Bound to be Tamed: Emergence, Book 2

by Becca Jameson

  Dane pulled her legs, tugging her body so her head lay flat on the seat. He rolled her gently over onto her belly. “Do not use the velvet to get yourself off. Keep still while I rub your back.”

  She moaned. Not from the contact of his hands on her shoulders, but from frustration.

  Fuck.

  Minutes went by while she came down from the precipice. Dane stroked and kneaded her skin until she was a rubbery mass of nothing, with not enough muscle tone to lift her body.

  When he was satisfied and everyone else seemed to have disappeared from the room, he stopped. “Better?”

  Than what? “I guess.”

  “You guess?” The question hung in the air, threateningly.

  “Sir. I guess, Sir.”

  “Are you feeling well enough to go home or not?”

  “Yes, Sir. I think so.” She truly had no idea if her legs would hold her up, but at least she’d stopped grinding her clit on the chaise lounge.

  “Hang on a sec.” Dane stood, walked away and returned moments later. “Sit up, baby.”

  She pulled her legs around and positioned her ass on the edge of the seat.

  Dane held a wet cloth. He wiped between her legs, first her thighs, then her pussy from top to bottom. He did it longer than necessary.

  But she held still for his grooming and then stood when he nodded he was done. He slipped her dress over her head. Somehow it seemed to have way more material than it had when she’d left the house.

  “Come, little sub. Let’s go. You can nap in the car.”

  She followed, her legs wobbly, her thighs still quivering. Her pussy still wet and needy, but she’d come down from before, at least enough to make it to the car.

  Steve spoke to both Aiden and Dane at the door. She barely heard them. She followed her Doms to the car and lay down in the back. She didn’t even care that no part of her ass was covered as she drifted into sleep.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “Holy shit, that was intense.” Aiden paced the living room floor.

  “No kidding,” Dane whispered back at him from the couch. “She’ll probably sleep half the day.”

  “My adrenaline is still pumping so hard I can’t even see straight.” Aiden wasn’t kidding. He felt as if he’d taken speed.

  The photo shoot had lasted just over an hour, but it seemed like longer. The tension in the room had been beyond Aiden’s expectations.

  Not only had Stephanie relaxed into the photo shoot, she’d rocked the house with her masturbation for the camera. He was still shocked.

  “Did you expect anything like that?” Aiden asked.

  “Not in this lifetime. I thought we’d reach her comfort max by about one nipple. Beyond that, I just stood there drooling.” Dane chuckled.

  “We have to get to work. Should we leave her sleeping?” Aiden glanced at the bedroom door. They’d managed to rouse her enough to get inside, but then Dane had carried her to the bed and tucked her in.

  “Yeah, let’s. We’ll head to the restaurant for a few hours and when you can get away from the front, you can head back early to check on her.” Dane stood and stretched.

  Aiden followed Dane to the bedroom. They shuffled quietly through to the master bath, changed for work and snuck back out without Stephanie moving an inch.

  Minutes later they were headed down the street.

  “Did you leave her cell phone where she could find it?” Dane asked.

  “Yep. Right on the bed.” He’d intentionally set it on the pillow next to her.

  As soon as they made their way through the restaurant to the back office, Aiden shut the door, closing them off from the world. “This isn’t going to work.”

  “What?” Dane plopped in one of the chairs and stared up at Aiden.

  “Me pretending my dick isn’t so hard I could break something with it.” Aiden smirked and straddled Dane’s legs to lean over him as he spoke.

  “And you couldn’t have decided this before we left the apartment?” Dane teased. He grabbed Aiden’s collar and pulled him down for a kiss.

  “I didn’t want to wake Stephanie. You’re kinda loud when I suck you off, but if you promise to be good, I’ll trade you favors.” Aiden nibbled Dane’s ear as he muttered the words onto his neck. He always got a rise out of Dane when he breathed on his exposed shoulder and neck. This time was no exception.

  “You don’t have to ask twice.” Dane reached for Aiden’s jacket and pulled it off his shoulders as he took his mouth in a heated kiss.

  Aiden nearly groaned when Dane sucked his tongue in and flicked it with his own. God, the man was so erotic. Aiden’s cock grew stiffer, demanding release.

  Dane didn’t waste time. He flung the suit jacket over the back of his chair and tackled Aiden’s belt buckle and zipper in moments. He was good at that too.

  When Aiden’s shaft sprung free, he broke the suction on his mouth and stood to feed his aching erection between his partner’s willing lips.

  Dane gripped Aiden by the hips and held him steady as he sucked. He was noisy, even when he ate Aiden. He was worse when the role was switched, but he moaned around Aiden’s cock as he tortured him with his tongue and lips.

  Aiden let his head lean back and stared at the ceiling as Dane fondled him. Every blowjob from Dane was a surprise. He never did the same thing twice. This time he was on a necessary warpath to fast and fulfilling. Thank God. He sucked hard and held Aiden steady.

  Aiden gripped Dane’s head, concentrating on his balls as they drew up tight against his body, indicating the cliff was near.

  When he reached the point where he knew his knees would buckle, he locked his legs and stiffened while his release emptied into Dane’s willing throat.

  Dane sucked and sucked, drawing everything out of Aiden until his legs wobbled and he had to grip Dane’s shoulders to ensure he wouldn’t fall.

  Finally, Dane released his hold, letting Aiden’s half-stiff cock slip out with a pop. “You’re so gorgeous when you let yourself go like that—forget the world and all the responsibilities it forces and just enjoy yourself.”

  Dane tilted his face up and Aiden smiled as he looked down into his dark blue eyes. The pools of ocean drew him in and held him there. He swallowed around the lump that formed in his throat. Expressing himself wasn’t his strong suit, but he knew Dane could read his thoughts loud and clear from his face.

  Aiden fixed his own buckle and tapped Dane’s knee. “Stand up.” He knelt in front of Dane and unbuttoned the man’s black pants to return the favor. If they couldn’t have Stephanie right now, at least they had each other. Thank God for their connection and the fact that they loved each other and had been together for over three years now.

  Aiden loosed Dane’s pants and released his length. It popped out as though it had been waiting there for days for this sort of relief. Aiden grinned as he lowered his mouth and sucked the long length into his throat.

  Dane stiffened immediately, bucking into Aiden’s mouth and holding himself rigid. He was so close from the one quick suction, Aiden knew it was going to be fast.

  Sure enough, like a high school sex junky, Dane squirted his essence into Aiden with only a few passes and little effort.

  Yeah, they were both permanently horny bastards, and they’d brought this on themselves.

  Once they’d righted their clothes and caught their breath, Aiden plopped onto the chair next to Dane and stared him in the eye. “I still feel very uneasy about this thing with Jason Garwood and Lori.”

  “Yeah, I hate keeping anything from her. This sucks as a way to start a relationship I’m hoping will last into our nineties.” Dane picked lint off his trousers as he spoke.

  “Should we talk to Jason again? Tell him we can’t do it?” Aiden stood and looked at his watch. He needed to get out front before the employees began to think he’d decided to sit back in the office all day with his feet up.

  It was bad enough that both the co-owners of the restaurant had been absent either physically
or mentally since they’d first spoken to Stephanie early last week. They were here now. The least they could do would be to give this their undivided attention while present. Even if the restaurant didn’t blip on their radar when they were with Stephanie.

  Aiden kissed Dane on the lips and licked his taste off his own after the contact. “Nah. We’re doing the right thing. I just hope she sees it that way. Next week is soon enough.

  “That gives us more than a week with Stephanie and even a night at the club. After she finds out the owner of the club knew her dad and Lori is her sister, I don’t think she’ll be as relaxed there for a while. Hell, I’m not even sure what she’ll be for quite some time.” Aiden gripped his hands into fists. The entire scenario made him nervous. What if they lost her?

  Stephanie woke up confused. She whipped her eyes open and glanced around the room. Oh right. I’m a sub and this is my quarters. She smiled. Her grin turned into panic when she remembered that morning, however. And the panic turned into a burning flush under the sheet.

  “Shit,” she muttered. She sat up and looked around. Bless them for letting me sleep. She felt rested and more alive, but that didn’t erase her memory of the photo session.

  I did that. When would she ever get over the fact that she was indeed undeniably submissive?

  Even the words tumbling out of the mouths of strangers, encouraging her and cheering her on, sucked her deep into a world of submission, obedience and…lust. Men she hardly knew had commanded her body to putty and brought her to orgasm with their words.

  Hell, she masturbated for strangers who were fully clothed. She willingly stripped naked and pulled her legs apart for four men, exposed her most intimate private self, and then orgasmed on command, spilling her soul out for the entire room.

  She flushed for the hundredth time and lay back on the pillow. She flung her forearm over her eyes and moaned. Surely Aiden and Dane were disappointed in her ability to fuck herself for any stranger who happened along.

  She rolled over onto her stomach and hugged the pillow to her face. She still wore the scrap of a black cotton dress from earlier.

  For some reason her Doms hadn’t taken her dress clothes away when they returned home. They’d also let her sleep all afternoon. Unease and concern filled her mind in the silence.

  They could be disappointed in her. They could be testing her. Any damn thing was possible. She should just ask them. She needed to talk this out, understand herself better and delve into Dane’s and Aiden’s minds too.

  The front door opened and shut with its distinctive click, making her flinch. Showtime.

  Stephanie rolled over as Aiden strolled into the bedroom. She smiled at him, but felt the distinctive furrow in her brow. She wasn’t sure what to expect.

  “Hey. You’re up.”

  “Barely,” she muttered.

  He sat on the edge of the bed as he pulled his suit coat off and folded it neatly at his side. He even loosened his tie. “Did you sleep well?”

  “Like a rock.”

  He stroked her thigh beneath the sheet. “We were so proud of you this morning.” His gaze nailed her, forcing her deeper into the pillow with just a look. “I’m sure you were exhausted.”

  Proud? She inhaled deeply. Relieved. He didn’t look angry. She bit her lip and narrowed her gaze anyway. “That was…”

  “So fucking sexy.”

  “Embarrassing.” Heat flooded her cheeks anew.

  Aiden tapped her nose. “No need. We were all in awe of you. You’re so natural when you let your guard down and go with the flow.”

  “I’ve never even met that other man before and I’ve only met Steve twice. Hell, I’ve not even seen his face before.” Her chest rose and fell. The sheet was down around her waist, but the tight black of the dress hugged her breasts. Her nipples rose in response to her discomfiture. Without thinking, she crossed her arms.

  “The point is that both Duke and Steve are in the lifestyle, hon. You will see them again, probably Friday night at the club. When we’re in a club or at a private party, there is a lot of nudity, Steph. And we wanted you to get a small experience along those lines before Friday. You did fantastic. We purposefully didn’t explain things to you so you wouldn’t freak out. I figured if you went with the flow, you could ease into the experience. Like a scene. A private scene.”

  Aiden leaned in and kissed her lips. He casually wrapped his hands around her wrists and drew them to her sides without commenting on her covered stance. “It’s part of the D/s lifestyle. They’re used to it. Now, if you had been less of a natural submissive, you would have balked more and been unable to follow the directions.

  “And if you had not been submissive at all, you would have run from the room.” Aiden smiled again. His face was inches from her own. He had her undivided attention. And he still held her wrists.

  “You aren’t mad?”

  He furrowed his brow. “Why would I be mad?”

  “I came, screaming, mind you, for another man…men.”

  “It was beautiful. We asked you to do it. How could I be mad?”

  “You asked me to let Steve take a few pictures. You did not ask me to fuck myself in public.” She emphasized the word fuck as though it were dirty.

  Aiden pursed his lips and thought for a second before he spoke. “I wanted you to do exactly what you did. I never dreamed you could be led that deep. You were so obedient, you made me harder than a rock. I thought I would explode watching you.”

  “Then you left me here, let me sleep and didn’t take my dress away.” She hoped she didn’t sound pouty. That wasn’t the goal.

  Aiden stretched out beside her, nudged her legs apart under the sheet and settled one knee between them. “You were tired, and we didn’t want to disturb you.” His eyes twinkled. “Next time we won’t be so nice if it worries you.”

  She tried to stay serious, but it was hard with his teasing voice and wicked grin.

  Aiden continued, “Steph, don’t let stuff bottle up inside you. You can talk to us, you know.”

  “Can I?” She sucked her lips in between her teeth.

  “Of course.” He frowned.

  “I’m a chick, you know. I need talking sometimes. I hope you don’t expect me to follow you two like a lost puppy for the rest of your lives without questioning things and stopping to say ‘what the fuck?’ now and then.”

  He chuckled. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  “Good. I’m glad we had this chat. You were both pretty clear that I had little say so in this trial period and I need a break sometimes to regroup. Sometimes I’m gonna need you two to listen to me. I might even cry. I get overwhelmed.”

  He kissed her gently on the lips again. “No problem. Please yell uncle if you need to. We don’t want you to have all sorts of shit piled inside your head unaddressed. Okay?”

  “Yes.” She met his gaze. “As long as we’re openly discussing things, is everything okay with you and Dane?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You acted kind of strange when you got back from the club. Did everything go okay at Emergence?”

  “Of course.” Aiden glanced away. “We met with the owner. It’s a great club. You’re going to like it.”

  “But?”

  “No buts.” He turned back to her with a strained smile. “Your bosses had applied there. That pissed us off. But they were turned down, so no worries.”

  Aiden set his forehead on hers and held her gaze for several seconds. Finally, he released her and stood. “We need to get back to the restaurant. Jump in the shower. I brought you something to eat.” He turned back to her as he headed toward the door. “Don’t worry, Dane made it.” His chuckle rang as he stepped into the hall.

  Stephanie dragged herself from the bed, pulling the black dress over her head as she made her way to the bathroom. She followed the usual instructions in the shower, leaving the door open and grooming herself to perfection.

  When she was finished and stepped out on
to the mat, Aiden was still nowhere to be seen. She glanced around and spotted several towels hanging on the rack next to her. Each one had a clean washcloth over the top. With a deep breath, she grabbed a small square of terrycloth and wiped herself dry.

  It would never cease to be strange, this method of drying, but she did it nonetheless, knowing it was expected of her.

  She even squeezed her hair out with the cloth and set it on the counter to comb through her curls.

  When she entered the kitchen—clean, hair damp, and naked—she found Aiden setting a plate of food on the island. She climbed up onto a stool and sat, suddenly so hungry her entire focus was on the smell of red sauce. “Did you bring this home from the restaurant?”

  “I did.” He smiled as she took the first bite, his mouth a little too wide. “Did you forget something?”

  She froze and glanced from side to side without moving her head. Her fork hung in the air, her mouth open for the second bite.

  When he didn’t move, she set the fork down and straightened her back.

  Aiden glanced at her lap. “You’re a slow study on some issues.”

  Fuck. Her legs. She spread them quickly, but too little too late, no doubt.

  “Eat.” Aiden nodded at her plate and then walked away.

  Stephanie ate, not because she was hungry anymore. She’d lost her appetite worrying about what he might do next. But she knew she had been hungry, should be hungry and would be hungry if she did not eat. So she swallowed the entire plate without tasting the delicious meal as she’d intended.

  When she finished, she quietly took her plate to the sink, cleaned her spot and headed back to the bedroom. Where was Aiden?

  She found him in the bathroom. He’d set out clothes and dressed her without a word. The intimate camaraderie of earlier was gone, wiped out by her mistake at the table.

  In another similar skirt and blouse outfit, she headed sullenly to the sink to brush her teeth and comb through her almost-dry hair.

  Aiden seated her with a nudge to her shoulders and finished with the dryer. As usual, she looked better than ever when he was done. Except for the fear she could see in her own eyes. Any error on her part could take a turn toward the unexpected. It was hard to tell from one time to the next what might happen, but why the hell could she not keep her legs spread?