Bound to be Taken (Emergence)

by Jameson, Becca

  Breathe. In. Out. In. Think of anything other than the man whose length is pressing…right there.

  Finally, Dane loosened his grip and stroked Aiden’s cock all the way over the tip and back down. Two strokes and Aiden groaned around the gag as he shot his come against both his stomach and Dane’s.

  “That’s it, baby. Come for me.” Dane continued to press into Aiden’s ass, his thrusts growing faster as Dane stopped talking and held his breath.

  While Aiden came down from his euphoria, he watched Dane’s face. He loved to watch his lover come. Watch his eyes roll back and his mouth fall open. Dane wasn’t as vocal as Aiden, but the look on his face, the flush in his cheeks, told Aiden everything he needed to know. One day, he intended to drag a full-out scream from the man.

  Dane’s eyes fluttered shut and his mouth clamped down as he slammed in to the hilt and held steady. The pulsing of his cock deep inside Aiden made Aiden’s own dick stiffen again. Geez, he really needed to get a grip. How long was sex under these new “rules” going to be this good?

  Dane collapsed on top of Aiden, the pressure welcome. God, he loved this man.

  As if the effort took a great deal of energy, Dane reached up, nudged Aiden’s head, popped open the handcuffs and then unbuckled the ball gag. He didn’t even lift his head from Aiden’s shoulder as he did so.

  Aiden pushed the rubber from his mouth and massaged his jaw. “That was intense.”

  Dane sucked in deep breaths. “You aren’t kidding. I didn’t think I was going to last one thrust.”

  “This decision was the best one we’ve ever made.” Aiden gripped Dane’s ass. His firm, muscular cheeks clenched.

  Dane finally lifted his face. “The decision to fuck you senseless this afternoon or the decision to take classes in dominance and submission?” He smiled and Aiden melted a little more. The man was sexy as shit when he grinned like that. All coy and innocent.

  “Watch it…” Aiden warned.

  Dane batted his eyes. “What? You want to go for round two?”

  Aiden swallowed. Yes. He knew Dane as horny as he was.

  “’Kay, but let’s move to the shower. You got me all sticky.” Dane hadn’t even pulled his cock out of Aiden’s ass yet. And Aiden wasn’t complaining. “After I catch my breath.” He lay his head back down and breathed into Aiden’s neck. The bastard knew full well what that would do to Aiden’s libido.

  “We need a date for Friday.” Aiden sighed. He’d give anything for them to be able to go to Steve’s fetish party. Unfortunately the club hosting the gig only permitted couples or single women on Friday nights—not single men without a date.

  Steve had told them they’d get in if they had one woman between them, but not alone. Steve had his own sub. He couldn’t very well pretend to share her with three men. That wouldn’t be believable. Especially since Aiden and Dane had barely even met Sheila in passing.

  “You gonna pull one out of your ass?” Dane chuckled as he withdrew from said ass and plopped onto his back.

  “Hardy har har. How long has it been since we had a soft woman between us?”

  “Too damn long, that’s for sure.” Dane groaned. “I miss it.” He glanced at Aiden. “Don’t get me wrong. I love the relationship you and I have, but ever since we decided to give this new lifestyle a try, I’ve been hoping we might find a third to complete the deal, you know?”

  “Don’t I. This arrangement…” Aiden motioned back and forth between them with a hand, “…is fantastic. Switching with you for the top gets me so horny I can’t breathe, but it would be so cool to explore the role of us both being Doms to one sub. I crave it. And it makes me feel guilty, frankly. I mean how many people get what we have in their entire lives and I’m so greedy I want more.”

  Dane grinned. “We are greedy, that’s for sure.”

  An idea flashed through Aiden’s mind. “How about that woman from the tenth floor?”

  “The stuffy one with the matronly skirts and sweaters? Are you serious? She’s never even looked at us.” Dane glanced at Aiden from the side.

  Aiden propped himself up on one elbow. “Oh, don’t give me that shit. I’ve seen you staring at her. She’s fucking hot under those layers of clothing, and you know it. Plus, I’ve never seen her with a man, so I’m betting she’s single.”

  “You’re right. I’ve watched her fidgeting under my gaze. She glances at us when she thinks we aren’t looking. She makes my dick hard every time.” Dane threw one arm over his face. “She’s camouflaging all kinds of sexy under the office attire. Do you suppose she owns anything less formal?”

  “I’m not sure I care. Might be an interesting form of role play. Mysterious, grim matronly woman on her knees before us, sucking first one cock and then the other with her hands behind her back. God…I’m gonna come.”

  “Fuck, man. That visual is…ugh.” Dane adjusted his dick and gripped it with his free hand. He peeked out from under his elbow at Aiden. “Did you just poetically conjure that up on the spot or have you been working on that picture for a while?”

  “Come on, man. You know you’ve been thinking the same thing. You can’t deny fantasizing about her sometimes too.”

  Dane sat up, a grin on his face. “In any case, I don’t think I’d describe her as matronly. She might dress like a stiff, but I’m betting she’s not all that old. Twenty-five tops. Maybe her job requires the stiff clothes. Granted, I’ve never heard her speak, but the way she chews her bottom lip… Ugh.” He rolled his eyes to the ceiling.

  “I say we go for it. What do we have to lose?”

  “Our dignity?” Dane said. “How are we going to look her in the eye and ride that silent elevator to the tenth floor with her in it after she turns down our offer of a night of fetish with two guys?”

  Aiden stood and headed for the bathroom. “It’s a pipe dream anyway. Neither of us would have the balls to even ask.” He turned back to Dane. “It would rock my world though to see her dressed up in fetish wear.”

  Chapter Two

  Stephanie dragged herself through the front door of her building in exhaustion. She hadn’t finished half what needed done in the ten hours she’d been at the office and on top of that, everything she had done was probably to no avail since there was no way in hell she was going to come up with a date for Saturday night on such short notice.

  She wouldn’t be able to come up with a date if she had two months’ notice.

  Hell, she didn’t even want a date. Men were pigs. A fact that was proven once again by two male bosses who measured her worth based on her dating status. Fuck them. She was still shaking from their nasty words. They’d spoken about her as though she were a sex object. Not a person. Their words still stung. She’d spent the first part of the day shaking, reliving every phrase. Should she have gone to human resources? Mr. Cane and Mr. Reeves owned the damn company for Christ’s sake. And their conversation had been in private—as far as they knew.

  Ugh. She needed this job and that promotion. She’d worked too hard for too long to risk everything just because a couple of asshole bosses thought she wasn’t sexy enough. She was well aware of her lack of sex appeal. It was intentional. She hid whatever assets she might have had under bulky outdated clothes. It was a safe place for her. If she didn’t come up with an attitude change—and a date—real quick, she was doomed to the lower end of the totem pole for who knew how long.

  With her head hung low, not watching where she was going through the lobby, Stephanie rounded the corner to the elevator—and slammed smack dab into a firm chest.

  “Oh God. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” She lifted her head to find herself staring into the sexy eyes of one of the men she frequently encountered in the halls or elevator. They lived somewhere above her floor because they always stayed on and rode past. Fifteenth floor if she recalled correctly.

  Too bad they were gay. At least she assumed they were gay. She never saw them with a woman and they stood incredibly close to each other, so
metimes even touching. A stinking shame for womankind since they were both sexy as hell.

  She shook the thought from her head. They were men. Men are pigs, she reminded herself…again. Never mind this particular man and his partner made her tremble in their presence. Or that she felt drawn to them like a magnet.

  “No worries.” The man gripped her shoulders to steady her before she fell on her ass from the impact. Thank God. If she’d fallen, her embarrassment would know no end.

  He smelled so good. Whatever aftershave he used was delicious. She’d noticed it before at times when she was trapped in the small enclosure with him and his…friend?

  “Entirely my fault. I was practically running.” He motioned to the elevator behind him. “Going up?” His eyebrows were furrowed. Hell, she was probably still scowling from thinking about her bosses.

  “Yep.” That’s the best you can come up with the first time you actually speak to the guy?

  He must have been on his way to work or something because he was dressed in the black pants and white shirt she so often saw him in. As if it was some kind of dress code. Maybe he worked nights. She ran into both him and the other guy at odd hours. Sometimes when she came home for lunch. Sometimes in the evening. Sometimes late if she was out.

  The other guy dressed in a suit usually. But Mr. Black-and-White always had this look. The white shirt, starched to perfection, made his tanned skin and dark hair stand out. He had to be part Italian.

  He pushed the button for the elevator and then held the door open for her when it quickly made its appearance. She could have sworn he’d been heading out when they collided.

  She didn’t question him, just stepped inside and bit her lip to keep from smiling. Now’s your chance, girl. Ask him to go out with you on Saturday. Could there be any more perfect solution? He seemed nice enough, for a guy. He looked fantastic. Smelled like heaven. His smile could melt chocolate. She could think of no better fake date than a gay guy who would pose no threat to her perpetual singlehood.

  “Just getting home from work?” he asked.

  Small talk? They’d never spoken before.

  “Yeah.” Oh, she was so smooth with the words tonight. “You?” She looked down at her feet, trying in vain not to grin. This just might work out after all. What a coincidence that one of the very men she’d often lusted after would actually speak to her today of all days.

  “Oh, I just forgot something at home. Had…have to run back and get it. Luckily it’s not far.”

  He had been just leaving. He’d purposefully turned back so he could ride the elevator up with her.

  The elevator dinged and the door opened. You have to get out. It’s customary for passengers to debark on their designated floors. Otherwise they look idiotic. “Well, have a nice night then.” She stepped into the hall, kicking herself in the ass the entire time.

  “Will do. You too.” He reached for the door and held it open as she passed. “Hey, chin up. You’re off work now.”

  Stephanie jerked her head up at his request and turned to face him as though meeting his demand was somehow imperative. He smiled at her and winked. She felt the flush that raced down her body from head to toe. A spark ignited in her stomach as she watched his calm demeanor. Something about this man made her want to please him.

  She hadn’t anticipated this run-in with Mr. Dark and Handsome. She needed time…to prepare…if she was going to beg him to go out with her. Or his “friend”. As she gazed at him with her chin still raised, the doors closed.

  She stared at her shiny reflection as the smile crept across her face. Even hidden behind her usual bulky attire, a man had just made conversation with her. Never mind he was undoubtedly gay. She felt giddy.

  A deep, dormant longing came rushing to the surface. For as much as she hid under both physical and psychological layers, Stephanie craved the attention of a caring man. She never intended to act on the impulse, fear of losing herself weighing her down, but she could dream.

  She was damaged. Years of watching her mother succumb to a trail of losers who used and abused her had hardened Stephanie against following her instincts. Until this moment, she hadn’t considered that long-buried place inside her that desired not just the idea of having a man around but someone who would care enough to fill all her needs.

  She stepped back from the elevator, shivering as though cold. Two things occurred to her. One, she hadn’t pushed the button for floor ten, which meant Mr. Sexy had known her floor. And two, the elevator was now going down, not up, which meant Mr. Sexy had already gone to his apartment to get the forgotten object before her arrival, confirming her suspicion he’d just taken the ride with her for no reason at all.

  Hmmm. That seemed incredibly promising. Then why was she shaking like a leaf? Because it would be a hell of a lot easier to beg him to go with her to the company party this weekend if he was gay. If he truly were interested in her… Ugh. She couldn’t handle that thought.

  Stephanie spun on her heels and walked down the hall. She needed sleep, a glass of wine, a long soak in the tub and a frozen dinner. Not in that order.

  “What took you so long?”

  A shit-eating grin spread across Dane’s face. “Our date for Friday night.”

  “What?” Aiden took two long strides to get to Dane’s side in the back of the kitchen. “What?” he repeated in a whisper, backing Dane into the office next to the huge oven.

  “I went to the apartment to get your phone and as I was running back through the lobby toward the front door, Ms. Tenth Floor came around the corner, and I ran smack dab into her. Or, maybe she ran into me…who cares? Anyway, I pretended I hadn’t gone upstairs yet and rode the elevator up with her, although I seriously doubt she bought that story.”

  “So you’re telling me you asked her to go with us to the club? In the short ride to the tenth floor? And she agreed?” Aiden pushed the door closed behind him and leaned against it.

  Dane stepped into the V of Aiden’s legs and planted his hands on either side of the man’s face. Aiden swallowed, wanting to kiss Dane, but wanting to hear this saga even more. “No. Of course not. I just made small talk. But she was interested, I tell you. You should’ve seen how her gaze roamed over me. And she licked her lips several times.”

  Aiden’s mouth fell open, and he laughed, hard. He couldn’t stop himself. He set his palms on Dane’s hips and pushed him off the door. “Are you kidding? So, now ‘hey, how’s it going?’ equals ‘do you mind playing sub Friday night with two men at a public club?’”

  “Don’t laugh, asshole. It’s more than you’ve accomplished. She even wiped the scowl off her face when she saw me. Thank God. Whatever pissed her off didn’t suit her. I hated that look.” Dane smiled though.

  “Oh, and I suppose her response of ‘fine, good’ meant ‘please fuck me six ways to Sunday’?” Aiden leaned over and planted his hands on his knees while he continued to laugh. The stitch in his side was starting to hurt.

  “Laugh all you want, but I’m telling you she’ll say yes. I can read her. In fact, get this, when she ducked out of the elevator I told her to raise her chin. Her reaction was stunning.”

  Aiden snickered again. “Let me guess. She obeyed. Now you’re sure she’s the perfect submissive too.”

  “Hey, she was interested. She didn’t just lift her face, she jerked into position. She even smiled when she thought I couldn’t see her. And she has to realize we’re a package. Right?”

  “Riiight. Of course. Because every time I see two people together in an elevator I assume they’re fucking each other.” Aiden stood, but he held his stomach while he wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his other hand.

  “You can’t piss me off, you know. I love it when you laugh. It gets me hard. The deep timbre of your chuckle makes me want to fuck you up against whatever surface we happen to be near.” Dane stepped closer to Aiden, pressing him back against the door once more.

  Aiden swallowed…and sobered. “Don’t look at me l
ike that. We have to get back to work.” He wiped the last of the moisture from the corners of his eyes. “Besides, it’s my turn to top. So back off.”

  Not that he was keeping score, per se, but Dane had really pushed him to a new limit this afternoon and Aiden intended to return the favor soon. Later tonight after they closed. It might be up against this door. He didn’t care where, but he had a strict internal rule not to fuck his business partner when they were supposed to be working…well, usually…at least during the evening rush.

  Dane lifted both hands in surrender. “I have meals to prepare. Who knows what the rest of the cooking staff did while I was gone.” He stepped toward the door, and Aiden wished for a moment he hadn’t turned the man down. His ass was so fine. He itched to pinch it.

  “Oh, here’s your phone.” Dane fished in his pocket and handed Aiden the cell. “I found it tangled in the sheets…” He opened the door hastily and stepped out before Aiden could swat his smart-alecky ass.

  Aiden took a moment to collect himself before he reemerged from the office. He needed to get back out front and make sure all the customers were happy and properly “wined and dined”.

  The restaurant was the best venture of his life. Owning it with his best friend and lover was icing on the cake. They’d been a bit concerned originally when the plan had formed, worried about whether it was a good idea to work and live together. But as soon as they’d opened the doors a year ago, they’d immediately relaxed, and their relationship had strengthened.

  In fact, when the idea of introducing themselves to BDSM and fetish lifestyles had come up six months ago, they’d both jumped at the opportunity. Their friend Steve, their main food supplier, had casually mentioned his involvement in alternative lifestyles when they’d been out for a beer one night. Aiden had been intrigued and when he’d discussed it with Dane, his partner had agreed to give it a try.

  Who knew there were so many affirming open venues where one could meet with other folks interested in Dom/sub relationships and learn from them? Where once Aiden would have considered such people quite strange, now he realized they were far more accepting and understanding and down-to-earth than all the so-called vanilla people roaming around.