Bound to be Taken (Emergence) (25 page)

She definitely needed to consider all the ramifications of accepting their proposal. This was not a decision to be taken lightly. No matter how firmly she’d felt committed at the height of climax last night, today she needed to step back and reevaluate.

With a sigh, she shut off the water and opened the glass door. Aiden took her hand. He noticeably did not hand her the towel in his other hand. Instead he led her to the bath rug just a few steps away and proceeded to dry her himself without a word.

She felt cherished, coddled…loved. He treated her like a treasured possession he wanted to take care of.

When he finished with her skin, he moved to her hair. He wrung the long locks out with his hands and patted them over and over again with the towel until he was satisfied with his work.

He tapped her ass. “Come on, Steph.” He nodded to the bench by the vanity. She guessed his intent and sat facing the mirror.

Aiden handed her the coffee. Ahhh, the smell filled her nose. The first sip woke her a bit, dragged her from her sleepiness. Another sip and she almost had her eyes open all the way. “Delicious. Thank you.”

He smirked. “If that’s all it takes to make you smile like that…” His voice trailed as he grabbed a comb from the vanity and began to work through her tangled wet curls. “How do you feel about being submissive while I get you ready for work?”

Stephanie lifted her gaze to Aiden. Her pussy clenched. How did he always manage to do this to her? “I guess it’s okay…Sir.”
I mean hell, isn’t that what I was doing already?

Aiden smiled and leaned down to kiss her nose. “I just want you to have the full experience. We’re convinced you’re a natural submissive. It’s hard to deny. Under normal circumstances we wouldn’t totally control you quite like this, but if you give us a chance to rule your every move today, I’m betting you will love it. It would give you a total picture of so many aspects of submission all at once.”

And what the hell was yesterday?
“There’s more?”

“Oh yes. A lot more. Far more than we could begin to touch on today. But we could at least try to hit the tip of the iceberg so you can experience as much as possible.” He resumed combing through her hair.

She tipped her head down as he worked through the tangles on the back of her neck. What did she have to lose? It unnerved her to ponder just how accurate Aiden’s words were. She needed this like a drug. No way would she turn down the opportunity to learn as much as she could about the lifestyle in the next twenty-four hours. She’d never forgive herself if she did anything less. “I’ll do it,” she muttered into her lap.

Aiden pulled her head back, tipping her face up toward his by tugging her hair. “What? I didn’t hear you well.”

“I’ll submit to you, Sir. Please, show me what else there is.”

The grin that spread across his face made her heart beat rapidly.

“Drink your coffee.” He sobered and nodded at the cup in her hands.

She watched him work, sipping the coffee and feeling like a princess. He never pulled. Not one time did she feel pain. His fingers worked through her tresses as though he were a professional. When he was satisfied, he grabbed the hair dryer and flipped it on. The loud noise jerked her more alert and she sat up straight. In no time, her long curls hung around her head to perfection, thanks to the awesome cut and style from yesterday.

Wow. She barely recognized herself. In the mirror she spotted Dane leaning against the doorjamb. “You two sure make a lot of racket,” he teased.

“Some of us have to work in the morning,” she tossed over her shoulder.

Aiden disappeared for a brief moment while she returned to her reflection. Her cheeks were rosy and alive. From the pampering? Arousal had made its presence known also, with a slow build from the second Aiden had walked into the room until this moment with Dane standing in the doorway, his gaze narrowed on her body.

She’d never in her life been this exposed. She felt raw, as though her skin had been scrubbed with a brush in the shower instead of the simple washcloth by her own hand.

Her chest and arms and neck were pinkening in front of her.

A noise jerked her from the vision of herself. Aiden stood beside her again. He tapped her shoulder. He did that a lot. Tap. It was his subtle way to get her attention and make her jump to his bidding without words. It was effective. She always knew what he wanted even before he spoke.

She stood and moved toward him as he stepped back. “Lift your arms a bit, Steph.”

She did as he bade and he covered her breasts with the silky pink bra he held, pulling the straps up her arms and stepping around her to clasp the rear hook. She glanced down. Covered might have been a loose term. Her nipples pebbled under the shear lace, clearly visible. The bottom half of the bra was indeed a supportive shelf, but the top half that began just under her nipples was shear to the point of nonexistent.

She couldn’t wear this to work. She shivered. The abrasive lace against her nipples would drive her crazy all day.

“You look great, Steph,” Dane said as he approached. He must have sensed her apprehension.

Aiden turned her chin to face him. She was painfully aware of her very naked pussy still under the perusal of Dane’s gaze. But she held her head high and looked Aiden in the eye.

“There will be a morning routine, if you stay. I’m not going to go through all of it now, just a taste so you have the idea.” He raised his brows, his expression serious.

“Yes, Sir.” It seemed he was waiting on her acquiescence. She consented without hesitation. Her skin vibrated, humming with need at his pointed gaze.

“Good girl.” Taking her wrist, he led her to the wide vanity.

She nearly gasped when he lifted her up onto it.

Embarrassment flooded her, making her shiver.

“Relax,” Dane cooed.

She bit her lip. The shaking intensified under Dane’s penetrating gaze. His hand trailed over her arm back and forth. Soothing.

Aiden trailed a finger over her other arm and then stroked her lower, reached her rigid center and poked one finger inside her. “Ahh, baby.” He tipped his head back and moaned as she stiffened around his intrusion, pulling her thighs instinctively together toward his invading hand.

He ignored her and turned to Dane. “She’s so fucking wet, D. So goddamn tight and hot.”

Dane grasped her knees and pressed them open, his gaze meeting hers, an eyebrow raised in admonishment. “She’s going to have a very long, hard road ahead of her if she doesn’t learn to keep her legs open to us.” He spoke to Aiden as though she weren’t there, his gaze never leaving hers. He penetrated her soul without addressing her directly.

“I-I forgot. I’m sorry, Sir,” she stammered.

Dane released one leg and took her chin. “Babe, those are words. They’re lovely, but we need to see actions. Don’t make me have to remind you again this morning, okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, barely moving her lips.

Aiden removed his finger from her pussy and sucked her fluids from it as Dane leaned out of her line of vision.

With one hand on her thigh, Dane tipped his face toward her intimate parts. “Lean back. Let your head rest against the mirror, your hands supporting you behind your back.”

She followed his commands quickly.

“Good girl. Now bend your knees, put your heels on the granite and spread your legs as wide as you can.”

Stephanie fumbled a bit to get situated as he wished, but finally she was in the requested position. Her thighs shook. Both men bent to gaze at her pussy. Wetness flooded her. She feared it would leak out and run in a trail down to her ass. No one touched her, but their gazes alone, intense, hot, penetrating, scrutinizing…
Fuck.
She needed to come.

She broke her stare and tipped her head back to look at the ceiling.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Dane touched her. Not where she needed him, but on both sides of her pussy just outside her outer lips. He spread her open. She flinched at the contact. He ran his fingers all over her crotch, down to her ass, up over her outer lips, her inner lips, even the hood on her clit. “Still smooth,” he declared.

Aiden spoke next. “We’ll want you well-shaved, your pussy bare at all times. Sometimes we’ll shave you. Other times we’ll let it grow out about a quarter of an inch and get your pussy waxed like yesterday.”

Dane had shifted some. He was still holding her hostage, not with pressure precisely, but the presence of his hands on her thighs told her she was not to move just yet.

Aiden walked away again and returned with the tube of ointment from the salon.

“No.” The word leapt from her mouth before she could stop it.

Aiden lifted his head. “What?”

“I mean,” she stammered. “I can’t go to work with that on. I won’t be able to concentrate.”

“You’ll find a way, Steph.” Aiden didn’t falter. He flipped the tube open, squeezed way too much onto his fingers and smeared the generous amount everywhere. “Push her hood up, Dane.”

“Ahhh,” she moaned.

Dane held her little hood up and Aiden spread the unwelcome cream directly on her clit. He rubbed and smoothed the fucking substance down her pussy, making sure he didn’t miss a spot on her outer or inner lips. He reached inside her and spread it as far as his fingers would go into her vagina. And as if that weren’t enough, he squeezed more out and rimmed her ass while Dane held her tighter. The bulk of his second application he pushed up into her forbidden hole, massaging the inside of her rectum for far too long.

She groaned again, adjusting to his intrusion. Aiden kept going, pumping his finger in and out of her hole, fucking her with the digit until she realized she was rocking into him.

Oh God. She wanted him to do it! She wanted more. She wanted him to add a second finger and fuck her ass. She was so close to coming. So fucking close.

And then he stopped, pulled out and stepped away. “That should do it. Molly said twice a day to keep the burning sting down. We don’t want your skin to get a rash from the waxing, Steph.”

Aiden’s words jumbled in her mind as she fought to breathe again.

Need tugged low, deep, hard. She wanted one of them to fuck her right now.

“I need you so bad. Please,” she whimpered. She didn’t care if she begged. “Please, fuck me. Fuck me so that I can go to work without this ball of arousal inside me all day. Please.” Oh, she begged all right. Pleaded with her eyes and her words.

Dane released his hold on her. “Not this morning, babe,” he murmured. “We aren’t going to take your pussy until you agree to be ours completely. We wouldn’t be able to deal with the devastating loss if you left afterward.” He patted her leg. “Hang tight a second.”

He turned from her and left the room. She stared at Aiden’s back where he washed his hands in the sink. Dane returned and stepped up next to Aiden, also washing…something.

When he came back to her, he held what she had to assume were the ben wa balls from last night.

No
, she screamed in her mind. It was bad enough she had that warm ointment working its way into the tender skin of her pussy. She would not survive the dreaded metal balls clanking in her all day. Not to mention, she wouldn’t be able to hold them inside. Her muscles weren’t prepared for that.

Stephanie inched backward on the counter as Dane approached.

Something jarred in her mind. What happened to part-time D/s role playing? This was so much more. She didn’t intend to take this game to her workplace. It was so titillating when she was with them, but she needed a break. She needed to keep her head on straight at work. Concentrate.

“Hold yourself open for me, Steph.” Dane glanced from her pussy to her face. “And relax. They’re just metal balls. You know that. You look like I’m asking you to wear spikes.”

“I can’t.” She bit her lip. Could she deny them? She had to. For self-preservation. They were reaching a gray area she didn’t think she could cross.

Aiden came to her other side. He set his huge palm on her inner thigh and she stilled. “You can. We have a few requests while you’re at work.”

“You’re asking me to be your sub at work?” She shook her head. “I don’t think…”

Aiden looked at Dane with raised eyebrows.

Dane nodded. “Steph, didn’t you just tell Aiden you would totally submit for the day?”

She nodded. Ugh. She hadn’t thought this through well enough. Dane hadn’t been in the room yet during that conversation. He must have been listening in.

“Can you do it? Or did you change your mind?”

“No, I can.” She lifted her chin. She would do this. It pleased them and made her squirm. She owed it to herself and the two of them to feel this out.

Dane furrowed his brow and stared her in the eye. “This is new to us too. I’m not sure Aiden and I realized how bad we wanted this before we met you. We were comfortable taking turns learning the roles, switching. But we knew we craved a third. A woman. You.” He narrowed his gaze.

Aiden took over. “What Dane is trying to say is that this role has branched out since Monday. Yes, we did say it was a part-time adventure. We didn’t intentionally mislead you. It just morphed into something bigger. Now that we know you, we want more. Or at least the chance to figure it all out.