Bound to be Taken (Emergence)

by Jameson, Becca

“It’s interesting, Sir.”

  He chuckled. He surprised her by taking her face in his hand and kissing her.

  She melted into the contact. Neither of them had kissed her for a while. She could taste him as he entered her with his tongue.

  Just as quickly his lips were gone and Aiden took a turn, pulling her face toward his side of the table. Her head swam with lust. The way Aiden gripped her thigh just inches from her pussy made her concentration disappear. All she knew were his lips and the feel of his hand too close and yet too far from her core.

  When he pulled away, her lips were swollen and her mouth wet from his tongue. He nipped her nose and looked away.

  A waitress dressed as provocatively as the patrons, in a dress similar to the one Stephanie wore, set a bowl of mixed nuts and three waters on the table and asked Aiden and Dane if they wanted anything.

  Stephanie lowered her gaze, certain she was not intended to make eye contact with the woman. In fact the waitress didn’t address her at all. Not shocking.

  Both men ordered a soda and when the woman sauntered off, Dane pushed a glass of water toward Stephanie. “Drink this, babe.”

  She wasn’t thirsty, but she took a sip anyway.

  “All of it,” Aiden said.

  All of it? Why? Because they said so, that’s why. Don’t question. Just act. They’d made that clear. She tipped the glass back and drank the water. It was too much. Way too much. But no one asked her opinion.

  Dane pushed the nuts in front of Stephanie. She felt full from so much water so fast, her dress tight, but she hadn’t eaten much since earlier in the afternoon. The nuts looked fantastic.

  “Go ahead. I know you must be hungry.” Dane grabbed a peanut and popped it in his mouth.

  She reached for a few, watching her fingers shake. They tasted great, and she wished she hadn’t finished off the entire glass of water already. She needed it now. After the first bite, the salt made her mouth dry. Dane casually reached into the bowl, picked up a few more and held them to her lips. She accepted.

  Did they plan to make her more thirsty?

  She glanced around the room again. The man named Steve sat on a bench with his sub, Sheila, straddling his lap. The scene was so provocative, she couldn’t take her eyes off it. It felt as if she’d stepped into a porn movie set.

  “That’s enough looking around, babe,” Dane said as he stuck another few nuts in her mouth. “Lower your gaze now.”

  She did as she was told, squirming in the seat. She was becoming a complete nympho. Wetness from her pussy dripped between her legs.

  Aiden released her thigh momentarily as though sensing her predicament and swiped a finger through her folds and across her clit.

  She moaned. And that probably was fine, but when her hand grabbed his to still him from torturing her, he stopped and froze.

  “Sorry, Sir. Instinct.” She released her grip on his forearm, her face flaming with the knowledge she had committed a serious offense.

  Aiden didn’t comment. He didn’t have to. His silence made her stomach clench with the knowledge she had disappointed him.

  He pinched her clit and held it between two fingers and then released her. He lifted his hand above the table and sucked her juices from his fingers.

  She nearly came. Squeezing her pussy didn’t help.

  Dane left the table without a word, leaving Stephanie in Aiden’s care. Aiden stood and took her hand. He led her to the corner of the room and pressed her into the wall. “Put your nose in the corner and don’t move. Hands behind your back. Legs spread.”

  She complied. Oh my God. He’s putting me in a time out right here in front of everyone. Fuck.

  Her pussy clenched again. She needed to be fucked so bad she couldn’t come up with a coherent thought. She pressed her nose to the corner as instructed, her toes touching the two walls where they came together. It wasn’t easy. Her body shook as though chilled. Hell, she was cold. The room was frigid. Her nipples pressed into the two walls. The damn leash hung between her breasts, dangling in front of her, a reminder she was not her own person tonight.

  She heard nothing but the regular noises of the room. She had no idea how long she stood there or where Aiden and Dane were. They’d left her alone. She knew at least one of them would be watching her.

  Minutes ticked by. She shouldn’t have grabbed Aiden’s wrist. It had been a reflex reaction. She needed to control her reflexes.

  She gripped at nothing with her pussy, which made her ass squeeze also. The plug seemed to burrow deeper into her. God. Please let this end soon. There was no way of knowing how long she’d be left here or how many people in the room were watching her punishment. The other subs had their own problems. Maybe no one had time to pay attention to one wayward sub in time out.

  She breathed. It became harder and harder to hold her stance. Her feet hurt and her shins throbbed from leaning forward and supporting herself with her forehead.

  It grew noisier in the room. More people had arrived. The music got louder. The thump of feet told her some patrons were dancing. Laughter and moaning filled the gaps in the songs.

  And then she became aware that she had to pee. All that water. Fuck.

  She clenched her vagina again. That only made it worse.

  Minutes passed. She had no way to track time. Her knees wobbled to support her and her mind tried to focus on anything but her bladder.

  All she could think about was going to the restroom. She didn’t even know how she was going to walk there without wetting herself by now.

  More time. Her arms ached from holding them behind her back. Her shoulders stiffened.

  Breathe. Think about something else.

  It was useless. She needed to pee worse than she could ever remember.

  Finally, when she bit her lip and tried not to moan, Dane took her arm and led her from the wall. She nearly stumbled. Aiden grabbed her leash and led her forward. She felt Dane’s warmth behind her.

  She didn’t speak, but she hoped to God they would take her to a restroom. They led her from the room, down a short hall and stopped at a door. Aiden opened it and held it for her.

  Stephanie exhaled in relief when she saw it was a restroom. Both men continued behind her and shut the door. Oh God. They were going to stay.

  “Have you learned a lesson?” Aiden asked.

  “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

  “Your punishments will be swift and precise. You will learn not to disobey quickly. I’m sure it wasn’t comfortable leaning into the corner for so long and I’m also sure your bladder needs relief.”

  “Yes, Sir. Very much, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” She hoped her compliance would speed the process up. She was going to pee on the floor in a moment.

  Dane stepped in front of her. “Tell us what you need, Steph.”

  She glanced around her periphery. There were three stalls. No one else appeared to be in the room at the time. “I need to pee, Sir. Please may I use the restroom?”

  Surprising her, he reached for the leather tie holding her bodice together at her breasts and pulled the string. Her nipples fell out into the cool air while Dane unzipped her dress from beneath her tits to her crotch. The entire dress fell into Dane’s hands, leaving her naked, wearing only the collar, the leash and her heels. The chain hung obscenely between her boobs.

  “Go ahead.” Dane nodded toward a stall.

  She had no choice. She couldn’t argue for fear of future punishment she didn’t think she could endure at that particular moment, and she needed to pee so bad her modesty flew out the door. She prayed no one else came in.

  As quickly as she could, she entered the stall, released her bladder and returned to the men.

  She was relieved but horny as hell. And embarrassed to be so aroused by such a shameful experience. Every time they asked her to do something new and salacious, she grew increasingly horny. If they wanted to fuck her up against the wall right now, she would gladly do so, even in a public restroom. She didn’t care about an
ything anymore except relief.

  Shaking, she washed her hands and then turned back toward Dane.

  “Spread your legs.” Dane reached into his pocket as he spoke. He pulled out a tube she hadn’t seen before. “This is a stimulant, Steph. It’s going to make you very, very aroused in a short time. It will make your pussy warm and keep you constantly aware of your clit and your need.” He squeezed a line of the gel onto his finger and reached between her legs.

  She gripped his shoulders as he did so, nearly coming at the first contact.

  “Oh, babe,” Dane moaned. “You are so fucking wet. You must be burning to have something inside your pussy.”

  It wasn’t a question. And she couldn’t have answered him if it had been. She moaned so loud when he reached inside her, concentrating on the feel of his finger against her G-spot and then her clit and even under the edge of the base of the butt plug. He missed nothing and she willed her body to come at the slight contact.

  And then he stood, leaving her wanting. He stared at her chest as he squeezed another spot of the gel onto his index finger. He rubbed the stimulant between his finger and thumb and then pinched one nipple between them before she had a chance to realize what was happening. The other nipple followed.

  Dane turned to the sink and washed his hands. Aiden held her dress up and she lifted her arms as he put it on. He zipped it and then loosely tied the leather strap between her tits.

  Her nipples rubbed against the leather, already warming, tingling, standing at attention.

  They left the room, Aiden holding her leash, Dane at her back. In moments they were back at the party. Neither man spoke to her as they led her around the room. They greeted several guests and chatted with a variety of Doms. She couldn’t concentrate on the conversations. All her energy went to her crotch. The burning began quickly and took over her senses. It was lucky no one addressed her, because she couldn’t have heard a word they said.

  She kept her legs spread slightly, grateful for the stance as it kept her pussy lips from rubbing together.

  Just when things couldn’t get any worse, the bottom dropped out of her world.

  “Stephanie?” A voice addressed her directly. It wasn’t Aiden’s or Dane’s.

  She froze. She knew that voice.

  Oh God. No! Her cheeks flamed as she processed the world around her.

  It was Mr. Cane, her boss. Her embarrassment morphed into a mortification of indescribable proportion.

  She didn’t lift her head. She was cognizant of her place and at the same time relieved to not have to look her boss in the eye.

  “Harold, check this out,” Mr. Cane shouted.

  What? No. Please. Her chest pounded. Both her bosses were here. It couldn’t be. Her world spun.

  Dane must have sensed her growing discomfort, because he wrapped an arm around her waist, supporting her. She leaned into him to keep from fainting.

  She lowered her head more than necessary.

  “She’s not to address you, Sir, as you would know.” Dane spoke, his voice firm, commanding.

  “Of course. I’m just so shocked, is all. She’s an employee of ours. We had no idea…” Mr. Cane’s voice trailed off. He stepped closer.

  She could smell the cigar he’d smoked earlier, mixed with bad breath and mints. The scent was nauseating.

  Her bosses were into this lifestyle?

  Mr. Reeves, Mr. Cane’s partner, stepped into view also. She stared at their shoes, shaking and willing this to be some sort of nightmare.

  “Well, I’ll be. And here I thought she was too stuffy to work with clients. All along she’s been whoring it up with a pair of Doms.” Mr. Reeves’ voice made her flinch, his words harsh, demeaning. Something about his tone and his words made her feel like trash.

  Aiden and Dane never made her feel anything less than cherished and loved. Even when they punished her, she knew deep in her heart it was for her own good. The end result for them was pleasure.

  Harold and Jack didn’t give off that vibe. They sounded rude and spiteful. Abusive. Jack reached forward and ran one finger down her bare arm.

  She gasped and stepped back. Perhaps he had intentionally stroked her nipple earlier in the day.

  Aiden stepped in front of Stephanie, separating her from the ogling men who’d dared to encroach on her space. He didn’t sound pleased when he spoke. “What happens in Stephanie’s private life is none of your concern. I hope you will bear that in mind and not let this confuse your working relationship with her.”

  Mr. Cane chuckled. “I’d no idea she was such a slut. I’m not sure I’ll be able to wipe this vision from my mind. Perhaps I’ll need some convincing.”

  Stephanie froze. What the fuck? She leaned harder into Dane’s side, releasing her hands from behind her back and gripping them into fists. It wasn’t permitted, but she was out of her mind now. She shook with anger.

  Aiden spoke, or rather growled his next words. “Are you threatening me?”

  The man chuckled again, his partner joining in. “Heavens no. I wouldn’t dream of it. How about I pay you two hundred dollars for a half-hour, private dance with your sub here and we call it even?”

  Holy fuck! Stephanie gasped. Her boss just offered Aiden money to fuck her. She trembled. Her skin crawled with disgust.

  “Listen, pal,” Aiden said through gritted teeth, “it would be wise of you to turn and walk away right this minute, and take your buddy with you. If you so much as glance back at my sub, I will personally make your life a living hell. Are we clear?”

  Mr. Cane chuckled again. “I’m just fooling you, young fellow. No harm. No foul. You’re a lucky bastard, that’s for sure. See you at the company party tomorrow, Ms. Parkins. I guess you’ll be bringing two dates instead of one.” He laughed again. “And here we were concerned about your ability to socialize. It seems we were mistaken.”

  Dane spoke next. “I don’t think anyone was mistaken about anything here tonight, except you two. Just because Ms. Parkins is at this club with us doesn’t make her available to harass. Her private life is just that—private. You’d do well to remember that.”

  “Ah, come on, fellas. We know how it is with these types.” Jack chuckled.

  “These types? These types of what? Women? Strong, independent women who just happen to be submissive? Dude, Ms. Parkins is not a whore as you have insinuated. She is not for sale.”

  “Huh,” Harold muttered, “she sure looks like a whore tonight.” His voice was derisive, though low and barely discernible.

  Jack interrupted his partner. “We’ll leave you folks to your evening now. Have a good one.”

  With that, the men walked away, leaving Stephanie a trembling pile of nerves. The leash hung between her breasts as Dane took her hand and turned toward the door. Aiden grabbed her free arm gently and helped her forward.

  One foot in front of the other.

  They moved out of the room as fast as her legs would carry her, but not fast enough. Time seemed to be stuck in that one moment. She held her breath the entire trip down the hall, not sucking air into her lungs until they reached the stairs.

  “Breathe,” Aiden commanded into her ear. “Two minutes and we’ll be out of here.” His words were so soft and kind, not even remotely resembling his usual stance as Dom.

  They retraced their steps from earlier, Stephanie seeing nothing this time. The sounds of the club mingled in her mind, a cacophony of noise that did nothing but increase her nausea.

  In moments they were standing outside. Dane handed a valet ticket to the man outside and wrapped his arms around her from the front as they waited impatiently for the car.

  But Aiden wasn’t with them. Stephanie turned her gaze and noticed him still in the open doorway behind her. He was muttering to the doorman under his breath. She couldn’t understand the words, but they were harsh and he pointed toward the inside while he spoke. Was he complaining to the staff about her bosses? Her head swam with renewed confusion. What a disaster.

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p; She shook violently, even with the warm arms around her. She was cocooned in Dane’s embrace. Safe. Cherished.

  But nothing could wipe the memory of the last five minutes away.

  The car pulled up, and Dane helped her inside. Instead of shutting the door, he climbed in next to her. He pulled her head against his chest and stroked her hair. Tears fell down her face.

  Aiden climbed behind the wheel moments later. A burst of air told her he’d turned the heat on high, but nothing would make her stop shaking. Her tremors shook her uncontrollably against Dane’s chest.

  Silent tears continued to fall. She didn’t even make a noise. The sadness and anger was deep and intense. All her hard work. Everything she’d done for years, and then this…

  No one spoke. Not in the car. Not in the parking garage, where Dane wrapped the cape around her shoulders. And not in the elevator. When they entered the apartment, Aiden took the cape and led her down the hall. The men stripped her efficiently until she stood naked before them. She stepped out of the heels when Dane tapped her leg. She leaned over the side of the bed when Aiden pressed her to do so and waited with her forehead on the comforter for Dane to gently remove the plug from her ass. She cringed, but didn’t make a sound.

  She turned and looked up at them when he was done, her mind spinning.

  “I’m so sorry, babe.” Dane looked stone sober. “I never would have expected you to see anyone you knew, let alone your bosses… And words can’t describe what just happened.”

  How was she going to face those men ever again? Tomorrow…at the party? Fuck.

  Dane pulled back the covers of the bed and she climbed in. He lifted the comforter over her and sat at her side. She lay there wide-eyed. “What am I going to do? How will I ever face them tomorrow at the company party…or Monday at the office?”

  Aiden sat next to Dane. She glanced at him when he sucked in a breath. His brow furrowed. “Are you kidding?”

  She swallowed. “About what?”

  Aiden shook his head. “You can’t go to that party. You can’t return to the office either, not even to pick up your stuff.”

  “What?” Her voice squeaked high-pitched. “I have to.” She sat up, not caring that the blanket fell and her breasts were exposed. “That’s my job. I’ve worked hard for three years to get where I am. I can’t quit.”