Bound to be Tempted: Emergence, Book 4 Page 16

  But those parts of her weren’t for public viewing right now. Carlton hadn’t said as much in words, but he had treated her with discretion from the moment they’d begun this arrangement.

  The man didn’t share. It almost made her giggle.

  And it forced her to feel as though the intimate, private parts of her body were for him and him alone. She didn’t feel the need or desire to share with anyone else all of the sudden.

  She spread her legs as he requested, allowing her ass to rest naked against the stool. The dress was too short to keep tucked under her butt cheeks anyway, and she had to sit straight again to avoid letting the front of the dress gape open and display more than Carlton had in mind.

  Between customers, he would reach for her, stroke her thigh, her arm, her cheek. Without warning, he would run a finger through her pussy, gather the wetness and bring it to his lips.

  Every move he made heightened her arousal. When he slipped two fingers into her dress to jingle the bell hanging from her nipple, she fought the urge to come at that simple gesture.

  “Am I distracting you?”

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Because you’re distracting the hell out of me.” He turned and greeted the next customer.

  Lord, she was in so much trouble. She was falling hard. Why did Carlton have to be so fucking temporary? She couldn’t imagine calling an end to this arrangement and then returning week after week to Emergence and not having him as her Dom. It made her sick to her stomach just picturing him with someone else. And there was no way she could switch to another Dom at this point. He owned her. He just didn’t know it.

  She’d been a member of this club for over a year. She’d never seen Carlton with a sub of his own. Sure, he dominated many women. She’d seen him dozens of times. But to her knowledge he’d never taken on a permanent submissive. Perhaps he didn’t like the idea. Maybe that was why he insisted this arrangement was temporary.

  She chewed on her lower lip, wondering if there was any way she could make him see reason and keep her. She had two weeks to convince him. And she intended to make good use of that time. She knew he felt more for her than he was willing to admit, but he was stubborn. She didn’t know why. But she intended to find out.

  After a while another employee came to the front. “Carlton, Jason sent me over here to tell you you’re a crappy delegator and if you don’t turn the front desk over to me, you’re fired. His words.” The man held up both hands in innocence.

  Carlton laughed. “Fine. You take over. I have some business to take care of in my office anyway.”

  Business, my ass.

  Carlton lifted her off the stool, manhandling her to the ground for the second time in the evening, and making her acutely aware that instead of feeling like a child, she felt cherished, loved, respected.

  She followed him to the back office again, waiting patiently while he shut and locked the door.

  She still didn’t say a word as he tugged on the black tie he wore and jerked it over his head. He removed his shirt, one button at a time, not taking his gaze off her.

  Margaret squirmed beneath his gaze as he removed first his shirt, then his shoes and socks and finally his pants. He wore nothing under the black denim.

  When he stepped forward to lift her arms over her head, she realized she’d been holding her breath. He pulled the dress up her body, slowly, teasing her with his touch on every inch of her skin. “How do your nipples feel, baby?” He tossed her dress aside and lifted her breasts to examine the jewelry.

  “Exotic, Sir.”

  “Really?” He lifted one eyebrow. “Exotic, huh? Interesting.”

  He toyed with the dangling bells and then leaned forward to flick his tongue over her nipples, one at a time. “You may touch me, Maggie.” He took her hands in his and set them on his cock.

  She loved the smooth feel of his skin pulled tight across his length. She loved how firm and virile he felt, as though his life force were expressed through this one appendage. She even loved how the smooth tip leaked the milky-white precome.

  She longed to taste him again. “May I suck you, Sir?”

  “Is that what you want?”

  “I do, Sir. Please.”

  He nodded. “I would never deny a woman a blowjob.”

  She lowered herself to her knees, careful to keep them spread apart to his requirements. She wrapped her palm around the base of his cock and licked the tip.

  Bolder this time, she sucked him in deep. Her pussy grew wetter when Carlton moaned.

  She loved the way he threaded one hand in her hair, not pushing or pulling, just caressing her scalp.

  She sucked harder, as though she were starving. In a way, she was. She needed him with a force that wouldn’t stop. She needed him inside her, around her, over her… As she continued, she relished the taste of his precome leaking from the tip. His fingers stiffened in her hair.

  Suddenly he groaned louder and jumped back to dislodge from her mouth. He hauled her up in front of him.

  “Did I do something wrong, Sir?”

  He pulled her lips up to meet his. “No, baby. You did everything way too right. I need to be inside you.”

  The throbbing in her core increased tenfold as he wrapped his hands around her waist, lifted her off the ground and planted her back against the wall. In an instant he was inside her, taking her breath away.

  Margaret wrapped her legs around his waist and held on to his biceps as he thrust again. He filled her so perfectly she wanted to grip him with her pussy and never let him escape. She willed him to slow down so it would last longer, but he was on a mission. He increased his pace instead, lifting her off him with each thrust until sweat beaded on his forehead and she had to bite her lower lip to keep from coming without permission.

  As though on cue, he growled deep in his throat. “Come, baby. Now.”

  She shattered around him, hoping he could manage to hold her up, because there was no chance she could assist in any way as her channel flexed around his cock, grasping at him.

  When he finally stopped moving, he remained embedded inside her, pressing her against the wall while he caught his breath.

  Her nipples rubbed against his, the tiny chains and bells making their presence known, heightening her sensitivity.

  He met her gaze, one hand holding her up under her ass, the other cupping her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. “You slay me.”

  She smiled and tightened the grip she had with her ankles around him.

  He held her stare for long moments until she blushed from the intensity of his gaze. “You can put me down now.”

  “Not yet.”

  As though she weighed nothing, he continued to hold her pressed against the wall, his cock still hard and buried deep inside her.

  As he watched her face, her arousal built again. He pressed his cock deeper, the base shoved tight against her clit. “That’s it, baby. Let it build.” He continued staring. “Lift your arms behind your head.”

  She didn’t drop his gaze as she obeyed him, her breasts rising as her elbows rose high above her head.

  Carlton leaned his chest back, only inches, but enough to expose her nipples. His torso still held her wedged against the wall. He smoothed his hand down from her cheek to her breast. With one finger, he tapped the dangling clamp, making it sway.

  Margaret sucked in a breath. She lowered her gaze to her chest. While she watched, he grasped the clamp between his thumbs and index fingers. She moaned even before he moved, and then she screamed when he released her nipple and quickly repeated the action on the other side. The removal was much worse than the placement. The sharp pain was unexpected and instantaneous, but at the same time, her pussy gripped his cock harder.

  He dropped the clamps to the floor and then cupped her breast again, rubbing and pinching her nipple. “Ma
ggie, baby. That’s so hot. Are you okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Still gripping her breast, he firmly kept her planted to the wall with his other hand under her ass. She was confused, momentarily, until he removed his cock and slammed back into her.

  Margaret’s breath whooshed out of her lungs.

  He did it again. And again.

  Her pussy pleaded for more, shocking her after the recent earth-shattering orgasm.

  Thumb pressing into her nipple, palm up the underside of her breasts, fingers splayed at her armpit, he held her steady as he plowed in and out of her. Relentlessly. His gaze bored into her face. She knew it without looking.

  The need for another orgasm built so rapidly she couldn’t wrap her mind around it. Each time his cock pulled away from her, it sucked some of her brain out of her skull. But it felt so good she never wanted it to end.

  “I want… You… To come… Again.” He punctuated each word with the thrust of his cock. And then suddenly he stopped.

  Her mouth fell open, the protest on the tip of her tongue.

  “Look at me. Yeah, baby. Look into my eyes.” He waited for her to obey. “I need to taste you.” Still lodged inside her, he moved from the wall, cupping her ass with his free hand.

  She lost her balance and flung her arms around his neck.

  Seconds later, he spun in the other direction and set her ass on the edge of his desk. He eased her back onto the cold surface. Her feet hung in the air with nothing to gain purchase against. It didn’t matter because Carlton grabbed her thighs under her knees and spread them high and wide. “Arms over your head, baby.”

  He must’ve trusted her because his gaze didn’t lift from her swollen, needy pussy.

  And in a heartbeat, his lips were on her, his tongue plunging into her while at the same time he sucked her clit into his mouth. He moaned around her entrance, pressing harder, demanding more.

  Margaret’s legs shook. Her arousal skyrocketed. His own come oozed from her body. He sucked and licked her as though it meant nothing to him. The heady idea made her flush as he continued devouring her pussy. The way he consumed her made her feel cherished and more desired than any man ever had. Or woman for that matter.

  If it were possible, he pressed her knees higher, wider. Splayed open and at his mercy, Margaret let herself sink into a place where the only thing she knew was his mouth loving her. She whimpered. She could hear the small sounds, but she didn’t care. She only cared about the intensity of the orgasm about to wash through her.

  And then it did, her entire pussy pulsing against his lips, grasping at his tongue, swelling as she teetered over the edge. She couldn’t breathe. She didn’t remember how. All she knew was the pulsing of her clit.

  He didn’t stop until every wave was sucked from her body. And even then, he continued to lick her clean. “You’re amazing, Maggie. I’m humbled. You’re going to make some Dom a very happy man one day.” He tucked his hands under her shoulders and lifted her body until she sat on the edge of the desk, her chest pressed against his. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, every breath he took sending tingles down her spine. At the same time, she held her breath to keep from choking at his last line. He fully intended to let her go still. It was surreal. How could he be this kind and caring and proclaim he had no intention of keeping her at the same time?

  When he finally pulled back enough to look at her, his face was serious. “Let’s go home, baby.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Margaret pulled into the driveway and then eased her car into the garage. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She was growing more angsty by the day. She hadn’t received any more notes, but every time she was in the car going to or from work, she felt like someone was tailing her. It was crazy. Who the hell would be following her? She needed to get a grip on her nerves before she went inside.

  As she lowered the garage door from inside the car, she stared through the windshield at the far wall, thinking about the past few days. Perfect. Too perfect. Carlton had pampered the hell out of her. She’d easily slipped into the role he’d demanded and loved every minute of it. After three days back at work, it was beginning to feel normal for her to come home to Carlton.

  She worried she was getting too comfortable. She knew she was falling too hard for him. Was it simply because he was her first—first man, first male Dom, first firm Dom? No matter what the reason, she knew this was temporary. She reminded herself every day. Carlton was kind and caring, and she swore she could see more than just a desire to train her deep behind his brown eyes, no matter how many times he insisted otherwise.

  Every morning he fixed her breakfast while she showered. She came to him, naked, her hair still damp, and kneeled at his feet. The way he fed her, smiled at her, even wiped the crumbs from her mouth, aroused her just as much as he could with his hands on her body. He cleared away the dishes while she waited and then led her back to the bedroom. Each morning he spread the towel on the edge of the bed, and she lay down and splayed herself open for him to shave. He helped her dress, her body trembling with need under his administrations.

  He would kiss her gently as she left the house, his thumbs grazing over her nipples beneath her blouse. That action always left her shivering as she started her car with shaky hands. Did he know how aroused she was before she left the house each day?

  And he was beyond overprotective when it came to her driving. On Monday he’d offered to take her to work and pick her up. She’d balked. “Why on earth would you do that? I’m perfectly capable of driving myself.” She’d thought for a moment he was being too controlling if he didn’t trust her to go to work and come home. But then he’d clarified: it wasn’t trusting her that was his issue. It was her safety. “In my car?” she’d asked.

  He’d held his breath and pursed his lips and then nodded. “Just be careful. There are a lot of crazy drivers out there.” For that reason, she wasn’t about to tell him she had the crazed idea someone was following her. He’d never let her leave the house alone if he suspected as much.

  Hell, maybe he did suspect as much. Had he also noticed someone tailing them over the weekend? Maybe it wasn’t just her. Maybe his weird fear was founded on his own creepy sensation, and neither of them were willing to admit to the other what they suspected.

  He still didn’t know about the note, though.

  He hadn’t fucked her in the mornings. To be honest, there hadn’t been time. But every day she left for work trembling with need. To anyone looking on, she appeared perfectly normal. Nobody on the streets or at work could possibly know about the lacy demi-bra or her lack of panties. Those two unseen aspects alone kept her horny all day every day.

  A noise jerked her attention to the present, and she glanced over to see Carlton standing in the doorway. She had no idea how long she’d been sitting in the car. Her hand still rested on the keys from turning it off, but otherwise she sat slouched in the seat.

  She immediately pulled herself together, grabbed her purse and keys and climbed out of the car.

  Carlton’s face was hard as she approached him.

  “Sorry, Sir. I guess I got distracted.” She winced as she passed him. He hadn’t said a word, and she feared he was angry. She hadn’t seen him angry with her yet.

  “Where were you? You’re late. You never work this late,” he said to her back.

  She set her purse on the counter and turned to face him, keeping her gaze lowered, her stance appropriate for a submissive. “I had to stay longer than I thought at work, Sir.”

  He paused. “You need to let me know when you do that. You worried me.”

  Worried? “I was fine. I’m here now.” Was he that concerned with her driving?

  He approached and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tight as though relieved to find her alive.

  And that was strange.

  “Why ar
e you still dressed?” he asked her neck where he had his face buried, clearly inhaling her scent.

  When he released her, she tried not to chuckle. Because you haven’t given me a chance. She unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged out of it first, setting it on the counter. Next she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it and her pumps at the same time. She added her skirt to the pile and reached behind her back to unsnap her bra, what there was of it.

  When she was finished, she stood awaiting his next request. Clearly he was in a serious mood. All his words had been growled so far, and there had been few of them.

  She spread her legs to his liking, linked her hands behind her back, lifted her shoulders and dipped her head.

  Her nipples beaded as she stood there, feeling his gaze bore into her. Finally, he circled her body slowly, not speaking until he came back to her front.

  She flinched when he reached forward and tweaked a nipple without warning. “I got new clamps today.” His voice was less harsh, as though he was calming from his earlier stress and concern. He reached into his pocket and removed two silver clips, which he held up in his palm for her perusal.

  “They’re lovely, Sir.” And they were. Still dainty enough she knew they wouldn’t hurt too bad, feminine, sexy, but the heart-shaped pendants that would hang from her nipples appeared heavier than the bells.

  Carlton cupped one breast with his free hand and molded it. He grasped the tip between his fingers and teased her until it stood at attention, pinching, tugging, twisting. When he was satisfied, he held it out and clasped it with one of the new clamps.

  Margaret winced, but remained still. She knew what to expect and even craved the feeling, but the initial shock was new to her.

  “So pretty,” he murmured as he flicked a finger over the tip. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” He grasped the other nipple in the same fashion and gave it its due attention before clasping it also.

  The same tiny gasp escaped her lips unbidden.