Bound to be Taken (Emergence) (2 page)

“There. That should cut down on some of the chatter.”

I’m so fucked…

“Now, where was I?” Dane snuggled down between Aiden’s knees and leaned his head against one thigh. “Oh right. I was admiring your package.” He stroked one finger around Aiden’s balls and up his shaft, so lightly Aiden could barely feel him. “Have I ever mentioned how fucking sexy you are? Especially when I take away your free will?”

It was hard to concentrate on what the man said. Aiden focused on a spot on the ceiling, a seam where two pieces of drywall met.

“I mean, just look at your cock.” Dane gripped the circumference in his fist, but not hard enough. “So thick and straight. Not many men have dicks this fine.” He slowly raised his hand up until the head popped out of his grip and bobbed against Aiden’s belly.

Ugh.
Aiden squeezed his eyes shut. If he could just concentrate on the feelings and tune out Dane’s sexy-as-hell words, maybe he could keep from embarrassing himself. His body stiffened and he gritted his teeth around the gag to gain some control.

Or not.

Dane continued, “The slit at the tip is all wet with your come. Are you that aroused already?” He gave a snort at the rhetorical question.

First off, Aiden couldn’t answer with the gag. And secondly, of course he was
that
fucking aroused already.

Dane licked through the slit on Aiden’s cock and smacked his lips as though he’d just tasted the best whipped cream of his life from the top of a sundae. “Hmmm… Spread your knees wider, babe.”

Aiden had gotten more flexible in the last few months since they’d been exploring this lifestyle. His legs hung open wider than they could have in his first thirty years.

The command coaxed another drop of come from his cock, enough that it dripped onto his stomach. He moaned around the gag and bit into the rubber again.

A pop filled the silence and Aiden flinched before he recognized the sound of the lube cap.
How many things came out of that drawer?

“Lift your hips.” Dane tapped the side of Aiden’s ass, a physical nudging that matched his words. It was something they’d learned recently. A slight tap that matched the command both emphasized the words and preempted the possibility that the sub didn’t obey because he hadn’t heard the instruction, either because his ears were covered, or because he was concentrating so hard on the arousal.

Aiden lifted. He wished BDSM 101 would stop its running reel in his head in the near future. Soon it would become second nature, and he wouldn’t analyze every fucking move.

Dane shoved a pillow under Aiden’s lower back, and within moments he was once again stroking his fingers over Aiden’s inner thighs, around his sac and down toward his ass.

“Relax, Aid. You’re so stiff.”

The pun didn’t go unnoticed. Aiden was wound tighter than ever.

A cool glob of lube landed directly on his hole and Aiden lifted off the pillow. “Umngh.”

“What’s that?” Dane chuckled as he pushed a finger inside Aiden and swirled it around to loosen up the entrance. “You want me to fuck you here?”

God yes.

“Like this?” He added a second finger and scissored them against Aiden’s prostate. “Or did you want my dick inside you?” The man’s breath kept wafting across Aiden’s thighs under his balls.

Aiden braced himself with his heels on either side of Dane’s body. He needed more.

As if Dane had read his mind, he climbed over Aiden and positioned himself at Aiden’s entrance. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna fuck you with my cock, fill you so full you can’t think. How does that sound?”

Aiden could only widen his eyes. He gripped down on the ball in his mouth again and prayed Dane meant
now
.

Blessed Mary, the man slammed into him in one firm stroke, filling Aiden and threatening to make him come before he could even take one breath. He’d been beyond ready. Even with just the one stroke over his cock, he’d been ready. Hell, he’d been needing Dane inside him since he’d felt the man’s tongue on his spine, dragging him out of his dream.

“Oh God. So tight. I love the way you feel around my cock.” Dane gritted his teeth and stared Aiden in the eye. “I love taking you like
this
.” He slammed in again, his last word coming out on an
umph
.

I’m gonna come…
There was no way to tell Dane that fact, but he didn’t need to. His body language would speak for itself.

Aiden arched his neck, tipping his head back and staring at the ceiling again to attempt to stave off his impending orgasm. Fuck, he preferred to make it last at least a few more minutes. Ever since they’d entered this world of dominance and submission, Aiden had been coming in half the time. Vanilla folk had no idea what they were missing out on.

Dane knew. Aiden always arched his neck right before he came. It must have been some sort of subconscious submission that he liked to expose his most vulnerable area to his partner at the moment of climax. There was nothing like having Dane nuzzle into the spot under Aiden’s chin. It gave him goose bumps every time.

“Un uh. Not yet. Don’t come.” Dane reached a hand between their bodies and squeezed Aiden’s cock.

Oh God.
He’d been so close. Too close for stopping. Almost painfully close. His dick pulsed in Dane’s hand as he continued to piston in and out of Aiden’s ass, maintaining a firm grip on his dick.
 

“You’ll come when I say so. Not before.” Dane’s voice was breathy, deep.

Aiden struggled to breathe through his nose. Didn’t Dane realize how very difficult it was to
not
come when specifically instructed? Yes, of course he did.

Breathe. In. Out. In. Think of anything other than the man whose length is pressing…right there.

Finally, Dane loosened his grip and stroked Aiden’s cock all the way over the tip and back down. Two strokes and Aiden groaned around the gag as he shot his come against both his stomach and Dane’s.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” Dane continued to press into Aiden’s ass, his thrusts growing faster as Dane stopped talking and held his breath.

While Aiden came down from his euphoria, he watched Dane’s face. He loved to watch his lover come. Watch his eyes roll back and his mouth fall open. Dane wasn’t as vocal as Aiden, but the look on his face, the flush in his cheeks, told Aiden everything he needed to know. One day, he intended to drag a full-out scream from the man.

Dane’s eyes fluttered shut and his mouth clamped down as he slammed in to the hilt and held steady. The pulsing of his cock deep inside Aiden made Aiden’s own dick stiffen again. Geez, he really needed to get a grip. How long was sex under these new “rules” going to be this good?

Dane collapsed on top of Aiden, the pressure welcome. God, he loved this man.

As if the effort took a great deal of energy, Dane reached up, nudged Aiden’s head, popped open the handcuffs and then unbuckled the ball gag. He didn’t even lift his head from Aiden’s shoulder as he did so.

Aiden pushed the rubber from his mouth and massaged his jaw. “That was intense.”

Dane sucked in deep breaths. “You aren’t kidding. I didn’t think I was going to last one thrust.”

“This decision was the best one we’ve ever made.” Aiden gripped Dane’s ass. His firm, muscular cheeks clenched.

Dane finally lifted his face. “The decision to fuck you senseless this afternoon or the decision to take classes in dominance and submission?” He smiled and Aiden melted a little more. The man was sexy as shit when he grinned like that. All coy and innocent.

“Watch it…” Aiden warned.

Dane batted his eyes. “What? You want to go for round two?”

Aiden swallowed.
Yes.
He knew Dane as horny as he was.

“’Kay, but let’s move to the shower. You got me all sticky.” Dane hadn’t even pulled his cock out of Aiden’s ass yet. And Aiden wasn’t complaining. “After I catch my breath.” He lay his head back down and breathed into Aiden’s neck. The bastard knew full well what that would do to Aiden’s libido.

“We need a date for Friday.” Aiden sighed. He’d give anything for them to be able to go to Steve’s fetish party. Unfortunately the club hosting the gig only permitted couples or single women on Friday nights—not single men without a date.

Steve had told them they’d get in if they had one woman between them, but not alone. Steve had his own sub. He couldn’t very well pretend to share her with three men. That wouldn’t be believable. Especially since Aiden and Dane had barely even met Sheila in passing.

“You gonna pull one out of your ass?” Dane chuckled as he withdrew from said ass and plopped onto his back.

“Hardy har har. How long has it been since we had a soft woman between us?”

“Too damn long, that’s for sure.” Dane groaned. “I miss it.” He glanced at Aiden. “Don’t get me wrong. I love the relationship you and I have, but ever since we decided to give this new lifestyle a try, I’ve been hoping we might find a third to complete the deal, you know?”

“Don’t I. This arrangement…” Aiden motioned back and forth between them with a hand, “…is fantastic. Switching with you for the top gets me so horny I can’t breathe, but it would be so cool to explore the role of us both being Doms to one sub. I crave it. And it makes me feel guilty, frankly. I mean how many people get what we have in their entire lives and I’m so greedy I want more.”

Dane grinned. “We are greedy, that’s for sure.”

An idea flashed through Aiden’s mind. “How about that woman from the tenth floor?”

“The stuffy one with the matronly skirts and sweaters? Are you serious? She’s never even looked at us.” Dane glanced at Aiden from the side.

Aiden propped himself up on one elbow. “Oh, don’t give me that shit. I’ve seen you staring at her. She’s fucking hot under those layers of clothing, and you know it. Plus, I’ve never seen her with a man, so I’m betting she’s single.”

“You’re right. I’ve watched her fidgeting under my gaze. She glances at us when she thinks we aren’t looking. She makes my dick hard every time.” Dane threw one arm over his face. “She’s camouflaging all kinds of sexy under the office attire. Do you suppose she owns anything less formal?”

“I’m not sure I care. Might be an interesting form of role play. Mysterious, grim matronly woman on her knees before us, sucking first one cock and then the other with her hands behind her back. God…I’m gonna come.”

“Fuck, man. That visual is…ugh.” Dane adjusted his dick and gripped it with his free hand. He peeked out from under his elbow at Aiden. “Did you just poetically conjure that up on the spot or have you been working on that picture for a while?”

“Come on, man. You know you’ve been thinking the same thing. You can’t deny fantasizing about her sometimes too.”

Dane sat up, a grin on his face. “In any case, I don’t think I’d describe her as matronly. She might dress like a stiff, but I’m betting she’s not all that old. Twenty-five tops. Maybe her job requires the stiff clothes. Granted, I’ve never heard her speak, but the way she chews her bottom lip… Ugh.” He rolled his eyes to the ceiling.

“I say we go for it. What do we have to lose?”

“Our dignity?” Dane said. “How are we going to look her in the eye and ride that silent elevator to the tenth floor with her in it after she turns down our offer of a night of fetish with two guys?”

Aiden stood and headed for the bathroom. “It’s a pipe dream anyway. Neither of us would have the balls to even ask.” He turned back to Dane. “It would rock my world though to see her dressed up in fetish wear.”

Chapter Two

Stephanie dragged herself through the front door of her building in exhaustion. She hadn’t finished half what needed done in the ten hours she’d been at the office and on top of that, everything she had done was probably to no avail since there was no way in hell she was going to come up with a date for Saturday night on such short notice.

She wouldn’t be able to come up with a date if she had two months’ notice.

Hell, she didn’t even want a date. Men were pigs. A fact that was proven once again by two male bosses who measured her worth based on her dating status. Fuck them. She was still shaking from their nasty words. They’d spoken about her as though she were a sex object. Not a person. Their words still stung. She’d spent the first part of the day shaking, reliving every phrase. Should she have gone to human resources? Mr. Cane and Mr. Reeves owned the damn company for Christ’s sake.
And
their conversation had been in private—as far as they knew.

Ugh. She needed this job
and
that promotion. She’d worked too hard for too long to risk everything just because a couple of asshole bosses thought she wasn’t sexy enough. She was well aware of her lack of sex appeal. It was intentional. She hid whatever assets she might have had under bulky outdated clothes. It was a safe place for her. If she didn’t come up with an attitude change—and a date—real quick, she was doomed to the lower end of the totem pole for who knew how long.

With her head hung low, not watching where she was going through the lobby, Stephanie rounded the corner to the elevator—and slammed smack dab into a firm chest.

“Oh God. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” She lifted her head to find herself staring into the sexy eyes of one of the men she frequently encountered in the halls or elevator. They lived somewhere above her floor because they always stayed on and rode past. Fifteenth floor if she recalled correctly.