Bound to be Tempted: Emergence, Book 4

by Becca Jameson

  “Anytime, Sir.” She twisted her face to one side and sucked his thumb into her mouth, teasing the end of it with her tongue.

  Between one heartbeat and the next, he flipped her onto her back, reversing their positions. His cock still nestled at her entrance, but now he was the one in control. Not that he’d ever relinquished control to her in the first place, but he didn’t want her to believe she’d somehow topped him.

  He gripped her hands and pulled them high above her head, just as he’d done earlier. He pressed them gently into the mattress and then tapped them as he let go, intimating that she should leave them there. He glanced down at her chest. “I love the way your tits rise when your arms are lifted.”

  Her body shivered. Good, he affected her with his crude words.

  He stroked his hands down her arms, across her armpits, the outsides of her breasts, until he reached her belly. Goose bumps rose across her skin. He loved that about her. Her nipples stood at attention. God, how he loved that too. He was falling for her. And he needed to get control of himself. He couldn’t keep her for so many reasons. He just needed to get her out of his system.

  Lord, how he wanted to fuck her again. But he wouldn’t, not yet. She would need some time to recuperate from before. But that wouldn’t stop him from playing around. He cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and pointers. He twisted them and held them tighter until she bucked her chest toward him. “Do you like that, Maggie? The slight, sweet touch of pain?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was breathless.

  “Are you wet?” He knew she was. The question was rhetorical. But he also knew voicing it would arouse her further.

  She licked her lips and met his gaze. “I’ve been wet since last Friday night, Sir.”

  He froze. Again, he knew he shouldn’t be shocked. But voicing it…

  The emotions racing through Carlton, slamming into him from all sides, were too much. She had a spell on him. He was slipping, allowing her too much free rein. Get it together. Be firm. You’re getting too lax.

  Carlton climbed off her. He released her entirely and slid off the bed to stand beside her. “Enough lying around. Let’s go shopping.”

  Her eyes widened in shock. He couldn’t blame her. One moment he’d been two seconds from sliding into her warmth and the next he dropped her like a hot potato. “Shopping? Sir?”

  “I have to work tonight. You’re going with me. I want you to have new things, outfits that I buy, that I pick out, that I instruct you to wear.”

  “What will I do while you’re working, Sir?”

  “Whatever I tell you to do.” He flashed a grin. “Now, come on.” He turned his back on her and padded toward the closet. Once inside, he thumbed through a few dresses he’d purchased for her during the week. He grabbed a black one and held it up. Perfect.

  When he stepped back into the room, he found her standing next to the bed, her gaze downcast in proper submission. His cock hardened again at the sight. When would he ever get enough of her? Two weeks, dude. Two weeks. Get her out of your system in that time and not one day more.

  If he didn’t, if he let himself fall under her spell, she would hurt him. Inevitably she would leave to find another Dom. As she should. No one should stay with the first Dom they submitted to. Even though she’d had several experiences with female Dommes, it was obvious she was ready to switch. She needed to use this experience as a stepping stone to grow from. If he stayed with her longer than a few weeks, the pain of her loss would grow incrementally. No matter that she batted those fucking sexy eyes at him like he hung the moon.

  “Lift your arms, Maggie,” he said as he approached.

  She obeyed promptly, her breasts rising with the action, her tits standing at attention.

  Fuck me. She unmanned him every time he saw her. He needed to get a grip. He repeated his mantra to himself again. This is temporary. You can’t keep her. She deserves more than you can offer. And besides, she would break your heart.

  Carlton slipped the dress over her head, easing her hands through the armholes and settling the material over her shoulders. The hem landed inches beneath her ass. Perfect. He stepped back to get a better look. “You can lower your arms, baby. Spin around slowly.”

  When she faced him again, she lifted her shoulders and clasped her hands behind her back.

  Maybe this hadn’t been a good selection after all. The dress fit too well. Perfectly. Her young breasts still sat high on her chest, small enough they didn’t sag. He could see the pucker of her nipples. The dress wouldn’t be appropriate for the grocery store or the library. But she’d be practically overdressed for the place they were going.

  Satisfied, Carlton turned back to the closet. He selected a pair of worn blue jeans for himself, shrugged them on without bothering with underwear, and then grabbed a red T-shirt. He toed his shoes into the center of the closet and slipped his feet into them.

  Returning to the bedroom, he found his sexy submissive still standing demurely in the same spot. “Come,” he said as he passed her.

  She followed him into the bathroom.

  He nudged her to sit on the small bench at the vanity. And then he picked up a brush and worked through the tangles in her barely damp hair.

  “Thank you, Sir.” She lifted her gaze to stare at him in the mirror as he finished and set the brush on the counter.

  He wrapped his hands around her bare shoulders. “You’re beautiful just like this. Do you mind going without makeup?”

  “If it pleases you, Sir.”

  He smiled and bent to kiss her forehead. “It does.”

  He eased his hands down her arms until he reached her hands. Threading their fingers together, he tugged until she stood to follow him before he released her in the bedroom. “Stay.” He went back to the closet and stared at the boxes of shoes he’d bought for her, trying to remember what was in each one. A pink box caught his eye and he flipped off the lid. Perfect. He returned with the dainty scandals and handed them to her, making her smile. Good. Hopefully that meant she liked his selection. He wanted her to do his bidding, of course. But he also wanted to make her happy.

  As she finished slipping them on and stood upright once again, he stroked his thumbs over her nipples. “I’m a nipple guy, Maggie. I like to see them. And when I can’t, I like to see their indentation. When it’s appropriate, I’ll stroke them to keep them stiff or ask you to.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He led her from the room and grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter as he headed for the door to the garage.

  Maggie cleared her throat behind him. “What sort of shopping did you have in mind, Sir?”

  He turned to see her chewing on her lower lip. He stepped toward her and took her chin in his hand to lift her face. “I know we’ve slipped out of the role several times this morning. It will happen occasionally, especially in the beginning when we’re still getting to know each other. There are discussions we need to have. Things about you I want to know.

  “But when we’re in the role, I’ll expect you to obey without question. Trust my judgment. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

  He nodded. “I’m very astute. I will make good choices. I’ll dress you appropriately for wherever we’re going. I’ll never have you in panties. I abhor them. I will however, permit you to wear a bra when the situation deems it necessary. I’ve told you that. That isn’t the case this morning.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Carlton led her to the car. He allowed her to pass by him between the vehicles, and then he opened her door for her, shutting it after she settled in her seat.

  As he rounded the hood, he fought once again to control his emotions.

  The sexiest woman I’ve ever seen is also the perfect submissive. She had knocked his pants off him, literally. He couldn’t imagine a scena
rio in which this arrangement wouldn’t work out. And that thought alone scared him to death.

  Chapter Nine

  Margaret sat on her hands to keep from fidgeting while Carlton drove to the outskirts of town. She realized soon where they were heading. A fetish shop. Not surprising. And it was one she’d been to before, but not for a while. The entire time she concentrated on her surroundings to occupy her mind and keep from thinking about how wet her pussy was, naked beneath her skirt.

  She stared at the buildings they passed, counting them. She watched a black sedan behind them follow them for miles, not saying a word to Carlton. Surely she was overreacting. Who the hell would be following her everywhere she went?

  Eerily it continued to follow them, all the way to the shop outside of town. She shivered as they parked and the car went on by. She needed to stop obsessing over vehicles in her rearview mirror. She couldn’t shake the niggling in the back of her mind that someone had left her a very nasty note, and perhaps that somebody was following her. Ridiculous. Because who would do that, and who the hell cared so much about her private life?

  “What’s the matter, baby?”

  She glanced over her shoulder as Carlton helped her from the SUV. She shook off the strange feeling and turned to him with a smile. “Nothing.” No way was she going to tell him she felt like they’d been followed both last night and today. For one thing, it was absurd. For another thing, he would freak.

  A complete safety nut, Carlton had an obsession with locking doors. He also buckled her into the car himself when they left the house this morning. He drove the speed limit and came to a complete stop at every sign.

  When they stepped inside the store, Carlton greeted the owner as though they were old friends.

  Margaret stood behind Carlton, her gaze downcast enough she couldn’t see the woman’s face.

  “Carlton, it’s been a long time.”

  “Yes, it has.”

  “And even longer since I’ve seen you with a sub.”

  Carlton chuckled. “Kelly, this is Maggie. She’s not new to the lifestyle, but she is new to me.”

  Margaret said nothing. She wasn’t expected to. The introduction was purely for Kelly’s benefit, not Margaret’s.

  “What can I help you with today?”

  “We need a few outfits, and I’d like to try a variety of nipple clamps.”

  Margaret stiffened. Try? She didn’t need nipple clamps if he was going to talk so bluntly. Her nipples perked up on their own at the mere mention of torturing them.

  The urge to cover her breasts by crossing her arms was strong. She had to fight to keep her arms behind her back with one hand grabbing the opposite wrist. But Carlton had accomplished one thing—if he liked stiff nipples, she currently sported them.

  “Follow me,” Kelly said as she meandered through the rows of bondage equipment and clothing. “I’ll get you a fitting room and then bring you a selection of outfits.”

  When they reached the back of the store, Kelly used a key to open a door and ushered Carlton and Margaret through. “I’ll be right back.”

  The room was large, with plenty of room for Carlton to stay and watch. She wasn’t sure if she found that disconcerting or comforting. Probably a little of both.

  Margaret stood in the center of the cubicle and waited.

  “Relax. You’ve purchased fetishwear before. You wear it every weekend.” He chuckled. “I haven’t brought you to the guillotine.”

  He was right, of course. But she’d never purchased anything with anyone hovering over her. Nor had she let anyone else select her garments. Her previous Domme hadn’t been that strict. She’d let Margaret choose whatever she was comfortable with.

  Within minutes, Kelly returned. She knocked softly on the door.

  Carlton responded. “Come on in.”

  Kelly entered, discreetly slipping through the entrance so other patrons in the shop wouldn’t be overly privy to what happened inside.

  Margaret had been a sub for a long time. She’d been in public wearing all manner of clothing, some more risqué than others. She could only assume her nervousness this morning stemmed from the commanding presence of Carlton. When he was totally in the role, he was stern and serious. There was no telling what he might select for her to wear.

  Kelly held up a variety of items. Carlton took them and shuffled them around. “This one, I think.”

  He handed it back to Kelly and stepped up to Margaret. Without a word, he lifted the hem of her dress. “Lift your arms, baby.”

  In an instant, Margaret was naked, with the exception of her sandals. Cool air from a vent blew across her skin, pebbling it with bumps. She shivered, though not entirely from the cold. Thank God she was required to keep her gaze lowered. She didn’t relish the idea of facing Kelly head-on.

  Kelly sucked in a breath. “She’s exquisite.”

  “She is,” Carlton responded. “I’m a lucky man.”

  They spoke of her as though she were a porcelain doll, though she knew Carlton didn’t see her that way. He knew her better than to only see skin-deep.

  Kelly didn’t, though. “If you tire of this brute, girl, give me a call,” Kelly teased.

  Carlton chuckled. “Don’t even suggest such a thing. I’m liable to lose her to you before I’ve had my fill.”

  Margaret flinched. His suggestion left nothing to the imagination. And it stung a bit that he could so flippantly pawn her off on Kelly.

  Oblivious to the sting of his suggestion, Carlton took the black leather garment from Kelly’s hand and held it over Margaret’s head. “Arms again, baby.”

  Margaret obeyed, lifting her hands in the air, completely aware of the rise of her breasts and the fact that her nipples stood erect again. They’d begun to do it on their own as though they knew Carlton liked it and wanted to please him.

  Black leather slid over her body, not nearly enough of it.

  Kelly stepped forward and smoothed it into place while Carlton circled Margaret. “Let your arms settle at your sides so I can see how it fits.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She lowered her hands, her fists clenching as she stared down at the front of the “dress”. Thin straps held the leather over her shoulders. The bodice was almost nothing with the black material reaching around from under her arms to cover the outsides of her breasts. The two sides were connected with a crisscross of thin leather that snapped together at her cleavage to hold the material in place and keep her nipples barely covered.

  Her entire belly was exposed beneath her breasts where a giant oval of leather was missing. The short skirt hung just low enough to cover her pussy and her ass, but only if she remained standing and didn’t lift her arms.

  She could feel the breeze on her back, so she knew it matched the front with the missing oval of leather. If her butt crack was covered, she’d be surprised.

  “God, baby. That’s so fucking gorgeous on you. Turn around. Look in the mirror.”

  Margaret spun toward him. She lifted her gaze to see herself. On her tall, slender frame, the dress indeed looked like it was worn by a model. She wasn’t modest enough not to notice.

  “I could sell a ton of these if you worked for me and modeled it all day,” Kelly said.

  Margaret glanced at Kelly’s face, using the mirror as a way of discreetly checking the woman out. She was hardly less attractive herself. The woman was blonde and skinny and only about an inch shorter than Margaret. She wore the outfit she currently modeled at least as well as the dress Margaret wore. Surprisingly, Margaret didn’t find herself particularly interested in Kelly, and that was saying something.

  “I don’t think she’s looking for a job,” Carlton said. He reached forward and caressed between Margaret’s breasts, letting his finger dance across the inside swell of each. When he dipped his finger under the leather to flick over a nipple, Margaret gasped. “So s
exy. I love it. Do you love it?” He lifted his gaze to her, surprising her that he would care about her opinion.

  She couldn’t lie. It was fantastic. “I do, Sir. I feel as sexy in it as you think I look.”

  “Will you wear it to the club with me?” Again, he asked instead of insisting. Unusual for him. “I only ask because every man in Emergence is going to hit on you wearing this. You’ll have to fend them off. Can you handle that?”

  “I’ve managed for several months, Sir.”

  “Yeah, but you weren’t wearing this.” He reached under the material to tease her nipple again. “I especially love how easily I can fondle you.” He leaned closer, letting his thumb join his pointer under the leather until he pinched her nipple firmly.

  Margaret sucked in a sharp breath and held it.

  “Now that’s sexy.” He released her nipple and smoothed his palm down her torso until it flattened across her naked stomach. “Perfect.” He turned to Kelly, whom Margaret had all but forgotten. “We’ll take it.”

  Margaret didn’t move a muscle, loving the way his splayed hand on her belly made her tingle in every cell.

  “Can you bring us some clamps to choose from, Kelly?”

  “Of course. Be right back.”

  Margaret watched in the mirror as Kelly slipped out the door, the queen of discretion.

  “You won’t wander out of my sight in this dress. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. She had no intention of wandering out of his sight under any circumstances. The dress had nothing to do with it.

  Almost soundlessly, Kelly stepped back into the cubicle. “I have several selections here. The best thing is to try them on and see how they feel. Give them a few moments each to make sure they don’t pinch too hard or too lightly. Everyone is different. Nipples are all different in size and sensitivity.”

  Carlton lifted the hem of the dress and drew it over Margaret’s head, leaving her naked once again.