Bound to be Taken (Emergence)

by Jameson, Becca

  Stephanie stood taller than the men now, and they both dipped their heads to inspect her knees. Her skirt was too long. It reached just below her knees. Aiden pushed it up without comment and held it high on her thighs. Dane grazed his fingers over her pink skin.

  Stephanie wobbled on her feet, her body threatening to collapse under their intense scrutiny so close to her bare skin. She stepped back and grasped them both by the shoulders to steady herself. “I’m fine.”

  Dane cocked his head to one side. “Are you shy in general, or just hiding under that prim outfit?”

  If he only knew how close he’d come to the truth.

  “I’m gonna go get more of that ointment.” Dane glanced at Aiden and jumped up, quickly leaving the room.

  Aiden stood also and stepped toward her, backing her up until she hit the desk. He looked concerned. Chagrinned.

  Stephanie grabbed the edge of the desktop with both hands, but the air whooshed out of her when he grasped her hips and lifted her onto the top.

  Dane returned, holding the salve up in the air. “Found it.”

  As though she were more like a possession than a human, they worked together to “fix” her. Neither man looked her in the eye. Aiden pushed her skirt up high on her thighs to expose the pinkened areas of skin. His touch overwhelmed her senses and she couldn’t stop herself from grasping his hand on her skirt to keep him from continuing any higher. Oh my God.

  Her panties grew wetter, and a flood gate opened when he patiently swatted her hand away and drew the hem up even higher. Dane knelt between her legs. From that location he would be able to see her panties.

  Lightheaded, she couldn’t keep from holding her breath. Which panties was she even wearing? It wasn’t as though she’d expected anything like this when she left the house this morning. Hell, she didn’t own much lingerie. Simple white cotton was more her style.

  When she wanted to take the edge off in the privacy of her home, she generally did so naked. No one to impress with sexy underwear.

  Dane worked the ointment gently into her skin for the second time today. His fingers might as well have been working her clit for as erotic as this scene was playing out.

  Stephanie leaned back and braced herself with both hands on the desk. She couldn’t catch her breath. She panted. God, she was pathetic.

  “Your legs are so smooth,” Dane crooned. Wasn’t he finished? Either her imagination had run wild or he was caressing her skin beyond the necessary.

  Thank God she’d happened to shave that morning. She didn’t always. Every few days was sufficient.

  “Do you tan?” Aiden asked. “Or is your skin naturally this shade of brown?”

  She was born this way, darker hair, dark eyes, and a Mediterranean skin tone. Must have been her father. She didn’t remember him and had no pictures.

  “You can speak freely, Steph.” The nickname he’d assigned her was something she’d never used in her life. Somehow, all those years of correcting people flew out the window. The name sounded exotic from Dane’s mouth. Sexy. She loved it. “We aren’t really playing the part anymore.”

  “Um, I think my dad was French or something.”

  “You don’t know?” Dane asked.

  “He left when I was very young. Never came back.” Holy hell, she’d never told anyone this.

  “I’m sorry. That sucks.” Aiden released his grip on her skirt and smoothed her hair back off her face, his hand resting on her cheek.

  That touch was the kindest she’d ever really experienced, except occasionally from her mom when she’d been smaller. It was quickly erased by the hand Dane set on her thigh, however, making her flinch. His fingers kneaded her flesh precariously close to her crotch. At least it seemed that way.

  Stephanie sucked in a breath and turned her head to the side. She felt crowded, in a good way, but still… She shrugged. “It was a long time ago.”

  “Your mother raised you?”

  “Yes.” Sort of. You could maybe call it that. Even though she’d never been the perfect mother Stephanie would have liked to have, the woman had still been the only blood relative Stephanie knew as a child. Thank God she’d discovered she had a grandmother after her mother died. That was what brought her to this town three years ago. The promise of a relative. Any relative.

  “We should get you home,” Aiden murmured.

  No! Gah. She gave herself a mental slap. Yes, they should get her home.

  “Yeah, I think we’ve given you enough to think about for one night.” Dane squeezed her leg one last time and released her.

  Aiden gripped her around the waist and lifted her to the floor. Her skirt fell back into place, but still she smoothed the fabric, making sure she was covered. “You did great. You’re a natural at this. Are you sure you haven’t been a sub before?”

  Stephanie gasped and glanced at his face. Was he teasing? He must have seen the look of horror in her eyes because he chuckled.

  Dane stroked her arm. “He’s kidding. Well, sort of. I mean, you did do fantastic, but it’s also obvious this is outside your comfort zone. Thank you.”

  “For what?” Her voice squeaked.

  “For going along with this. For agreeing to be our date.” Dane danced his fingers over her collarbone and up to her ear. A chill shook her body. Did he think this was all a game? Yes, because it is, doofus.

  Her body was on fire. There was no pretending that part. And she hadn’t imagined the twin bulges in two sets of perfectly formed pants. Maybe they were easily aroused and it had nothing to do with her. They could have been aroused by each other.

  They crowded her again. One on each side, pressing her into the desk until she leaned back.

  “Two o’clock Thursday then, right?” Aiden asked. “We’ll meet you in the lobby. We have some shopping to do.”

  Both men kept touching her. Her leg, her arm, her cheek, her neck. God, her neck… Who knew that zone was so erogenous?

  Dane gripped her shoulder. “Why don’t you come for dinner tomorrow…here, at the restaurant? We can get to know each other better. You don’t work until ten every night, do you?”

  Stephanie swallowed the lump in her throat. She shook her head. “Of course not.” At the defeated look in their eyes and the slouch in their shoulders she realized her unintended implication. “I mean, no, I don’t work that late every day. I’ll try to get here tomorrow night earlier.”

  “Perfect.” Dane’s smile grew. “I’ll cook something special for you.”

  They released her simultaneously as though reading each other’s minds. She sagged under the loss. Her conflicting emotions were going to drive her mad.

  When Aiden stepped through the door to their apartment after reluctantly seeing Stephanie safely to her own, he had a grip on Dane’s forearm, practically yanking his partner over the threshold. The second Aiden kicked the door shut, he plastered Dane to the wall and leaned in to take the man’s lips in a kiss that was full of all the frustration he’d been feeling for over an hour.

  Aiden angled his head to one side and slid his tongue into Dane’s mouth to taste every flavor of the man. The delicious Merlot overshadowed the mint Dane had eaten earlier.

  Aiden slammed his body against Dane’s, unable to get enough contact…enough pressure. Their cocks nestled beside one another, and Aiden ground into Dane’s groin with more need than he could ever remember. His dick ached from being so hard for so long. He’d had to walk from the restaurant to the building with his teeth gritted in an effort to keep his plight to himself. And he’d known Dane was in the same state.

  Pulling back with a jerk, Aiden stared hard at his partner. “Strip, now.” He tugged on his tie with shaky hands, loosening it only slightly, his need hampering his ability to regain any fine motor skills.

  Dane unbuttoned his white shirt, not losing eye contact with Aiden. Perfect. Aiden needed to see into Dane’s soul right now. He shrugged off his jacket, pulled the tie over his head and went to work on his own buttons. In frustrati
on, he gave up after the first two and tugged the dress shirt over his head.

  In moments, they had both stepped out of their pants and stood naked in the foyer. When their gazes met, the look from Dane’s narrowed eyes was intense. Aiden’s cock stiffened more, if that was possible.

  “Lower your eyes, Dane. This is my gig.” Dane hesitated only a moment and then complied, shifting his stance and ducking his head slightly to stare at the floor. A low, almost-imperceptible moan slipped from Dane’s lips. Good.

  After the hot interlude in the office with Stephanie, Aiden was feeling brazen. The woman had gotten under his skin like nobody ever had in his life. When she’d lowered her gaze under his command, he’d nearly come in his pants.

  Aiden circled Dane and stared at his sexy body. Muscles flexed everywhere, from his shoulders to his shins. Dane’s bronzed skin stretched over every inch of muscle, smooth and tight. Aiden ached to touch him. When Aiden reached Dane’s back, he nudged him forward into the living room. “Kneel on the rug there.”

  They’d made Stephanie kneel. It had been fucking hot. As Dane lowered his frame into the same position Stephanie had taken, Aiden gripped his own cock. He circled back around until he stood directly in front of Dane in a wide stance, his dick bobbing in front of Dane’s lowered face.

  “Keep your hands behind your back while you suck me off. I don’t want you to touch yourself. Got it?” Aiden inched forward and wiped his dick on Dane’s lips. Full, lush lips that he wanted wrapped around his length. “Open.”

  With a shudder, Dane opened his mouth and took Aiden’s shaft all the way to his throat. Aiden groaned loud and tipped his head back. He gripped Dane’s shoulders to hold the man steady. Dane’s body shook. Fuck yes. His partner shivered with the same need Aiden felt.

  “I’m not in the mood for slow,” Aiden whispered. “Suck hard and suck fast.”

  Dane closed his lips tighter on Aiden’s cock and sucked him deep. God, the man could give a blowjob. His tongue swiped Aiden’s length with every short withdrawal. His teeth grazed just the right amount to make it impossible for Aiden to think, or even see.

  “Yes… Like that…” Aiden hissed between his teeth. He didn’t want to blow so fast, but he’d been on the edge since Stephanie had walked through the front door of Ameci’s. “Gonna come… Swallow me, Dane. Take all of me.”

  Dane rocked forward, losing his balance, but Aiden caught him and gripped his shoulders to steady the man. With one last thrust forward, Aiden came in Dane’s throat. The sound that came out of his own mouth was more of a feral growl than anything else.

  While his dick slowly stopped pulsing, Dane continued to lick and suck the shaft all the way to the head.

  Aiden finally took a step back and let his cock pop out of Dane’s mouth. He watched as the man licked his lips, wasting not a drop of come. He stayed in form, not breaking the kneel position. Aiden was impressed. Dane’s dick had to hurt.

  “Lie back on the rug.” Aiden’s voice sounded gravelly even to his own ears. “Good. Knees bent. Leg’s spread.”

  Dane’s eyes fluttered closed as he did Aiden’s bidding.

  “You are the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, Dane. I love when you expose yourself so thoroughly to me like that. Your cock is so hard. You need to come, don’t you?” Aiden didn’t wait for a response. “So bad. Your balls are drawn up tight. I can see your ass puckering too. How did you want me to get you off? No…don’t answer that.” Aiden watched Dane’s face as he teased the man with his words.

  Dane was always the quieter of the two, but it was a struggle for him right now. He bit into his lower lip, but a moan escaped nevertheless. And Dane’s legs were shaking. He gripped his thighs with his hands to steady them, unsuccessfully.

  “You know what I like most? To watch you get yourself off. I want you to masturbate for me.”

  Dane stiffened. Aiden’s dick grew hard again just watching Dane’s anxiety. Sure, they often masturbated themselves while the other topped, but not so blatantly. Not without touching the other man.

  And never under such direct scrutiny and command.

  “Do it, Dane. Grip your cock with one hand and fondle your balls with the other. I want to watch you make yourself come all over your chest.”

  Dane’s head rolled to one side as he grabbed his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, following the instructions to a T.

  “Yes, just like that. Stroke yourself… Yes… Oh, God, Dane, that’s so fucking sexy.” Aiden grabbed a pillow from the couch and tapped Dane’s hip. “Lift.” He slid the padding under Dane’s ass, forcing him to arch his back. Without touching his partner again, Aiden kneeled between Dane’s legs and watched.

  Dane didn’t hold back. He gripped his length tight and pumped his hips up and down, holding his hand steady and letting his thighs do the work. Aiden licked his lips, wanting so bad to lick the tip of Dane’s shaft, taste the precome leaking from the head. But not this time. This time was for show.

  “That’s it. Pump those hips. I want to watch you. So…good…” Aiden gripped his own cock in his hand and squeezed to keep from coming. He inched forward on his knees so that his head hung over Dane’s groin. Inches separated them.

  Dane grunted and held his pelvis in the air. When he came, he shot all across his chest. Long spurts that made Aiden swallow and loosen his hold on his own shaft. With a few quick thrusts, he joined Dane, releasing his own pleasure onto Dane’s stomach.

  Aiden’s legs wobbled when he was spent. He couldn’t hold himself up, so he crawled around Dane’s leg and collapsed onto his back next to the man heaving from exertion.

  “Oh God, Aid. I can’t believe how fucking powerful that was.”

  “I know. She did this to us.”

  Dane chuckled. “Stephanie? The woman who isn’t even in the apartment?”

  “Yes. Don’t laugh. You know it’s true. That woman crawled under my skin when she got down on her knees. I’ll never be able to erase that vision from my memory.”

  “I never want to,” Dane added. “I can only hope she’ll be willing to do it again. And again. If she leaves us after Saturday, thinking all of this was purely a game, we’re doomed.”

  “That’s the truth.” Aiden didn’t add the next sentence running through his mind. He was afraid to voice it out loud. Stephanie Parkins was a natural submissive. She might not realize it yet, but she was born to be dominated. Aiden’s only concern now was whether or not he and Dane would be up to the task at the level she would clearly need. Hell, both of them had only been experimenting with this lifestyle for half a year. They still had so much to learn.

  “We need to call Lori. What if we’re in over our heads?” Dane glanced over at Aiden, his eyes serious.

  Aiden shook his head. “We aren’t. I can feel it in my bones. We can do this. We’ve studied the lifestyle thoroughly. With a little guidance, I’m sure we’ll be fine.” And Lori, their mentor, was just the woman to help them out with the cause.

  After all, Aiden and his partner had prepared for this day for a long time. This was what they wanted. At least part-time. They’d longed for a female between them, obeying their every command, for ages it seemed. But were they ready for someone as submissive as Stephanie? That woman was not a part-time sub. It was in her bones. She would need more. Aiden wasn’t sure he and Dane could fill the role she needed.

  Hell, Stephanie probably didn’t recognize the need she had deep within herself. She clearly had a few skeletons. There was a reason she was unapproachable. And Aiden was willing to bet that reason had something to do with a man.

  Stephanie lay in her bed, the covers pulled to her chin, not sleeping. Her eyes were wide as saucers, staring at the ceiling as she relived the evening’s events. She couldn’t begin to make sense out of everything. No matter how many times she went over each individual episode, she had no idea if Aiden and Dane were into her or just playing a role. Maddening.

  It was after midnight. She needed to get to work early and ge
t caught up so she could take off in the middle of the day Thursday. To buy fetish clothes.

  Her skin still crawled with need. They’d left her with her heart pounding, and her ears ringing with the beat. Her body still tingled from their touch. Even a quick shower had not lessened the damage. And she was no doubt damaged. Forever altered by the experience.

  Even on the walk home, they’d made her “feel”—opening doors, guiding her by the elbow around dips in the sidewalk, leading her into the building and elevator as though she were a prized possession.

  They didn’t have to do all that. The role play was over.

  She needed sleep. But she needed release even more. And there was no way she would be able to sleep without taking care of that problem first.

  With a forced deep exhale, she flung the sheets back, rolled to her side and grabbed her favorite vibrator from the drawer on her end table.

  In moments, she’d peeled her T-shirt over her head and wiggled out of her shorts and panties. Boring, ordinary cotton clothes she didn’t want to associate with the images in her mind tonight.

  Leaving the sheets pushed to the foot of the bed, Stephanie flipped the vibrator onto the highest setting and rolled it over her nipples. Immediately she moaned and arched into the contact, her eyes rolling back into her head to allow the images to form in her mind. Visions of Aiden and Dane pleasuring her.

  The tips of her breasts jumped to attention. She couldn’t wait. She spread her knees and let them fall open wide, angled the dildo toward her clit and set it against her pulsing nub.

  “Oh God. Yes, right there,” she muttered. She pinched her nipple with her free hand, hard, causing herself to writhe against the sheets.

  It took all of thirty seconds for her to come, but that orgasm didn’t even begin to soothe her. For the first time in her life, she left the vibrator hovering against her clit, rode out the sensitivity, and then pressed down to let the arousal build again to another peak. She didn’t want it to end. She pretended it was Aiden pinching her nipples as she moved her fingers back and forth between them, pinching and twisting the tips until they would surely be tender tomorrow from all the attention.