Bound to be Tamed: Emergence, Book 2 Page 18

  “Look at me, Steph.” Aiden’s voice was gravelly. His brows were furrowed when she returned his gaze. He settled her back down over him, trapping his cock between their bellies and leaving her open and needy.

  She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, but there was no need. Moments later she had her answer. And she also knew why Aiden had aligned her so that her ass was practically hanging off the edge of the bed.

  Dane. He gripped her butt with one hand. With the other, he lined himself up with her pussy and pressed into her in one quick stoke.

  She rocked forward against Aiden’s cock, her vision blurring as her clit grazed over his length. Sounds she didn’t recognize as her own slipped out of her mouth. She didn’t care.

  Dane gripped her hips above Aiden’s hands and thrust into her over and over, sharp, deep strokes that touched too many sensitive areas all at once.

  “I’m…gonna…come…” she warned.

  “Yeah…” Aiden replied. His one word told her volumes about his state of mind. She would have found it humorous at any other time. Instead she sucked in a breath and held it as she enjoyed the climb to ecstasy. It was short. She wished it could last longer, that feeling of euphoria that came just before a climax.

  As she tipped over the edge, she didn’t care. The orgasm was long, pulsing so deep she thought she’d really had several orgasms in a row that simply blended together.

  Dane stiffened behind her as she luxuriated in the pulsing that radiated through her entire body, trapping her firmly on his cock and pressing her against Aiden until both men followed her over the edge.

  Stephanie’s arms quivered until her elbows gave out and she let herself collapse against Aiden’s chest. The only sound in the room was that of all three of them heaving for air.

  Neither man moved for several moments and then four hands began to caress her body, smoothing over her heated skin and keeping her alert.

  Aiden whispered in her ear, his voice still rough and deeper than usual. “How did you like having both holes filled at once?”

  I loved it. She wasn’t sure she should tell them that though. Either cock would be much larger than the plug currently inside her. “It felt good,” she murmured into his pec.

  “Just good?” Dane pinched her ass, making her jerk.

  She giggled. “Okay, it was great, but it wasn’t as large as either of you.”

  “Don’t worry,” Aiden said. “We’ll work up to it. We have an arsenal of graduated plugs.” He said this as if it would make her feel relieved. It did nothing of the sort.

  Dane swatted her ass. “Listen, you lazy bums. You can’t spend the day lying around on the bed. We have to get to work.” Since he was the only one standing, his teasing was poignant. He eased out of Stephanie’s pussy, leaving her bereft and making her wish they could stay in bed all day. As he removed the plug from her ass, she squirmed.

  Lately all she could think about was sex. Was it because the relationship was so new or was there more to it than that? Perhaps she’d been more submissive and it wasn’t until she agreed to transition to the lifestyle full-time that she blossomed sexually.

  The twinge of submissiveness she’d felt over the years had always been tamped down as deviant and absurd. Now she couldn’t imagine why she’d denied herself this level of pleasure. It had all worked out for the best, however. She wouldn’t have had Aiden and Dane in her life as her Doms if she’d acted on any interest in submission before meeting them.

  As Dane padded toward the bathroom, Aiden lifted Stephanie off him and settled her on her feet next to the bed as he sat. A mixture of all three of their orgasms coated her belly and legs, making her grateful to hear the sound of the shower.

  Without a word, she turned to the bathroom, Aiden right behind her.

  She stepped into the warmth of the cascading water, playfully shoving Dane out of the stream so the waterfall could run down her body.

  Dane merely chuckled.

  Tender and intimate minutes passed as both men washed her, careful not to cause her any discomfort in her most sensitive areas.

  Pampered. That’s how they made her feel when they were making love to her. The shower was an extension of their sex, flowing beautifully from the orgasm in the bedroom to the warm water.

  When they were satisfied with her cleanliness, they motioned for her to step out. She waited on the rug for them to finish, not having permission to dry off.

  The slight chill of the room was welcome against her heated skin. For several moments she watched as her men stared into each other’s eyes, even setting their foreheads together and gripping each other as though distressed. Whatever was happening between them, they shared only silent communication.

  As quickly as they succumbed to their silent connection, they physically shook it off and hustled to finish washing. They flipped the water off, drying, dressing and caring for her in the manner they enjoyed.

  Neither spoke as they helped her into a skirt and blouse, similar to what she’d worn to the restaurant yesterday only this time the skirt was white and the blouse was pale pink.

  Dane stepped behind her and combed out her hair.

  In a moment he set the brush aside, divided her hair into three sections from behind and braided the unruly curls into submission. Much like he was doing with her heart.

  Aiden put a long scarf over her shoulders as he had yesterday and nodded toward the bedroom door.

  In record time they left the apartment, exited the building and stepped into the afternoon sun.

  As they reached the restaurant, Aiden turned to her. “Ladies first.” He opened the front door and swept his hand to indicate she should enter before him.

  She squinted into the dim light of the reception area. Like yesterday, there were employees milling about, but few of them paid much attention to her except to nod and smile. At least none of them looked at her strangely. She prayed her secret back-room sexcapades were just that, secret.

  As soon as Aiden shut the door to the office, leaving Stephanie inside working, he slumped against the wall. “I felt so guilty after we made love to her.”

  Dane leaned against the huge counter and crossed both his legs and arms. Aiden watched a shiver run down him as though he were chilled. “No shit. I felt like a heel. It was such an intimate, intense experience and it seemed afterward as though we’d lied to her.” He ducked his head.

  “It’s not a lie, exactly.”

  “No, but same as. I’m scared out of my mind about her reaction when she finds out we kept such personal, private details about her life from her. I get it that Jason didn’t want to rock the boat and tamper with her delicate emotional state this week. I understand why he’d want to be the one to tell her. And I agree it could be more than she can handle right now. But I feel selfish at the same time.” Dane scuffed at the tile floor with his front leg as though there were a smudge that needed removing.

  Aiden doubted he even realized what he was doing. He groaned softly, agreeing with his partner. Keeping secrets wasn’t how he wanted to start any relationship, especially one as important to him as this one.

  He offered a silent prayer that she would forgive them and understand their motives behind waiting.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Uneventful. That’s how Stephanie would describe the evening. And she was glad for the reprieve. She stared at the ceiling in the dim early-morning light, thankful both men were still sleeping at her sides. It gave her the opportunity to catch her breath before the intensity that was always Aiden and Dane.

  They’d left her alone to work last night. At least mostly. They did check on her several times, assuring that she sat correctly in the chair, ate dinner, had ample opportunity to use the restroom.

  Other than that neither of them asked much of her emotionally. And when they’d gotten home, they’d allowed her to sleep in the bed and not hassled her with punishments.

  She smiled. She’d needed the break.

  Stephanie stretched he
r arms over her head. Her body felt fantastic. She was rested. Naked. But still…

  When she closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing deeply, a hand landed on her belly. “You’re up,” Dane mumbled. His deep voice was distinct from Aiden’s, especially first thing in the morning. She opened her eyes to see the top of his head, a mess of dark hair that begged to have her fingers running through it.

  She indulged, biting her lip, uncertain how the gesture might be received.

  His hair was so soft and he didn’t balk. In fact, he set his head on her chest and let her stroke him. She’d never been given the privilege of such exploration with either man.

  When something wet hit her nipple, she realized he was licking her.

  She paused, her hand tangling in his hair and gripping his head.

  His low chuckle relaxed her. He wasn’t angry. He’d given her silent permission to touch him and she wasn’t going to turn it down.

  As much as Stephanie wanted to concentrate on playing with Dane’s hair and relaxing next to him, it didn’t last long. She couldn’t think straight with his mouth so close to her nipple. The man distracted her.

  Soon Aiden joined the task. His lips curled around her other nipple and sucked.

  Stephanie moaned. Was this real? Two of the hottest, sexiest men on the planet both worshipping her naked body with their mouths? She squirmed, her ass rubbing against the silk sheets luxuriously.

  Her free hand landed on Aiden’s golden head. His hair was thicker and she couldn’t pull her fingers through the tresses as easily. It didn’t matter because all she knew was their lips, their tongues, their hot breath, hell even their moisture on her breasts.

  They each added a hand and molded and tweaked her until she switched from squirming to writhing. When she finally moaned in frustration, they eased up.

  No. Please don’t stop.

  “I love how your tits perk up when I lick them like this,” Aiden said as he swiped his tongue across her nipple as though enjoying an ice cream cone.

  Dane’s gravelly voice replaced Aiden’s. “Hell, you don’t even have to do that.” He squeezed her breast so it stood high and pointed out, and then he blew on the tip.

  Abruptly they both let go, leaving her bereft. Neither man touched her. They both scooted to their sides of the bed and got up.

  Stephanie sucked air into her deprived lungs and tried to orient herself with the loss. Her pussy leaked and begged for attention. She’d expected more.

  Instead, the men headed for the bathroom and the next thing she knew the shower was on. One of them even shut the door. What the hell?

  She flopped her arms back behind her on the bed. Disgruntled was too mild a term. What she really wanted to do was stick her itchy fingers between her legs and masturbate. How would they know?

  “Fuck,” she mumbled aloud. I would know and the guilt would eat me alive.

  She closed her eyes and thought about breathing—in, out, in, out. Anything to take her mind off her greedy clit, aching for attention.

  Had this been their plan? Get the submissive hot and bothered and leave her?

  If so, damn them. The ball of need in the pit of her stomach grew stronger every day. Even orgasms didn’t relieve the sensation. She craved cock. She wanted to be filled. Hell, at this point she wasn’t opposed to having sex with both of them at the same time. The idea intrigued her. She longed to know the sensation of having them both together.

  The bathroom door didn’t open for quite some time.

  Stephanie lay right where they’d left her, in the center of the bed, still naked, and now contemplating what was happening in the bathroom. She wasn’t stupid. Those horny bastards were having sex without her. She could even hear their groans.

  And she was not only expected to wait patiently, but to do so without touching herself.

  She was still frustrated when the guys returned to the room.

  Dane spoke from across the room, his back to her as he rummaged around in the armoire for something. “Baby, get in the shower. We have some plans for this morning.”

  Plans? Obviously not ones I’m privy to at the moment.

  Stephanie slid off the bed, leaving the warmth and comfort of delicious sheets. She padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Think of all the time I save in the morning not having to worry about taking my clothes off first. She squelched the thought. She doubted either man would find her private sarcasm so funny.

  The water was perfect. Warmth soaked into her skin as she stepped beneath the spray. She let the rivulets run down her body for several seconds before reaching for the shampoo. She didn’t want to risk anyone’s wrath from dawdling, but she also enjoyed the continued morning reprieve.

  Glancing at the bathroom through the open shower door, she saw Aiden watching her. He leaned against the counter, legs crossed, wearing low-slung worn jeans and nothing else. His bare feet and wide chest made her drool.

  If she could learn to control her body’s reactions… Geez. How’s a girl supposed to shower under such scrutiny?

  Hastily, she washed her body and flipped off the water, wishing for once she could stop time and let the water sluice over her skin for a while longer.

  Aiden pushed off the vanity and grabbed a washcloth on his way toward her. Without a word, he dried her thoroughly, including between her legs, and ushered her over to the bench seat.

  She was accustomed to this routine. Comb, blow dry, style… Minutes later, she was cleared for takeoff, at least that’s how she felt when the process ended. It seemed as though she was constantly whisked from one place to the next with no warning and little information about the landing-place, like a small prop plane led by remote control to unknown destinations.

  Dane stepped out from the closet, though she hadn’t seen him enter. He held a swath of black cotton material she assumed would be the bulk of today’s entertaining outfit. “Lift your arms, baby.”

  She did, and the dress was pulled over her head and down her body. It was little more than a short tank dress, the top tight and leaving nothing to the imagination. She glanced around for a scarf, though she doubted somehow she was going to have luck in that department this morning.

  The serious nature of whatever was about to transpire made her nervous.

  Dane tugged on the cotton material of the bodice, adjusting it to his satisfaction around her breasts. He even plumped them as though that would make a difference. He swatted her hands out of the way and smoothed his palms down the sides until he reached the edge.

  When he stood back and then stepped behind her, she didn’t move a muscle.

  Dane laid his fingers on her ass and grazed them down to the bottom of the dress as though testing the length. It barely covered her butt cheeks and she was now well aware of that fact.

  “Let’s eat breakfast,” he declared, motioning she should lead the way from the room.

  Aiden was already in the kitchen. The toaster popped up. The room smelled of coffee. “Sit.”

  She pulled the stool out from the island. They had a routine of eating breakfast at the island. She sat smoothly on the seat, careful to pull the bottom inch of the dress out from under her. She placed her feet on the rungs as she’d been taught, legs spread wide.

  Aiden set a cup of coffee in front of her and then a bowl of fruit and a bagel slathered with cream cheese.

  “Look, you can cook,” Dane teased.

  “Ha ha.” Aiden swatted at him with a towel. “I’m great at pulling fruit salad from the fridge and pushing that little button on the toaster. Thank God you showed me how to use that neat invention, otherwise I’d have spent hours trying to get the bread warm.”

  “Oh, and he’s sharp and witty this morning too.” Dane took the stool next to Stephanie and pulled a plate toward him.

  Aiden leaned on the island and focused on Stephanie. “Here’s what we’re going to do this morning. We’ve discussed this in great detail and Dane and I think it would be good for you.”

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  Aiden raised an eyebrow. “Are you questioning me already?”

  She shook her head, realizing she had already been shaking it subtly to the right and left. “No, Sir. I’m sure whatever you have planned is perfect.”

  “Good. We scheduled a photo shoot for you. Steve Walsh happens to be a photographer. He has a studio in his basement and he does excellent work. We reserved a sitting for this morning.” Aiden smiled as though this were a normal everyday thing to do.

  Stephanie nearly choked on the bite in her mouth. A photo shoot. She lost her appetite…set her fork down…took a sip of coffee.

  “Finish your breakfast,” Dane said. He nodded at her plate and took another huge bite of his own bagel. “I hate it when you don’t eat enough. It worries me.”

  Stephanie forced another bite into her dry mouth. She couldn’t taste anything. She chewed for the sake of chewing and swallowed. She knew instinctively when they said photo shoot, they meant nude. And she wasn’t ready for nude pictures.

  She swallowed another tasteless bite of bagel, silently choking back her concerns and even the edge of tears.

  Dane didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he chose not to comment. That didn’t settle any better with her. “Go brush your teeth,” he urged when her plate was empty.

  She slid from the stool and padded from the room. For once she was concerned about their decision. She truly didn’t believe she could go through with this. She repeated her safe word in her mind. Red. I could use it. She cringed. She didn’t want to need it, but she hoped to God they would respect her decision if she ever did.

  They pulled up at Steve’s at nine o’clock. It was early. But she realized her Doms were on a weird schedule since they worked hard during lunch and dinner. All their play and errands occurred earlier in the day and between the meal shifts.

  Steve opened the door before they even reached the steps. “Good morning.” She’d learned from both previous times she’d met him that he had a jovial personality.

  He opened the door at his back and held it for the three of them to pass. “Stephanie, you look fantastic. I love how your hair lays. You’re going to look smashing in pictures.”