Bound to be Taken (Emergence) (22 page)

“One, you’ll have this evening in the front of your mind for a long time and that will help you learn to obey every command in the future promptly and precisely. No hesitation. No mistakes. No forgetting. It takes time to learn and remember all the positions and commands, but that’s why Dominants practice orgasm denial as a form of punishment to help you learn. It’s more effective than corporal punishment…and more rewarding.”

Dane paused, lowered his voice. “And two, this experience will help you make a thorough and informed decision about this lifestyle. No matter what you choose after Saturday, you’ll do so with every bit of information we could possibly have provided.”

He stroked her cheek, her neck, her collarbone—soothed her while her breathing returned to normal and she no longer heaved for air.

“May I continue?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was gravelly. His cock swelled at her choice. This had to be the most difficult thing she’d ever experienced in her life and he was so fucking proud she was up to the challenge.

Chapter Thirteen

Stephanie’s mind reeled. She couldn’t believe what she had consented to. And she kept saying
yes
. Christ, not just
yes
, but
yes, Sir
.

She struggled to concentrate, get a grip. She needed to draw on some meditation techniques from her past and settle down. Disassociate.
Yes.
That would work.

She started with her arms.
Relax them. Let them lie limp.

Aiden said something to Dane, but she couldn’t make out the words. She furtively tried to ignore the wet tongue dragging up her thigh.

It’s just a tongue. Ignore it. Relax your neck…shoulders…chest. Deep breaths. In. Out. In.

The tongue moved closer to her pussy. She unintentionally clenched those fucking Kegel muscles Dane had mentioned to stave off the effects of that goddamn tongue.
God.
The metal balls inside her moved, clanked together. When she’d been still, they’d been hardly noticeable. When she clenched, they fucking moved.

She forced herself to relax. She needed to come like an addict needed her next crack fix. One thing was for certain—Dane was correct. She wouldn’t want to endure “orgasm denial” very often. It might be titillating at first, but now it was way past arousing, beyond frustrating and moving into desperation territory.

Even screaming and begging had done her no good. In fact, she suspected it had bought her more of the same.

Slow, shallow breaths. Mind over matter. Ignore Aiden’s tongue.

Something brushed against her nipple again. “You paying attention?” Dane asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She spit out the words, hoping she didn’t sound sassy. Dane did not like sassy.

A spanking or even a full flogging would be better than this torture. At least it wouldn’t last as long and the pain on her ass would be a fine reminder of her transgressions for days to come.

What the hell was she thinking? Jesus. Did she really want these two men to beat her?

Aiden flicked his tongue over her clit.

Yes, she did. At this point she’d rather they spanked her clit itself than continue this not-quite-touching torture.

“You’re doing well.” Dane stroked her cheek again.

She took a few shallow breaths and squeezed her eyes shut. She had the fleeting thought that this must be what labor was like. A long, drawn-out fight for concentration in a situation in which one had no control over their body or its reactions to unknown stimuli.

Dane’s fingers caressed her skin so lightly. He circled her mouth, lifted, circled her earlobe, lifted, circled a nipple. Exquisite and maddening all at once.

She wanted to buck or arch her chest, but it didn’t help. It only made things worse. Why was she doing this? It was too much. All she had to do was say
cannoli
and put a stop to this charade.

She opened her mouth and paused. She closed her mouth and thought hard.
You want this. You want to do anything and everything for these men.
It was true. She would do anything for them. The reasons were becoming crystal clear as she tried to relax and let her body feel.

She
wanted
to please them. She craved this submission role with Aiden and Dane as her Masters unlike she’d ever coveted anything in her life. She was born to be dominated. Three days and that much was undeniable. Three days. Hell, she’d known this fact, at least in her heart, the first time they even suggested it. Her pussy gripped at nothing and pleaded with her to accept this arrangement.

Maybe if she did well tonight—and tomorrow night—they’d keep her. Let her become their permanent sub. If she could just please them enough…

Stephanie returned to the present, concentrated on the fingers she couldn’t really ignore. The gentle strokes over her skin that skipped from one spot to another without warning. Never touching just the right spot. Never fulfilling the tight knot in her belly that needed release like a water balloon ready to burst from being overfilled while the water from the faucet continued to trickle into it, stretching it little by little, more and more. There was no way to know when the stretched rubber would give out.

Aiden licked a circle around her clit. Dane licked a circle around her nipple. They were working in tandem. Dane was running the show, but the result was still a choreographed production of the consummate masterpiece.

Aiden followed every command without hesitation. He’d had more practice. The two of them had months on her and she would have a lot to learn under their tutelage if they would just let her stay. Was this what they wanted from her?

Her mouth was dry. She licked her lips.

“You thirsty, babe?”

“Yes, Sir.”

The bed dipped. Footsteps padded away. Returned. Another dip in the mattress. Dane hovered over her with a cube of ice. She opened her mouth like a bird waiting for its mother, anticipating its next meal. She was rewarded with the cold cube as it cooled her lips and traced a circle around her mouth. She flicked it with her tongue.

Dane pulled it back. “I’ll direct. You’ll follow.” He touched her lips again and again. Tiny drips of water fell into her mouth, not sating her thirst, but taking the edge off the dryness.

Aiden drew back and blew against her skin. His breath cooled the spots where his tongue had been. She relaxed marginally. She could do this. It wasn’t so bad.

“Better?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

“Good girl. You’re learning quickly. I knew you could do this.” He traced a line down the center of her face, over her chin, her neck, between her breasts and swirled it in her belly button.

“I’m going to add several new things now. It’s going to be intense. You still with me?”

She swallowed.
Oh God. What else is there?
“Yes, Sir.” Those words were becoming second nature. He was right about one thing, the repetition was sinking in.

“I want you to experience everything. Well, almost everything. I’ll save a few tricks for later.” He chuckled. That damn plastic bag at her side rustled again. Nothing good ever happened after that noise. She associated the sound with excruciating, intense pleasure. That was the only way to describe this punishment. And he intentionally kept that bag just out of her line of vision.

Dane pinched her nipple unexpectedly. Again. Again. He plucked it painfully over and over, pulling it toward him and away from her flattened breasts. The traitorous tip pebbled and reached for more between each release. He alternated between both tits, plucking, tugging, pulling, pinching…until she couldn’t stop from arching into his hands, pleading with her chest for more.

The pleasure/pain of nipple play alone brought her so close to orgasm. If he would just keep going, that ball low in her belly would explode with no other source of contact.

Suddenly, he stopped. Pinched one nipple hard and held it. “Stay still, babe. This will sting, but only for a moment.”

She didn’t have time to think before something foreign gripped her tender flesh and held it like a vise. It didn’t stop. It stayed. She bit her tongue against the pain and held her breath to keep from screaming. What would she scream? To stop or to do it again?

Sweat pooled on her brow and on her chest. Droplets ran between her breasts and trickled down her stomach.

As usual he spoke the truth. The pain lessened. The pressure remained. When he released his hold, something was attached to her. It bounced against her breast just below the offended nipple. She dipped her face to see. Fuck. Nipple clamps. She’d heard of them. Of course. Everyone had. Did people really use them?

Apparently.

“Aiden, hold her other nipple for me, will you?”

Aiden gripped the naked tit with two firm fingers and pinched. She braced herself against the known entity that was about to be repeated. Held her breath as she waited for the pain. The pleasure. The combination that was making her go mad.

Finally, the second clamp was secured. And just as fast, Aiden dropped her nipple. He circled the tortured bud with his fingers and then moved to the other.

Stephanie heaved deep breaths.
It’s okay. You lived. It’s not so bad.

“Good girl. I’m so proud of you.” Dane kissed her cheek and then pecked her lips. She opened her mouth and reached for more, but he pulled back. If he would just put his tongue in her mouth the mimicking of a cock in her pussy would make her come. She knew it.

“You’re so beautiful. Your tits are so fucking sexy with the clamps on them.” He flicked one. It bounced and sent a quick, sharp bolt of pain into her chest. “I love the effect. Don’t you, Aiden?”

“Yes, Sir. Very much, Sir.” His breath wafted over her puckered nipples and sent goose bumps crawling over her skin. She shivered.

How did Aiden stay in form so well?

“How are the ben wa balls, Stephanie?”

Fuck. The infuriating man knew how to manipulate her. His goal was to make her aware of the blasted metal objects clanging together in her pussy. She would never underestimate either of these men.

“It’s easy to forget them and lie very still when you’re in bed, but you’ll need to learn to grip them when you’re standing. You can work up to it. A little more every day until you can hold them inside you all the time.” The stroking began again. Fingers that teased and tempted her, her nerve endings on every inch of her body were burning.

“You’re almost done, babe. I promise. One more task and I’ll let you free. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

When he said he would let her free, did he intend to let her come? Or just release her arms and legs? Her gut clenched. What if he didn’t let her come? She panicked at the thought. She needed to come so badly it was her only real thought. Every brain cell was focused on that one goal—orgasm.
Please, God, tell me that orgasm control punishment ends with orgasm.

A low buzzing noise filled her ears. They were ringing so she had no idea how loud the sound actually might have been.

“Aiden, will you please hold the hood back from her clit?”

No. God almighty, no. She shook her head back and forth. She would not survive that. She was a tight wad of need. If he touched her clit, she would explode.
And isn’t that the goal? Maybe it’s over. Maybe he’s going to put you out of your misery.

Stephanie stilled. She inhaled deeply.
Yes. Please. Set the buzzing device on my clit. It will all be over in no time.

Aiden leaned over the spreader bar and rested his forearms against her thighs at the junction of her legs. With both arms he pinned her, held her still and firm. There would be no wiggling. No bucking. No lifting. Nothing. No movement at all. All of his fingers landed on her, surrounding her sex, holding her wide open and pressing on the skin above her clit until she was sure the hood was lifted off and away.

She flinched. The pink nub, the most private of her parts, was under direct scrutiny. She felt the air brush against it. It throbbed of its own accord, demanding that someone stop staring and start touching.

The buzzing sounded closer to her. The pressure Aiden held her with increased, preparing her for the inevitable and giving her a hint that that vibrating fucker was about to touch her. His head was in the way. She couldn’t see a thing.

She held her breath. Tensed every muscle in her body.

When the cool edge of something touched her, she silently thanked God for answering her prayers, and then…
No!
It was gone. Just as fast as it had landed, grazed really, on her clit, it disappeared.

She groaned.

It happened again. The pressure only slightly increased on the second tap.

A sound she didn’t recognize came out of her mouth. A noise from her throat. Strangled. Guttural. Angst and desperation mixed to form a tone.

Finally, Dane set the vibrator on her clit and held it for several seconds. It was definitely a vibrator. He released and she panted.
Please.

It was so easy not to speak out loud because she didn’t remember how.

Again. Pressure. So intense. Bringing her to the edge of heaven. And gone.

She heaved, sucking air into her lungs without thought or care. All her blood was in her clit. It had to be huge. A pulsing bundle of needy nerves. An eruption waiting.