Bound to be Taken (Emergence) (23 page)

Again. Steadier this time. More pressure. Two fingers plunged into her core, knocking the metal balls into each other. Gone.

Sweat ran down her chest. She forgot to breathe.

Seconds went by… How long?

She sucked in a lungful of air when her brain finally communicated the action.

No words formed. Her lips would not move. They remained parted, dry, almost unnoticed.

Again.
Fuck.
She couldn’t survive this. The vibrator leaned back and forth on her clit, reaching every single neuron and making them fire like red hot pokers through her groin.
So close. So fucking close.
Gone.

She struggled against the cuffs at her wrists, suddenly aware of her limp arms. Nothing. After a few seconds, she let them flop back, defeated.

Seconds. A minute? Nothing. Breaths the only sound, loud in her ears as though she were under water.

Aiden still held her open and tight and firm. There would be more. The torture was indescribable. There weren’t words. And they distinctly left her with her thoughts in between. Why? What was she learning about herself? About Aiden and Dane? About being submissive? About being dominated? Commanded?

“You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you.” The voice came from far away. Words she’d already heard before not very long ago. “Relax. Get control.” Dane’s voice. Or Aiden’s. It didn’t matter.

Then another voice. Low. Deep. Sexy. Needy. Loving… “So sexy. So beautiful… So perfect…”

She could barely make out the words. Who spoke first? Who spoke second? She let her eyes flutter shut. She couldn’t concentrate on any one spot in the room.

Fingers plunged into her pussy again. They twisted and scraped over her G-spot. She tried fervently to buck.
More. Damn you! More.
The fingers were gone.

Breathe.
The tight knot in her stomach squeezed tighter. Moved lower. As though she could deliver the bundle of nerves and be done. If she could just push that knot out of her pussy…

Again.
OhGodohGodohGod.
It was unexpected this time. She was unprepared. Vibrations that zoned in on her clit and rocked back and forth, up and down.

As though her head were not attached to her spine anymore, it tipped backward. Her mouth fell open. She needed to scream. And she would have with no thought for what punishment she might endure if she could have found her voice.

Gone.

Her head rocked back forward. Her jaw hurt. How far had she opened her mouth?

Would they do it again? Yes. She knew unequivocally that as long as Aiden was still holding her steady, Dane would be torturing her clit. The two actions were connected.

Seconds went by again. Lots of them. She became aware of more breathing than her own. Both men were heaving as though they’d been running.

“Aiden, don’t you come.” The demand from Dane reminded Stephanie she wasn’t the only one suffering.
God.
“Get control, Aid. I’m not kidding. Squeeze your dick above the cock ring if you have to. Do. Not. Come.”

More time. More breathing. A soft whispered, “Yes, Sir,” from Aiden. How did he hold her like this with all the need he had?

If he squeezed his cock, he would have to release her.
Please.

Nothing.

“How’re you doing, Steph?” Dane asked.

Fuck you
hung on the tip of her tongue. “Fine, Sir,” came out of her dry mouth.

Why were they doing this? Did they get off on controlling people? Did they have a deep-seated hatred for women?

No, they wanted her to feel. They felt more alive when they made her feel alive. When she got horny it made them horny. When she got off they enjoyed getting off even more.

Oh God. She both loathed and adored them right now. It was hard to think. Did she enjoy this torture? Yes and no. Both answers were correct. No, because she wasn’t supposed to like being brought to the edge and back. It was supposed to be challenging, painful, infuriating. By definition it was a punishment. If she enjoyed it, it wouldn’t be punishment. And she wouldn’t be the woman she was. This was about teaching her a lesson, not destroying her humanity.

And yes, definitely. She also most assuredly did enjoy this torture. She’d never felt so alive, so in touch with her body than she did right this second. She could never go back to vanilla sex. She wouldn’t survive it. It wouldn’t be enough for her. She was ruined for all regular relationships. No, that wasn’t true. She was ruined for
all
other relationships period. Only Dane and Aiden could fill this void in her life. Not even another Dom or two could do this.

Dane and Aiden worshipped and adored her. They would teach her how to get in touch with her deepest desires. She would forever crave their dominance over her submission in any form they would be willing to dish out.

She needed this as bad as her next breath. So badly she didn’t even have to
come
right now if it pleased them. Her existence had reduced to pleasing Aiden and Dane. If they wanted to bring her to the edge and back ten thousand times and that made them happy, she would do it willingly. That was the bottom line. The lesson for tonight.

Fuck.
She’d been stripped to raw nerves to get to this point. She was left with the forbidden things people tuck away in their minds because “no one is supposed to feel those things.”

And here she was facing what society deemed dirty, wrong, obscene.

They expected so much of her; she hated to think what else they could impose. She both loathed the idea and longed to find out. The challenge was hers to accept.
 

“Stephanie?” Dane’s voice shook her out of her solitude.

“Yes, Sir?”

He tapped her temple. “You in there?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Aiden licked her clit. She shot back up to aroused from zero to sixty with that one swipe. She’d never really gone down.

“You were thinking so hard.”

“Yes, Sir.” She blinked up at him.

“I’m going to start again.”

Oh.
She didn’t struggle. Not anymore. She succumbed in a way. Mentally and physically. Relaxed. It wasn’t that they had broken her. Not at all. It was just that it didn’t matter if she came tonight or not. What mattered was that she pleased Aiden and Dane and made them proud of her total submission.

She needed to stop fighting and reaching for what
she
wanted—that elusive orgasm. Her wishes weren’t important as their sub. Her cravings and desires weren’t even a consideration. She wasn’t permitted to want. Her job as their sub was to want what
they
wanted. Period. And that meant taking what they gave her and saying
thank you, Master
. They would always treat her like a queen. Of that she had no doubt. All she had to do was give herself over to them and let go. Stop struggling. That was what they needed from her. Total and complete submission.

Again. The vibrator on her clit landed hard and firm. The bucking instinct kicked in, but that couldn’t be controlled right now. She’d barely realized her fate. Her body wasn’t her own.

He held it longer this time. Probably because she had lost some of the edge.

When it disappeared, she panted through the need. Instead of pleading with them in her mind to push her over the edge, she had only thoughts of enduring what they needed her to endure.

Oh, she still wanted to come. To deny that would be a lie. But now she wanted Aiden’s and Dane’s approval more.

Again. The buzzing was louder, the device reaching deeper into the stem of her clit. Fingers plunged into her pussy and dragged the ben wa balls to the edge. Pushed them back in. Deep. Deeper. As far as Dane could reach.

Gone.

“What do you need, Stephanie?”

Seconds. Nothing.
Need?

Shit.

Again. Shorter this time. She was closer. So close.

Gone.

The knot reformed bigger and denser than before. Low in her belly.

“Tell us. Tell us what you want.”

“You,” she muttered. “I want whatever you want me to have.”

Again. A brief contact. Only seconds, but firm. The vibrator was on higher.

Gone.

“Be specific. We can see the transformation in your demeanor. We know you want us. Now, I want you to tell us what you need right this second.”

“To come, Sir.”

Again. Hesitant, brief, barely touching her exposed raw bundle of nerves.

Gone.

“More, Steph. More words. Exactly what do you want?”

“Please, Sir.”

Aiden blew on her skin, making her flinch.

“You want me to hold this vibrator over your clit?” Dane asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she muttered.

“You want my fingers in your pussy?”

“Yes…Sir.”

The vibrator landed hard on her clit before she even sucked in her next breath. Fingers reached into her deep and strong, filling her so full. She came so hard and so fast her eyes rolled back. A gushing sensation filled her pussy around Dane’s fingers. Aiden held her still.

Oh God. The sensitivity. Nononono. Stop.

She couldn’t speak the words. Suddenly both nipples were released from the clamps and before she knew it she was rising again, cresting, slamming into another orgasm. It pulsed harder than the first. Her entire body shook with the vibrations as her pussy milked and squeezed the fingers and the metal balls. Her sensitive nipples ached as blood rushed back to the tips.

She felt the tremors in every limb and her entire torso as though the pulsing need wasn’t just released from her pussy, but her whole body.

The knot burst, shattering. Sending shards of hot, poking pleasure/pain in every direction.

The vibrator rocked back and forth, hitting every nerve. So sensitive. She was falling now. It hurt. The orgasm was over.

“Oh, please, Sir,” she begged. She couldn’t stop herself. “Please, I can’t take any more. It…it hurts.” Her vision glazed.

“You can, baby,” Aiden said. He was a rock, still holding her in the same spot this entire time. “Give us one more. Come on.”

She shook her head in denial, bit her lip against the sensation of having that vibrator affixed so firmly against her raw clit.

“Come on, Steph.” Aiden’s voice was louder. Demanding.

She slipped. The pain dulled. The pleasure built again. How was this possible?

She thought of nothing but the need building for a third time. Zoned herself to just the exposed bundle of pleasure. And damn if they weren’t right.

She braced her feet against the mattress, losing that battle on the slippery silk sheets. The pressure rose again.

“Give it to me, babe. One more. Come for me, Steph.
Now
.” Dane shouted that last word, driving her over the top and shattering her in a fit of shakes. It happened fast, this third orgasm. She was too spent to keep going for long.

As soon as the last tremor stopped, the vibrator disappeared.

Gone.

Relief. Exhaustion. Elation. She smiled.

The metal balls slid out of her when someone tugged the string. The ripping of Velcro drowned out her breathing gasps as the spreader bar disappeared and her hands were freed.

Both men sided up next to her and looked down at her.

“God, Stephanie. There are no words.” Dane kissed her cheek, nibbled toward her ear and then met her gaze.

Aiden did the same on the other side.

She shifted her eyes back and forth to see them both. They looked as spent as she felt. Awe spilled from their eyes. They both stroked her skin, up and down her body. She shivered.

“So cold…” she muttered through her teeth.

They snuggled closer.

“It’s the blood flow. All of it went to your pussy. Give it a second.” Dane smiled. He cleared his throat and continued. “Steph… We… We’re humbled. You are so… I know I speak for us both when I say, stay. Please consider staying with us…forever.”

She opened her mouth, but Aiden put a finger to her lips. “Don’t answer right now. Think about it. We still have two days together per our agreement. Just consider it. I swear we will devote our lives to you if you stay. We know it’s a commitment that requires a lot of thought and we don’t want you to take it lightly. Just think about it. Please.” He begged her with his eyes.

She gazed at all the emotion rimming Aiden’s eyes and then gasped. “You didn’t come,” she exclaimed.

He smiled. “I did, baby. How could I not?”

She burned under the flush of her cheeks.

“Hell we both did.” She whipped her gaze to Dane. “Aiden stroked himself to completion between your legs against the mattress, even with the cock ring he was wearing. I jerked off with my hand.”

“Which hand was that? There were ten on me. Do you each have five?”

Dane chuckled. “I managed.”

“I could come again if you wanted to watch,” Aiden whispered close to her ear.

Her cheeks burned deeper.
Oh, fuck yes.
She didn’t have the energy to lift a single finger, but she could hold her eyes open if there was going to be a show.