Bound to be Tamed: Emergence, Book 2

by Becca Jameson

  The skirt was short and full, as usual. A pale green color that looked fantastic against her bare legs. She’d never worn that color before. Hell, she’d worn almost all black until she’d met these men. Hiding her wasn’t their MO. Showing her off was.

  Even though the material reached several inches below her ass, it did nothing to make her feel dressed. Her butt cheeks were bare and God forbid anyone should happen to see what was going on underneath the silky skirt.

  When she lifted her gaze to the blouse Aiden was buttoning, she gasped. Her nipples pebbled. The shirt was white and didn’t begin to hide her dark areolas or the pointy tips she would never be without.

  Aiden finished buttoning, leaving far more cleavage than she’d find respectable, especially without a bra. He tucked the blouse into her skirt and stood back.

  No fucking way, she chanted in her head. No way. Outwardly, she hoped they couldn’t see her cringing. If she spoke her thoughts the situation would worsen. Unless she used her safe word… The word “red” was on the tip of her tongue, but she held it back. She needed to trust them. They loved to toy with her mind, but they never disappointed her.

  Dane nodded and left the room only to return moments later with cute silver sandals. Holding her calf, he put the first one on and then repeated the process on the other side.

  Please let them give me a sweater…

  Instead, Aiden laid some jewelry on the bed and separated the pieces.

  She didn’t recognize any of it. They’d even chosen her accessories. After he handed her earrings and waited for her to put them in, he tapped the back of her head, and she bent forward for him to clasp a necklace behind her.

  A silver locket landed between her breasts at the right length to accentuate her cleavage, visible to everyone only because her blouse wasn’t buttoned up high enough.

  She clasped the bracelet on and added a few rings. The items were all perfect. “Thank you, Sirs,” she mumbled.

  “Let’s go.” Dane glanced at his watch. He’d put his shirt on at some point and looked starched to perfection, as usual.

  Stephanie followed the men toward the front door. She walked with her gaze lowered, thankful for the ability to hide her hot, flushed cheeks. Seriously? She couldn’t leave the apartment with her nipples showing like that.

  Aiden opened the door. She froze.

  Dane stepped up behind her. “What’s the matter?” he whispered into her ear while tucking something under her hair.

  She exhaled when she saw the fantastic wide scarf land over her shoulders to cover both breasts. It was made of the same silky material as the blouse and skirt, but with a swirl of greens and blues and pinks. And it gave her the protection she’d been craving.

  Stephanie followed the men down the elevator and out into the sunshine.

  During the two blocks to the restaurant, Aiden spoke to her. “We don’t expect you to act unreasonably submissive at work. At least not in front of others. We only have the one office space there, so you’ll use my desk to handle the computer issues. Obviously you’re a whiz.” He smiled at her, pride in his voice and on his face.

  The only example he had was the work she did last night.

  “If you really enjoy this sort of thing, you can take over all the purchase orders, accounting, taxes, payroll. Whatever you want. Sky’s the limit on that. Anything you do that I don’t have to do is appreciated.”

  “I love it.” She did. She wasn’t kidding. The work she’d done last night had been fun. Their bookkeeping was a mess, but she could at least follow the paper trail and straighten it out.

  Dane opened the door to the restaurant and held it as Aiden and Stephanie entered.

  She squinted in the darker environment after the sunny afternoon.

  A few employees were wandering around. “Hey, bosses,” one of them said, tipping his head, his hands full of a stack of cloth napkins.

  “Guys, this is Stephanie. She’s going to be helping us with the books, behind the scenes stuff. She’ll be working here sometimes and other times from home.” Aiden set a hand on her back and she walked forward, uncomfortable with his possessive gesture.

  Everyone would hate her if she was fucking the boss…or bosses. However, all she received were warm smiles of greeting, handshakes and welcomes. No one seemed insubordinate.

  Aiden propelled her through the restaurant, across the kitchen and into the office in the back corner. “I keep this door locked at all times.” He nodded toward a safe in the corner. “During business hours, we bring some money back here to secure until it can be taken to the bank. Different people do that task at different hours every day so it never becomes obvious to anyone hoping to rob us.”

  Dane nodded over Aiden’s shoulder. “I’m going to get to work. See you later.”

  She watched him retreat and waited for Aiden to continue.

  “Anyway, the door is on a code.” He pointed to the outside and then let it shut, locking them in. “Only Dane and I know the code, so you can rest assured no one else will come through that door. When someone else needs something from this room, either Dane or I will open it.”

  She nodded. That was good. But what the hell did he expect her to do with that information? She wasn’t about to sit in there naked.

  Aiden nodded to the chair behind the desk. “Use the instructions you’ve always been given. Sit with your ass on the seat, your skirt lifted behind you, legs spread, pussy open.” He leaned in to emphasize the last words directly into her ear, and then he stroked a hand up her back and wrapped it around the scarf at her neck. “You won’t need the scarf in here.” He pulled it free so slowly she had plenty of time to process the unveiling of her tits.

  She shivered. Her nipples hardened instantly, as they always did when she felt exposed. Traitors.

  Aiden hung the scarf on a coat rack by the door and pointed behind the desk. “Go ahead.” He watched as she circled the smooth mahogany and pulled out the black leather swivel chair.

  She sat gingerly, lifting the skirt behind her and settling her bare skin on the seat. The dildo inside her pressed in farther and she straightened her back to keep it from pushing too deep. She’d grown accustomed to it during the walk, but now it became uber apparent. The leather thong held it tight with the triangle of soft leather that covered her pussy, keeping anything secure inside her.

  “Stephanie, spread your legs wider,” Aiden admonished. “Good.” He set a pile of folders from the apartment on the desk and handed her a list. “Here’re all the passwords you’ll need and a list of things to do.”

  He set her cell phone on the desk next. “If you need anything, text. Sometimes I’m stuck at the front, but I’ll get to you as soon as I can. Okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Aiden stared at her, scrutinizing her with narrowed eyes. He came around behind her, flattened his hands on her shoulders and slid them down inside her blouse.

  She moaned and leaned back into his unexpected touch as he squeezed her breasts with both hands, her nipples trapped between his fingers.

  When he released his grip, he pinched both tits firmly. “I like them erect. Flick your fingers over them to keep them that way while you work.”

  She nodded, unable to form words as he stepped away and left without another glance.

  Stephanie breathed deeply, her entire body on alert from the recent fondling. She needed more, while at the same time wishing he hadn’t done that.

  She looked at the screen in front of her and grabbed the mouse, her fingers shaking and threatening noncompliance. A few clicks and she had the computer open and ready.

  Her legs bobbed up and down. The material of her skirt shifted against her thighs, making her aware of the teasing silk as it grazed the exposed parts of her pussy. It settled between her spread legs. If she didn’t control her arousal, the material would get wet from touching her.

  She reached under the skirt, holding the silk up with one hand and adjusting the thong with the other to make sure
she wasn’t leaking onto the leather chair.

  Her phone beeped and she nearly jumped. Did one of them need something already? She dropped the skirt, picked up the cell and stared in disbelief, her mouth drying.

  You weren’t given permission to touch yourself.

  Aiden. Fuck.

  Stephanie whipped her head up as she dropped the phone on the desk. Sure enough, in the corner of the office was a camera like the ones in the apartment. And Aiden was watching her from his cell somewhere.

  She licked her lips and mouthed, “Sorry, Sir.”

  Shit. She wouldn’t need to touch her nipples to keep them hard. They would do that on their own knowing there was an audience.

  Picking up the top file on the desk, she stared at the contents. Might as well get to work.

  Chapter Twelve

  Jason looked up from his desk in the back office when the door opened, squeaking on the hinges. He needed to fix that lest he lose two lives every time it made that noise.

  Carlton stepped in.

  “Hey,” Jason said. “What’s up?”

  “Just making sure you have the couple of new guys on your calendar for a walk through. They’ll be here tomorrow to visit.”

  “Yep.” Jason leaned to one side and stared at his desk calendar.

  “Good.” Carlton turned to leave, but he paused at the door and turned back. “Everything okay, boss?”

  “Yep.” Jason smiled at him. “No worries.” He knew he’d been distracted, but he hadn’t thought it was that obvious.

  Carlton left and Jason set his gaze back on the computer screen.

  His mind wouldn’t stop wandering to Stephanie Parkins. Was she the same woman he’d known when she was a child? And where did she go? Why had she quit her job? Unanswered questions nagged him.

  Now that he knew what jerks her bosses were at Seabring, he feared the reasons Ms. Parkins might have quit her job so abruptly. She could have been harassed.

  The Internet was a fine source of information these days. And Jason was determined to hunt down one Stephanie Parkins and ascertain her origins at the same time. With another click of the mouse, he printed one more page of information.

  As the printer processed, Jason read the information on the monitor. Bingo. It had to be her. Now all he had to do was head to her address and— And what? He had no idea what he would say or how he would introduce himself.

  The pile of printouts on her had grown and he stuffed everything into a manila folder. There was no rush. He needed to think this through clearly before he acted.

  Maybe he should leave her alone. She had no idea who he was. Why rock the boat? But it bothered him that she lived so close and he knew everything about her. Even though he might not mean anything to her, knowing she was okay was important to him. Especially after what happened with those assholes, Cane and Reeves.

  Besides, she had a right to know more about who she was and where she came from. Withholding that information wasn’t fair either.

  Dane stepped into Aiden’s office several hours later, making Stephanie jump in her seat as though she’d been caught doing something prohibited. He grinned and held up a plate of food before setting it on the desk. He knew she’d been so focused on working that she’d been startled. But he still thought it would be fun to tease her. “Were you doing something naughty?”

  “No, Sir.” She lifted her gaze.

  “Were you thinking about doing something you shouldn’t?” He tried not to laugh.

  “No. I was just working, Sir.” She nodded at the computer and he leaned over the desk to see her work.

  He had no idea what he was looking at. Nearly everything that happened in that office was Aiden’s domain. Not that Dane wasn’t fully involved in the business, but he knew way more about food than numbers.

  “Eat.” He pointed at the steaming plate in front of her and watched as she lowered her gaze. The woman was so focused she didn’t stop to eat without being told.

  “That smells fantastic.” She picked up the fork and stabbed into a bite of chicken. She moaned around the bite and let her eyes close to small slits.

  Dane had to adjust his cock when she made that noise. It was the same one she made when she came. He needed to see that again really soon.

  “I’m going to gain ten pounds hanging around you.”

  “I doubt it, but I love that you enjoy your food.” He sat in the chair across from her and leaned on his elbows to watch her eat.

  “Are you going to eat?” she asked as she scooped up another bite.

  “Already did. I thought you might eventually lift your head for a break, but then I realized it wasn’t going to happen so I interrupted you.”

  She stabbed another piece of chicken and grinned at him. She was in no submissive form, but he didn’t care. He also enjoyed the friendly normal everyday banter with her.

  “Did you always want to be a chef?”

  “No. But I did always enjoy cooking. Even when I was a little kid, I would rather be in the kitchen with my mom than outside with the neighborhood kids. Luckily she indulged me and taught me everything she knew. My dad, on the other hand, rolled his eyes. ‘Boys should be outside playing ball. What’s the matter with you?’” He imitated his father in a mock tone that nearly matched the man’s deep voice.

  “When did you decide to be a chef then?”

  “Well, after my dad kicked me out of the house at eighteen and I moved in with my boyfriend at the time, I worked several odd jobs. It wasn’t until a few years later that I acknowledged my love of food, Italian food in particular.”

  She wolfed down the dinner while he talked. He loved a woman that didn’t pick around her food and pretend she didn’t really eat.

  When she finished, she looked up at him. “Where is the restroom?”

  Dane stood. “This way.” He nodded behind him as he collected her plate. As she followed him out the door, she grabbed the scarf from the hook. He grinned to himself. Of course she did.

  He escorted her to the ladies’ room and then followed her back. Stephanie scurried behind the desk and sat. But the moment Dane shut the door behind him he went in for the kill. “Come here.” He curved one finger toward him and stroked it through the air.

  Stephanie pushed the chair back and stepped around the desk. Her face flushed under his gaze. Her nipples hardened. He could see them through the thin material of her blouse as he tugged the scarf free of her shoulders and reached back to toss it over the hook.

  “You’ve been working so hard.” He lifted her off the ground and sat her on the top of the desk, making her gasp. “Spread your legs.” Her skirt was short enough that it had ballooned out around her and left her bare on the wood surface.

  She inched her knees apart.

  “Lean back on your hands.” Dane knelt in front of her and smoothed his hands up her thighs, pushing the material of her skirt until it bunched around her waist. He pressed on her legs until they were as wide as he wanted. “So pink.” He blew across her skin.

  She bucked. Her pussy was covered and so was her clit, both with little triangles of leather. Her pink swollen lips straddled the thong though. Sexy as hell. He licked one and then the other, holding her firmly so she couldn’t lift her ass off the desk.

  Stephanie moaned. “We’re at work, Dane.” Her voice pleaded with him.

  He ignored her and slipped his tongue under the leather to stroke across her clit. It wasn’t enough. Not for him or for her.

  Holding her thigh with his elbow, he used his free hand to stretch the small triangle over her clit to one side. He breathed against her little nub. “Is the cock inside you making you feel full, Steph?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was breathy, forced through gritted teeth.

  He flicked his tongue over her clit rapidly and then flattened it against the tight, swollen nub.

  Stephanie groaned. “I’m gonna come, Sir.”

  Of course you are. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Dan
e sped up his torture, making her writhe beneath him. He could hear her gasping for air as he alternated between flicking her clit and pressing against it. It took only minutes for her to stiffen beneath him.

  She screamed out in short pants as her orgasm washed through her.

  Dane kept licking her as he grinned against her pussy. So sexy. Her little noises, strangled in an effort not to be heard, pleased him.

  When the tremors subsided, he stood and pulled her head against his chest.

  She wrapped her arms around him and spoke into his shirt. “It’s super embarrassing that you can do that to me so quickly.”

  “You’ve been sitting there for hours with a dildo inside you that rivals Aiden and me in size. It’s to be expected. And I love it. It tells me how much you enjoy what we do to you.”

  She chuckled. “Enjoy? That’s an understatement…Sir.” She lifted her face, a coy look in her eyes.

  “Trying to tempt me, little sub?”

  “Isn’t it a bit late for that, big Dom?”

  Oh, she was in so much shit. Her tongue was digging a deep hole.

  Dane swiftly laid her back against the desk, being sure she didn’t hit her head on the wood as she landed.

  A screech came from her mouth at the shock. “What—?”

  “Quiet, sub. No speaking.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the item he’d had there all day for such an opportunity. “You think you can taunt me and get away with it?” He looked at her, but she bit her lip in response, her eyes wide.

  Dane pulled the leather off her clit again. He stroked the little hood several times, waiting for her body to respond anew to his touch. It didn’t take long before she squirmed.

  “Hold still. I didn’t say you could move.” He flattened his palm on her groin. In his other hand, he held the treasure.

  Without showing it to her, he placed the little butterfly over her exposed nub, ensuring that the hood was pulled back and the tiny vibrator was in direct contact with her clit. “There. That ought to make you reconsider being coy with me.”