”

  “Yeah, well, now I need some more. Lower. To mark the day I got you pregnant.” He pulled her dress over her head easily, leaving her awesome naked body open to his perusal.

  “Lower?” she hedged, backing up a step.

  “Yep. Lower.” He backed her into the couch. “Sit. Spread your legs. Hold them open for me.”

  She shivered as she obeyed him, grasping her knees from behind with her hands and holding her pussy open to his view.
“Are you sure about this?”

  “Very.” He pulled his phone from his pocket. He stared at her for a moment first. “Do you know how sexy you are? Your pussy is swollen and red from your orgasm.” He flipped to the camera and snapped several shots of her wanton pose before she could think about it further.

  She moaned.

  “Ah, you liked that.” He set the phone down and climbed between her legs.

  “If you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.”

  He chuckled, taking her thighs and holding them open wider. He leaned in and kissed her pussy reverently. “Mmm. You smell so good. I want to eat you so bad.”

  She squirmed at his teasing.

  “But I’m not going to.” He stood and made quick work of losing his clothes. “I want to take you with my cock this time. And then, when you’re full of my semen, I want you to lie there and hold it in while I wrap up things at my desk. Okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I have a good feeling about this.”

  “Me too, Sir.” She stared up at him.

  He knew two things. She wasn’t referring to his ability to impregnate her tonight. Her good feeling was much deeper than that.

  And secondly, they were both right.

  About the Author

  Becca Jameson lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband and two kids. When she isn’t writing, she can be found reading, editing, scrapbooking, running, swimming, biking or taxiing kids all over creation. She doesn’t sleep much…or sit down often…but she loves to be busy! Unlike many other authors, Becca had never written a single word until a few years ago. After enjoying several years on the editing side of the business, Becca decided to give writing a try. Now she can’t stop! And the voices in her head are clamoring to get out faster than she can get them onto “paper”! Still experimenting with both contemporary and paranormal genres, there is no telling what she may come up with next. To learn more about Becca Jameson, visit her blog at www.beccajameson.com, email her at beccajameson4@aol.com or tweet her @beccajameson.

  Look for these titles by Becca Jameson

  Now Available:

  Emergence

  Bound to be Taken

  Bound to be Tamed

  Bound to be Tested

  Durham Wolves

  Rescue in the Smokies

  Fire in the Smokies

  Freedom in the Smokies

  The whip never leaves a mark. Love…that’s another story.

  Bound to be Tested

  © 2015 Becca Jameson

  Emergence, Book 3

  Lori Polluck has reshaped her kink from bottom to top.

  In the two years since her Dom disappeared without a trace, she’s transformed herself from perfect submissive to successful Domme. Her relationship with her submissive, Margaret, is…comfortable. Life is good. Until her past strides into Emergence, commandeers her scene, and turns her heart inside out.

  Jude Cavanaugh can’t change his past, but he can definitely take charge of his future.

  A mission he can never reveal took him away from Lori, he thought for good. But a twist of fate has brought him back to his life, his town, his club. He plans to reclaim it all—including his woman. Sure, she’s with someone else. Sure, she’s switched in every possible way. But the instant they touch, it’s clear Lori is still his to control. And she doesn’t like it one damned bit.

  The road ahead will be rocky. Especially since Lori will just have to take it on faith that he won’t skip out again. But when nightmares turn real, they’ll both need to show ultimate trust to survive.

  Warning: This book contains intense bondage scenes. Man on woman as well as woman on woman action will titillate the mind. Be prepared for public nudity, vibrators, a seriously huge dildo, restraints, a ring gag, spreader bars, lube action, and a steaming-hot wax scene…

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Bound to be Tested:

  Lori put the last of the dishes away and leaned against the counter to stare out the kitchen window. It was Friday night. One week ago today she’d been faced with the stunning revelation that Jude Cavanaugh was back in town. Where had he been all week after torturing her last Friday?

  She figured he’d met with Jason by then. She hadn’t asked, but the two had been best friends at one time. There was little doubt they’d exchanged words at some point this week. Lori was afraid to find out.

  She hadn’t spoken to Margaret all week. And to be honest, she’d spent more time dreaming about Jude, both awake and asleep, than the sub she’d lived with for over a year. Guilt made her curse under her breath. She nearly always went to Emergence on a Friday night, but there was no way she could do so this week. She couldn’t darken the doors of that club right now.

  She didn’t know if she was avoiding Margaret or Jude, but either prospect made her feel the tightening stress in her chest. She didn’t know what to say to Margaret yet. She’d asked for some time. And Margaret had given it to her. Lori knew Margaret had returned at some point during the week and taken more of her belongings. Her side of the closet was almost empty.

  Lori swallowed back the knowledge that if she truly loved Margaret like she deserved, Lori would fight for her. Instead she pined over the memories of a long-lost relationship she had no idea would ever be hers again to enjoy. She never should have let that bastard get under her skin. Lori stomped around the room. She was wrung out. Luckily her classes had been light this week or she’d have had a meltdown.

  The doorbell rang, freezing Lori in her tracks. She took a deep breath, her heart racing, before she shook her head and regained some sense. Probably Jason. She hadn’t spoken to him and he was surely tired of her silence.

  Expecting to roll her eyes at the only real family she had, she whipped the door open—and froze.

  He wasn’t facing her at first. He’d turned around to wait for someone to come to the door. But his ass was enough to make her weak in the knees, and his jeans pulled tight around his firm cheeks because he had his hands in his pockets.

  When he turned, his look was one of remorse. “May I come in?”

  As though she were a puppet, Lori stood back and nodded. Why the fuck was she letting him in?

  Her hands shook and she fisted them at her sides as he shut the door behind him. He turned the deadbolt, because he was that controlling. Immediately she felt his gaze penetrating her from above. Why did the man have to be so tall on top of everything else?

  Jude stepped farther into the living space and wandered around, absorbing everything Lori owned. She felt open, almost violated. This was her space, dammit. Her apartment. Nothing in it was his. She’d taken nothing from the house when she’d sold it. Not even photographs of the two of them together.

  He would find nothing to remind him of the past.

  This apartment belonged to Lori, and Margaret. They’d forged their way together.

  “How did you two meet?” He fingered the edges of a painting on the wall, one Lori and Margaret had purchased together over the summer on vacation at the beach. They’d bought it from a street vendor. It held sweet memories.

  Lori jerked her gaze from the painting to the man in front of it as he turned toward her and lifted an eyebrow. He’d asked her a question. He’d never been a patient man.

  She knew who he was talking about. “At the club.”

  “Emergence?”

  “Yes.” Lori tried hard not to fidget. She’d been completely in control for so long it felt odd to be out of sorts again. He did this to her just by being in the room.

  She squeezed her legs together in attempt to keep the pulsing need that emerged in her pussy at bay. Thirty seconds and he had her befuddled.

  And he looked fucking sexier than ever with his head shaved close and his two-day-old beard. How did he manage to look like that all the time? Except for the blue smudges under his eyes that made him
look ten years older, he was GQ sexy.

  “Sit.” He pointed at the couch.

  When she didn’t move quick enough, he nodded at the couch, one eyebrow raised as though he didn’t appreciate having to repeat himself.

  Lori shuffled around to the couch, keeping her gaze locked on Jude. Goddamn him.

  Somehow she managed to make it to her designated spot and grasped her thighs with her hands. She struggled not to bite her lower lip. He loved it when she did that. He punished her for it, but he loved punishing her. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

  She did squeeze her knees together, though. That would get his goat.

  Jude wandered, examining everything in sight. With his back to her, he made her wait.

  “What are you doing here, Jude?” Lori asked, emboldened by the knowledge that he didn’t own her anymore.

  “I moved back.” He strolled behind her.

  “I see that. Are you here to stay?”

  “Depends.”

  On me.

  “I’d like to.” He leaned over the back of the couch and twirled a length of Lori’s hair in one hand. “Your hair is longer.” He dropped the lock. “What made you try topping?” he asked as he ran a finger down Lori’s neck.

  She shivered. “It just kind of happened.” And it’s none of your business.

  “Have you been with anyone else?”

  God, he was bold. That bastard. She knew what he meant. The unspoken “since I left” hung in the air. “It’s not really any of your business.” There, she said it. “Where have you been?”

  Ignoring her question, he leaned in closer to her ear. She could feel his warm breath on her skin. “Lori.” He spoke the single word with authority. She wanted to slap him. She also wanted him to fuck her.

  “Sir?” God, why had she said that? The word came out from habit.

  “Have. You. Been. With. Anyone. Else?”

  She shook her head and lowered her gaze. “Not exactly, Sir. I tried, but—”

  He stood and wandered in front of her again.

  Dammit. He was assessing her. She loathed him at that moment. And she wished to hell that emotion overrode her other feelings toward him. The reality was, dead or alive, he owned her. He would for the rest of her life. Their souls were entwined. It wasn’t a bond she could break even if she never saw him again. No one would ever meet the standards he met in her eyes.