Bound to be Tempted: Emergence, Book 4

by Becca Jameson

  Carlton leaned over her and tugged the straps that lay tight against her nipples to the sides. The effect of that shift was that her breasts pressed to the center. They felt heavy and tight, and her nipples ached to be touched after the abrasion of the straps disappeared.

  He set his hands on her open thighs and then caressed her skin everywhere, gently. Her arms and legs and torso. Everywhere but where she most needed his touch.

  “So smooth. The most flawless skin I’ve ever seen.” His fingers fluttered over the curves of her breasts.

  She willed him to stroke her nipples. Anything to bring relief from the need growing inside her.

  Relief was on his time schedule though.

  That’s not entirely true. If you would stay still and quiet, he’d grant you that orgasm.

  She communicated with every part of her body, begging her muscles to relax and let him do as he pleased. She promised her synapses the reward would be worth it if only her limbs would obey.

  Deep breaths.

  Carlton suddenly tapped her nipples.

  She inhaled sharply, but she didn’t move.

  “Good girl. You’re learning.” He danced his fingertips down her body. “What about here?” He tapped her clit next.

  She remained still. It took all her will, but she closed her eyes and concentrated on each stroke of his fingers, absorbing the feeling, gathering the need, letting it settle in her pussy, waiting…waiting…waiting…

  Back to her nipples. He pinched them this time. “Love these pink buds. You’ll wear the clamps tonight. I want to see them on you. You’ll wear them to remind you of your role.”

  She swallowed again. Her nipples hardened further. The suggestion of clamping them should have made her nervous. But instead, she grew more aroused. She found herself wishing he would clamp them now. It would be easier to accept while she was restrained.

  Later, he would take them while she had free will. Later, he would expect her to offer her tits up to him.

  Back to her pussy. He toyed with her lips, pulling them open, stretching them until she felt the air rush across her wetness. “I’m going to push my fingers inside you now. Don’t move. Don’t moan. I’d hate to stop this. It’s so sexy.” He said that as if it pained him more than it did her.

  She braced herself, willed her throat to remain silent. Staying still wasn’t a problem. She couldn’t even buck her body in this position. With her feet in the air, she had no chance of gaining any sort of purchase against the mattress.

  And then he was inside her again. So good. Too good. She bit hard on the gag, her teeth clamping down to keep from moaning.

  “So proud, baby. Feel the strokes. Relax… Let my fingers make you feel so good.” His voice was low, soothing.

  She concentrated on his words…his fingers.

  His movements were slow, deliberate, agonizing. His fingers fucked in and out of her at a pace that drove her mad. Wetness leaked to run between her ass cheeks. With his other hand, he held her hood off her clit, exposing it to the air also. “Your clit is swollen, baby. Needy.”

  He didn’t touch it. His fingers kept their easy rhythm.

  She needed to come worse than ever in her life. She’d go insane if she didn’t get the relief she needed soon. She’d do anything, including remain still and quiet. It was getting easier, partially because deep in the recesses of her brain, she was learning. There would be no relief if she didn’t obey this command.

  “You’re doing so well. I know you’re close. Don’t come until I say so.” He thrust deeper, but not faster. “Your pretty ass is sexy as hell, but it will be even sexier when I spank you. If you come before I say, I’ll flip you over and spank you until the sting keeps you squirming all evening. Do you understand?”

  She widened her eyes and nodded. Did he think those words would keep her from moaning? If anything they antagonized her, goading her into ruining the building orgasm. Hell, she would come in an instant if he spanked her.

  “You like to be spanked. I know this. I can see it in your eyes. I’ve also watched other people spank you at the club. It gets you off.” He emphasized his words with a deep penetration of his fingers, adding a third.

  He lowered his voice. “I’ve seen you come from spanking at Emergence. I know how much you like it. You won’t come when I spank you though, baby. Not unless I say so. If you were someone else, it would be different. But I know how much you enjoy having your ass smacked. I won’t deny you the experience from time to time, but spanking is a punishment in my house. I’ll use it to correct unwanted behavior. I know it will arouse you, but I won’t let you go over the edge.”

  Her pulled his fingers from her pussy and stroked them across her perineum until he met her lower hole.

  Maggie winced. It had been a long time since someone had breached the puckered entrance. She knew it would raise her arousal. She’d experimented with it before. His finger pressed against the entrance without slipping inside, perhaps gauging her reaction. When he removed the pressure, she had to strain not to sigh.

  “You like that. You like having something in your tight ass. I’ll keep that in mind.” He tapped the entrance with his fingers. “Spanking and plugs get you off. Hmm.”

  Two fingers plunged back into her pussy.

  The smallest squeak caught in her throat.

  “Good girl. Control. That’s the way.” He thrust again. “You need to come. I know that.” Again. “So close. Hold on to the edge.” Again.

  She thought she would burst. Her thighs shook and a quiver built in her pussy like a dam about to explode.

  Finally, he relented. “Come, Maggie.” He fucked her fast and hard with his fingers, adding a third once more and pinching her clit with his other hand.

  The intense orgasm washed through her like a tsunami, breaching the dam and flooding the universe with its force.

  Maggie rode the waves, biting the bit so hard she would leave indentations in the rubber. But she didn’t scream. She fought and she won. Her pussy clenched around his fingers hard, milking them.

  It wasn’t enough, though. Before Carlton, she would have found such an orgasm to be the last stop on the train to heaven, but not since she’d had his cock inside her. Now she wanted to feel that fullness again.

  Maybe it was just him. Maybe she craved him like a drug, but as the waves of pleasure subsided, she pleaded with him inside her head.

  And then he surprised her by lifting her head and removing the bit. He pulled it away from her mouth, stroking her jaw and massaging it with both hands. “You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

  She nodded. Please, please fuck me.

  “I’m going to fuck you now. Okay?” He watched her face. “Hard and fast. You have me so stiff I can’t think.”

  “Please, Sir. God, please.”

  And then he was inside her, thrust to the hilt, his cock pressing so deep she thought she’d split in half. So full. So perfect. So tight.

  He moved, thrusting hard, reaching deeper with each pass, if that were possible. He held her shoulders, reaching under her armpits with his hands and curling them around her body so she couldn’t scoot away from him with each thrust.

  She was helpless to participate, so she stared into his eyes and watched his face as he grew closer to release.

  Her clit slammed into the base of his cock with each thrust. Without the protection of her curls, her naked skin was supersensitized by his coarse hair.

  A second orgasm built fast, rushing to the surface less than a minute from the first. She knew by the strain on Carlton’s face and the way his gaze seemed to see nothing that he was close also. His jaw was set and tight.

  Finally, he thrust in deep, held himself rigid, and met her gaze. “Come, Maggie. Now.” He shouted that last word.

  Her body followed his command, toppling into oblivion once again.
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  On a groan, Carlton followed her, as if he’d been waiting for her release before enjoying his own.

  Maggie’s throat constricted. No sound came out.

  Instead she was swamped with a new thought that kept her from uttering a sound.

  I’m totally ruined for any other human.

  Moments passed while she heaved for oxygen, Carlton doing the same above her. His lips found hers and he consumed her with a kiss that told her without words how much he felt about what they’d just done. She felt the intensity of his emotions in every stroke of his tongue.

  When he finally released her lips and pulled out of her to remove all the Velcro restraints, she was exhausted.

  He chuckled as she let each limb collapse onto the sheets. “I’ll run a bath for you. The warm water will help your muscles.”

  “God, that sounds amazing.”

  Carlton left her lying limp on the bed and padded from the room. When he returned, he swatted her ass gently. “Come on. We have to get to the club. We don’t have all night, lazy.”

  She pulled herself to sitting. “Somebody wore me out with sexual antics.”

  “Somebody has to take all the blame herself for getting into such a predicament.”

  “Ha.” Margaret stood on wobbly legs and dragged herself to the bathroom. The moment she slipped under the steaming water, she sighed. It felt fantastic. No bath in history had ever felt so welcoming.

  She lay there for several minutes before reaching for the soap. During that time, she watched Carlton take a second shower and emerge looking larger than life. “You just going to lie there?” He smirked.

  Margaret held up the soap. “I’ve managed to get this one palm clean, but I haven’t found the strength to do the rest yet. These things take time.”

  He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “You were wonderful. You deserve a break. I’ll go make something for dinner. You take your time.”

  She watched him disappear around the corner, thinking she was the luckiest person alive.

  And this man would destroy her when he let her go.

  Chapter Twelve

  At midnight, Margaret propped herself onto a bar stool and asked the bartender for a soda. She rarely drank the sickeningly sweet beverage, but she needed both the caffeine and the sugar tonight.

  She sat very straight, keeping her back as rigid as possible to avoid causing the front of her dress to gape open and give everyone around her a peek of her tits.

  Her newfound sensitivity was absurd. She’d been coming to Emergence for over a year. She’d revealed every inch of her person to the crowd many times, including her nipples. Why on earth was she suddenly self-conscious about her body?

  She turned to glance over her shoulder at the man managing the front door. His appraising gaze was on her, and he sent a chill down her spine from across the room.

  That was why. Carlton was the reason for her change in attitude. She was no longer responsible for deciding who saw what and when. She was under the direction of a Dom now. He would decide what she wore and when she would display her assets at Emergence. Tonight she wore the new dress that concealed her most private parts, and nothing more.

  After one full day, already she was an emotional mess when it came to Carlton. She hadn’t meant to fall for him. This was meant to be an experiment in her sexuality and submission. And she needed to get her head back in the right place because Carlton had never once insinuated that for him this was anything more than temporary.

  Warm hands slipped around her middle, making her flinch an instant before she relaxed into Carlton’s embrace. He kissed her ear and whispered, “It’s just me, baby.” His fingers splayed across the expanse of bare skin at her belly and grazed the inside of her breasts.

  “Mmm.” She closed her eyes, relaxing into his touch.

  “Come back to my office.” He lifted her off the stool with both hands as though she were nothing more than a feather. In the high heels she wore, it took her a second to get her feet under her.

  He winked as she steadied herself against him, and then he clasped her hand and led her through the throng of patrons to the entrance to the back rooms.

  The moment the door shut behind her, silence relaxed her. Normally she loved the bustle of the main room, but tonight, she’d counted the minutes until she could be alone with Carlton again. It seemed her wait was over.

  He led her down the hall and into his office, where he kicked the door shut and immediately turned to press her into the wall. He cupped her face with both hands. “Baby, you’ve been driving me crazy all night. Every move you make gets me harder.” He took her mouth in a powerful kiss that left her weak.

  His hands spanned her waist again, both supporting her against the wall and teasing the undersides of her breasts.

  When he finally released her lips, he righted himself and reached into his pocket.

  She knew what was in there. He’d warned her earlier.

  Sure enough, he held up the small clamps he’d selected earlier in the day. She’d tried on a similar pair.

  Carlton wrapped one large hand around her neck and set his forehead against hers. “I want to put these on you. Just knowing they’re there will take my breath. Will you wear them for me?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was breathless. A moment ago, she’d been leery about the clamps, and now that he’d asked her with such affection, she felt only the desire to please him.

  “Ask me.”

  She licked her lips. “Please, Sir. I’d like to wear the nipple clamps for you.”

  “Excellent.” He stepped back, brushed her hair over her shoulder, unsnapped the tiny crisscross straps holding her dress together in the center and easily slid the leather material to one side to expose her nipple.

  Margaret gasped as he toyed with the already erect bud, pinching and twisting it until it hardened further. Holding the tip with one hand, he drew it out from her breast and slid the little clamp into place.

  The pinch was instantaneous, and she fought against the urge to squirm.

  “God, that’s sexy, baby.” He spread the other side of her dress open farther and repeated the attention on her left nipple, clamping it to match its twin.

  A tiny tinkling sound caught her attention, and she glanced down to see each clamp had a small bell dangling below her nipples.

  Carlton stepped back. He surveyed her from head to toe. “Lift your arms and cross them behind your head, baby.”

  She did as he instructed, knowing what the action did to her tits.

  “That’s so goddamn sexy.” He reached to flick first one bell and then the other, making them sway and pull on her nipples.

  They weren’t unbearable. The pain had been sharp but short lasting. Now she was left with a pinching sensation that was simultaneously sending a message of arousal to her pussy.

  He stepped forward and cupped her chin, tipping her head up to meet his gaze. “May I take a picture?”

  She sucked in a breath, her eyes widening at his suggestion.

  “I want to remember this moment and the expression on your face while wearing my adornments. I would never breach your trust in me. Any photos I take are purely for your pleasure and mine. No one will ever see them.”

  She found herself nodding consent.

  “I need a verbal, baby.”

  She swallowed. Him and his verbals. “If it pleases you, Sir, I’d like you to photograph my new nipple clamps.”

  He smiled as he stepped back and used a small digital camera to capture the image. “Keep your arms behind your head, your elbows spread. There. Perfect.” He took a few shots. She wasn’t sure how many. It was so titillating having someone take nude pictures of her breasts she almost moaned.

  As he put his phone back in his pocket, he spoke again. “You liked that. The pictures, I mean.”

 
“I did, Sir.”

  “Good. I like pictures. I want to be able to catch moments of our time to look at later. Especially when you do something new that makes your face light up with a blush.” He gave her a quick peck on the lips. “You can lower your arms now.” He reclipped the straps between her breasts, drawing the sections of material over her nipples and trapping the clamps against her skin.

  “Will you come to the front with me? I hate you being halfway across the room. When I can’t see you, I worry some asshole is going to harass you. I know it’s boring, but I like having you close.”

  “Of course, Sir.” She hadn’t wanted to get in his way or distract him from his job. The first step she took made her gasp. The clamps forced her nipples to rub against the leather and tug on her breasts with each movement.

  Carlton set his lips on her neck and nibbled. “I love knowing the clamps are under there, just inside, where I can easily swipe a finger and remind myself.”

  Margaret wished they could stay here in his office and do any scene in the world he desired. The last thing she wanted was to walk back out in public and wait patiently for him to get off work to give her his attention again.

  She followed him to the front, however, wondering the entire time what on earth she’d been thinking concerning his attentiveness. The man could work a crowd, manage the club, speak to every member as they entered the front door, and still leave Margaret feeling as though every ounce of his attention was focused solely on her.

  Carlton set her on a stool behind the front desk. He leaned in to whisper in her ear again. “Spread your legs, baby. Nobody can see you from the other side.”

  Again she thought how silly it was for her to care who saw her. Patrons had seen her pussy before. They’d seen her nipples. Heck, half the people in the club tonight could probably describe her ass cheeks and their color in great detail. Most of the members were aware of the intricate aspects of her nipples—their color, the size of her areolas, the way they stiffened when provoked.