Bound to be Tamed: Emergence, Book 2 Page 6

  Dane tipped his head back and moaned. “Oh God. It’s so much more intense with her watching.”

  That was an understatement.

  Aiden had stared at her precious startled face while Dane had sucked him off in no time. He didn’t need the reminder.

  Dane stiffened and held his cock firmly. His orgasm shook his entire frame as pulses of his come shot out onto the mat.

  Stephanie watched, keeping her hands on her thighs, gripping them actually, until Aiden was sure little half-moons would appear on her skin when she released.

  When it was over and both parties stared at each other, breathing heavily, Aiden padded from the room and returned with a damp cloth. He wiped off Dane’s hands and then swiped up the come from the mat. “Tuck yourself back in there, Dane.” Dane would be fidgeting the rest of the day with that ointment on his cock and balls.

  Aiden snatched up the tube and set it next to Stephanie. “If Dane has to suffer all evening, you do too.”

  He walked away, leaving her to ponder that statement while he rid himself of the cloth. When he returned, she hadn’t moved. “Lie back down in the present position, little sub.” He watched her face as he called her that term of endearment again. A flicker of a smile rose on one side of her mouth. She liked it.

  She obeyed. When her legs splayed open, Aiden stepped over her center, straddling her from above across her torso. He grabbed the tube and popped it open. “I want you to put this on yourself now and at the end of this session.” He squeezed a line of the lube onto his finger and held it out for her. “This much. Not less. Be generous. It’s the only way for it to be truly effective.”

  She raised an eyebrow in question.

  He didn’t answer her.

  When her mouth opened, he chided, “Eh. No questions. This isn’t a chat session. It’s a command. We aren’t in discussion or negotiation mode right now, and frankly you have so many strikes against you today, I’d suggest you hold your tongue as often as possible.”

  When he was sure he had her attention and her mouth closed and pinched shut, he leaned down and tapped one pebbled tit with the ointment and then the other. Stephanie gasped and bucked her chest upward. Her mouth fell open again, but not with intended speech this time.

  “Apply about that much to each nipple and then use your other hand to rub it into the tip.” He demonstrated, swirling around the areola and then pinching each tit in turn until the flesh poked forward, demanding more attention.

  “The rest…” Aiden held up his finger, “…you’ll spread on your clit and through the folds of your pussy.” He took a few shuffling steps backward and leaned down to touch her clit briefly and then her open sex.

  “Oh God,” she uttered, completely unaware of her indiscretion. Her legs shook. Her hands gripped her thighs tight. She moaned. “Please…” The word trailed off, desperation ringing in the tone.

  When Aiden stepped away from her, she slumped her rigid body into the mat.

  Her glazed eyes met his, her bottom lip tucked in between her teeth. She pleaded with her gaze, but he wasn’t about to bend.

  “You’ll practice with the Ben Wa balls for one hour starting now. One of us will text you when the time is up. The goal is longevity. Hold the balls longer each time you put them in. Count so you’ll know you’re improving. If you get dry, lick the balls each time they fall out. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She didn’t look him in the eye. He didn’t blame her.

  “In one hour, we’ll let you know what we expect next. Keep in mind, your morning will be spent studying; your evenings will be spent on physical tasks.”

  She opened her mouth but held her tongue.

  “Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. When will I work?” Aiden smiled. “Don’t worry. We’ll give you some instructions later and each day we’ll increase your responsibilities.”

  Aiden turned to Dane. “You have anything to add?”

  “Nope. You covered it. One of us will be checking on you periodically. Know we’ll be paying close attention while you practice. Don’t disappoint us.” Dane stared at her pointedly, not mentioning her nap this afternoon, but letting the thought of it hang in the air between all three of them.

  Aiden couldn’t process yet how they were going to punish her for falling asleep. It was going to be delicious, and she was going to love every moment while he and Dane teased her mercilessly before letting her slide over the edge.

  Chapter Six

  Stephanie shook uncontrollably. Whatever Aiden had spread on her pussy and tits set a fire to her, in a good way, but only if she were permitted to do something about it, which she wasn’t.

  She moaned as she climbed to the kneeling position after the men left the apartment. Did the cameras have speakers? “God, I hope not. If so, I’m doomed.”

  Legs spread, she pondered the idea of waiting five minutes to begin. Surely they weren’t watching her from their cell phones as they walked to the restaurant. On the other hand, she wouldn’t put it past them and she also had no idea if the surveillance was in real time or if they could rewind to watch her humiliate herself over and over.

  A low groan filled the room as she picked up the metal balls. It had to be her own voice. No one else was here. She shook her head.

  She carefully stuffed the spheres inside her, trying not to touch herself more than necessary. If she could do it with one hand for as long as possible, she would, in order to avoid contact with her lower lips and her poor clit.

  Before she could right herself, the balls fell out.

  “Fuck.” She reinserted them. And again. And again.

  Finally, she lasted maybe three seconds. And then four.

  She began to sweat. Earlier she’d been cold in this room. Now she concentrated so hard the temperature around her rose.

  If Aiden thought she would grow dry, he was crazy. She was sopping wet. No wonder the balls wouldn’t stay in. There was no traction.

  The metal clanked together as it hit the mat again. She glanced at the mocking shiny pieces of her demise and then at the camera. Were they watching?

  She inched her knees closer, hoping it wasn’t perceptible. Just a few inches. Enough to help her grip the fuckers.

  Again. This time she held them a moment longer. She repeated the process over and over, straining to use muscles she never knew she had.

  How much time had gone by? She hadn’t been given permission to check the clock, so she didn’t dare. As it was, she would be in for a long night of torture. Who knew how many points she would have in her naughty column before she fell asleep? The idea of being punished all evening made her hold her breath. Dane and Aiden’s idea of punishment meant hours of fondling her before they let her tip over the edge. She both craved and loathed the torment.

  Her nipples grew warmer. They begged for attention. She brushed her forearms over them as subtly as possible each time she leaned forward to reinstate the balls. The friction only made things worse. Her pussy dripped. A line of her arousal ran down both legs and onto the mat. The balls had spread the lube inside her and all around her lower lips. Any place Aiden had missed was covered now.

  Her clit throbbed, but she didn’t dare brush against it. That would lead to a point from which there would be no return.

  After hundreds of marginally successful insertions, the phone pinged.

  Stephanie exhaled and sat back on her heels, reaching for the cell.

  Aiden: You may stop. You did good. I’m proud of you. Of course, your success nearly doubled when you brought your knees closer, didn’t it?

  Fuck. He had been watching and he had noticed.

  She flushed hotly.

  The phone chimed again in her hand and she stared at the screen.

  Aiden: Use the restroom. Reapply the ointment. Eat the snack on the middle shelf in the fridge. Come back to the mat.

  That was it. So succinct.

  Stephanie took the lubricant to the bathroom with her. They didn’t say she couldn’t. S
he took care of business, cleaned herself up with flushable wipes behind the stool, and then spread another line of the oily substance on her nipples and all around her pussy. Why she was so generous when no one could see her, she had no idea.

  She was incapable of disobeying their orders. She was like a robot. They said jump, and she…stumbled over her two feet most of the time.

  Yogurt and crackers awaited her. She gobbled the welcome snack and returned to the mat. Now what?

  The damn phone buzzed again. That particular noise was going to drive her bananas.

  Dane: We want you to spend some time playing with your nipples. Assume position five and use both hands to rub, twist, pinch, pull, tug…whatever you can come up with. Keep them erect. Make yourself burn with need. Don’t touch yourself anywhere else. Don’t come. Just acquaint yourself with what feels good and keep them stiff.

  OhGodohGod. She was so high-strung right now she didn’t think she could do anything of the sort without making herself expire from arousal.

  As she dropped the phone to the side, she lay back and spread her legs open.

  The afternoon sun streamed through the window, forcing her to close her eyes against the glare.

  With her knees splayed wide, she teased her nipples into submission. On contact, she moaned and had to strain to keep herself flat on the mat. She wanted to lift her chest, but since it would only be into her own hands, the instinct was futile.

  She flicked both tits first. She’d never spent much time playing with her breasts. It didn’t get her off.

  Correction—it didn’t get her off before…

  The slippery lube made it easy to bring the tips to stiff peaks. And keeping them that way wasn’t a task either. She pinched them and learned she liked the pressure. She rubbed her knuckles over them and learned she enjoyed the abrasion. Before long, her pussy was leaking again and her legs were shaking. The need to close them and squeeze her sex between her thighs grew overwhelming.

  She concentrated on her fingers, trying to avoid the sensations traveling from her nipples to her pussy.

  Moaning filled the room again. Panting followed. Her heart pounded beneath her fingers. She could feel the pulse of it even in her breasts.

  Finally the phone beeped again.

  She released her tits, unsure if she was relieved or not.

  Dane: Head for the office. Take a seat at the desk. I’ve sent you an e-mail.

  An e-mail. How would she even access it?

  Her legs were jelly. She must have been holding them stiffly while she fondled herself. She staggered like a drunk woman to the office and sat at the desk. Naked was not how she normally did business.

  She remembered to spread her legs and found instructions in front of the keyboard. Everything she needed to access her new work e-mail and get into the business account. In addition, there were files stacked in the corner.

  They were prepared. She smiled as she read the e-mail and went to work, immensely grateful to do anything to avoid thinking about sex or her nudity.

  When a door opened, she jumped in her seat, her heart pounding until she reminded herself where she was.

  “We’re home.”

  Shit. Already? Was she supposed to have done something? She glanced at the time on the computer. It was nine thirty. Holy cow. She’d been in a zone.

  Aiden and Dane stepped into the office.

  “I didn’t realize how much time had gone by. I got busy.” She released the mouse and stood. “But it’s early for you to be home, isn’t it?”

  Dane nodded. “Others are closing for us.”

  “You’re a work horse,” Aiden said. “Once you got into the mode, you never looked up. You must be starving. We didn’t want to bother you. You had your mojo going.”

  Dane leaned over the desk. “Jesus. You did all this in one evening?”

  “I guess. Unless I’ve been sitting here two days instead of one.”

  He raised an eyebrow at her.

  “Sir,” she added.

  Dane smiled. “I made you food.” He held up a bag.

  The smells finally infiltrated her mind. Red sauce. Spices. Garlic. Her stomach growled.

  “Come on.” Dane nodded toward the door. “We need to feed you.”

  Stephanie rounded the desk and followed him down the hall to the kitchen. She sat on a stool at the bar when Aiden pulled it out, consciously setting her feet on the side rungs that lifted her knees and spread her thighs.

  Aiden nodded his approval.

  Dane opened the thick paper bag and began pulling out containers. The smells filled the room, making Stephanie’s mouth water. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he was the king of red sauce. She’d never grow tired of his Italian cuisine.

  Instead of offering her a plate and utensils, Dane arranged everything in front of himself on the opposite side of the island. He reached for a bottle of red wine and slowly unscrewed the cork while she watched. She knew it would be the best Cabernet she’d ever ingested because he’d chosen so many perfect blends since she’d known him.

  He poured just one wide glass and took a sip. Satisfied, he nodded as though giving himself assent over his good choice.

  She longed to taste that deep red beverage, preferably even from Dane’s lips, but she said nothing as he scooted the glass aside and continued to arrange the cartons in front of him.

  Aiden shocked her when he set his hands on her bare shoulders and rubbed the tight muscles. “Ah, hon. You did so well today. We’re super proud of you. Other than falling asleep earlier without permission, you really impressed us. We hope you learned some things about yourself. Did you grow aroused from the nipple play?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she murmured, concentrating on his hands as they worked their way down her shoulder blades, applying just the right amount of pressure to knead the tight muscles.

  As her eyes fluttered shut, she inhaled long and slow, relieving some of the day’s tension and breathing in the delicious scent of garlic, rosemary and basil. She let her head fall back against Aiden’s chest, but just as she relaxed into his touch, a sharp pinch to both her nipples at once brought her back to center.

  Dane leaned over the counter into her view. “I didn’t say you could take a nap. You shouldn’t be tired after the nice rest you had this afternoon.” He continued to flick his fingers over her now tight buds, grazing the sensitive tips and reminding her how she’d reacted to her own touch earlier. She wanted him to continue. Reach lower. Touch her everywhere.

  She completely forgot the meal on the island as Aiden resumed his massage and Dane fondled her chest. When she reached forward to grasp his wrists out of instinct, Aiden reprimanded her. “Uh uh. Put your hands down. In fact, if you can’t control them, grasp them behind your back.” He took both wrists in his grip and pulled them behind her. “Sit up straight. Keep your legs spread.”

  Stephanie shook as she obeyed. It wasn’t that either of them had forced her. Their actions were perfectly gentle. But she yearned to obey them, and need built up in her lower belly until she ached. Blood flowed to her pussy, making her surprisingly aware of her swollen sex. Her pulse throbbed a steady beat in her lower lips.

  Dane pinched her tits one last time and then leaned back to finish preparing food.

  “Good job, Steph. Hold that position while Dane feeds you.”

  Feeds me? She moaned low in her throat at the thought. Her arms shook and she squeezed one wrist with the opposite hand to keep steady.

  Aiden whispered, “It would be so much more sensual if we blindfolded you. The tastes—”

  She twisted his way and shot him a glare, narrowing her eyes. “No. You said I could have hard limits. That’s one.”

  “Okay.” He soothed her with a finger caressing down her cheek. “We’ll grant you that concession, but one of these days we want to know why you’re so opposed to covering your eyes. There must be a story behind it.”

  She bit her lip, hoping she didn’t have to go into detail about that
right now. She was so aroused and any mention of her childhood fear would obliterate her state of lust. She rather liked being aroused and prayed for once it would pay off this evening. It was high time someone fucked her. Perhaps if she was the model submissive this evening, they would feel obliged to reward her for good behavior.

  “Open your mouth, baby.” Her gaze shifted to Dane as he spoke in the deep, rough timbre she knew was reserved for when he was aroused.

  Good. She released the grip on her lower lip from her teeth and parted her lips to receive the first bite. Chicken Parmesan. The best she’d ever had. Tender breast meat covered in crispy breading and smothered with red sauce and mozzarella. He must have kept the parts separate in order for it to taste so fresh.

  Next he ripped off a bite of the garlic roll he held, the butter dripping down his fingers and making her lick her lips and open her mouth prematurely.

  Dane smiled at her as he proceeded at his own pace. “Hungry?” He didn’t wait for a response. “You’ll eat what I offer when I offer it. Don’t get greedy or I’ll stop.” He reached for her mouth and set the perfect bite of bread on her tongue. It nearly melted on contact. She tried to keep from moaning around the bite and waited patiently for the pasta he twirled around the fork.

  Finally he lifted the utensil again. Even the noodles tasted divine. Every individual spice and texture assaulted her senses. It was so erotic to be fed.

  The next flavor to round out the perfect balance was a sip of the wine he’d poured. He offered it to her, tipping the glass just the right amount to allow her a drink. Before setting it down, he took a long draw of the delicious wine himself. “Mmm, that’s good.”

  She watched as he savored the flavors on his tongue, swirling the beverage around in his mouth before swallowing. It was so fucking sexy the way he drank wine. As his Adam’s apple bobbed with the action of his throat, she wanted to know all the subtle nuances of the Cab herself. She vowed to ask him to teach her more about wine one day.

  She concentrated hard on Dane’s actions with the fork in his right hand, failing to pay attention to Aiden’s presence so close to her back. Suddenly he smoothed his hands down her shoulders and reached around to cup her heavy breasts with both hands. He held them, weighing them, for several moments, and then he began to stroke his thumbs over the tips.