Bound to be Tamed: Emergence, Book 2

by Becca Jameson

  Dane helped her with her hands, placing one on top of the other so that she actually held one wrist with the other. “That’s the first position of D/s. It’s called kneel. A typical sub often holds this position for as long as her Master commands, waiting for his next instructions. Often Doms insist on this stance whenever they are in the room.”

  Holy Mother of God. Her heart was racing. The room heated. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought she would find this arousing. In books yes, but not in real life.

  She licked her lips. “Got it. What else should I know?” She glanced at her chest, her breasts high and firm beneath her blouse. With her back straight and her hands behind her, her body felt as if it were on display.

  Aiden tipped her face up toward his. She let her gaze travel up his body, pausing momentarily to glimpse his crotch. His cock was hard. And his package looked so sexy in his suit. His legs were spread, and she was so close to the sofa, she practically knelt between them. Grasping her chin harder than necessary, with just the right amount of pressure to be a commanding force without being so hard she wanted to pull away, he spoke. “When you are in this position, never speak to your Master. Not unless he asks you to directly. And always address him as Sir.”

  Stephanie swallowed. The lines were blurring. She had trouble concentrating on the fact that this was all for show. Aiden’s eyes sucked her in and held her gaze with an air of authority she found more arousing than anything in her life ever had been.

  “You look so sexy when you swallow, doesn’t she, Dane?” He glanced at the man who now circled her and sat next to Aiden. They were tall enough that they both still towered over her, even seated—Dane only a few inches shorter than Aiden.

  Her gaze traveled to Dane’s. The look in his eye, penetrating, determined, narrowed as if assessing her for purchase…stopped her heart. She swallowed again, for him. Because he commanded it of her without speaking. Because she couldn’t not. She was sucked into a vortex of submission and wasn’t sure she ever wanted to leave this place. It was so warm. Her skin tingled. She felt more alive than she’d ever felt in her life. And more aroused.

  “Good girl.” Dane reached out with one hand and stroked her cheek alongside Aiden’s grip on her chin. With his other hand, he adjusted himself. That’s so hot.

  Stephanie had never given oral in her life, but suddenly she had the urge to handle that undoubtedly fine piece of manhood…with her mouth.

  She could scent both men. They had subtle differences. After all, they lived together, so that wasn’t surprising. And they sleep together… No wonder their smells meshed. They complemented each other. Each having his own personal scent mixed with the soap and shampoo they shared. And the aftershave… She could picture them standing in the bathroom sharing the sink, the same shaving cream, the same brand of…whatever.

  “We need to get you some new clothes. You’re a smokin’ hot woman. Why do you hide under all this material?” Dane reached for her blouse and plucked the shoulder.

  Was she allowed to speak? I’m pretty sure that was rhetorical.

  If they only knew. Because I don’t trust men. Because they leave… Years of therapy had gotten her where she was today. A college-educated adult with her head held high. She did not need a man.

  At least that was what she’d thought before this morning. Now she had two. But they were just pretending, right? Putting her in the position they needed her to play on Friday.

  “Are your knees okay?” Aiden asked. “We aren’t being very sensitive. Forgot about spilling coffee on you earlier.” He released her chin and grabbed her hand to pull her to standing.

  She hadn’t noticed her knees at all.

  She was still stuck on the words “smokin’ hot woman”.

  Stephanie stood taller than the men now, and they both dipped their heads to inspect her knees. Her skirt was too long. It reached just below her knees. Aiden pushed it up without comment and held it high on her thighs. Dane grazed his fingers over her pink skin.

  Stephanie wobbled on her feet, her body threatening to collapse under their intense scrutiny so close to her bare skin. She stepped back and grasped them both by the shoulders to steady herself. “I’m fine.”

  Dane cocked his head to one side. “Are you shy in general, or just hiding under that prim outfit?”

  One woman, two lovers. Double the pleasure, or double the trouble?

  Rhythm of Three

  © 2013 Kelly Jamieson

  Rule of Three, Book 2

  Former goodie-two-shoes Kassidy now has three pairs of shoes under her bed—hers, Chris’s and Dag’s. While she relishes the hot threesome that makes her friends jealous, she can’t deny things are…complicated. Namely, whom to tell about their unconventional relationship, and whom to keep in the dark.

  In the dark category? Definitely Chris’s parents, which should be simple, since they live far away. Except they’ve sprung a surprise for their son’s thirtieth birthday. They’re coming for a visit. Then there’s Kassidy’s best friend Danielle, who’s home from Europe, clueless to recent events, and flirting with Dag like crazy.

  Awkward!

  Family, friends, coworkers and a wedding put three lovers’ best intentions to the test, making them wonder if this unique brand of love has a chance in hell of working out.

  Warning: Contains three vulnerable hearts engaged in a ménage a trois, some man-on-man action, sizzling exchanges of graphic language and rock-your-socks explicit sex. So yeah, it’s dirty, but also sweet.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Rhythm of Three:

  “Do I have to go to work?”

  Kassidy burrowed under the covers, her front pressed up against a hard male back, her arm around his middle. Behind her, Chris’s body warmed her, his fingers stroking hair off her cheek.

  “Yeah,” Chris whispered. The voice of Katy Perry emanated from the clock radio beside the bed. Damn that alarm clock. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

  “I think we should take a sick day.” The hard male body beneath her arm began to shake and then Dag shifted, rolling to face her. He propped one hand up on an elbow and smiled down at her.

  “You feel sick?”

  Kassidy met the gleam of laughter in his dark eyes. “No. I just want to stay here in bed with you guys all day.”

  Two men. In her bed. And she didn’t want to leave.

  After all the emotion and drama of the last few days, it was hard to believe that things were more or less settled now. Well, as settled as they could be, when three people were embarking on a ménage à trois relationship that still boggled the mind. All she knew was she didn’t want it any other way.

  “I’ve got a big meeting at nine,” Chris said, now stroking a hand over her shoulder. She felt his lips, warm on her shoulder blade. “Can’t call in sick.”

  “I’ve got a flight to make,” Dag said.

  Kassidy froze, eyes flying open wide despite her fatigue. “What?”

  “Kidding.” He touched her nose. “I’ll cancel the flight.”

  She closed her eyes briefly. He’d planned to leave Chicago, with a flight booked to San Francisco that he very nearly had ended up taking.

  “Asshole,” Chris said behind her.

  Dag grinned. “I was joking, but at some point I’ll have to go back to San Francisco. I still have my apartment and all my stuff there. Gonna have to deal with that.”

  “Oh.” Kassidy let out a soft exhalation. “Of course. That’s going to be a big job.”

  “Uh…yeah. Got a lot of shit. Furniture. Clothes. Computer stuff.”

  Kassidy squinted at Dag in the dim bedroom, even as Chris continued to caress her shoulder and arm. “What are you going to do with it all?”

  Dag pursed his lips. “Not sure.” He grimaced. “Haven’t had much of a chance to think about it.”

  Of course he hadn’t. Only last night they’d all agreed he was going to move in with her and Chris. Their new condo was nice, and even had three bedrooms, but there certai
nly wasn’t room for a whole bunch more furniture. But it didn’t seem right that Dag had to give up all his stuff. Unless maybe he lived a sparse bachelor lifestyle and his furniture consisted of a leather recliner chair and big screen TV.

  “Maybe we could all go back with you and help,” Kassidy suggested, partly curious about his life in San Francisco.

  His eyes warmed. “Yeah. Maybe.”

  She shifted in the bed so she was on her back between her two guys. “D’you guys think we should move to a new place?”

  They both stared at her.

  “Uh, why, hon?” Chris asked. “We just bought this place.”

  She hitched one bare shoulder, glancing at Dag, then back to him. They’d talked about this briefly last night. “I know,” she said softly. “We did just buy it, and I love it. But this is our place. As in, you and me,” she said to Chris. “Maybe it would be nice to have a place that really belongs to all three of us.”

  “I’ll pay the mortgage payment,” Dag said immediately.

  “Fuck off, you will not,” Chris snapped.

  “You don’t have to do that,” she said to Dag, a gentler way of reiterating Chris’s comment.

  “I can afford it,” Dag said. “Why not?”

  “You’re not supporting us,” Chris clipped. “That’s not what this is about.”

  “I fucking know that,” Dag said, eyes narrowing.

  “Okay, this isn’t the time to discuss this,” she said, lifting her hands to touch both their chests. “Clearly, we still have a lot of things to figure out. We can talk more tonight over dinner.”

  She felt a little of the tension ease out of both their bodies and then she got a kiss on each cheek. She closed her eyes, pleasure filtering through her as they leaned in and kissed her—three of them together in the big bed, the soft sheets wrapped around them, their body heat warming her, their individual scents combining in a heady, sexy fragrance. She really did just want to stay there all day, with them. She sighed.

  “We’ve got forever, babe,” Dag whispered. “Right?”

  She smiled at him, the impatient, reckless one, counseling her about patience. “Right.”

  “I’m grabbing the shower,” Chris said. His hand on her belly slid up between her breasts to her jaw, turned her face toward him and his mouth captured hers in a hard, fast kiss. Then he climbed out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom off their master bedroom. She couldn’t help watching his big, naked body, admiring the flex of muscle in his ass and thighs. When she turned her gaze back to Dag, he was watching Chris too.

  They smiled at each other. “He’s hot,” she whispered.

  “Yeah.” Dag’s fingertips cruised over her cheek and jaw. “He is. And so are you.”

  Heat washed down through her. “I have meetings today too,” she whispered as Dag wrapped his arms around her and rolled to his back with her on top of him. “How the hell am I going to concentrate on work?”

  “Hmmm.” Dag nuzzled the side of her neck. Her skin tingled everywhere. “You can do it.”

  “Guess I have to.” She tried to pull away, but his arms tightened. “’Kay, let me go. I need coffee.”

  He landed one big hand on her butt in a little spank that weirdly felt good. She wriggled on him, felt his cock stir and grinned.

  “Get out of here,” he growled. “Before I make you late for work.”

  Bound to be Tamed

  Becca Jameson

  She’s agreed to meet their demands…but can they meet her halfway?

  Emergence, Book 2

  Stephanie Parkins has decided to take a chance.

  After a whirlwind week under the tutelage of two hot Doms who make her feel more than she’s ever experienced, she’s taking up the ultimate exercise in trust: quitting her job to put herself completely in their capable hands. Even when it pushes her way beyond her comfort zone.

  Aiden Collins and Dane Whitman have fallen hard and fast.

  Their unexpected submissive presents them with a challenge of their own: to train her to embrace her new lifestyle in an atmosphere of security and safety. Even when it means hiding a shocking secret until the right moment presents itself.

  Her Doms push, and sometimes Stephanie pushes back, with deliciously wicked consequences. But just as her red-hot learning curve reaches its peak, secrets from her past come to searing light. Threatening to send her running back to familiar territory—alone.

  Warning: This book contains intense bondage scenes, hot masturbation, man-on-man action, restraints, explicit use of sex toys, spanking, flogging, public nudity, and a photo shoot that gives a whole new meaning to “exposure”.

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  Bound to be Tamed

  Copyright © 2014 by Becca Jameson

  ISBN: 978-1-61922-257-1

  Edited by Christa Soule

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  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Epilogue

  About the Author

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