Bound to be Tamed: Emergence, Book 2

by Becca Jameson

  She arched into his touch, trying hard not to break from the position he’d demanded of her, but unable to keep from reacting to his maddening fingers.

  Dane continued to feed her, his pace between bites unpredictable, while Aiden dragged her closer and closer to the edge of sanity. The assault on so many senses all at once was distracting.

  When she’d had all she could eat, she sighed.

  “Enough, little sub?” Dane asked.

  Ah, so he did care to ensure she ate what she wanted. “Yes, Sir. I’m full.”

  He packed each carton up, stacked them back in the bag and turned to set the leftovers in the refrigerator.

  The meal had been fantastic. Dane offered her a glass of water and she readily drank of the cool contents as he held the cup to her mouth. He even wiped her lips clean with a napkin.

  As though she hadn’t just consumed the most delicious meal ever served by the sexiest men alive in a fashion that had her pussy begging for release, Aiden led her by the hand into the master bath. He handed her a toothbrush. “This will be your sink.” He pointed to the one on the left. “I stocked the drawer with stuff you might need.” He opened it and she glanced in.

  Sure enough, women things filled the space. Bless him.

  She stared at him as she prepared the toothbrush. He bustled around the room, brushing his own teeth and washing his face and hands. How could he seem so cool and unaffected by the last hour?

  After she brushed and used the restroom, Dane led her to the bed. He turned her around and took her chin. “You had some infractions today that need correction. You know we’re going to use orgasm denial most evenings until you learn to obey orders. There aren’t really enough hours in the night to make up for the nap taken during your reading time, so we’re going to let it go with one hour of punishment. Besides, you did so well with everything else we asked of you today. For your first day, I’d say you did splendidly.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She’d known this was coming. Nevertheless, she’d hoped after the meal they’d just shared, they’d go lenient on her, maybe even finish off the need gnawing a hole in her lower abdomen.

  He patted the bed. She’d been down this path last week, both Thursday and Friday. She knew the drill, or at least parts of it. There was always something new up their sleeves.

  Aiden took her arm to assist her onto the high mattress. The comforter had already been removed.

  “Lie in the center in fifth position. Grasp the rungs behind you.” Aiden adjusted the pillow under her head and helped guide her fingers to the headboard. “Legs wider, Steph.”

  She bent her knees and let them fall open. After an entire day of nudity, she was more relaxed with herself. Perhaps there was a reason for this madness after all. They’d said they wanted her comfortable with her naked self.

  A Velcro rip had her flinching. She squeezed her eyes shut as Dane attached one end of the spreader bar she dreaded to her thigh, just above the knee. When he tapped her other knee, she realized they weren’t wide enough.

  The bar was so…revealing. It allowed her no modesty.

  An itch made her reach for her nose.

  Aiden caught her gaze with a stern look when she opened her eyes. Shit.

  Dane reached across her without saying a word and handed something to Dane.

  Oh great. Now I can’t keep my damn hands where they’re supposed to be and I get to be restrained.

  More Velcro around her wrists and she was secured to the top of the bed.

  Dane’s voice was calm. “We know restraints are hard for you, but I’m going to assume the hard line is really in public and you aren’t as upset in our bed in our home.” He ran a finger through her slit. “That’s what I thought.”

  She didn’t respond.

  Aiden tapped her hip. “Lift for me.”

  She braced herself with her ankles and lifted barely an inch. It was enough. Aiden slid something under her, a thin piece of leather. He proceeded to buckle it around her waist. A belt?

  “Remember the thong you wore last week to work?” Dane reached between her ass cheeks while he spoke and pulled another piece of leather between her crack. Had it been attached to the belt thing?

  “Yes, Sir.” How could she forget the thong? It had been more like a medieval torture device designed to keep her on the edge of her literal chair all day.

  Dane pulled a matching strip of leather across her belly from the front of the belt. “This is basically the same thing, but adjustable. It can serve several purposes.” He reached behind him and came back with another object, holding it up for her to see. “Tonight it’s going to secure this vibrator inside you.”

  Of course it is. She wasn’t surprised.

  Dane spread a lubricant over the long, thick shaft and then ran the strip of leather between her butt cheeks through a slit in the end of the dildo. Without saying a word, he grazed the tip of the vibrator through her wide-open pussy and pressed the device home.

  Stephanie came unglued, lifting her ass off the bed and moaning. She shook her head. “No. No, I can’t. I—”

  Aiden brushed her hair from her face. “You can. Concentrate.”

  The part of the dildo sticking out and not currently pressing against her cervix was wide and she quickly learned why.

  Dane buckled the other strip of leather to the one now wedged in her ass and cinched the device tight.

  Stephanie bucked. Her head wouldn’t stop swaying back and forth against the pillow.

  This was worse than anything she’d done last week. Much worse. The flat portion of the vibrator rested firmly against her clit. There was no give. The appliance was snug and secure.

  She panted, trying to breathe around the invasion.

  It wouldn’t have been so bad if she’d thought they were going to let her come, but she knew that wasn’t the case.

  And she was proven correct in the next breath as Aiden flicked her nipple to get her attention. “The vibrator will run for one hour on a set cycle. You won’t come. Do you understand?”

  She did, but she raised her eyebrows anyway. The task seemed beyond her grasp. Especially after all the teasing she’d endured during dinner.

  “Brace yourself.” Dane held up a remote and pushed a button in the line of her vision.

  A low rumble made her grip the rubber with her pussy. It wasn’t so bad. Not strong. The entire thing pulsed, sending waves toward her clit and even her ass.

  Aiden held up another remote. What now? “We’re going to watch TV. You’re going to think about whether or not it would be wise to nap without permission tomorrow.”

  Aiden turned toward the far wall, flipped on the television and propped himself against a stack of pillows on one side of her.

  Good. Maybe she could distract herself with the sounds of the show and keep from coming.

  Her eyes shot wide when she heard moaning and realized it wasn’t coming from herself or either man. The TV. They were going to watch porn while she endured this torture?

  Yes, and to make matters monumentally worse, both men stripped and Dane climbed over Stephanie to lower himself over Aiden.

  She tilted her face to watch the live show on one side of her, bracing her heels against the change when the vibrator upped the speed a notch. It was still a low hum, but enough to keep her aware.

  Dane kissed the man next to her with all the passion she felt for both of them. She grew jealous as they made out, panting and licking and nibbling around each other’s face and neck as though she weren’t in the room.

  When Aiden spread his legs, she knew they were going to fuck. She’d watched them fuck before. Always the voyeur, never the voyee. Was that even a word?

  A little of that loving would go a long way toward calming her racing heartbeat.

  Aiden moaned and lifted his ass while Dane rolled a condom on his stiff erection. He glanced at her. “I’d blindfold you so you don’t have to watch, but…”

  She shook her head. That would be worse.

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bsp; He stared at her hard as he finished rolling on the condom.

  Stephanie licked her lips. It was hard to concentrate on his words. Her pussy gripping the dildo with more force than she could have before one hour of practicing this afternoon. She bit her lip again, hard, trying to keep from coming. How many minutes had it been? Five?

  When Dane slid into Aiden, she widened her eyes. The guys were so fucking sexy, so fluid. Their show was much better than the acting on the television screen. Her men were far better looking and they had an element missing from the porn—they clearly loved each other.

  As Dane sped up his pace, Aiden reached between them and wrapped his hand around his own rigid cock. Each time Dane bucked forward, Aiden’s hand slid toward the tip.

  Mesmerized, Stephanie didn’t blink. The pulsing inside her clit amped up again and she stiffened her entire body against the assault.

  When Dane went completely still, including the muscles in his face, she knew he was on the edge. He paused several heartbeats and then his face relaxed as his orgasm tore through him. It was so intimate. Inches away from her, two men fucked as though she weren’t there. Parts of their arms and legs even brushed her skin, especially her splayed thigh lying to their side.

  When Aiden came right behind Dane, his come pulsing onto his stomach, Stephanie lost it. She didn’t have a second’s notice. The orgasm that washed through her body was swift and forceful. She gasped for air as her pussy gripped the vibrator and squeezed it rhythmically.

  There was no way to stop the force of her orgasm. And when it was over, she was left panting for air, relieved, but not fully satisfied. She needed those two glorious cocks inside her—now.

  She batted her eyes open to find both men looking down at her. They smiled.

  Aiden wiped her hair from her face. “Did you like that?”

  Her face grew hot. Oh shit. They will torture me to no end for coming without permission.

  Instead, neither man said a word about her indiscretion.

  Dane released the buckle between her legs and pulled the vibrator out with a small pop. He stroked his fingers through her entrance. “So wet, baby. Did that feel good?”

  She swallowed, unsure what to expect. “Yes, Sir.” It was the truth.

  In a maddening attempt to torture her, he continued to drag two or three fingers through her slit, letting them slip inside a few inches with each pass.

  Even though she’d just come, her arousal shot sky high once again.

  He didn’t touch her clit.

  She knew the little nub was exposed and swollen. The air in the room was wafting over the sensitive tip. But Dane didn’t stroke high enough. “You’re still so needy, little sub.” His voice was low and deep and sexy.

  Her voice squeaked. “Yes, Sir.” She swallowed hard.

  A dip in the bed had her glancing toward Aiden as he stood and padded toward the bathroom. Moments later, he returned, come cleaned off his abdomen and a washcloth in his hand. He grabbed the television remote and pressed a button. The moaning background noise ended. She’d stopped noticing it a long time ago. All her focus had been on her men and her pussy.

  Dane climbed onto his knees between Stephanie’s spread thighs. He never took his gaze off hers, nor did he stop the insistent stroking through her pussy. Even without the vibrator and after that fantastic orgasm, she was horny. The spreader bar always made her hot and needy by itself. If the men did nothing but strap her to that appliance each evening, she would squirm with desire.

  Aiden removed the condom from Dane and wiped off his cock with gentle care. When Aiden leaned down to kiss the tip, Stephanie moaned. The angst was getting to her.

  Aiden drew back as quickly as he’d leaned in. He padded back toward the bathroom and returned moments later. He nodded at Dane. “What do you think?”

  “Even though she came, she did well. She lasted longer than I expected. And she’s been very obedient. I think she deserves to be rewarded.” Dane glanced back at Stephanie, making eye contact. “Do you agree, sub?”

  She nodded, trying to find her voice. Would they finally have sex with her now? “Yes, Sir.”

  Dane glanced at her wrists, never removing the tips of his fingers from her slit. “I’m going to leave you secured for now. I don’t think I could handle it if you touched me.”

  Stephanie held very still. Please God, I need them inside me. She hoped if she did nothing to disrupt the current mood in the room, they would take her.

  She shifted her gaze to Dane’s and found him staring into her eyes. He plunged two fingers into her unexpectedly, making her gasp. “Are you ready for the next step?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her words were breathy, unrecognizable as her own. “Please.”

  Aiden kneeled beside her and slowly removed the spreader from between her thighs. The rip of Velcro made her flinch both times.

  “Aiden and I haven’t been with anyone else for a very long time. We’re both clean. You’ve been taking your pill, right?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Oh God, please. She wanted him inside her more than her next breath and that wasn’t a stretch since she was practically holding her breath.

  “Do you want us to use condoms? We will if you prefer.”

  “No, Sir.” She shook her head. She wanted to feel them both bare inside her. She’d never had sex without a condom, but now she intended to experience every nuance of their slick bodies against hers.

  Her clit throbbed against the air, begging to be touched. She could feel the blood rushing south even though she’d come down from her last orgasm just minutes ago.

  She tucked her lower lip between her teeth and held it as she lifted her torso in supplication.

  Dane stroked the inside of her channel with his fingers, pressing up against her G-spot until her vision blurred. She tipped her head back, exposing her neck as Aiden leaned in from the side and kissed her collarbone.

  The fingers disappeared. Stephanie moaned and tipped her head to watch Dane. He had his cock in his hand, as fully erect as he’d ever been even though he’d just come inside Aiden.

  He inched forward on his knees and her legs shook as she watched him stroke his length through her folds. “Please,” she pleaded.

  Dane pushed into her in one stroke, her wetness paving the way for him to reach her cervix in an instant. The stretch scrambled her brain. None of the vibrators, Ben Wa balls, or even the men’s fingers could compare to the feeling of fullness she achieved from Dane’s cock.

  Her eyes went wide and she prayed he would stay there, deep inside her. He flattened himself over her, settling between her legs. And then he set his elbows on both sides of her head and kissed her.

  At first his kiss was gentle, controlled, but she opened her mouth to his and ran her tongue along the seam of his lips, needing more, needing all of him.

  She couldn’t see Aiden from the tight confines of Dane’s arms, but she felt him stroking the side of her breast and along her torso.

  When Dane opened his lips and allowed her entrance, she tangled with his tongue, desperate for his taste. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and he pulled it out with a pop. “Nymph.” He smiled at her. “I can’t move yet. So fucking tight.”

  “Never move. I don’t want you to.”

  He squirmed though, the base of his cock rubbing against her sensitive clit, and she changed her mind. “Move.” Suddenly she needed the friction each stroke would bring.

  He grinned again, a lopsided tweak of his mouth that showed his playful side. “Indecisive little sub.” While he stared at her, he pressed deeper, trapping her engorged nub and making her buck against him.

  She tugged on her hands, wanting to wrap her arms around his torso, dig her nails into his back, any kind of contact she could get.

  But Dane didn’t comply. “I’m not going to release your arms, baby. Let me control this.” He narrowed his gaze as he finally pulled halfway out and then slid back home.

  “Uhnn.” The unintelligible sound filled the room.<
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  He did it again.

  She grasped for purchase with her heels on the bed, but they slid out from under her.

  And then he was gone.

  “No,” she blurted before she could stop herself. She’d never felt so raw in her life. Like a starving woman being teased with tiny drips of ice cream across her mouth. “I mean, no, Sir. Please, Sir.” She squirmed under his gaze, not caring that she was begging.

  Instead of heeding her request, he moved away. She followed him with her gaze until she realized his aim.

  Aiden climbed between her legs, taking Dane’s place.

  Stephanie whipped her head back to center just as Aiden drove into her. “Relax, little sub. It’s my turn.”

  And just as suddenly she was filled again.

  Aiden wasn’t as composed as Dane had been. He groaned and his eyes fell shut for a moment. “So fucking perfect,” he muttered. He didn’t pause, but slid out and back in deeper on one breath.

  He wasn’t kidding. Her brain scattered under the assault. She’d never survive this torture for long. Already she was panting, desperate for release and wishing she could avoid orgasm a little longer and enjoy the feeling.

  Aiden set up a rhythm that forced her mouth open, but no sound would come out. Whatever she wanted to say was lost, her synapses not able to form words.

  The constant glide against her G-spot was heavenly. She concentrated on the rush of feeling inside her. God knew what He was doing when He made these puzzle pieces fit together.

  She gripped at Aiden’s cock with her muscles, hoping to increase the sensitivity.

  On a moan, Aiden pulled out.

  Stephanie panted. Her entire body shook. She needed to come worse than ever. This constant borage of sensation was killing her.

  She whipped her head from side to side, looking for Dane. Please tell me they are trading again. And please make it fast.

  Dane crawled over her leg, but before he could situate himself, Aiden grasped her face and turned her head toward his side. Aiden’s cock bobbed in front of her mouth, slick with her own juices, his precome leaking from the tip.