Bound to be Taken (Emergence)

by Jameson, Becca

  Aiden needed entrance fast and he hoped Dane could take him without much preparation. His patience was spent.

  A quick swipe of lube and he nudged Dane’s legs apart. He climbed between them and jammed a slick finger into Dane’s ass. No warning.

  Dane grunted and pushed back. “More,” he muttered. “Fuck me. Now.”

  Aiden glanced at Stephanie as she sat up next to them. She was so fucking gorgeous naked and sated. She still shivered, but he doubted it was from cold anymore.

  “Take him, Aiden. I want to watch.” Her words gave him pause, but then he smiled and chuckled.

  He pushed two fingers into Dane while he looked at her. “Sweetie, that’s called topping from the bottom. It’s a bit unconventional seeing as you aren’t even the one having sex right now, but still…”

  “Topping from the bottom?” She narrowed her quizzical gaze.

  Dane grunted and bucked into Aiden’s fingers.

  “When the sub seems to assume control. You don’t really have any but it makes you feel powerful at the moment.” Aiden took his gaze off her dazed expression and looked back at Dane’s fine ass. “You ready for me, Dane?”

  “Always.”

  Aiden released his fingers from Dane’s ass with a pop and smeared a good-sized glob of lube on his cock. He stroked the length several times and let his eyes close partway. So good. Even his own hand felt good after all he’d seen tonight. As he stroked himself to complete stiffness, he thought about Stephanie’s hot writhing body beneath his hands.

  “Now, Aiden. Take me, man.”

  Aiden paused midstroke. He opened his eyes. “Oh, so now you’re both topping? How did this happen?” He chuckled, but he stuffed his hardened cock into Dane’s ass while he grunted.

  When he was fully seated, he stopped. He stroked Dane’s back with his hands, his nails almost scoring the man because he knew how much Dane enjoyed the pressure. When he couldn’t stand it another second, he gripped Dane’s hips and pumped. “Not going to last, man.” His words came out on another grunt.

  Stephanie angled closer until she was touching both of them with her leg and her arm. While Aiden slammed forward, she reached beneath Dane’s body and took his cock in her hand.

  She glanced up at Aiden. “May I?”

  “Please,” Aiden muttered.

  He nearly left his body as he fucked Dane with everything he had. Hell, Dane had come twice already—three times if you counted the fitting room earlier. Aiden was due for a good hard fuck.

  And he knew Dane loved having him in his ass as much as Aiden loved being there. So tight.

  Dane groaned. Stephanie pumped harder. Aiden watched her hand moving from the side.

  It turned him on that she not only wasn’t repulsed by their bisexuality, but she had joined in. That was an excellent sign.

  Oh God. He was done for. Closing his eyes, he held Dane firmly with his hands and pumped his come into Dane’s fine rear, filling the man with his seed, marking him. Again and again. It never got old. He continued slow thrusts in and out even after he was spent.

  God, he loved Dane. Did he have room to add Stephanie to that love triangle? Could he love her as much as Dane so that their world would always be fair and complete? Fuck yes.

  The answer flooded him with emotion, and he leaned over to kiss Stephanie on the lips and then Dane on the back. He needed them both. Please, God, do not let this woman walk away after Saturday. I don’t think I can take it. But did she need more than either man was capable of giving her?

  They all three collapsed in a heap, limbs all over the place tangled together.

  “I didn’t finish,” Stephanie murmured. “Dane didn’t come yet.”

  “Oh, babe,” Dane said, “I came so many times tonight I couldn’t, but your hand felt fucking fantastic working me while Aiden worked my ass. Trust me.”

  Aiden closed his eyes. “So tired…” He shifted a bit when Dane stood and glanced at him. Aiden watched Dane hobble toward the adjoining bath as though he were injured.

  Dane returned a minute later with two washcloths. He handed one to Aiden and spread Stephanie’s legs apart to wipe her sensitive skin. She flinched. “Sorry, babe. I know you’re sore. I just want you to be comfortable.” Dane tossed the cloth aside, dimmed the lights and lay down next to her opposite Aiden.

  Aiden stroked her skin, up and down her stomach as she lay on her back, but not touching her anywhere sexual. She needed sleep. He sat for a second, tugged the comforter from the end of the bed and covered all three of them with it.

  Just as he was drifting off, Stephanie moaned. “Hey,” she mumbled into his arm, “nobody has had sex with me.”

  Aiden chuckled, his chest vibrating and shaking her dainty body. “Nope. You’re the sub.”

  “The sub doesn’t get to have sex?” She opened one eye and glared at him suspiciously. “Ever?”

  Now Aiden laughed. “That isn’t what I said. What I meant was, the sub doesn’t get to pick when or where. We do.”

  “Ugh. You’re going to kill me.” She struggled to free herself from their clutches and flipped onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow with a huff.

  “Oh, honey. We are most assuredly not going to kill you. That would be a serious letdown. But we are going to drive you crazy with need. We have to save something to lure you into our web and give you good reason to decide to stay. If we give you the milk now, why would you bother with the cow?”

  She giggled. “That sounds absurd. You butchered it.”

  “Really?” he teased. God, he loved her.

  “You have it backwards anyway. Twisted and backwards.”

  “How’s that, hon? Are you calling me twisted and backwards?” Aiden stroked her back, her ass, her thighs, his hand bumping into Dane’s. He glanced at Dane and saw the wry smile on his lips.

  “Don’t fuck with my mind. I’m too tired. But the woman is the cow. Not the man. You can’t turn that table around. It doesn’t even make sense. Only women can be milked. If she’s giving you her tit for free, why marry her?”

  “Huh. I thought you milked me pretty damn well earlier. And furthermore, I’m not the one who needs convincing, so I’d say I’m the cow. Who’s asking who to marry whom now, sweetheart?”

  She gasped.

  “Go to sleep, Steph. You’re thinking too hard.” Aiden kissed her shoulder and relaxed into the pillow. His world was almost perfect. Now all he needed to do was help her straighten out her puns and all would be right.

  “Between all the who, who’s and whoms you just rattled off, I have no idea what you even asked,” she hedged.

  “Oh, I think you do. Go to sleep,” he commanded.

  Chapter Fifteen

  A high-pitched beeping yanked Stephanie from a deep sleep. She sat bolt upright. Fear leeched into her for a brief moment at the realization she was naked and surrounded by heat. In the dim light, she remembered. Holy shit. She’d slept with Aiden and Dane.

  One long arm reached out to the bedside table and slapped the box making the excruciating noise. A long tanned arm. Dane. “What time is it?” he mumbled into the pillow. Only his arm had moved so far. Not one other muscle.

  Stephanie glanced at the clock. Six fifteen. Who’d set the alarm?

  Aiden chuckled, his early-morning voice low and gravelly. “Don’t mind Dane. He’s not a morning person,” he muttered against her hip where he’d leaned in to nibble her bare skin. “We don’t get up this early in our line of work. But I had the forethought to set the alarm in the middle of the night when I woke up. Figured you had to be somewhere and you usually do it early.”

  Her chest swelled as she stared down at the ruffled blond head licking her thigh now. She jerked it back. “Stop that. I can’t think when you…” Who am I kidding? I can’t think ever when I’m with you.

  Aiden chuckled again and slapped her thigh. “Get in the shower. I’ll make coffee.” He pulled himself to standing and glanced back at her with one eyebrow raised. “You better
move, girl. If I have to get up this early so you can get to work on time, I’ll tan your hide if you go back to sleep.”

  She gasped as he turned and headed for the kitchen, naked, his bare ass delectably firm and tight as he left the room. He’s kidding, she told herself. But she did have to get moving. She needed to be in the office early to get everything done before the weekend. And after taking nearly half the day off yesterday, she was going to be behind before she even walked through the front door.

  Stephanie padded to the bathroom. She’d been in it once before, the first day she met them. The day this whole crazy charade began. She stared at the tub where she’d let her legs cool in the water, the bench she’d sat on while Dane had spread the soothing ointment into her hot skin…where he’d first let his hand trail up her thigh and she’d felt the first twinges of need for the two men she’d just spent the night with.

  Had that been just three days ago? Tuesday? Seemed like a hundred years.

  Shaking herself from her musings, she used the toilet and then flipped on the shower and stepped into the tepid water. It would warm, but she didn’t mind the jolt of coolness first. She needed to wake up and rinse away the pensiveness.

  She had work to do before tonight. A shiver shook her body as she considered briefly what tonight would hold. She knew the ropes now. She even knew the attire. But was she really prepared for the game?

  She grabbed the body soap both men must share from the rack next to her. She inhaled the heady scent that she recognized from nuzzling their skin. It made her grin to think she was going to spread the gel on her own body and carry a bit of them, a reminder, throughout the day.

  The smell of coffee wafted over the shower door and she glanced through the foggy glass to just make out Aiden leaning against the counter. “You gonna stay in there all day?” he teased.

  She wished. It was peaceful in there. A sort of metaphorical shield of water protecting her from the outside, the unknown. If she could just stay behind the veil of the waterfall, she could pretend she didn’t have to pull her big-girl panties on and head for the office as though today were like any other day. She wouldn’t have to face the challenges tonight would throw at her that had her stomach knotting with a renewed sense of desire.

  Because today was not like any other day. As much as she repeated the mantra in her head, she was not going to feel the same in the office as she had for the last three years of working there. She’d changed between two o’clock yesterday afternoon and this morning. For better or for worse, she was a different woman.

  Would people be able to tell by looking at her? Hell, would she ever recover from this experience? Water sluiced down her head, her face, her chest. She gripped the cool tile wall with her palms, trying to calm her nerves. She wanted these men to own her. She loved the way it made her feel. They’d said they wanted her to stay, but she worried about how very deep she was sinking into this life. Would she lose herself?

  She shivered when she considered all that had transpired last night. She’d accepted wholeheartedly that she was submissive and wanted to stay with Aiden and Dane. But now in the light of day she worried anyone under that level of pressure would have cracked. After all, they’d been torturing her with orgasm denial forever at the time. That alone could have clouded her perception. It had been as though she’d left her own body and floated around the room while having all those revelations about herself. Maybe none of it was real now that she wasn’t tied to the bed with a spreader bar holding her open and a vibrator pressing against her clit.

  She definitely needed to consider all the ramifications of accepting their proposal. This was not a decision to be taken lightly. No matter how firmly she’d felt committed at the height of climax last night, today she needed to step back and reevaluate.

  With a sigh, she shut off the water and opened the glass door. Aiden took her hand. He noticeably did not hand her the towel in his other hand. Instead he led her to the bath rug just a few steps away and proceeded to dry her himself without a word.

  She felt cherished, coddled…loved. He treated her like a treasured possession he wanted to take care of.

  When he finished with her skin, he moved to her hair. He wrung the long locks out with his hands and patted them over and over again with the towel until he was satisfied with his work.

  He tapped her ass. “Come on, Steph.” He nodded to the bench by the vanity. She guessed his intent and sat facing the mirror.

  Aiden handed her the coffee. Ahhh, the smell filled her nose. The first sip woke her a bit, dragged her from her sleepiness. Another sip and she almost had her eyes open all the way. “Delicious. Thank you.”

  He smirked. “If that’s all it takes to make you smile like that…” His voice trailed as he grabbed a comb from the vanity and began to work through her tangled wet curls. “How do you feel about being submissive while I get you ready for work?”

  Stephanie lifted her gaze to Aiden. Her pussy clenched. How did he always manage to do this to her? “I guess it’s okay…Sir.” I mean hell, isn’t that what I was doing already?

  Aiden smiled and leaned down to kiss her nose. “I just want you to have the full experience. We’re convinced you’re a natural submissive. It’s hard to deny. Under normal circumstances we wouldn’t totally control you quite like this, but if you give us a chance to rule your every move today, I’m betting you will love it. It would give you a total picture of so many aspects of submission all at once.”

  And what the hell was yesterday? “There’s more?”

  “Oh yes. A lot more. Far more than we could begin to touch on today. But we could at least try to hit the tip of the iceberg so you can experience as much as possible.” He resumed combing through her hair.

  She tipped her head down as he worked through the tangles on the back of her neck. What did she have to lose? It unnerved her to ponder just how accurate Aiden’s words were. She needed this like a drug. No way would she turn down the opportunity to learn as much as she could about the lifestyle in the next twenty-four hours. She’d never forgive herself if she did anything less. “I’ll do it,” she muttered into her lap.

  Aiden pulled her head back, tipping her face up toward his by tugging her hair. “What? I didn’t hear you well.”

  “I’ll submit to you, Sir. Please, show me what else there is.”

  The grin that spread across his face made her heart beat rapidly.

  “Drink your coffee.” He sobered and nodded at the cup in her hands.

  She watched him work, sipping the coffee and feeling like a princess. He never pulled. Not one time did she feel pain. His fingers worked through her tresses as though he were a professional. When he was satisfied, he grabbed the hair dryer and flipped it on. The loud noise jerked her more alert and she sat up straight. In no time, her long curls hung around her head to perfection, thanks to the awesome cut and style from yesterday.

  Wow. She barely recognized herself. In the mirror she spotted Dane leaning against the doorjamb. “You two sure make a lot of racket,” he teased.

  “Some of us have to work in the morning,” she tossed over her shoulder.

  Aiden disappeared for a brief moment while she returned to her reflection. Her cheeks were rosy and alive. From the pampering? Arousal had made its presence known also, with a slow build from the second Aiden had walked into the room until this moment with Dane standing in the doorway, his gaze narrowed on her body.

  She’d never in her life been this exposed. She felt raw, as though her skin had been scrubbed with a brush in the shower instead of the simple washcloth by her own hand.

  Her chest and arms and neck were pinkening in front of her.

  A noise jerked her from the vision of herself. Aiden stood beside her again. He tapped her shoulder. He did that a lot. Tap. It was his subtle way to get her attention and make her jump to his bidding without words. It was effective. She always knew what he wanted even before he spoke.

  She stood and moved toward him as he step
ped back. “Lift your arms a bit, Steph.”

  She did as he bade and he covered her breasts with the silky pink bra he held, pulling the straps up her arms and stepping around her to clasp the rear hook. She glanced down. Covered might have been a loose term. Her nipples pebbled under the shear lace, clearly visible. The bottom half of the bra was indeed a supportive shelf, but the top half that began just under her nipples was shear to the point of nonexistent.

  She couldn’t wear this to work. She shivered. The abrasive lace against her nipples would drive her crazy all day.

  “You look great, Steph,” Dane said as he approached. He must have sensed her apprehension.

  Aiden turned her chin to face him. She was painfully aware of her very naked pussy still under the perusal of Dane’s gaze. But she held her head high and looked Aiden in the eye.

  “There will be a morning routine, if you stay. I’m not going to go through all of it now, just a taste so you have the idea.” He raised his brows, his expression serious.

  “Yes, Sir.” It seemed he was waiting on her acquiescence. She consented without hesitation. Her skin vibrated, humming with need at his pointed gaze.

  “Good girl.” Taking her wrist, he led her to the wide vanity.

  She nearly gasped when he lifted her up onto it.

  Embarrassment flooded her, making her shiver.

  “Relax,” Dane cooed.

  She bit her lip. The shaking intensified under Dane’s penetrating gaze. His hand trailed over her arm back and forth. Soothing.

  Aiden trailed a finger over her other arm and then stroked her lower, reached her rigid center and poked one finger inside her. “Ahh, baby.” He tipped his head back and moaned as she stiffened around his intrusion, pulling her thighs instinctively together toward his invading hand.

  He ignored her and turned to Dane. “She’s so fucking wet, D. So goddamn tight and hot.”

  Dane grasped her knees and pressed them open, his gaze meeting hers, an eyebrow raised in admonishment. “She’s going to have a very long, hard road ahead of her if she doesn’t learn to keep her legs open to us.” He spoke to Aiden as though she weren’t there, his gaze never leaving hers. He penetrated her soul without addressing her directly.