Bound to be Taken (Emergence)

by Jameson, Becca

  As the dishes disappeared, Aiden grabbed a new bottle of wine and resumed his place across from Stephanie. He poured and then leaned on the table with his elbows. “So, tomorrow we shop.”

  Stephanie nodded. All she could do was hope to God she didn’t end up embarrassed and run out the door of the fetish store.

  Dane grabbed her hand and held it. “Tonight I think we should pick up where we left off last night. Is that okay with you? The more you learn, the more comfortable you’ll be Friday night.”

  She nodded again. Her brain screamed at her to say no, but her libido overruled it. If she could feel again with the intensity she had last night under their tutelage, she wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity. Hell, even if the entire charade was simply a swap of needs for these guys, for her it was way more. It was a chance to explore a world she’d only read about.

  A chance to feel. A chance to want on a level she’d never expected to experience in her lifetime. She needed to jump in with both feet and go with the flow. Let these two sexy men lure her down a path of submission. Before yesterday she’d had no idea submission could be so fucking arousing. She never would have admitted it would turn her on instead of repulsing her. Maybe she could pretend it was all real and enjoy herself. If she was lucky, maybe she wouldn’t lose her heart in the process…

  Chapter Six

  Aiden stood and took her hand. It shook, but the moment he clenched her fingers in his palm she calmed. Something about his warmth soothed her, at least enough to trust he wouldn’t intentionally hurt her. She knew at this point neither man was going to injure her physically.

  “Let’s go back to the apartment.” Dane grabbed her other hand, and both men lured her toward the door. “Maybe you’ll be more relaxed there.”

  I doubt it. She followed them, barely noticing when they spoke to a few employees left to finish cleaning. She let them lead her the two blocks back to the apartment building and tried not to shake as they rode the elevator to the fifteenth floor.

  After they entered the apartment, the snick of the door shutting behind her made her jump.

  “Relax, Steph.” Aiden had never released her hand. He kept tugging until they reached a long beige leather sofa. “Neither of us wants you to be uncomfortable. I swear to you we won’t do anything you don’t want.”

  And there it was. The crux of the problem. She feared she wanted way more than she should.

  He leaned closer and took both her hands in his, his face just inches above her as she tipped her neck back. His lips…oh God, he licked them.

  She mimicked him. Couldn’t stop herself.

  Aiden grabbed her chin and held it with his fingers. His gaze was deep, dark, serious. “I think you want to do this. I think you like it. I think you’re aroused even now by the thought of experimenting with submission.”

  Stephanie swallowed. She didn’t dare move or even breathe.

  Dane’s voice startled her an inch from her ear, directly behind her. “Is he right?” She felt his warmth even before he placed his hands on her hips. “Steph, answer me.” His voice was lower, gravelly.

  She nodded.

  “First rule of submission—always answer with ‘yes, Sir’ or ‘no, Sir’.” Dane kissed her neck.

  Her gaze remained locked on Aiden’s. “Yes, Sir,” she mumbled, barely audible.

  “Good girl.” Aiden smiled in approval. “Do you remember the first position? The one we taught you last night?”

  Stephanie nodded and then caught herself. “Yes, Sir.” She spoke, but the words sounded foreign to her. Her brain scrambled to make sense of what was happening. She shouldn’t be doing this. It wasn’t right. Nobody allowed two men to order them around.

  But holy fuck, she was aroused. The knot in the bottom of her stomach twisted into a full ache. Her pussy clenched. Thank God she’d worn her best bra and panty set today. She hadn’t considered anyone seeing them, but had decided on the lacey pale pink set so that she would feel sexy all day.

  For the first time in her life she wanted to feel sexy. She craved having someone look at her the way Aiden was doing right now. The intensity in his gaze made her knees wobble. Who cared if it was all a game? It was hot.

  Contrary to when she’d gotten dressed this morning, now she actually hoped someone might see her underwear tonight.

  Dane pressed on her hips. “Show us what you remember about the kneeling position of submission, babe.”

  Babe? Oh my… Heat ran up her spine.

  If this was “role play” these guys were the masters at acting.

  Stephanie redirected her gaze and lowered to the soft plush rug in front of the sofa. She spread her knees a few inches and clasped her hands behind her back.

  “Good,” Aiden said. “Now spread your legs a little farther.”

  She inched them out, keeping her head tilted slightly toward the ground and her gaze on Aiden’s knees. She tried to concentrate on how sexy even his legs were in the expensive suit he wore again tonight. Anything to keep her mind off the growing need pooling inside her.

  “Perfect. You learn quick.” Dane leaned down and whispered in her ear, making her flinch. “You are so fucking sexy. Do you know that?”

  She almost moaned. Sexy? Me? He didn’t realize she was complete putty in his hands, and he didn’t need to add anything to make her submit, conform into the woman they needed for Friday night.

  She sucked in a breath when it occurred to her that her bosses had also referred to her as sexy and made that word sound dirty and disgusting. Somehow when Dane said it, it sounded reverent.

  “Answer him,” Aiden commanded.

  She flinched. “No, Sir. I hadn’t realized that.”

  Dane stood. “That’s what I thought. Tonight we want you to wrap your mind around that. We want you to feel, experience…know what you do to us just by being you. We know underneath your prim suits lies a sexy woman no one ever gets to see.”

  She bit her lip. She couldn’t help it. And the moisture between her legs pooled into something more than dampness. God, he was good.

  Did they really think she was sexy? Or were these just lines they learned in Dom/sub class?

  “This is the position a sub assumes when his or her master says kneel. Release your hands and lean forward for the second position, down.” Aiden stepped around her and stood at her side. “Keep your knees the same, but put your hands on the floor and lean down until your forehead rests against the rug with your hands stretched out in front of you.”

  Stephanie inched forward. She sort of crawled her fingers against the soft rug. Deep breaths.

  Dane set a hand on her back. “That’s far enough. Now lean your head down.”

  OhGodohGodohGod. Her heart pounded. She positioned her face so her forehead touched the floor. All she was aware of was her ass in the air, higher than her body, and the fact that her skirt rode up too high.

  No one touched her. No one said a word. Both men circled her. She trembled. She couldn’t stop shaking as though she were cold.

  What she wanted more than anything in the world was for someone to please touch her.

  “Good.” Aiden finally spoke, his voice barely audible. “Perfect. You’re a natural.”

  “Yes,” Dane added. “Always make sure your nipples touch the ground when in this position. You should feel vulnerable and exposed with your ass in the air and open like that, but also you should be aware of your tits grazing the carpet, pebbling them to stiff peaks. Are your nipples hard, Steph?”

  Fuck. Her mouth was so dry she couldn’t pull her lips apart. Was she even breathing? Yes, she was heaving through her nose.

  “Stephanie, you have to answer us immediately when we ask you a question.” Aiden kneeled down beside her and laid a palm on her back. The heat of his hand reached through her blouse and burned its imprint on her shoulder blade. “Are you still okay?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she muttered. “And, yes…Sir.”

  “Stop us if it gets to be too much.” A
iden stood once more.

  Silence. Dane walked away. Aiden paced around her. She couldn’t see much because the pile of the rug was high and plush.

  A few moments later, Dane returned. She heard the clank of glass and decided he must have brought drinks and set them on the end table.

  “Come back to the kneel position, Steph,” Dane said.

  She did as he said, dragging herself back onto her knees. Every synapse was firing inside her. Her skin felt super sensitive. The slightest touch, even of the soft rug, brought awareness to every inch of her body. Even the tips of her fingers tingled as she brought them back behind her.

  “How do you feel?” Aiden sat down in front of her on the couch. The sound of the leather settling under him pierced the room.

  Stephanie stared at his spread thighs. She licked her lips, still dry. “I could use a drink…Sir.”

  Ice clinked behind her. Dane stepped to her side. “Water or wine, babe?”

  “Water, please…Sir.” Oh God, this was hard. So difficult and yet so arousing. They’d used such harsh language…tits…nipples… And every word aroused her more.

  A glass appeared in front of her mouth. Dane wrapped one hand around her neck and tipped her head back. Cold water flowed into her mouth as she sipped, the icy liquid in sharp contrast to her heated skin. A few drips escaped her lips and dribbled down her chin and neck. She shivered when the water hit her blouse.

  Dane removed the glass and swiped the stream from her chin. “Your skin is so hot. Are you sure you’re okay?” He reached into the glass and fished out an ice cube right in front of her face. She kept her gaze low.

  The intentional tease made her suck in a breath. As he fingered the cube an inch from her mouth, her eyes grew wide.

  Dane flipped the square piece of ice around his fingers like a magic act with a quarter. The melting water dripped onto her chest. She held still.

  Finally, he brought the cube to her lips and ran it through the slit from side to side. She stuck out her tongue on instinct to lick at the ice.

  “Ah ah ah. Stay still. I didn’t tell you to let that greedy little tongue out.” Dane turned to Aiden. “Did you know our sub liked to lick?”

  Stephanie felt new wetness run down her chest. Dane deliberately held the ice right at the open V of her blouse as he spoke to Aiden. His aim was impressive. While she bit the inside of her mouth to keep from moaning, he dropped the cube into her shirt.

  “Oh, my. Sorry.” His mock tone was almost more than she could take. But she held steady, trying hard not to squirm against the small chunk of ice now settled in between her breasts. Her nipples pebbled against the fabric of her lace bra, making her regret the decision to wear the stupid thing after all.

  Aiden leaned forward and nudged Dane out of the way. His face was inches from hers. “You’re so good at this. Better than anyone we saw in any of our classes. Even role playing we didn’t see any natural submissives among the others in the seminars. Lots of people try to play the part, but few master it. You could totally do this.” He leaned in closer, his mouth inches from hers. “You’re so horny you can’t think right now, aren’t you?”

  She opened her lips to speak, but he cut her off with a finger. “I bet if I were to reach under your skirt, I’d find you very wet, wouldn’t I?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Yes, you’re horny or yes, you’re wet?” Aiden asked.

  “Both, Sir.”

  “Both what? I forgot.”

  Oh Lord. She sucked in a breath when she realized what he was doing. Fine. She could play. “I’m horny and wet, Sir.”

  “Did we make you horny and wet, Steph?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you want me to kiss you?” Aiden moved scant millimeters closer to her.

  She still held her gaze lowered, but all she saw were his kissable lips moving in front of her. “Very much, Sir.” More than anything in the world.

  “Would you like Dane to kiss you too?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Chapter Seven

  Aiden was in pain. Literally. His cock hurt so bad he could barely form words. He’d been so hard for so long, he couldn’t help but kiss the woman kneeling in front of him as though she’d been a sub her entire life. Only her nervousness spoke the truth. If not for her shaky frame, lip nibbling and wide eyes, he’d never believe she wasn’t a well-trained sub.

  He hadn’t meant to kiss her tonight. He’d only meant to teach her a few more things, prepare her for Friday. Was all this really necessary for her to attend a fetish club in two days? If he were honest, not so much. But once they’d started down this path, he hadn’t been able to stop. She was so fucking sexy. And she wanted this.

  He wanted to peel her clothes off and worship her body until she screamed so loud the ceiling shook. And he would. Between him and Dane, they would make her beg for mercy before the week was out.

  For now though, he needed to taste her mouth.

  Aiden closed the gap and took her lips in a gentle kiss, nibbling around her mouth until she parted her lips a sliver. He licked the seam and dipped his tongue inside to trace her teeth.

  Stephanie moaned. Her tiny noises made his balls draw up. She was so uninhibited when she stopped thinking and just felt. There was no doubt this was all way outside her comfort zone, but that made it even hotter.

  When she tipped her head to one side, he doubled his efforts. Reaching behind to hold her steady with his fingers tangled in her hair, he deepened the kiss, delved into her mouth and tasted every crevice. She tasted of red wine, the delicious, expensive Merlot he’d fed her earlier.

  Not wanting to lose contact with her skin, he trailed his lips down her neck and across the skin at her collarbone. He had to see more of her. Now.

  After releasing her head, he brought both hands to her blouse and nimbly worked the top button free while he resumed exploring her mouth with his tongue.

  Dane kneeled beside him. He could feel his partner’s presence and silently thanked him for not disturbing the moment.

  When he had two buttons undone, he leaned back. Her eyes were closed, her lips wet and swollen, her chest heaving. He trailed a finger down her chest until he met the front clasp of her bra. She remained relatively still. He grazed that same finger along the edge of the lace, tracing a line along her breast until he reached the top edge, and then he repeated the process on the other side. “Your skin is so soft,” he murmured. “So smooth.”

  He turned his gaze to Dane, held her blouse open and spoke. “Don’t you agree, Dane?”

  Except for short, shallow breaths, Stephanie didn’t move. He knew she was aroused or he wouldn’t push her like this. God, he needed her. He couldn’t possibly have her today of course, but he saw several cold showers and some rather raunchy sex scenes being played out with Dane later.

  Dane reached out and trailed a few fingers along the same path Aiden had.

  Stephanie opened her eyes a slit. “You two are going to be the death of me.”

  She’d broken form, but neither of them said anything.

  “That’s the plan,” Dane teased.

  “Do you do this often?” she asked. Her gaze rose, and she stared at first Aiden and then Dane.

  Aiden gently grasped her shoulder and met her gaze. “Stephanie, we’ve never done this before. Not with anyone but each other. We’ve shared women in the past, but not for a long time…and never since we’ve been experimenting with this lifestyle.”

  She glanced from him to Dane and back. “Why me?”

  Aiden smiled. “I’m the one who spilled coffee on you. The least I could do in return was make you squirm with need, right?”

  The serious look on her face was replaced with a grin at his teasing. “Of course. Happens all the time.”

  Aiden flinched. She was kidding. She had to be.

  She narrowed her gaze and shook her head. “Never. I’ve never done anything like this.”

  The way she said this gave him ho
pe she would be open to more than just three more days of fun. He didn’t want to pressure her, and he knew Dane didn’t either, but both of them would groan with pent-up frustration if “this” didn’t continue. They needed to explore this further. They had seventy-two hours in which to do it. Could they figure out everything the three of them needed to know in that time? Enough to come to an agreement about the future?

  God, he hoped so, even if the only thing they agreed upon in the end turned out to be an extension of their exploration. Three days wasn’t enough time. Hell, three years might not be.

  Aiden lowered his view to her chest where an impressive cleavage was nearly hidden under her loose blouse. “Do you trust us?” he muttered.

  “Yes.” Her voice was breathy. “It’s crazy though.”

  Aiden smiled. Couldn’t argue with her there. “Will you let us take things a bit farther? I know we broke form, and it’s late, but we don’t want to take you home without making you come.”

  He watched her face for every tiny reaction. She stared him in the eye, sucked in a breath, but didn’t back away. His insides did a somersault. Holy shit. She was going to comply. He’d half expected her to balk. She was so prim, and he suspected she didn’t trust easily.

  She opened her mouth, hesitated, and then spoke. “Surely we aren’t going to do all this…stuff…in public Friday night.”

  Aiden cleared his throat. His dick was so hard just looking at her innocent face he had to clench his hands into fists at his sides to keep from taking himself in his own hand. “No, we aren’t. But learning the positions sets up the mind frame so you’ll slip into a submissive pose with ease. All of this we’re teaching you will cut down on your shock when we get there.

  “There will be some Doms at the party who will expect their subs to comply with commands that involve some humiliation and exhibition. I’m not going to lie. You will see others at the club in compromising positions. But Dane and I won’t ask that of you. You’re too green for anything like that.”

  Stephanie bit her lip, and Dane reached from the side to tug her chin. He set his other hand on Aiden’s shoulder. It was the first time they’d really touched each other in her presence. She followed Dane’s hand with her gaze and licked her lips. She wanted this. Her eyes glazed over, and she swayed forward ever so slightly.