Bound to be Taken (Emergence)

by Jameson, Becca

  “Keep that in mind. I’m quite the catch, they say.”

  “Who they?” she teased. “The women you dated in the year before you met Aiden? Was that after or before you found their vaginas?”

  God, Aiden loved this woman. She came back to that subject and laughed about it now. Showing them she was over it. He gulped a huge drink of wine when he realized the path of his thoughts. Loved? He was so fucked.

  Chapter Twelve

  When all the dishes were cleared away and the kitchen back in order, Dane pulled Stephanie down the hall toward their bedroom without a word. He didn’t want to say anything to specifically scare her away, secretly hoping if he just took it for granted that she was expected in their bed, maybe she would go along with it, and they could continue to lure her into their web. If they could just keep her for one full night, maybe two, he hoped she’d get so comfortable with them she’d never leave.

  The least he could do was make the decision very difficult. They skated on thin ice here. She didn’t trust men. She’d made that abundantly clear and she had good reason. That gave them about forty-eight more hours to prove to her these two men were the exception.

  When they entered, she wandered around the space, examining their habitat. “You guys are sure fond of purple.” They’d chosen a deep eggplant color to decorate the room. “I love it,” she declared.

  Dane exhaled. Good grief, why is her approval so important? It’s just a room. “If I recall correctly, you owe us about five punishments.” He dimmed the lights as he spoke.

  Stephanie spun around, her mouth hanging open. She gulped while Dane watched her throat. “Punishments? I assumed you were joking. Please tell me you don’t think I’m going to let you spank me or something.” She rubbed the back of her neck, fidgeted and looked away, her face turning red.

  Fuck me. She likes the idea. Dane and Aiden had only explored the top/bottom side of BDSM. They hadn’t really considered any physical penalties. But Jesus. Maybe she secretly liked the idea.

  “Nooo. We hadn’t intended to spank you, but if you want us to, we can arrange it.” No fucking way he could do it right now, but maybe in the future, after they were well established and secure in this burgeoning relationship. Definitely not before she even agreed to stay with them. It was too risky and would require a bit of education to ensure no one got hurt, emotionally or otherwise.

  “So what did you have in mind?” She backed up a few steps, putting some distance between them. Self-preservation at its finest.

  Aiden rounded on her, pinning her in a corner next to the king-sized bed. “We have a few ideas. None that will injure you in any way, I promise. I swear it. We would never harm a hair on your body. Scout’s honor.”

  “You expect me to believe you were ever a scout?” She gave one sharp laugh. “Ha.”

  Aiden stepped closer. “Well, no. But I’m still honest and sincere. Do us the honor of slipping into the submissive role again this evening, and I promise you won’t regret it. You might even decide to disobey us on occasion just for the rewards.”

  “Hmm. And what if I don’t like it? Do I get a safe word or something?”

  Dane smiled. “Someone’s been doing research.”

  “Of course. You don’t think I’d just let two strange men boss me around all day without checking with Wikipedia first,” she teased, stealing their own words.

  “You won’t need a safe word, I can assure you. But if it makes you feel better, I say let’s go with cannoli.” Dane stepped next to Aiden, trapping her against the bed.

  “Cannoli? That’s the best you can come up with?” She put her hands on her hips.

  “Why not?” Dane asked. “It’s perfect. Tubular, sweet, sticky, creamy…”

  She held up a hand. “Fine, but if I have to use cannoli to get myself out of a sticky situation, I gotta warn you, it’ll make for a very uncomfortable weekend for the three of us.”

  “Point taken,” Aiden replied.

  “All right, but only because I’m intrigued, and you haven’t let me down yet, and I’m fucking aroused already.” She bit her lip and lowered her gaze. “Don’t fuck this up. I’m enjoying my evening.”

  Dane flinched. The pressure to make this perfect made the air stuffy.

  She was so damn cute when she hedged. And when she cocked her hip to one side and tapped her foot like she did now.

  Stephanie swiped a hand over her face and relaxed her shoulders. Her gaze remained lowered, and she dropped her arms to her sides.

  Aiden moved in. “Perfect. You learn fast. Good transition. Okay, new position. It’s called present. First I want you to remove all your clothing and then climb onto the bed and lie down in the center on your back.”

  Dane whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He pulled the deep purple comforter off the bed and laid it on the bench seat at the foot of the bed. He hoped to God they’d need it later to sleep under. Next, he grabbed the black bag from the fetish shop and set it on a corner of the mattress.

  Stephanie pulled her camisole over her head. She popped the clasp on her bra and let it flutter to the floor. Her nipples stood at attention, already pebbled. Dane wanted to suckle them, lie next to her and toy with the pointy tips until she writhed, and then some. Now was his chance.

  Next, she fiddled with her skirt. She managed the zipper with shaky fingers and it too fell to her feet. Without saying a word or looking at either man, she climbed onto the high bed and lay down in the center as directed.

  Dane took over. “Keep your head straight, gaze on the ceiling when you’re in this position. Even if you aren’t restrained.”

  He watched her squirm when he said restrained. It was subtle but still apparent.

  “Arms a few inches from your sides, palms up… Now spread your legs wide. Bend at the knees and let them fall open as wide as you can.”

  Stephanie obeyed the commands with little hesitation. She was getting freer, more comfortable with them and more trusting. Now if only they could build on that trust in two days while convincing her to stay forever.

  “Perfect.” Aiden’s voice was breathy. Dane saw him adjust his cock. His shirt had disappeared at some point also. Probably while Dane had watched the Stephanie strip show. He had an idea. “Aiden, take your pants off too. I want to see both of you.”

  Aiden hesitated a moment. They’d discussed in private the punishments they would dole out to Stephanie, but there’d never been any mention of one of them playing Dom to both of the others at the same time. Dane came up with the idea on a whim. He could use this. It felt heady. He could direct Aiden to punish Stephanie and get the man so worked up at the same time they would both be begging for release.

  Dane nodded at Aiden, silently telling him he wasn’t kidding. He was in charge of this show.

  Aiden exhaled, stood, removed his pants and climbed back onto the bed.

  “Aiden, don’t speak unless I ask you to.” Dane turned to Stephanie. “Babe, if you need to, or if one of us requests it sometimes, you can use your hands to hold your legs open wider.” He watched her fingers as they gripped the sheet.

  Then he sat between her legs and gazed at her pussy. She was so wet. Good. That was the intention. Nothing but arousal and release was ever the final goal. Getting there might not always be pleasant, like this time, but the end result remained the same in all circumstances. Fantastic orgasms.

  Dane reached inside the bag. “We won’t always do this, but for tonight, I want you to let us take your control away. Can you do that, babe? Let me restrain you so you can concentrate on just feeling. Every single touch, even the smallest brush against your skin will drive you to new heights without the ability to stop it. Can you trust me?”

  She nodded, but then quickly added, “Yes, Sir.” Her gaze landed somewhere on the ceiling.

  “Good girl.” He handed something to Aiden. “Her hands, Aiden.”

  He knew she would flinch. She had no idea what to expect. He intentionally didn’t elaborate.
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  Aiden took the soft Velcro cuffs, looped them through the headboard, and then wrapped first one and then the other around Stephanie’s wrists. He tugged them to make sure they were secure and then released her.

  Dane breathed through his nose. Stephanie’s arms were pulled tight over her head. Her legs still remained open and splayed, but they trembled.

  The next item he pulled out would not put her at ease. He handed it to Aiden once more. Aiden knew what was in the bag. Hell, he made the list himself. But Dane was thoroughly enjoying commanding his partner to punish their woman. It heightened this experience beyond belief.

  Dane nodded at Stephanie pointedly. “Put it on, Aiden. She’ll never learn if you don’t.”

  Even Aiden’s hands shook. Dane wondered if the man was concerned for Stephanie or himself. Probably both.

  Aiden wrapped the thick black Velcro band around Stephanie’s thigh just above her knee, securing it firmly in place. When he reached for the other leg, climbing into the V of her crotch, she gasped.

  The bar was wide. Not too wide, but wide enough to put pressure on her legs and make her aware they were being forced open. All those measurements at the fetish shop had served a purpose—each and every one. Aiden adjusted the width. It was important that the spreader be just the right length. Not too wide that the submissive was harmed, but wide enough to make it uncomfortable and omnipresent in the sub’s mind. It was adjustable, but it fit perfect in the shortest position.

  As soon as Stephanie was secured with the bar splaying her pussy open wide, Dane spoke. “This is a spreader bar, Steph. It holds your legs open for us. You should get comfortable with it. You’ll be wearing it often.” If you stay with us as our sub permanently. “Keeping your legs apart and your pussy open to us is obviously a difficult task for you. This serves as a reminder. It’s an appropriate punishment for the crime. If we have to remind you to spread your knees during the day, you should expect to be wearing this in the evening. You’ll learn fast. It’s humiliating, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She struggled around the barely audible words. Her torso shook with her nerves.

  “But we like to know your pussy is always open and ready. Even when you aren’t with us, you will learn to keep your legs spread whenever reasonably possible to remind yourself constantly who you belong to. Even when we aren’t role playing and you aren’t in submissive mode, there are a few things we’ll ask of you to keep your position in this relationship clear and present in your mind.”

  Dane watched her reactions closely while he spoke. She was aroused. Wetness leaked from her pussy. She bit her lip. Her nipples pebbled. Good. He’d intentionally spoken to her as though this relationship were permanent. He wanted to know how she’d react to the idea.

  Dane handed Aiden the tube of ointment from the salon. “She needs another layer of this anyway, Aiden. We don’t want her skin to break out. Be sure to spread a generous amount on her, and don’t forget to reach deep inside her pussy and her ass also.”

  Stephanie bucked the second Aiden touched her skin. She held her pussy in the air, using her ankles awkwardly to reach for more of his touch.

  Dane grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her ass. “You want to be raised, babe? I can do raised.” He turned to Aiden. “Don’t let her come, Aiden. Just spread the ointment and back off.”

  A low moan emitted from her mouth and continued for the entire application. Her legs shook.

  Dane caressed her belly. “Stephanie, try to keep your noises to a minimum. Except for your safe word, I don’t want to hear anything from you. You have permission to moan, in moderation. I know this first punishment will be very difficult for you. Next time it won’t be as hard when you know better what to expect. I don’t want to gag you if I don’t have to. Not tonight. But I do have a ball gag, a penis gag and a bit in the bag if you should decide you need them.”

  He smiled when he finished that speech. He loved the way she jerked when he insinuated the choice was hers. It was. If she screamed, he would gag her. Period. Control was the name of the game.

  When Aiden sat back, he did so with his gaze lowered, only directed at Stephanie when necessary and then returning to the mattress. Dane was pleased. This was all new. The tension in the room was palpable. “Aiden, spread the ointment onto your cock also.”

  Aiden hesitated.

  “Now, Aiden. And then turn over on all fours and spread your legs for me. For your hesitation, I’ll personally see that you get plenty of it in your tight ass.”

  While Aiden gripped his dick and rubbed the cream on, Dane climbed across the bed, opened the draw of the end table and grabbed a few more items. Now that he’d included Aiden in the scene, he needed more props. He watched Aiden out of the corner of his eye. “I didn’t say to jerk off, just apply the ointment.”

  Aiden hurried and handed the tube to Dane. He turned around, lined up next to Stephanie on all fours.

  “Down, Aiden. Second position.” Dane tapped the ointment on his hand, making a rhythmic sound that caused Stephanie to twitch.

  Aiden stretched his arms out parallel to Stephanie’s, leaned his forehead on the bed and spread his thighs. His ass was so fucking sexy, Dane had to take a deep breath to keep in form and not let himself reach out and squeeze Aiden’s cheeks.

  Instead, he popped the lid on the gel and squeezed a long row of it onto his finger, like toothpaste. He held Aiden’s cheeks apart with one hand, blew on the man’s puckered hole and then spread the warming cream around the rim. When it was well lubed, he pushed two fingers inside and twisted them in an arc to get the ointment spread on as much surface as he could as deep as his fingers would reach.

  Aiden moaned and bucked back into Dane’s hand.

  Dane withdrew, far too soon for Aiden to get enough pleasure out of it. He chuckled. “That ought to keep you awake.” He patted Aiden’s ass, a little harder than usual, but not quite a slap. “Present.”

  Aiden rolled over onto his back, leaving his arms above his head. When he opened his knees, the left one bumped into Stephanie’s. She made a little mewling sound.

  Aiden’s cock bobbed in the air. It was almost totally hard. He couldn’t get his knees as far apart as Stephanie’s; he wasn’t as limber. It didn’t matter.

  Dane gripped Aiden’s cock around the base and squeezed. A deep growl emitted from Aiden’s lips. He tipped his head back, exposing more of his neck. Dane would nuzzle there later. He stared at the long lines of his throat and knew without a doubt he loved this man more than he’d ever loved anyone. A glance at Stephanie splayed out next to Aiden made him realize he was quickly falling as hard for her.

  Dane released the Velcro on the leather band in his hand, the ripping noise piercing the silence so that both his subs flinched with concern. He did it again, just to keep them on edge. Then he slipped the wide leather circle over Aiden’s cock, situated it at the base and tightened it to the perfect circumference with the Velcro.

  Aiden bucked his ass up. He rolled his head to one side and sucked in gasps of air. “Dane…Sir…” he muttered.

  “Good, you remembered your manners. I know it drives you crazy when I use the cock ring, that’s why I’m doing it. If Stephanie has to suffer, someone should suffer with her. I don’t want you to get off while you work her over. That wouldn’t be fair, would it?”

  “No, Sir.” Aiden spoke through clenched teeth. His legs held rigid, his feet pressed into the bed with his knees wide and his toes curled.

  Dane ran a palm up Aiden’s firm leg from the ankle and then over his knee and down his thigh. He grazed his fingertips over the sensitive skin below Aiden’s sac, but never touched his balls. “Were you generous with the ointment, Aiden?”

  Aiden’s cock glistened, but he hadn’t spread the cream any farther than the shaft. Dane squeezed another glob onto his finger and used just the one digit to spread the substance on Aiden’s cock head, being sure to run the tip of his finger into the slit. With another slather of the ointment he st
roked into Aiden’s ball sac. “There. That should feel pretty warm in a while.”

  Aiden just moaned.

  “Aiden, I can’t expect Stephanie to be silent. This is her first bondage experience. She’s gonna struggle with instructions, but this isn’t your first rodeo. Is it that much harder for you to control yourself just because she’s next to you?” Dane knew the answer, but the more he verbalized, the worse the torture.

  “Yes, Sir.” The breathy words came out in pants.

  “I appreciate your honesty, as I’m sure you will appreciate what I have to do. Right, Aiden?”

  “Yes…Sir.”

  “No worries. Consider yourself warned. I need your mouth for now, but later…”

  Dane grabbed the cream again. “You both have such lovely nipples.” He popped the top. Both subs squirmed subtly. “Aiden, I adore flicking my tongue over the tips and making them hard points. Stephanie, I can’t keep from licking my lips when your breasts are bared for me. When you lay flat on your back with your arms over your head like that, the globes spread out, but the nipples still stand at attention. You want to be suckled, don’t you?”

  She faltered, and then, “Yes, Sir.”

  “I can’t possibly attend to so many tits at once now, can I? Let’s make it easier on me, shall we?” He squeezed the warm substance onto two fingers, silently thanking Molly for providing it. Starting with Stephanie, he spread a generous amount onto both her nipples, pinching them as he released. Her breasts jiggled as she breathed. He did the same to Aiden.

  Dane grabbed a leather flogger from the black bag. They didn’t know the first thing about using it to inflict pain and it was the furthest idea from his mind, but he loved what it represented and how it smelled of leather. He tapped it against his palm. It had many other uses and just presenting it to a submissive caused them to panic. The visual alone was very powerful.