Bound to be Taken (Emergence)

by Jameson, Becca

  Undressed?

  “Steph, you still there?”

  “Yes.” Her voice sounded breathy as she padded down the hall, barefoot, her heels dangling from one finger.

  “Is there a problem? You’re awfully quiet.”

  “No.” Except you keep bossing me around even when there’s no need. I can handle what I wear to sleep.

  “You’re second guessing yourself. I can tell. I’m not asking you to clean the toilet with your toothbrush. Just take off everything except your thong and climb under the covers. Okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.” It seemed necessary to assume the role.

  He hung up. Oh Lord. Had she pissed him off? What was a pissed-off Aiden like? She shivered. She so didn’t want to know.

  Back in the bedroom she found the place totally cleaned up. Of course the men were there most of the morning, but she was still impressed by their tidiness. The bed was made. Not a thing on the floor.

  She headed straight for the bench at the foot of the bed and dropped her shoes and purse on it. Next, she took off her skirt, the sweater and the sexy bra. Her boobs were actually relieved to be let loose of the confines of such a bra. Obviously she’d never worn anything that fit her quite right in the past, because that tiny scrap of fabric somehow managed to keep her breasts high and firm all day long.

  Wearing nothing but the leather thong, she climbed onto the bed and snuggled down under the covers. Even with the stressful evening looming ahead of her, she was so damn tired she fell asleep instantly.

  A warm hand caressed her thigh. She moaned at the contact.

  Warm breath tickled her ear. “Steph…” A whisper, so quiet.

  She opened one eye. Dane. She smiled and turned toward him from her curled position on her side.

  “What time is it?”

  “Five thirty.” He kissed her cheek, pressing a palm into her stomach, rubbing the dip there.

  She’d been asleep only about twenty minutes. She needed more rest.

  But he smelled so good and she automatically got wet and came awake when he rubbed her belly, not touching her breasts or reaching low enough to rub her clit. However, his splayed hand held her on her back, definitively.

  “We just came to check on you. You okay?”

  “Yes.” She glanced around. Where was Aiden?

  “We need to work a few more hours, but we wanted to talk to you before the evening rush really got going at the restaurant.” His lips trailed to her neck and she tipped her head to give him better access. She already wanted him. She squirmed beneath his hand. Please reach lower. Her clit pulsed under the tight swatch of leather.

  A tiny flicking noise and she squinted into a sudden ray of light. Aiden stood next to the bed, his hand on the lamp.

  A second later, he was on her other side. Dane pulled the comforter away from her body. “Spread your legs, babe.”

  Her exposure overwhelmed her. It happened so fast. No time to think. She spread her legs though. Probably not as far as he liked, but she’d been asleep ten seconds ago. It was hard to transition that quickly. Dane climbed between her legs. “You have issues with your legs, don’t you?”

  Her sleepiness vanished in a heartbeat. They had her attention. She stared at him. Issues?

  “It’s so hard for you to learn to keep them open. It’s a challenge for you to keep your knees spread.” His tone was soothing, but the words didn’t match. They were menacing.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “We need you to be more alert, pay attention, concentrate on your tasks. Have we asked too much of you?”

  That question was loaded. “No, Sir.” She shivered. He glanced down her body and back up. Her nudity made her self-conscious.

  “Good. I didn’t think so. You know we have to punish you for several infractions this morning, right?” His gaze penetrated deep. His expression so serious.

  She gulped.

  “This morning we discussed total submission for the day. You’ve been at work most of the day. We’re going to impose some new ideas for the next several hours. A dabble of several aspects of what D/s is like. You’ll be expected to comply.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered breathily. What would be asked of her now? How much could she endure?

  Dane took her wrists in both hands and lifted them over her head. She gripped one palm with the other. “Leave your hands here while we talk to you. I like the way your tits raise on your chest.” He tapped her hands to enforce his words. “We’ll start with punishments. Not that you did anything severe, but rather to give you an idea of what punishments are like. We’re going to be harsh, so you get the full picture.” Dane paused, staring at her as though waiting for her full attention. As if she wasn’t completely mesmerized by his intensity.

  “Now, tell me what you’re being punished for.”

  She swallowed and tried to think. Punished right now? She glanced at Aiden and then back at Dane. “I didn’t spread my legs enough on the vanity this morning.”

  “What else?” Dane fired the question before she could think.

  Fuck. Her nipples pebbled under his gaze as it wandered down and then back up. This morning… “I forgot to lift my skirt at the kitchen stool.”

  He raised an eyebrow.

  “I also didn’t spread my legs that time.” Oh, fuck. She glanced down. Her pussy clenched and the metal balls moved. She had to fight not to moan. She didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing how aroused she was.

  “Look at me.” Dane spoke again.

  She lifted her gaze. Then she turned to Aiden.

  “I’m speaking to you. You’ll look at me,” Dane said.

  She whipped her head back to center. He was so close to her, leaning into her space from between her spread legs.

  “When I’m talking to you directly in conversation, asking you to speak freely, I intend for you to look me in the eye. Don’t worry about anything else.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I know this is hard for you. It’s always difficult to point out our misdemeanors, but when you are disobedient, you will be punished. I’ve made that clear, have I not?”

  “Yes, Sir.” God, her nipples ached. Cool air in the room breezed across her chest.

  “What else?”

  Her body shook. She gulped. She couldn’t think.

  “I’m going to help you this time. Give you some reminders, because I know you weren’t prepared for the inquisition, and I didn’t specifically tell you to keep track, but in the future, you’ll be expected to list all your transgressions at the end of the day. Every single incident of disobedience should be kept in a running list in your head. You will know when you have been defiant. Understood?”

  She nodded and then caught herself. “Yes, Sir.” She gripped one hand with the other. Her exposure was consuming her. She could feel her breasts rising and falling with every inhale. She didn’t take her gaze off Dane. Was Aiden staring at her nipples? That thought made them tighter.

  “Good girl.”

  “Aiden and I will know. We will know more than you realize. Whatever violations occur will be dealt with appropriately. However, if you can’t verbalize them yourself, the punishments will be far more harsh. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was barely a whisper now. A spanking would be much better than this. The disappointment on Dane’s face made her want to vomit. She would do better. She promised herself tomorrow she would do better.

  “You aren’t a bad person, Stephanie. Don’t get me wrong. We are so very proud of you. This is new. You’ll learn fast, I know. To ensure quick compliance, we must not be lax, however. If we give you leeway now, how will we expect you to obey in the future, correct?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She had to force her gaze to remain on his face.

  “Now let me help. Hesitation is a no-no. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Did you hesitate this morning at any point?”

  Probably about a dozen times. “Yes, I did, Si
r.”

  “Will you hesitate tomorrow?”

  “I will try not to, Sir.”

  “What if I were to hesitate when you were about to orgasm? How would that make you feel?”

  “Let down.”

  “How do you think we feel when you hesitate to follow a direct order?”

  “Let down, Sir.”

  “Are we clear on that issue?”

  OhGodohGod. Why did he make so much sense? I should not feel turned on by this. He’s controlling and manipulating me. Am I wrong to find myself craving more?

  “Yes, we are clear, Sir.”

  “Good. And I like how you are repeating back what I say. Tells me you are listening and you understand.

  “Now, let’s move to your tendency to question our judgment. Several times you denied us with a direct no or a shake of your head. Did you not?”

  “I did, Sir. I’m sorry.” This is so…

  “I’m pleased you’re willing to apologize, but that doesn’t change the misbehavior, does it?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Stephanie, when you are in a submissive role, we are the Doms. You will not question our judgment on anything.”

  She swallowed. The fire ball in her stomach built to a new crescendo. She shouldn’t find this so arousing. She should be humiliated. Instead, she was aroused. Why was she letting him treat her this way? And enjoying it? Craving it?

  “So you directly asked us not to put ointment on your pussy, did you not?”

  “I did, Sir,” she muttered. Her gaze lowered.

  “Look at me, Steph,” he demanded.

  She whipped her gaze back up.

  “I’m doing this for your own good. I know you have a lot of thoughts in your mind right now. That’s why we’re having this chat. You’re probably wondering why on earth you would choose to willingly submit to me and to Aiden. That’s a normal response. If you weren’t hesitant and defiant, I would be concerned. It’s perfectly natural and I want you to have doubts right now.

  “Society as a whole doesn’t approve of this sort of arrangement. The social stigma toward Dom/sub relationships has tainted you. Hell, Aiden and I were skeptical too when we first started studying the life. All I can ask is that you try to follow your body’s response instead of what you think society would dictate that you should feel. If you let go of what social norms consider dirty and unacceptable, I think you’ll be able to dig deeper into your own self and find out society is sometimes wrong.

  “Lots of people have a hidden need to either be in control or be controlled. Sometimes that role can be flexible; sometimes it’s not.” He leaned in closer, his breath warming her face. “We’ve watched your every reaction to this arrangement. You are a natural submissive. I’m sure of it in my heart or I wouldn’t be here. We studied this thoroughly and did not enter into the lifestyle lightly without a full understanding of the nuances. Deep down you crave to be controlled with every fiber of your being. You need discipline and training and guidance to be the best you can be, but most of all you need boundaries.

  “If you let us, we’ll be those guides for you. We’ll help you be the best you can be and make your life fuller and richer than you ever imagined.”

  “How do you know for sure?” Her bottom lip trembled. I’m scared. Scared of these feelings. He’s so right. And it’s so wrong. Isn’t it?

  “Good. You’re questioning. That’s good. Because, Stephanie, we’ve been watching several cues—your eyes, your body language, your arousal. All those things tell us how much you crave our dominance. We’ve learned from others in our groups what to look for. You would have run a long time ago if this was too much for you. The fact that you’re still here tells me everything I need to know.”

  Was he right? Was she still here because she wanted them to control her every move?

  “We’ve digressed. Let’s get back to the issue of why you’re being punished.”

  “Yes, Sir.” The knot formed tight and low again. Need building in her belly. She willed it to stop. Now was not the time to be aroused. She had to be somewhat perverted to find this conversation titillating.

  “We were discussing your defiance this morning. You directly asked us not to put ointment on you, did you not?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I know the ointment has warming properties, but it’s also for your own protection, to prevent a rash on your newly shaved pussy.”

  Her mind was foggy with need.

  “You used the word can’t when we went to put the ben wa balls inside you. Did you not?”

  “I did, Sir.”

  “We aren’t going to allow you to use the word can’t.”

  “Okay, Sir.” She dug her nails into the palm of her hand. The pain helped her pay attention to Dane instead of the need in her pussy. She could see Aiden out of the corner of her eye, but he didn’t add anything to the conversation. Dane must have been in charge of tonight’s program.

  “In the future you will avoid negative words. Instead, if you are concerned about our judgment you will do your best to try. I don’t want to hear can’t. Are you with me?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you understand what I’m explaining to you?”

  “I think so, Sir.”

  “Let’s be clear. If you are to enter into a permanent relationship with us as our submissive, we will demand a lot of you while you are learning the life. Are we clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I have a question for you now. Did anyone say anything to you derogatory about your outfit today?”

  “No, Sir. I got several compliments. There were some raised eyebrows, but that was my own fault for not dressing that way in the past.”

  “Did anyone infer you were a slut?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Would you, in hindsight, say that we made a poor clothing selection for you today?”

  “No, Sir. It was lovely and well-received.” It had been perfect, except for the undergarments. Oh, who are you kidding? The shelf bra and thong thing made you squirm the entire day and you loved it.

  “Given this was the first day we asked you to wear clothing of our choice and you had no problems fitting in at work, would you give us the benefit of the doubt and trust our judgment where it concerns your wardrobe until proven otherwise?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Somehow he’d twisted things again and made an argument for his case that caused it to seem perfectly reasonable that he and Aiden should have full power to choose her clothing.

  “You will wear what we ask without question or hesitation. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.” At the moment that included almost nothing. Her chest heaved as she reminded herself of her naked breasts. Dane was fully dressed in his starched, white shirt and black slacks. Aiden had on a full suit. She was wearing only the offensive leather thong. And she actually believed she deserved the scrutiny for her actions this morning.

  “Are we asking too much of you too soon, Stephanie?”

  She licked her lips. “It’s a little overwhelming, to be honest, Sir.”

  “Good. Honesty will get you the best results. Do you have specific concerns you’d like to address?”

  “Not off the top of my head, Sir.” There are too many to list.

  “Aiden and I discussed this at length. We decided before we picked you up yesterday to take this particular course of action. We did so for your benefit, not ours.” He paused, staring at her.

  How is this for my benefit? “What course of action are you referring to, Sir?”

  “The decision to go all in and create a complete picture of what a submissive life under our control would be like. We didn’t come to this decision lightly. It was a very tough negotiation on our part. We spent several hours hashing out the details of how we wanted to handle this before you arrived.”

  “I didn’t realize that, Sir.”

  He smiled, the first time he’d broken from the serious look since he had climbed between her legs. “Of
course you didn’t. You weren’t expected to. In any case, the reason we chose this path was because we knew we were both head over heels for you. Almost from the moment we met you, we knew you were the perfect complement to us. We took advantage of the fact that you seemed to be desperate for a date Saturday night, desperate enough that we could push you pretty hard and not cause you to break our agreement.” He gave a sheepish tilt of the head. “Sorry. It’s the truth.”

  She nodded. Her head was spinning. “Go on, Sir.”

  “Anyway, we thought the best plan was to jump in full force so you would be completely informed about this lifestyle. We already knew we wanted to ask you to consider staying with us. We intended to present that option to you after your company party Saturday night. Over the last twenty-four hours several things changed, however.”

  “What changed?” she asked.

  He raised a brow.

  “Sir. Sorry, Sir. What changed, Sir?” she sputtered. God, she was struggling.

  “First of all, we had always envisioned the lifestyle as similar to the way Aiden and I have been practicing it for months now. Picking and choosing when we were in the role and when we were just regular guys. You know the two of us have been switches—couples who take turns being the Dom and the sub.

  “Our lives weren’t complete without a woman because we aren’t gay. We would eventually cheat on each other if we didn’t have a woman in our mix. We are bisexual through and through. As soon as we met you, we had a suspicion you were submissive.” He gave a wry smile.

  “Really, Sir?”

  “Yep. You had that something about you that made us believe you might be open to the lifestyle. Still, we didn’t realize there was a possibility of taking things beyond the occasional role playing. In fact, if it weren’t for the need to bring you up to speed quickly for Friday’s party, we most likely wouldn’t have so rapidly determined what a natural you are.

  “So while I’m baring my soul, so to speak, Aiden and I met with our sponsor a few times this week—”

  “Sponsor?” she interrupted and gasped, but he didn’t call her on it.

  “A seasoned veteran of the lifestyle who acts as a guide, a mentor, an advisor to anyone who wants to be matched up with them. They help those new to the life to make good choices. We’ve been with our sponsor for months. She’s fantastic.”