Bound to be Tempted: Emergence, Book 4

by Becca Jameson

  She didn’t come fully awake until he grazed his fingers through her folds, finding her wet heat beneath.

  And then she moaned as her eyes flittered open. She smiled at him. “Is this how you’re always going to wake me?”

  “Mm. Maybe. Do you mind?” He lifted an eyebrow in question.

  She shook her head. “Not a bit.” Her face grew serious and her mouth fell open wide when he pressed two fingers into her channel. She drew her knee up farther, giving him better access.

  “I love the look on your face when I reach inside you.” He stroked her G-spot as she stretched her body longer. She gripped the arm of the sofa with both hands.

  “So, this is my office,” he said as he continued to torment her with two fingers. “Jason is just down the hall.”

  “Mmm hmmm.” Her eyes grew glassy as she sucked her lower lip in between her teeth.

  “You don’t want Jason to hear you, right?”

  “Mmm.”

  Carlton removed his fingers and grabbed her lower thigh until he had her attention. As her eyes landed on his, he continued. “No noises. Not a sound. If you can control your voice, I’ll pleasure you. If you can’t, I’ll stop.”

  She nodded.

  Carlton nudged her waist with his free hand, easing her onto her back. “Keep your hands above your head.”

  She grasped the leather with the flat of her palms, trying to anchor herself with little success.

  He bent her back knee and leaned it against the back of the sofa. He pulled her other leg to let it dangle over the edge of the seat. And then he pushed her dress up to expose her pussy. “So sexy.” He held her open with one hand on each thigh. “So wet for me. I know you need to come. You never got to earlier. I hope you can this time. I don’t like to leave you hanging.”

  She gave only the slightest whimper.

  He shifted his gaze from her wetness to her face. “Tell me, Maggie. Can you stay quiet?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she murmured.

  “Let’s see.” With both hands splayed on her thighs, he smoothed them up to her waist and then pushed the material of her dress above her breasts. Her nipples stood stiff and eager for his touch. Carlton circled them both at the same time, careful not to touch the tips. He didn’t stop until he got the desired result. She bucked her chest into his hands.

  “Stay still.” He knew he set her up for failure by teasing her, but this was her first full day as his submissive, and he wanted to set the stage with no doubts about who was in charge. He wanted her to writhe with need, but be able to control her movements and noises. He would use restraints and gags to accomplish the task until she complied, but for today, he would demonstrate he meant what he said.

  She wouldn’t get to come right now, or even later when he tested her again. There was no way she would be able to control her throat or keep her body still. She was too new to his ways. And she would test him. And she would fail every time.

  And in the end, she would beg him to strap her down and block her mouth so she could come.

  But not this afternoon. She wouldn’t be ready yet. It wouldn’t occur to her. After a few more instances like this, she would realize what she needed to ask for to get relief.

  Carlton left her needy nipples, stiff from circling them with no direct contact. He wanted her closer to the edge before he pulled back. If her legs weren’t too shaky to stand, he wouldn’t have done his job well enough.

  He caressed his way back down her body to her hips, pressing them into the couch while blowing on her open pussy.

  She flinched, the smallest squeak leaking out of her mouth.

  He pulled her lower lips apart with his thumbs and then dragged them through the copious gathering of moisture. “Always ready for me.” It was true, and her wet heat made his cock swell to the point of almost unbearable pressure beneath his jeans.

  He circled her clit with his pointer, holding the little hood up with his other index finger. Again, with no direct contact, he made her squirm. “Still, baby. No movement.”

  Her rigid body fought for control. She was losing the battle. As he knew she would. But his intentions were to establish complete control over her and let her know he was the Dom. Her orgasms were his, to be doled out on his terms under his directives.

  In a few days, she’d easily be able to orgasm under his command with more frequency.

  Carlton thrust two fingers into her sheath. He pressed the spot at the base of her clit enough to send a wave of shock to her system.

  Success was immediate. Maggie’s mouth fell open, releasing her lip. She was so close to screaming, her face appeared to mimic the action without making a sound.

  “Good girl.” He was impressed. And proud of her.

  He thrust again, twisting his fingers inside her. He released the pressure on her clit, knowing it would be too much. He didn’t want her to topple into an orgasm without his permission. He had no intention of letting her go over the edge just now.

  He thrust harder, pressing deeper.

  Maggie dug her heel into the couch and lifted her ass to meet his thrusts. A loud moan filled the room.

  Carlton let her go, pulling both hands away from her body at once, leaving her hot, swollen, exposed to his view.

  Her heart beat so hard he could see the rise and fall of her breasts as her gaze met his, her mouth open in shock. “No. Oh God. No. Please.”

  Carlton licked his fingers of her arousal. “Those are the rules, baby.” He pulled her dress down over her breasts, though he’d rather continue to watch her nipples, swollen with need. If he didn’t remove the temptation, he’d likely take her against his own rules.

  He backed up and stood, his cock protesting at least as much as her pussy. He needed relief and soon. “Let’s go home for a while before we have to be back here. Maybe I’ll give you another chance.”

  Maggie’s arms shook visibly as she pulled herself to sitting. Her eyes remained wide with shock.

  Carlton reached for her hand and helped her stand. He kissed her forehead. “You’ll learn, baby. The first few days will be hard while you get accustomed to my rules. I make them. You don’t have any leeway to break them.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her steps were unsteady as she followed him from the office and out to the car.

  In no time, they were on the road. Carlton put his hand on her thigh as he drove, knowing his touch would keep her on edge.

  Maggie kept her hands at her sides, saying nothing. Her legs eased open enough for him to reach between them. Her body pleaded with him, willing him to touch her. He knew the signs. And he ignored them.

  He glanced at her peripherally several times. God, she was fucking gorgeous. Sometimes he thought he saw a flash of Karen, but only for a second and then it was gone. Her memory was easing away, replaced by this woman beside him who was not Karen. Her own personality was showing through. She wasn’t reckless at all. He still felt nervous every time she wasn’t with him, but at least he knew she wouldn’t be out drag racing or mountain climbing without a rope. Maggie was more mature. Hell, she was older. Would Karen have been similar at this age?

  He shook the thought from his head and turned to watch Maggie’s profile while he waited at a red light. She’s not Karen. Not even close. And she’s so much better. Karen wasn’t submissive. She didn’t have a submissive bone in her body. Hell, back then Carlton wasn’t even a Dom. The idea hadn’t entered his head yet.

  Maggie flashed him a smile while he stared at her. It lit up her face, and he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

  When they got home, he led her to the bedroom, pulled her dress over her head and told her to lie across the bed sideways. “Spread your legs wider, baby. Arms over your head.”

  She followed his instructions, still shaking from earlier. Her pussy as wet as it had been in the office.

  “You want to try aga
in?”

  She nodded. “Please, Sir.”

  He stared down at her, loving the way her body flushed under his gaze. Her nipples stood high and tight without touching them. Her pussy was still swollen and needy. Her clit peeked out from under the hood without assistance.

  “There will be times when I want you to scream and writhe, and I’ll let you know when you may do so, but other times I want to catch you unaware and watch the rapture spread across your face without anyone else knowing.”

  He leaned over the bed to get closer. “I’ll bring you to orgasm in public when you least expect it. And to do so, you have to stay still and quiet. It’s the single most sexy view in the world to me. I’ll train you to do it.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And you’ll thank me.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’ll give you another chance to practice now. Your job is simple. Don’t move unless I say so, and don’t make a sound.”

  She nodded, but she didn’t look convinced.

  Carlton pulled her ass to the edge of the bed so her pussy glistened right in front of him. There was no place for her legs, so he held them open and bent with his hands on both thighs. “Do you want me to touch you, baby?”

  “Please, Sir.”

  Her pussy called to him. He needed to taste her again. He leaned in and dragged his tongue over her slit and across her clit.

  Maggie jerked, her entire body lifting off the bed, the only purchase coming from her shoulders. And she screamed.

  Carlton released her, letting her legs dangle over the edge of the mattress and stepping back.

  “Oh God. Carlton. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking horny. I need you inside me. Please.”

  He waited while she realized what she’d said.

  Her eyes went wide. “Sorry, Sir,” she stammered.

  “You aren’t allowed to cuss. That’s twice today.”

  “I know, Sir.”

  “It’s not pretty. You’re a gorgeous woman. I don’t want to hear foul language coming from you. You’ll learn to curb that instinct.”

  “I will. I’m sorry, Sir.” She scooted back, pleading with her eyes.

  “If you’re going to cuss, you’ll be punished. I’ve made that clear.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She let her gaze fall, her head tip toward her lap.

  “How will I punish you for cussing?”

  “I don’t know, Sir.”

  “What do you think I might use to keep you from speaking?”

  “A gag, Sir.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

  “Would you like to get that punishment out of the way now? Or wait until later tonight?”

  “Now, Sir.”

  Carlton crossed the room and grabbed his toy bag. He brought it closer and pulled out a bit. He wasn’t sure how much experience she had with gags, and he didn’t want her to choke, so he would start small. Anything holding her mouth open would keep her from talking. It didn’t matter what size it was.

  “Lean forward.” As she did, he put the bit between her teeth and fastened the strap behind her head. “It’s not comfortable. It isn’t meant to be. It’s meant to remind you of your lapse of judgment. My punishments will fit the crime. You cuss, you lose your ability to speak. Simple.”

  She nodded.

  “Lie back. Keep your legs open. Don’t move while I shower.” He walked away, leaving her sexy body on the bed. It was difficult, but he had pushed the limits on his own needs. He needed to come so bad he was about to spew into his jeans.

  His hands shook as he removed his clothes and flipped on the shower. In seconds he was inside, letting the cool water race down his body. He didn’t wait for it to warm. He needed the lower temperature anyway.

  Without hesitating, he took his cock in his hand and pumped. He needed fast and furious. There would be no slow rise to heaven. Not this time. He thrust into his palm hard until his cock grew stiffer and he came in long jets that burst from his body as though he’d been waiting weeks for the release.

  When he was finally spent, he stood for a while to catch his breath before he could reach for the soap and wash his body. His dick stayed hard, mocking him as though thinking it was humorous that he thought he might be able to ease his need with a short orgasm in the shower.

  Carlton rolled his eyes at the stiff length between his legs. “I know. I know. You’ll have her again soon.”

  He stepped from the shower, dried quickly and padded back into the bedroom with his towel around his waist.

  Chapter Eleven

  Maggie didn’t move a muscle while Carlton was in the shower. She adjusted to the rubber between her teeth and played with it with her tongue, trying to keep her mind off the pressure in her belly. She’d been horny for hours, it seemed. And getting no relief.

  She was familiar with his demands. He’d made himself clear. But knowing what he expected and following through on his directions were two different things. It was nearly impossible for her to stay still and quiet while having sex. She’d always been rather loud and squirmy in the bedroom.

  Carlton seemed to think her orgasms would be more intense if she tried his way.

  She pulsed with renewed need as he padded back into the room. He glanced at the clock before he leaned over her, lifted her head and unstrapped the bit.

  She swallowed and stretched her jaw when it fell free as she hauled herself to a sitting position.

  “Have you learned your lesson?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Will you be cussing anymore?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Okay then. You have two choices. We can go get dinner before going back to Emergence. Or I can replace the gag and you can use it to help you get relief without speaking. The bit won’t keep you from moaning, but it will keep you from using words.”

  Oh God.

  “It’s early. We have time for whatever you choose.”

  She glanced at his cock. There was no chance in hell he hadn’t just masturbated in the shower. And she remained as needy as ever. She wanted to cuss at him again, but she didn’t dare.

  “I’m not used to coming without moving, and I’m noisy, Sir.” She lowered her gaze.

  “And I love that about you. And I want you to be able to do both.” He leaned forward until his forehead almost touched hers over the bed. “Your next orgasm will be quiet and still. Once you’ve accomplished that task, I’ll let you have loud and squirmy as a reward.”

  Fuck. How was she going to do this? Earlier in the day she’d hoped he would budge on this subject, but not any longer. He was serious. She didn’t stand a chance. Under her own free will, she knew she couldn’t remain still.

  “Tell me what you need, baby.” He stroked her chin. “How can I help?”

  He knows. The bastard wants me to say it.

  She swallowed hard, mustering up the courage to ask for exactly what he was waiting for. She had no choice. She wanted to come, and he held the cards. She exhaled slowly. “Restrain me, Sir. And put the bit back in. I-I need to come.”

  “Good girl.” He released her to reach back into the bag. What he held up next made her hold her breath.

  She’d seen and experienced more forms of bondage than the average human. Her previous Domme had enjoyed bondage. But whatever he held in front of her now was foreign. The pile of straps and cuffs made no sense to her.

  And then he started attaching them. He encircled her wrists with Velcro cuffs and then put a belt around her waist and cinched it tight. Two more straps attached to the belt under her breasts, and he lifted those, drew them over her shoulders and crisscrossed them in the back, sort of like suspenders. He attached them at the back of the belt. The front sections nestled over her nipples, making her more than aware of the pressure.

  When he lifted two more cuffs, she expected them to be placed
on her ankles, but that wasn’t what happened. He attached them high on her thighs.

  For a moment she didn’t see how any of this was causing her to be restrained, though just the thought of all those straps made her hornier. But she hadn’t noticed all the connections until Carlton took her wrist and attached it to both her waist and her thigh. He did the same on the other side.

  Oh God. She was indeed trapped now, and her thighs had no chance of closing with her wrists attached to them like that. She also couldn’t anchor herself in any way. Her hands were of no use to her.

  His face was intense as he worked. He yanked the towel he wore away and dropped it on the floor as he completed the attachments. “So sexy, baby. Do you know how horny it makes me to restrain you?” He stroked his cock to emphasize his words. Instead of waiting for a response, he put one hand behind her shoulders and eased her onto her back.

  Her legs fell open wider. Her feet were free, but only for a moment. Two more cuffs came from the bag and Carlton wrapped them around her ankles, spun her to the center of the bed and secured the final cuffs to the bedposts. “There. That will keep you from kicking me.” He smiled.

  Carlton grabbed the bit from the bed and reattached it to her mouth. “And that will keep you from talking.” He handed her a soft, squishy ball, setting it in her palm and wrapping her hand around it. “When you’re gagged and we’re engaged in sex play, you’ll need something to use if you need to stop. If you’re in pain or can’t tolerate anything I do, you drop the ball and I’ll stop. Got it?”

  She nodded. She couldn’t imagine anything he could do she would need to halt, but it gave her peace of mind to know the option existed. She was so much more aroused than she had been earlier. The only thing she could think about was getting the relief she needed.

  Carlton set a finger on her clit and tapped it. “So vulnerable. Do you like being open to me like this?”

  She nodded.

  “When I reach inside you, will I find you soaking wet?”

  She nodded again.

  He climbed between her legs, his cock bobbing in front of him.

  Margaret swallowed the saliva building up in her throat. The urge to suck him was strong. If only she could exchange favors… But that wasn’t Carlton’s game. He didn’t make trades. He followed his rules and his rules alone. Sometimes that involved getting her off and sometimes it didn’t.