Bound to be Taken (Emergence)

by Jameson, Becca

  Maybe he’s talking about Lori, the woman they mentioned as I was leaving for work.

  Apparently he didn’t see her flinch, or he ignored it, because he continued. “So we met with Lori and explained this situation to the best of our abilities, without her being able to meet you, and she advised us how to proceed.”

  Stephanie relaxed her body a bit, relieved to find that the Lori they’d mentioned earlier was their sponsor. Unless…

  Dane hesitated. “Don’t look at me like that. A sponsor for BDSM is the same as a sponsor for AA. There is no fraternization allowed. No, we haven’t had any relationships with our sponsor.” He smirked. “Anyway, after numerous discussions between ourselves and with our sponsor, we realized this relationship with you was leading in a different direction than expected or even intended.”

  She waited.

  Dane swallowed. “We believe you are more of a full-time sub than a part-time role player.”

  Full-time? Wasn’t that what they’d been doing? The idea didn’t sink in.

  Dane took a deep breath. “Steph, a full-time submissive doesn’t break from the role, or rarely.”

  She tried to wrap her mind around that.

  “Don’t get me wrong. This isn’t what we originally planned, like I said. It’s something that became obvious about you, not us. We’ve been struggling to decide if having a full-time sub is even something we’re interested in.”

  Why me? What the hell was it about her that made her seem to be a total submissive? Shock. Fear. Even anger.

  “God, Steph, relax. Listen to me.” Aiden leaned over her so he was hovering close to her face. Forcing her to look at him. He set one large palm over her gripped wrists and held them. “Think about what Dane is saying. We don’t take this lightly. It would be a huge commitment on our part to train you as a full-time submissive. We’re contemplating the idea very seriously ourselves.”

  She cringed. His words elicited so many feelings in her. It made her nearly tear up to think they weren’t sure about her. She’d been thinking for two days about whether or not she could stay with them, and they weren’t even sure they wanted her. She swallowed a lump in her throat. She’d been bad this morning. She’d made them upset. Fuck. If she could be the perfect sub for the rest of the night at the party, would they forgive her disobedience and want her to stay?

  Her eyes burned from keeping Aiden’s gaze and not letting them tear. She tried hard not to blink.

  “Baby, you’re white. Please don’t worry so hard about this right now. We don’t have to decide anything this second. We can take all the time in the world to explore our options, if we all agree to it.” Aiden leaned back a fraction.

  She licked her lips with a dry tongue. “I’ve never considered myself to be so weak.” Her voice squeaked. “I’m a professional. College educated. More of a leader than a follower.” She couldn’t be a full-time submissive. It didn’t fit her personality at all. Was she wrong about herself?

  Dane rubbed her thigh, his hand gripping her, his thumb pressing into the sensitive flesh at the juncture of her crotch. “You have so much to learn about being submissive, babe. And you can do so if you choose. But let me just say one important thing right now. A true submissive, someone who can live the lifestyle almost exclusively, must be an extremely strong individual. A weak, passive woman can’t pull it off, and most Doms wouldn’t care for that sort of individual. It takes incredible inner strength, intelligence and self-confidence to turn over control of yourself to someone else.”

  That doesn’t even make sense. She furrowed her brow unintentionally.

  “I know it’s a lot to think about,” Aiden continued. “And it will take a lot of research, studying and education—on both sides—to ensure none of us is making a mistake. We would never enter into an arrangement with you lightly.” Aiden brushed her hair from her brow and kissed her on the forehead so delicately.

  “Listen,” Dane began again, his fingers still gripping her leg, “we can discuss all this more later. What Aiden and I propose for tonight is that you keep the role from now until we say otherwise after we go to the club, like we discussed this morning. Is that still okay?”

  What am I agreeing to? It’s just the one night, Steph. You’ve already agreed to this and you’ve been practically their full-time sub since yesterday afternoon.

  And she still needed one of them for tomorrow night. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good.” Dane released her leg. “We’re going to ask your complete submission for the next eight to ten hours. We want you to continue to experience the lifestyle to its fullest. Get the best picture of what it means to be a full-time sub.”

  “Okay, Sir.”

  “Now, what we really came by the apartment for was to punish you for everything we just discussed about this morning.” Dane reached behind him and dragged a few things she couldn’t see closer. “As a sub, you would be punished every evening for any disobedience during that day. Naturally, we’re exaggerating a bit on what offenses you might have committed today. But for the sake of the experience, we’re going to be harsh. Since we won’t be home later, we’ll punish you now and get it out of the way before the party.”

  Get it out of the way? Her thighs shook.

  Aiden tugged her hands apart and pulled her arms straighter until she touched the rungs of the headboard. “Grab the slats, Steph. Hold one with each hand.”

  Didn’t they need to go back to work? What was this punishment going to entail?

  A ripping noise she distinctly remembered from last night made her glance down at Dane. Oh God no.

  He held the spreader bar, and he proceeded to attach it to her thighs as he had yesterday, just above her knees. “Since you have so much difficulty keeping your legs spread for us, you will become very intimately acquainted with the spreader. As we explained last night, it holds you open, but it also limits most movement on your part so you must spend the time while wearing it contemplating your disobedience. We will always strive to make the punishments fit the misbehavior whenever possible. Sometimes that just won’t be reasonable, but in this case it’s perfect.”

  Her thighs were stretched so wide. Had they been this wide last night also? She squirmed.

  Aiden rubbed her forehead with one finger. “We opened the bar a little farther this time. And we won’t hesitate to do so again if you don’t learn this simple task quickly.”

  His fingers were so gentle against her skin, soothing her while he spoke of her total humiliation as though speaking of the weather. When he reached for her chin and held it, she panicked. “Eyes on me. Dane’s going to pull the ben wa balls out. Concentrate. You aren’t allowed to come.”

  Her pussy tightened around the balls. She couldn’t stop herself. Dane held the leather thong to the side and pulled the string so slowly she moaned. She pursed her lips, but the moan escaped anyway.

  And damn him, Aiden just held her gaze and stroked her face.

  Finally the second ball popped out of her and she panted, gritting her teeth to keep from coming.

  “Good job. We’re proud of you.” Aiden patted her head and sat back.

  Thank God they had removed those fucking balls. She didn’t think she could have lain there very long, held open with those balls inside her. The constant reminder would have sent her over the edge soon. She’d been so stimulated all day she was frazzled from need.

  Dane rustled around. “Gonna ask you a hard question, Steph. I expect an honest answer. Think hard before you respond.”

  She lowered her gaze to Dane.

  “Did you make it through the day without masturbating?” He paused. “We expect you to be always truthful with us, even when you know the truth might cause you to be punished further. The guilt will be worse. And if we ever catch you lying for any reason, the punishment will be severe.”

  “No, Sir. But I didn’t come.”

  Aiden set a hand under her breast and stroked the underside. “Tell us what happened.”

  “When
I went to use the restroom, I pushed the…ball things back in deeper. It was more overwhelming than I expected, but I stopped myself from…coming.”

  “Good job,” Dane said. “And we’re proud of you for telling us. Do you think you did anything wrong?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. Her cheeks burned. “I shouldn’t have even considered getting myself off. You specifically told me not to.”

  “Correct. Do you believe the activity deserves disciplinary action?” Dane waited for her to respond.

  “Yes, Sir. I let my mind wander from the instructions I was given.”

  “I’m going to go easy on you and let it slide this time, since it was your first offense, you told us when we inquired, and I believe you have learned a lesson from our chat.” Dane stared at her hard.

  “Thank you, Sir.” Her teeth chattered. How long would she have to wear the bar? Didn’t they need to go back to the restaurant?

  “Don’t thank me yet. You had numerous issues this morning before you left the apartment. We’ve gone over them. You won’t find the punishment very appealing.”

  There’s more?

  A tearing noise made her glance lower. Dane was opening a package between her legs. What he removed and held up sucked the breath from her lungs. Her stomach flipped over.

  “This is a training dildo.”

  She could see it was a dildo. What the fuck made it different from a regular one, besides the ridiculous size? There was no way he could put that inside her.

  Dane flipped it around for her to see every angle. “It’s shorter than a regular dildo so that it will fit entirely inside you. And it’s on a timer with settings.”

  A timer? Whatthefuck?

  She shook her head. Aiden reached with both hands and held her steady at her ears. “You don’t want to argue with us about this right now, Steph. Trust me. Punishments are just that—punishments. They aren’t meant to be enjoyed. We intend for them to be uncomfortable and difficult to endure. Otherwise you won’t learn.”

  Dane held the tight crotch of her thong to one side and flicked a finger around her entrance. “So wet for us, babe. Always so wet. Your thong is soaked. Were you this soaked all day?”

  She didn’t answer. Her focus was on the wide plastic cock in Dane’s hand as he approached her pussy with it. She tried to pull back, to no avail.

  Aiden still held her head. “Stay still. Don’t fight it. Relax and let it slide inside you. Fighting it will make it much harder for you to resist an orgasm.”

  Dane pushed the dildo in a fraction and then back out. He swirled it around her pussy and then let it slide back in again. “Breathe through it. Let it in. It’s not that wide. Your pussy can take a lot more than this, trust me.”

  She tried. God how she tried. She squeezed her eyes shut to search for something distasteful in her head to ponder.

  “Uh uh, Steph. Look at me.” Aiden demanded her attention.

  Dane pumped the blasted dildo two more times and then slid it home while she held her breath. She screamed. Her eyes drifted shut, her mouth hung open, her head tipped back.

  “It’s okay. Fight it. Fight the urge to come,” Aiden soothed.

  Fuck you. The entrance to her pussy closed around the dildo it was so deep.

  Dane released the thong and settled it firmly over her vagina. “There. It’s on a very low infrequent vibrate. You won’t be able to handle more than that this first time. Later you’ll build up a tolerance and be able to take more vibrations, longer and harder. We’re going easy on you this time.” He tapped the triangle at her pussy, driving the dildo deeper.

  “Uhnn.” The nonsensical noise that left her lips was unrecognizable.

  More ripping. No. No. No.

  No one moved. After a few moments she let her head fall back level and peered at Dane. He was waiting on her. He held up something purple. “It’s called a butterfly. There are many types. This one is very simple. You can work up to others.”

  Dane flipped it around. He brought it to her face. He ran it over her lips. “Lick it, babe. Taste it.”

  She tentatively stuck out her tongue at his demand. It was rubber, flexible.

  Aiden held her chin. “As we’ve mentioned before we’ll usually ask you to take your toys into your mouth first before we use them. Sometimes we’ll need you to lubricate them. Other times we’ll just want you to familiarize yourself with the textures and feel of them.”

  She licked it again because it clearly pleased both men.

  Dane smiled. “Good girl.” He pulled it away. “This one’s not electric. There’s no way you could tolerate anything vibrating on your clit this evening.”

  My clit? Fuck fuck fuck. I can’t tolerate anything period on my clit. Not without coming.

  “This one is a special silicone. It will adhere to your skin with a bit of moisture and fit snug against your clit.” Dane pulled the small upper triangle away from her poor clit.

  Her eyes widened. She breathed deeply. How could it be much different from the pressure of the triangle of leather if it wasn’t even electric?

  Dane pulled the hood away from her clit. “So pink and pretty. I’ll never get enough of staring at your clit, babe. The special thing about this butterfly is that it seals right against the sensitive clit and doesn’t let the hood retract. It will feel slightly cool at first against the tender flesh. Putting it in place now.”

  She braced herself as best she could, but when Dane pulled the leather triangle over the damn rubber thingy, it adhered so tightly to her clit, she almost came on the spot.

  She thrust her head forward and moaned. Her teeth gritted. Her mind exploding with the effort not to come. She felt like a woman in the final stages of labor with her legs spread obscenely and her head thrust forward, sweat running down her brow, an inhuman noise of agony coming from her mouth.

  “Breathe through it. Breathe, Stephanie.” Aiden stroked her breast. That didn’t help.

  She gripped the rungs of the headboard with all her might. If she didn’t hold on tight, she’d let go and her hands would fling of their own accord to her needy clit and pussy. It was too much. She couldn’t hold on for long. How long would they leave her like this?

  When she had a minute level of control she looked up at them. “How…long?” she panted. “Can’t…”

  “You can,” Dane said. “You need to learn to control your orgasms. We told you last night, orgasm control is going to be your main task. And intense orgasm control will be a daily punishment and a reminder to you the next morning to stay on task.”

  Aiden grazed her thigh, making matters worse. “This is so mild, Stephanie. It will get much worse in the future.”

  She continued to pant. How long? How long, how long, how long? One more minute? Two? If she held still and stopped fighting it, maybe they would take pity on her and end the punishment sooner.

  “We have to go back to the restaurant now.” Aiden stood. He straightened his shirt front, smoothing his hands down his broad chest.

  She panted.

  Dane stood also, adjusting his cock. She could see the bulge behind his black pants.

  “Am I done?” she asked. Please.

  Dane chuckled. “No, babe. You have to hold this position until we return. It’s a punishment. You’ll stay still for two hours like this. If you keep from squirming so much, it will be less difficult to endure. You need to spend the time thinking about your transgressions and how to do better in the future.”

  I can’t. What would they do to her if they knew she was thinking those words?

  Aiden leaned down and kissed her cheek. “You can do it. You’re so strong. Show us how strong you can be.” He stood and a small scraping noise made her flinch. “Relax. It’s just tape.” He held the masking tape up to her line of vision and then leaned over her head and wrapped a piece around her hand and the rung of the bed. He did the same to the other hand.

  How was a piece of tape going to hold her?

  He chuckled. “I see your con
fusion. The tape isn’t meant to keep you from breaking loose. It’s meant to keep you honest. If you move either hand, you won’t be able to hide the misdemeanor from us. There will be no way to put the tape back.”

  Oh. My. God. That was worse than just chaining her to the bed.

  “We’re going to leave you here like this, babe. We don’t want you to be unsafe. In the event there is an emergency, you need to be able to escape.” Dane tapped her foot and backed up.

  Oh.

  Dane paused in his retreat. “Two hours. That’s the usual length you will be punished unless you prove it unnecessary. One of us will be back to release you at that time. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” The pressure was intense. She wouldn’t make it two minutes, let alone two hours without coming. Would they know? She shivered. Somehow they would know if she came. She was sure of it.

  Aiden added, “Do. Not. Come.” He raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips and both men left the room.

  She held her breath.

  The front door closed with a snick that sounded much louder than it should have from so far away.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Stephanie stared at the ceiling. She concentrated on breathing for several minutes. It helped take her mind off the intense, deep pressure inside her pussy and the seal of rubber around her exposed clit.

  Hold still. Don’t move.

  Her fingers hurt from holding the rungs. She relaxed her grip.

  Minutes more slipped by, or seconds. She couldn’t see the clock. She had no idea how much time elapsed.

  She moaned. “Ohhh. Oh God. I’m not going to be able to do this.”

  She tried to relax her lower body, letting her legs go limp, her knees almost touching the mattress. She was chilly. They hadn’t covered her, of course. The coolness brought goose bumps to her skin, pebbling her nipples.

  She tipped her head to look at herself. Her breasts were so high on her chest and her nipples reached upward, pleading for contact. What she wouldn’t give to be able to rub the tips, squeeze and pinch them. She could easily come right now if she could just massage her nipples.