Bound to be Taken (Emergence) (17 page)

Dane instructed her further. “Lift your skirt, babe, so I can see your smooth pussy… There. God, you’re sexy. Do you have any idea what you do to us?”

To them? What about what they did to her?

Aiden cleared his throat and glanced at her in the rearview mirror. “Go ahead, Steph. Play with your clit. Get yourself off before we get to the fetish shop.”

She let her head flop back onto the seat and her fingers went to work dancing over her cleanly shaved skin. So smooth. It felt as if she were touching someone else’s pussy. Letting herself go, she flicked her clit over and over with one pointer. With the other hand, she pushed three fingers inside herself and angled them to reach her G-spot. She bucked her ass off the seat and stiffened her legs as she got closer to orgasm. It didn’t take long. Within minutes she came, hard and fast, but not hard enough. She needed something larger inside her.

As she slowed her fingers and lowered her hips, Dane spoke again. “Lick your fingers, babe. Clean them off in your mouth. Taste yourself.”

She released her clit, pulled out of her pussy and did as he said. She tasted salty, but not bad. She licked each finger individually, sucking them into her mouth and releasing them with a teasing pop as she let her gaze lift to Dane’s face. Maybe, just maybe, he would consider fucking her if she enticed him enough.

The car stopped as soon as she finished sucking her fingers. Aiden twisted in his seat to see her. “I almost came in my pants when you did that. Next time I’ll stop the car. And don’t think we didn’t notice you teasing us with all that sucking. If you want something to suck on so bad, we’ll be more than happy to oblige.”

In a flash he was out of the car and opening her door for her. Something had backfired.
No, no, no. I wanted you to put your cock inside my pussy, not my mouth.
They’d misread her intentions.

Dane reached in and handed her the thong from his pocket. “Here. You’re going to want this.” He nodded at her lap and she squirmed around in the seat to wiggle herself into the strip of lace. She cringed when she situated it over her pussy lips. It did abrade a bit. But he was probably right. She’d feel minutely less naked in the store wearing the thong.

They’d parked behind a strip mall. The building had several businesses. A realtor and an accountant flanked the door they headed toward. She almost giggled. How contradictory.

When they stepped inside, Stephanie gasped. This wasn’t like any kind of shop she’d ever been in to pick up a sex toy or two. Nope. This was way classier, if that was the right term. The lighting and displays were far beyond the racks and hooks she’d seen in the past.

“Let’s look around a bit first.” Aiden set his palm on her arm and grazed his hand down until he entwined their fingers together. The act was so casual…for him.

A warmth spread through her body. She felt like a doted-on girlfriend. Doubly doted on she realized when Dane set a palm on her lower back.

“Dane? Aiden? Is that you I hear out there?” The deep male voice came from the rear of the store just before a man popped out to greet them with a huge, genuine smile.

“Deidrick.” Aiden shook the man’s hand.

He was older, maybe forty-five. His thick dark hair had streaks of gray running through it in some places. He was also tall, maybe six four, and built like a body-builder.
This man owns a fetish shop?

Seemed more likely she would encounter him at one of those warrior dashes where everyone had to climb through mud and jump over fire and obstacles to get to the finish line.

“You must be Stephanie.” He took her hand in his warm one and squeezed, his eyes making direct contact with her. Curious. Obviously he wasn’t another one of the instructors at Aiden and Dane’s school for the sexually dominant.

“You’re as pretty as they said. What can I get for you today?”

Stephanie didn’t even know how to answer. Luckily, Dane saved her. “We need something she can wear tomorrow night to a fetish party.”

“Great. I’m sure we can find something. Size six?” Damn he was good. Everywhere they went people guessed her size.

Stephanie nodded.

“Look around.” Deidrick turned to one side, still talking over his shoulder. “I’ll grab a few suggestions.”

Dane grabbed her arm and guided her to a row of sex toys. She wasn’t a toy virgin. Hell, she had several of her own, but it was weird staring at them with a man by her side—a man she desperately wished would fuck her right there right now. Damn the consequences.

Her ears heated as he picked up item after item. Some he held on to; others he put back. She tried not to pay too much attention to his selections since the idea alone would make her even hornier.

Why didn’t two orgasms in less than half an hour take the edge off? She still needed both men as badly as before. She glanced from one to the other. It heightened her arousal just to think of one of them watching while the other one fucked her. Her internal groan rumbled in her lower extremities. The burn around her sex had not subsided.

“Come on back,” Deidrick shouted.

Dane guided her toward the rear of the store, reminding her of the last shop they’d been in. It was like a déjà vu. New store, new fitting room. Same two men ogling her as she tried on clothes.

Same cream dripped down her thighs as she silently begged them to take her against the wall.

Deidrick held open a door and ushered them inside. The room wasn’t as big as the one at the boutique, but still large enough for all of them to fit. On one wall there were hooks with various garments hung on them. One wall was solid mirror. The difference was the raised platform in the middle. Geez.

A surprise lurked around every corner today.

Deidrick shut the door—with him inside. What now? “Kick off your heels and step up on the dais, Stephanie. I’ll get a few measurements for the other things you need and then let you try some things on.”

Other things? Her mind swam with the possibilities. Most of which she didn’t want to consider.

Stephanie stepped out of her heels and climbed onto the platform. The carpet felt soft against her feet. Thank God for small favors.

Dane stepped up next to Stephanie, surprising her with his nearness. “Lift your arms, babe.”

Holy Mother of God.
He whipped her camisole over her head in a flash of fabric and then unzipped her skirt and let it pool on the floor.

As good as completely naked, Stephanie fought with everything she had not to cover herself from the man approaching her nonchalantly with a tape measure. As if Deidrick did this sort of thing every day, he simply commented on the fine weather lately as he closely scrutinized her entire body from the bottom up.

Now she understood why Dane had given her the thong.

“Standing position, Steph,” Aiden said. “Let Deidrick get a good look at you and take some measurements so we can get just the right items.”

Stephanie lifted her arms with more reluctance than she’d felt all day. She looked at Deidrick who was all business, his eyes narrowed, scribbling notes on a small pad. He’d tucked the measuring tape under his arm.
They aren’t sharing you with Deidrick. Get a grip. This is a professional transaction. Not a gang bang.
She took deep breaths, lowered her gaze, spread her legs.

“Wider,” Dane commanded, his voice louder than necessary. Deidrick paid him no attention. “You know this. How is Deidrick going to measure you properly if you have your legs squeezed together?” His tone was harsher than she’d ever heard. Of course it was an infraction they’d already warned her about numerous times.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Aiden hand Deidrick a piece of paper. “Here’s a list. If you could just gather these things up front?”

“No problem.” Deidrick tucked the list into his pocket, made a few more notations and set the pad down to lift the tape measure.

It wasn’t as bad as she expected. He was thorough, but professional. Starting at the top, he measured her around her chest, above her breasts, across her breasts and under her breasts. He paused now and then to scribble numbers on his pad on the floor. Next, her waist, her hips, her legs from the outside of her hip to the floor. Her upper thighs. Why did he need measurements of her thighs?

When he reached between her legs to hold the tape from her pussy to the floor, she flinched but held as steady as possible. His fingers would be wet from brushing against her soaking thong, but he didn’t comment.

When he stood, he stared for a moment at her breasts as they heaved in front of her. He wrapped the tape measure around the circumference and then from the nipple to the bottom of each one.

With his lips pursed, he analyzed her neck and face, managing to seemingly never look her in the eye. She was a mannequin. A robot. Or just an object of art that needed adornment in his mind.

He measured her neck, her head and then he finally spoke. “Open your mouth for me, Stephanie, as wide as you can.”

My mouth?
What the hell could he possibly need to see into my mouth for?

Deidrick held her cheek out with one hand and then measured the width of her lips both across and from top to bottom. “Got it. That’s all.” He turned to Aiden and Dane and stepped off the platform. “I’ll grab the things on your list. You let me know if you need any more items to try on.”

He left. The door closed with a snick. And Stephanie released a breath. Holy fuck. Could this day get any weirder? It was equally the most peculiar day as well as the most erotic in history. Anyone’s history.

Dane grabbed a black leather—something—from a hanger on the wall and said, “This is my favorite. Aiden?”

“I totally agree.” Aiden took it from him and held it up. “Was eyeing it the entire time.” He smiled at Dane. “At ease, Steph. Let’s try it.”

Let’s.
In her mind the word sounded very sassy. She grinned inside her head thinking they at least couldn’t take away her thoughts.

The dress, if you could call it that, was wrapped around her from behind. Dane held it in place while Aiden zipped up the front. The leather material was so soft it felt like a second skin. It fit to the contours of her body perfectly. The zipper came up the center to just under her breasts. Then Aiden laced the section between her cleavage like a shoe and tied a bow at the top.

“It doesn’t work with the bra,” he said. He untied the bow and let the front hang open. A quick pop of the clasp and her breasts were freed from the shelf. He tossed the bra on the ground and then laced the center again. He stepped back.

Dane came around front, adjusting his crotch. His face was white. His lips parted. “You are by far the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Lift your arms. Assume the standing position so we can make sure nothing hangs out.”

She raised her hands and clasped them behind her neck. She even remembered to spread her legs this time. She doubted the tight leather covered her ass. She glanced down to see if her nipples were sticking out the top. Barely covered. Just barely.

“Turn around, but keep your arms up.” Aiden approached. “Look at yourself.” He held her hair back from her face.

She stared at the woman in front of her, unrecognizable. She shifted her gaze to Aiden after a moment. He leaned over her from behind, kissed her neck, licked behind her ear. With his fingertips, he reached under her arms and grazed the swell of her breasts on both sides. “So fucking hot, Steph.” His voice was harsh.

His fingers dragged down her body until they reached the hem. He flicked them under the bottom and tweaked her ass cheeks. “So sexy. I’m gonna come in my pants.”

“I think she owes us an orgasm or two.” Dane approached from the front. “Have you ever given a blowjob, babe?”

She shook her head and licked her lips. She’d never wanted anything more in her life. Perhaps it was the warming ointment on her pussy, or the way the dress made her feel like a sex goddess, or the way they both looked at her as if she hung the sun and the moon. Whatever the case, she wanted their cocks in her mouth. Both of them.

“We don’t want to pressure you, Steph.” Aiden set his palm on her shoulder and met her gaze in the mirror. “Say the word and we’ll back off. It’s totally your choice. We can also get each other off. It’s just that I’ve been craving your lips around my length since we left the apartment.”

She nodded again.

“Tell us verbally, Steph. What do you want to do?” Aiden let go of her and came around to face her.

“I want to take you in my mouth. Both of you,” she murmured.

She glanced from Aiden to Dane, who groaned and popped the button of his fly. “First position, babe. You’ll have to be submissive or we’ll shoot off too quick if you touch us.”

Stephanie lowered to the ground, spread her knees and locked her hands behind her back.

Dane was quicker than Aiden. His cock popped free so fast, she hadn’t even blinked. “Keep your hands behind your back, babe. I’m not kidding. I’ll control this. Not you. Just open your mouth and let me do the work.”

Stephanie complied, her mouth watering. His dick was huge. Very thick. She didn’t know if she could take him into her mouth, let alone her pussy. A line of her arousal ran down her thigh like a teardrop. She ached to clench her legs together to put pressure on her clit, but she was forbidden.