Bound to be Taken (Emergence) (15 page)

A what? What the fuck is a spreader bar?
She was not about to ask. It couldn’t be good.

She stepped out with one foot.

“I think you should over-compensate today, under the circumstances. Prove to us you get the idea by spreading wider than normally required.” Aiden nudged her legs wider with his knee. “Good. Like that. We won’t always insist on such a wide stance, but until you learn…”

Both men circled her, their gazes penetrating her every pore. She felt lightheaded under their watchful eyes. Why were they doing all this? It was beyond the necessary. Surely she knew enough already to assume the sub role for them Friday night. They didn’t need to challenge her further. Maybe they recognized her intense desire to let them control her. The thought frightened her. She hadn’t verbalized her love for this role playing yet, but even without telling them, they seemed to know.

Dane came up behind her and gathered her hair toward the nape of her neck. He secured it with a hair band. Did he carry one in his pocket? “We want to see your face when you sub. It makes you more vulnerable.”

It seemed as if several minutes ticked by before Aiden spoke again.

“You didn’t shave.”

“No, Sir. But I trimmed. I didn’t have enough time. I wasn’t sure…”

“I know that was a difficult request for you. In the future, do as you’re told or give us a reasonable explanation as to why you can’t complete a task. Understood?”

Fuck.
Cream leaked onto her thigh. She shivered.

“Understood?” Dane repeated Aiden’s question.

“Yes, Sir.”

“So when we asked you to shave you should have said what you were thinking right then. Always tell us what’s bothering you. No secrets. If you had provided a good reason you would be unable to perform the task, we would have worked with you. Say, for example you were afraid you would cut yourself. We would have taken care of the shaving for you. Not having enough time isn’t a legitimate excuse. Nor is it acceptable to ignore a request. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“It would have been more pleasant for you if you had either shaved yourself or asked us to do it. Since you did not, we won’t make the hair removal very enjoyable this time.” Aiden reached between her legs as he finished speaking and swiped a finger through her pussy.

Stephanie nearly shot off at the contact. It was all she could do to remain in position. She didn’t even have a second to ponder what the hell he’d meant by his last words. What could be enjoyable about shaving one’s private regions?

A second swipe by Dane made her gasp. “Babe, you are so fucking wet.” He licked his finger right in front of her face, sucked the digit and let it pop out of his mouth. “Mmm. You’re delicious.”

She shuddered and lowered her gaze. Hopefully they didn’t notice the infraction.

Aiden nodded agreement, though she could barely see his upper body.

“Everything all right in there?” Leon’s voice yanked Stephanie from her position. She flung her arms down instinctively.

“Yep,” Aiden said. “We’re just getting started.”

“Well, I have a few outfits for you. I’ll just hang them over the top.” Leon’s shoes clacked on the hardwood floor of the hall as he walked away.

Dane soothed her from behind, his mouth close to her ear. “The door’s locked, you know. No one’s going to see you but us.”

Stephanie breathed deep.

Aiden held out the black lace delicates on one finger. “You’ve broken form, but we’ll let it slide since it’s time to try on clothes. Normally, one of us will say ‘at ease’ when you are allowed to break form. Put these on. I love a woman in black lace. It’s sexy as hell.”

Stephanie tentatively took the tiny garments from his finger. She stepped into the panties hastily, realizing they were little more than an elastic band. Her hand shook. In a moment the panties would be wet. “They don’t let people ‘try on’ panties…Sir.”

Dane ran his hand over her hip. “We know that. There was never any doubt they would fit and we would buy them. But I sure love seeing you in them.” He nibbled her shoulder. “Perfect. You look splendid in a thong. From now on, if you’re wearing panties, only choose from the selection we approve.”

Next, she pulled the straps of the bra up her arms and clasped the front hook into place.

“Lovely. Look at the difference.” Aiden spun her around so she faced the mirror. What she saw made her gasp. Her breasts were pushed high on her chest by the perfect-fitting pushup bra. The delicate cups were more of a shelf than meant to provide any real coverage. Her nipples were clearly visible and only marginally covered by the open lacy material.

Her gaze roamed down to her thong. The sides were high and only a thin triangle of material covered her clit. The pubic hair she hadn’t shaved looked absurd in contrast.

Dane reached around her from behind and smoothed his palms over her stomach until he covered the lace between her legs. “These aren’t really meant to provide any real protection. Usually we’ll expect you to go bare under your dresses and skirts, but sometimes we’ll want you to wear the thongs just to increase your sensitivity. I know the material will rub against your clit and stimulate you. The thin strap running between your cheeks will make you aware of your ass.”

Usually.
Both men continued to speak as though this arrangement were permanent, not simply role playing.

While he spoke, he ran both pointers under the lace and traced her vulva. “Your pussy lips should hang out the sides.” He broke contact and she nearly fainted. So much teasing. So little relief. She whimpered.

Both men ignored her.

Aiden spoke next. “Let’s try this dress.” She turned back around and found him holding up a classy black dress. The silk material looked so soft, and she knew it would hug her body to perfection.

“Lift your arms, babe.” Dane ran his hands up her torso, guiding her.

Aiden slid the dress over her head and it fell into place, forming to her body as though it were custom made just for her.

“God, that’s hot.” Dane turned her around again.

Wow. She didn’t even look like herself. The dress was just this side of decent. The skirt short enough she would give anyone a show if she bent over, but long enough it covered her ass cheeks. Spaghetti straps held the dress in place, but they were so delicate, she could imagine them easily snapping. The front of the dress nestled around her breasts, making them look much larger than they were and presenting her with a cleavage so exposed, the shelf bra was barely covered. The slightest misstep on her part would cause a nipple to peek out.

She’d never felt so sexy in her life.

“How’s the little black dress?” This time it was Martin checking on them. Aiden stepped back and opened the door before she could protest.

It was sexy, but was it decent?

“Ah, my lovely. That is divine. You must have it. It was made for you.” Martin clapped his hands twice in front of his chest, his signature move. “How do you like the panty sets?” He motioned to those hanging on the door still.

Aiden answered. “They’re perfect. We’ll take them all. She’s wearing the black.”

“Fantastic.” Martin swooped them off the hook on the back of the door. “Anything else?”

“No, thank you, Martin. We’ll just try on a few more outfits and be done.” Dane squeezed Stephanie’s shoulder as he spoke. Her bare skin heated under his touch. “Can you do us a favor though? See if Molly has any availability next door, would you?”

“Of course.” Martin ducked out of the room after glancing at her with a cocky smile. Whatever Molly next door could do, it gave Martin the chuckles.

“Where on earth do you think I would ever wear this? It’s too much. After tomorrow night, I won’t have another use for it.” She loved it though. She’d never felt more alive than she did wearing it.

“Oh, babe,” Dane began, “this isn’t for tomorrow night. It’s just for any fun night out. Remember, we are going to a fetish shop for tomorrow night. We just stopped here to pamper you first.”

Right. Then why the dress? It wasn’t as though she could wear it Saturday night to the company party. No one would even know who she was.

Aiden held out another dress…and another, until the men had stripped her and re-adorned her so many times she lost count.

In the end, they settled on three dresses and three skirt combos. It would have been the shopping spree of a lifetime if she hadn’t spent the entire time so distracted by her increasing arousal.

The last outfit she put on they insisted she wear. A black camisole with a colorful silk skirt. The delicate material was so thin, she could barely feel it fluttering around her naked ass. And it reached only long enough to be considered decent.

Three pairs of dainty heels joined the pile of clothes, one of which she wore with the final outfit. Apparently stockings were out of the question. They liked her legs bare.

Dressed as she was, when they walked out of the fitting room, if she hadn’t looked down, she wouldn’t have known she was wearing much of anything. The top and skirt were so light and unnoticeable. Only the shelf bra caught her attention, the lace edges rubbing against her nipples every time she moved. The presence was maddening and titillating at the same time.

Aiden carried the bags as they headed out of the boutique. “Did you get in touch with Molly next door, Martin?”

“Oh yes. Indeed. She’s expecting you.” Martin grinned wide and winked at Stephanie as they left the shop.

Chapter Nine

A bell chimed over the door when Aiden held it open for Stephanie, and then Dane, to pass through. The tingly noise was followed by the soft voice of the woman who approached them from behind the desk. “Aiden, it’s been a while.” She kissed him on both cheeks.

Stephanie watched as the woman held his biceps with one hand and gazed at him from top to bottom. “You look well. As do you, Dane.” A chill climbed up Stephanie’s spine as she watched the woman ogle her men, ignoring her completely.
Her men? Jesus.

“We are well, Molly. Thanks for asking. And thanks for seeing us on such short notice. I hope we didn’t upset your schedule too much?” Aiden held Stephanie’s hand, but he seemed to keep her right behind him. A flush crossed her chest as she pondered her position in this relationship.

“No problem at all.” She smiled. Though Stephanie tried to not look her in the face. After all, the woman was obviously interested in Aiden and Dane.

Stephanie glanced around the room. The salon was bright and inviting, spacious with black leather seats each in their own cubicle. Unlike most salons she’d been to, each work station was sectioned off on three sides, with short walls extending out from the mirrored side. The effect made each station more private. Whatever was discussed in each cubicle was not quite privy to anyone else, unless the client happened to be rather loud.

Molly continued, “Martin tells me you’ve gotten a sub.”
Holy fuck!
The woman was referring to her. Did everyone on the planet need to know this?

“Yes. Well, she’s new, not just to us, but to the lifestyle. She’s in the early stages of training, so forgive her if she doesn’t know quite all the etiquette yet. We’ll be coaching her a bit as we go along.” Aiden didn’t even glance her way as he spoke of her as though she were a commodity instead of a human…or worse, a pet that needed reprimanding occasionally.

She’d completely forgotten she was to be in sub role all day today. After the initial delay in the fitting room, the men had allowed her to behave relatively normally, with the exception of dressing and undressing her repeatedly themselves as though she were a doll.

“Fantastic. Follow me.” Molly strode through the salon with her head held high, tossing a few brief words to some of the other employees as she went by them. When they reached the last cubicle, she motioned toward the seat. “Have her sit here, if you would. My partner, Tina, will be right with you. She’s fantastic. You’ll love her work.”

Stephanie clenched her jaw.
Have her sit here? I’m not a dog.

Dane took her free hand and led her to the chair. “Climb up.” He helped her into the seat, whisking her skirt out of the way just as her ass hit the leather so that her bare cheeks hit the chair.

She gasped. “Dane.” She lifted her butt off the cool seat.

He pressed her thighs down. “This is how you will always sit, with your ass against the chair and your legs spread open.” He nudged her knees apart with his hands. “Your fourth position. Sit. Back straight, head level, eyes cast down, knees apart so your pussy is always open and available to us.”

Sit?
She
was
a dog now. Stephanie stiffened, but did as he said, well aware of her pussy leaking against the leather at his words. He’d done it again. Pushed her buttons beyond her comfort zone and made her hornier than ever. She glanced down at her lap. Her skirt wasn’t long enough to completely cover her. The fullness of the silk lay draped between her legs, bumping against her thong. It would get wet in no time if anything rubbed her crotch.

She glanced up at Aiden. “Molly knows?” Mortification filled her.

“Of course. That’s how we know her. She’s an instructor where we’ve been taking classes. She’s a Domme herself.” Aiden narrowed his gaze at her. “We got lax in the fitting room with you. You need to resume your role.”