Bound to be Tamed: Emergence, Book 2

by Becca Jameson

  It was all Stephanie could do to breathe. In. Out. In…

  “See if she’s aroused,” Dane said.

  Aiden reached between her legs and stroked two fingers through her sex. “Oh yeah. She’s aroused all right. Dripping. Does it make you horny when you do our bidding?”

  Stephanie moaned. It took all her concentration to maintain form. They knew it did. That’s what had gotten them to this stage in the first place. The relationship had escalated last week into…this. This thing. This submissive role Stephanie found herself craving, needing like a drug.

  “Okay,” Aiden said as he licked his fingers of her juices, “so rule number one: You will remain unclothed at all times when in the house unless we expressly permit otherwise.

  “Rule number two: You will assume this position anytime we enter a room and maintain it until we advise differently.

  “Rule number three: You will not speak to us unless we ask your opinion about something. Most communication will require nothing beyond, ‘Yes, Sir.’”

  Holy shit. This was intense. Where was the negotiating?

  Dane stepped forward into her space next to Aiden. She saw only their bare feet and the bottoms of their jeans. They both had sexy feet. “We will have assignments for you to accomplish to fill your time. We’ve done a lot of studying and research concerning D/s relationships. You’re new. We will expect you to learn and commit to memory several new concepts. We’ll discuss them at the end of the day, answer any questions you have and address concerns. Are we clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.” The strain of their intensity was making her sway on her knees.

  “We want you to go all-in on this plan. Follow orders. Obey commands. Strive for excellence,” Aiden added. “It’s going to be difficult at times. That’s the idea. If we don’t pull out all the stops, we won’t get the full effect.”

  Dane spoke again. “Obviously in our normal everyday life, you wouldn’t be able to maintain the level of submission we expect in the beginning, but it’s the best method of ensuring all of us are on the same page.

  “This morning we’re going to leave you with a list of things to consider. Please take the time to ponder every item thoroughly and make notes about each one. We’ll go over that list this afternoon when we have a break from work.

  “You may stand,” Dane said. “Follow me.” He headed for the corner of the room. There was a mat positioned under the windows. Perhaps a gymnastics mat…or one of those mats five-year-olds nap on in kindergarten…

  Dane pointed at the mat. “This will be your home base, so to speak. You’ll spend a lot of time here reading, studying, journaling and practicing new techniques.”

  She raised her eyebrows at the word techniques, but thankfully had the foresight to keep her head lowered. Not low enough to avoid noticing the height of the two windows, one on each wall in the corner.

  Stephanie lifted her chin and glanced outside. She couldn’t keep words from flying out of her mouth. “The blinds?”

  “First position,” Aiden commanded, pointing at the mat.

  She knelt on the mat, biting her lip. Shit.

  Dane stepped so close she could only see his knees. “Did we ask your opinion on the window coverings?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “We’ve given you only three rules so far. Think you can manage those?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Now, since you’re so concerned about the windows, look outside.” Dane pointed to the corner as she lifted her gaze. “Turn yourself to face the corner.”

  Stephanie waddled into position on her knees until her ass was to the men and her breasts were at the level of the bottom of the window. She sucked oxygen in. Voyeurism was not her thing.

  Aiden tapped the glass above her head, making her jump. “What do you see?”

  She glanced around the wide view of the neighborhood she had through the two panes. Not much at this height, she had to admit.

  Aiden continued, “Nothing. This building is higher than the surrounding buildings and we’re on the fifteenth floor. A person would have to have binoculars and be very specifically poised somewhere to see in. And the windows are tinted. You can see out much better than anyone can see in. Like the back seat of a car.”

  Her shoulders relaxed an inch.

  “Don’t think we didn’t consider this, little sub. We know the openness will make you uncomfortable, but that’s the idea.” Dane pressed a palm to her shoulder when she started to turn in his direction.

  Guess I’m supposed to stay here.

  “This is a learning period. You need to get to know yourself as well as we do. We’re going to ask you to stretch your comfort level a little more every day, starting with your nudity.” Dane leaned down toward her ear. “Did you see those subs at the club Friday night?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Were they mostly clothed?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “How did that make you feel?” Dane asked.

  She swallowed. “Aroused, Sir.”

  “Did you want to join them?”

  “No, Sir.” She spat the words out. God, don’t make me expose myself in public…

  Aiden spoke from her other side. “And yet, exposing one’s sub is part of the lifestyle. We want you to explore this hang up. We know you were particularly worried about people seeing your body Friday, but that wasn’t the only time. You nearly fainted when we had your pussy waxed. And that was simply the woman who owned the shop. People do it every day.

  “At the fetish shop, you struggled to let Deidrick take your measurements. All this we noticed and we didn’t push you. But that was last week. As part of your commitment to submission, we want to work on breaking you of that aversion.”

  What the hell have I agreed to? Stephanie’s spine went rigid.

  Dane kissed her ear and blew on the lobe. “Relax. We aren’t going to throw you to the wolves. Baby steps. And don’t forget you can always use your safe word if it gets too intense.”

  His words soothed her. Damn him. Her nipples puckered when he leaned over and blew air across her chest. Don’t moan. She bit the inside of her mouth. At this rate, she’d draw blood before the end of one week.

  Aiden tapped her shoulder. “Don’t move your body, but turn your head to follow where I’m pointing.”

  She lifted her face.

  Aiden’s arm was angled to first one corner of the room and then another. “Do you know what those are?”

  Fuck. She couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud. How had she never noticed the black swinging cameras in the room before now?

  She flushed. God. She’d endured a lengthy punishment on the master bed last Friday, her legs spread wide, her pussy stuffed. Had they watched?

  “We had them installed over the weekend. Never know about burglars around here.” Aiden waggled his eyebrows.

  Stephanie exhaled when she realized they hadn’t spied on her punishment last week.

  “The cameras are located all over the apartment. This room has two. They run on a closed circuit that only Dane and I have access to. We can open the connection on either of our phones or computers.”

  Stephanie tightened her pussy. They were going to watch her. She wouldn’t even know when they were looking.

  “As long as you follow the instructions we leave you, you won’t have any problems. Obviously we can’t sit around at work watching you read all day, but know that we will spot check to make sure you’re doing as you were told.” Aiden nodded at the cameras again.

  “When you’re working, we’ll be able to see you in the office. Are you clear on this?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Dane wrapped his arm around Aiden. “We need to get changed and get to work. There’s a list on the floor next to you. Go over it thoroughly this morning and make notations as instructed. We’ll discuss it later. You aren’t to leave this mat except to use the bathroom or have lunch. On your left is a cell phone. Its main purpose is for us to contact you. We will
call or text occasionally. You may respond with ‘Yes, Sir’ so we know you have understood any instructions.

  “Of course, you may use it if you have an emergency or need to reach us for a specific reason that is warranted. Otherwise, you will not call or text anyone. You aren’t to use the phone for any other purpose. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice wobbled.

  Dane stepped away and returned pulling on a shirt. “I know you must feel overwhelmed, but that’s normal in a D/s relationship. We’ll control everything. You’ll obey. Simple.”

  Aiden stepped into his pants. “While you’re learning the aspects of submission you’ll have almost no freedoms and your only job will be to obey our directives.”

  Dane finished the buttons on his standard starched white shirt that he wore every day as the head chef. “You endured punishments twice last week, so you have an idea of what to expect. You will continue to be reprimanded as the need arises and most evenings you will be disciplined if you break the rules.”

  Stephanie’s mouth grew dry. Her pussy did not. Every word, every syllable, reached into her submissive side and demanded compliance to their wishes. She wanted to please them. She wanted the rewards that pleasing them brought her.

  Deep inside, she believed this was the life she was meant for. She couldn’t be certain until she’d completed the intense training, but she suspected the end result would be very liberating when she accepted that she was a natural submissive. How could it end any other way? She’d never been so alive, so horny, so completely turned on in her entire life until she’d met Aiden and Dane and submitted to them.

  Aiden raised an eyebrow at her. “For each misdemeanor you commit during the day, a tally will be kept. At the end of the day, do you know what will happen?”

  “I can suspect, Sir.”

  Dane stepped over to her, now fully dressed for work. “Do you enjoy orgasm denial?” He knelt in front of her and lifted her chin to gaze into her eyes. His smile as he stroked her cheek with his thumb warmed her.

  “No, Sir.” It was excruciating. They’d punished her for long periods of time last week by bringing her to the edge and leaving her there. She’d wanted nothing more than to be fucked until she thought she’d go mad with need.

  Dane released her and stepped back.

  “Do you take any form of birth control?” Aiden asked.

  “Yes, Sir. I’m on the pill.” She hadn’t been with other men for a long time and they knew it. Nevertheless, she’d taken birth control for many years to regulate her cycle.

  They hadn’t had sex with her yet. She hoped they intended to now that she’d committed to them.

  Aiden stepped forward and tucked her hair behind her ears, her unruly curls falling right back into her face. “Good to know.”

  That’s it? That’s all they’re going to say?

  Dane kissed her open mouth, a short peck that made her crave more.

  “Okay, we’re going. Look at me,” Aiden said. She lifted her head again. “Read the packet. Answer the questions. You may sit or lie any way you like while you’re studying. You may only leave the mat to use the bathroom. We’ll text you when you may eat lunch. You will not, under any circumstances, touch or fondle yourself without permission. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Both men left the room and took the oxygen with them.

  Chapter Four

  Dane’s hands shook as he followed Aiden through the lobby. Leaving Stephanie there naked and so fuckable was the hardest thing ever. But duty called. They had to work, and she had to study if they were ever going to move forward.

  The woman was so goddamn submissive it made him ache. Every time she lowered her face or spread her legs, or stifled a moan, he nearly came in his pants. In his wildest dreams he’d never imagined he and Aiden would get this lucky.

  Aiden took a deep breath, lifting his face toward the sun. “So what’s the special today?”

  Dane laughed. “I have no fucking clue. Do you think that’s what I’ve been pondering this morning?”

  Aiden slapped him on the back. “My dick is so hard the customers are going to run from the building.”

  “You and me both.”

  “At least you get to hide in the kitchen most of the day.”

  Dane chuckled. “I’m not sure what the orders might be like. My concentration is going to be shit.”

  “And how many minutes are we going to limit ourselves to watching her on the surveillance camera?”

  “Minutes? I was thinking hours. We’re going to need extra help this week.”

  Aiden grinned. “Done. I scheduled an extra greeter and a waiter for the next two weeks.”

  “Good man. Bless you.” Dane opened the door to the restaurant and nodded at the staff that had already arrived to prepare for the lunch rush.

  Aiden whispered in Dane’s ear, “Think you have time to suck me off before we start?” He walked away as soon as the words left his mouth.

  Dane moaned as quietly as possible. Damn that man. Aiden was the one who insisted on no fraternizing at work. He was the firmer one when it came to the subject. The visual wasn’t going to help Dane’s cock simmer down. That man could get him more aroused in just seconds than anyone Dane had ever met. With the exception of one Stephanie Parkins, who would be reading the list they’d left her about now.

  He itched to duck into the office and spy on her sexy naked ass, but food had to be prepared if he was going to feed anyone today.

  Stephanie tried to relax. She was more nervous than she’d been the first day of high school. She stared at the camera panning the room and then at the other one that didn’t move and seemed to be poised right at her. She was naked, but the cameras made her feel even more exposed.

  What if they put her on the monitor at work and someone walked in? Would they be discreet enough to keep this secret?

  She finally sat on her butt, squeezed her thighs together and picked up the pages on the floor. Five sheets. Holy hell. The list was long.

  She read the first paragraph.

  We want to establish a comprehensive list of what your boundaries are. Below are many things submissives participate in. Not all of these things happen at once, but over time. However, we will respect your hard limits. Please read each item carefully and comment in the space provided. Number, from 1-10, your desire to experience each suggestion, 1 being a firm yes, 10 being an absolute no for you. Explain your answers.

  Some of the items are things we’ve already experimented with. That doesn’t mean you liked them. We still want a response from you. Be specific in your answers. If we have to question your opinion about anything, you haven’t done the assignment correctly. Each incomplete answer will be considered an infraction of today’s rules.

  Shit.

  She glanced down the list. She rubbed her legs together, trying to pinch off her sex and keep herself from leaking on the mat. Even the things she would never consider doing made her hot.

  Handcuffs. Stephanie rubbed her wrists before writing. 1, As long as they aren’t too tight or rough enough to hurt.

  Nipple clamps. Her nipples beaded remembering the pinch and release of the clamps the men had used during her punishment last week. She squeezed her breasts with her forearms and groaned. She hoped they couldn’t see her too clearly in the camera. 3, They were okay the other night, but I wouldn’t want them to be on very long or be too tight.

  Spreader bars. 2. What else could she say about that? She knew they were going to use the spreader bar on her every day. They had already. They enjoyed holding her thighs wide and were sticklers about having her pussy open to them all the time.

  Ball gags. Each item affected the associated body part as she read them. Now her jaw stiffened. Dane had used one of these on Aiden the other night. It didn’t look comfortable, but it sure kept Aiden quiet and gave him something to bite down on. Hmmm. 4, I’m worried about the complete inability to communicate and a sore jaw. Plus drooling i
s icky.

  Blind folds. 10. She literally shook considering the idea. Never did she want to lose the ability to see what was happening around her. I’m claustrophobic. That was all she bothered to say.

  Restraints. 3, I haven’t minded anything you’ve used so far, but I’m not sure I want to be hogtied or anything more restrictive like that. She’d read everything she could find on the Internet over the weekend. She knew there were a variety of possibilities under the heading “restraints”.

  Vibrators. 1, I love when you use them on me. I’m not fond of you removing them before I come.

  Swings. What? She dug into her mind and remembered seeing women hanging from the ceiling at the fetish club. Had they been on swings? Perhaps. Did Aiden and Dane have one of those in the apartment? She glanced at the ceiling. No hooks hung from the smooth paint. If not here… 6, Where do you intend to use a swing? I might be curious at home, but if you think I’m going to let you hang me and spread me at a club, forget it.

  Piercing. 10, Never. She had pierced ears. That was enough. She quickly moved on before her nipples started to protest the thought. And God forbid they expected any genital piercings.

  Collars. Like an animal collar? People had them at the club. Hell, she’d worn one herself. It was okay. It showed ownership. It kept others from approaching her. Well, actually, it did not. It should have. Jack Cane and Harold Reeves hadn’t given two fucks about her collar. They’d broken club rules by touching someone else’s sub and offering money for her. Stephanie closed her eyes for a moment and tried to block out the memory. Thank God she’d made the decision to quit that job. No way could she have faced those men today. 2, As long as I don’t have to wear it in vanilla public.

  Leashes. 2, Same as above. If a leash kept some asshole from getting between her and her men, so be it.

  Spanking. She sat up straight. She’d thought a lot about spanking, primarily because she’d pondered the idea that she would have preferred to have been spanked in some instances last week than the punishment she’d received instead. There were worse things than corporal punishment. Like orgasm denial. 3, But not too hard. No blood. No permanent damage. No welts that keep me from sitting.