Bound to be Tamed: Emergence, Book 2 (2 page)

Ugh.

Deep inside, she knew she would eventually get exposed to other people, but she didn’t feel ready yet.

The jeans were a barrier, buying her some time and providing her with the strength to make this monumental decision. The padded bra she wore and the loose T-shirt helped also.

She didn’t respond to Aiden’s inquiry, so he continued, “Lift your heels onto the upper rungs on the sides of the stool.”

She glanced down and did as he said, realizing quickly how the act exposed her—or would if she weren’t wearing a denim protective barrier. Her knees rose higher than her waist and splayed out.

Aiden slipped his palms lower and opened them over her legs. He smoothed them up her thighs and across her crotch with enough pressure to stiffen her entire body against the assault on her senses.

All her blood rushed to her sex, leaving her light headed and needy. And she’d only been here minutes. Amazing what kind of pull she had toward these men.

She lifted her face when she smelled bacon. Her stomach growled as she wrapped her hands around Aiden’s much larger ones, attempting to force him to stop pressing on her clit. The intensity was unnerving.

“That isn’t wise, little sub. You should remove your hands and let me do as I please. This pussy is mine. If I want to fondle you through your thick blockade, I will.”

On a sharp inhale, she released her fingers from his and set them on the island in front of her, her thumbs under the edge of the granite top, squeezing until all her knuckles were white.

“That’s better. It’s bad enough you wore jeans.” Aiden nibbled on her ear and then her neck, nosing her hair off her shoulder. “I’m betting you also have on panties. Don’t get used to it. We’ll let you keep these clothes this morning, but that’s not how we’re going to roll in the future.”

“I hope you’re hungry.” Dane turned from the stove. He wore his usual starched white apron, which she’d seen him in more often than not since he wore it both at the restaurant and at home when he was cooking.

She smiled at him.
And if I’m not?
She had little doubt she would be eating what they placed in front of her no matter what her thoughts were on the subject. Luckily, the smell and sounds of crackling bacon were perking up her taste buds. Before last week she couldn’t remember when she’d last eaten more than a yogurt for breakfast.

Stephanie lifted her chin and closed her eyes. The smell of coffee wafted over the bacon. She needed a cup to survive the next few hours.

When she glanced back down, Dane was in front of her across the island. He set a plate and a steaming mug of coffee on her placemat.

Aiden’s chest inched closer to her back. She had to hold steady to avoid being flattened into her plate. His damn fingers continued to torture her pussy, stroking through the lips of her sex and across her clit with aggravating intensity. The denim did nothing to keep her from growing more aroused by the second.

Dane leaned on his elbows, his face angling closer to hers over the granite surface. “Eat. We don’t want you wasting away.”

Ha. She figured she had a bit more meat on her bones than she needed, bringing her chances of starvation to nil.

When Aiden squeezed her lower lips together with his fingers, she moaned. Her head fell back on his shoulder. Through gritted teeth, she begged, “I can’t concentrate with you touching me like that.”

What she needed now was to come.

“You can.” He relented marginally however, releasing one hand to splay on her belly while the other cupped her pussy.

Dane reached across the counter, lifted her fork and held it out to her. “Cold eggs suck.”

The plate had a fried egg, two slices of bacon and toast on it. More than she’d eaten for breakfast since kindergarten.

Her mouth went dry as Aiden’s middle finger stroked through her folds. How had she thought the jeans would help her out this morning? If anything, he was more determined than he might have been if she’d arrived naked.

Stupid choice.

Stephanie released her grip on the counter with one hand and took the fork. She licked her lips, set the utensil down and reached for the coffee. Even the first sip did a lot toward gearing her up to eat.

The hot steam tickled her nose as she held the mug to her lips, the scent reaching all the way inside her to warm her body and tempt her with the caffeinated elixir.

She moaned around the lip of the cup as she sipped. Though whether or not the sound was caused by the coffee or Aiden’s damn fingers was anyone’s guess.

“Eat.” He blew the word into her ear and released her to sit on the stool next to her.

“Am I the only one having breakfast?”

“We ate before you got here.” Dane nodded at her plate.

She doubted that was true. For one thing, these two never got up this early. There was no physical evidence they’d been in the kitchen besides to make coffee. And, most importantly, if their stomachs were anywhere near as tangled as her own, they wouldn’t have had the appetite.

Stephanie didn’t argue. She picked up a slice of toast and nibbled on the corner. Even a simple piece of toast was a delicacy when Dane made it. The man was a food god.

Dane stepped back for a second and returned with a glass of orange juice.

The tangy sweetness of the first sip awakened her taste buds. Maybe she could eat—if she could avoid thinking about either man for two minutes.

Their presence was intense. They stared at her, their faces drawn and serious.

“I’m not going to run,” she muttered around a bite of egg.

Aiden exhaled. “You’re very stiff.”

“You just squeezed my crotch and then told me to eat. That would make any sane woman a little off kilter.”

Dane chuckled. “Good. We like you that way.”

“Lori will be here soon. After you eat, we’ll talk to her in the living room and get you two acquainted with each other.”

Lori. Even though both men had assured her their relationship with this BDSM sponsor was strictly professional, Stephanie couldn’t help the unease that niggled in her mind every time they mentioned her.

Dane and Aiden were seriously sexy specimens. What woman in her right mind wouldn’t have ulterior motives when it came to hanging around them?

Stephanie polished off her meal in silence and then she followed the men into the living room as the doorbell rang.

She cringed as she sat once again in the armchair. She felt as if she were a recalcitrant student heading to reform school.
The tutor has arrived.

Stephanie stared at the floor while she listened to the greetings at the door. She gripped the arms of the chair, picturing hugs and God only knew what. When she worked up the courage to lift her gaze, she found the room filled with a very stunning woman who stared at her warmly. Her fiery red hair was a mass of gorgeous curls that hung down her back. Her warm green eyes reached into Stephanie and melted a bit of her fear.

“Hi. I’m Lori.” She held out a hand and Stephanie jumped to take it.

Unexpected. As though this were a regular friendly social call. “Nice to meet you,” she whispered.

“Please sit.” Dane pointed at the opposite armchair and Lori lowered her cute self onto it with all the grace of a ballerina.

Stephanie felt underdressed and under…everything. She had on no makeup. Her hair was loose around her face. Hell, she was probably pale from fear of the unknown and splotchy from nerves.

Lori, on the other hand, had on a cute flouncy pink skirt, dainty gold flip-flops and a silk blouse that filled out in the front with her pert breasts.

Without saying a word, Dane once again took Stephanie’s hand and lured her to the couch, arranging her so she sat between him and Aiden.

“I don’t bite,” the woman announced. She smiled, and it was difficult to dislike her or what she stood for with that warm expression.

If Dane and Aiden can have this woman, what the hell are they doing with me?

As if reading her mind, Lori started right in, “Just so you know, I am not, nor have I ever been, in a relationship with either Dane or Aiden. We’re friends and I’ve been helping them for several months as they explore the D/s lifestyle. I’m hoping you and I can be friends too. I just want to help you all transition as you explore this ménage.”

Ménage
. There was a word Stephanie hadn’t really incorporated into her vocabulary yet. That’s what this was though. A threesome. Thank goodness she didn’t have any truly close friends who would now be looking down their noses at her strange choices.

The only people she had any relationships with in recent history were at work and even those were superficial. The woman she spoke to most often had been Lisa, whose office had been next to hers until this morning’s abrupt resignation.

Stephanie swallowed the lump in her throat. “Thanks. I appreciate the help.” It wasn’t completely true yet, but she hoped she would find this Lori to be an asset instead of a liability.

“So, Dane and Aiden tell me you three met last week.”

“Yes.” She wasn’t quite ready to proffer information.

“And you’ve never explored the fetish world at all?”

“No. Not until last week.” After the intense whirlwind experiences she’d had after meeting these two, she felt like a veteran. Knowing that was far from the truth scared the bejeebus out of her.

“The boys say you’re a natural.”

“That’s what they say.” She grinned. At least she hoped she did. Her face hurt from straining to keep her head on.

Dane set a hand on her leg and dove into the conversation. “We initially asked Stephanie to be our date for Friday night so we could attend the party Steve was having. When we took the time to give her a little training so she’d know what to expect, she fell into the role like a seasoned pro. Her submission popped out and grabbed our hearts. Now we can’t imagine life without her.

“But she has to want this as bad as we do for it to work. It was a huge step for her to walk away from her job this morning and show up here. I know she’s scared, but deep down she’s also intrigued and very brave to explore where her heart leads her.” Dane squeezed her thigh, making her jump.

Damn his hands and their ability to turn her to mush.

When she glanced at Lori, she found the woman smiling. “He has an effect on you, doesn’t he?”

Understatement of the year.

Lori didn’t wait for a response. “So I’ve spent some time with the men and helped them figure out a plan. You need to take some time to concentrate on yourself, your feelings, your gut reactions, your submission, really. The important thing is to stay open and truthful about every step as you take it. Let them know what works and doesn’t work for you as you explore.

“You’re super lucky to have the opportunity to drop everything and concentrate on your submission. It’s a huge commitment being a full-time sub to two men. Not to be taken lightly. I’m hoping the ideas I’ve given the men to aide your transition will help you on your journey in a manner that’s safe, consensual and rewarding for all three of you.” Lori crossed her legs and leaned back.

“That’s what we’re hoping too,” Aiden said.

Lori continued, “I’d really like to hear
your
thoughts. I’d love to be someone you can count on to help. I’ve been there. On both sides. I’ve been both a Domme and a sub. I’ve lived the lifestyles both full-time and part-time.”

Stephanie finally spoke up. “What do you do now?”

“I’m living as a Domme right now. I have a part-time sub. We spend about fifty percent of the time in the role, mostly evenings and weekends. The rest of the time she works, as do I.”

She? Oh wow.

Lori smiled. “Margaret. I’d be glad for you to meet her. She’s an excellent resource. A model submissive. I adore her. And we make a great pair.”

Lori, the stunning beauty Stephanie had been jealous of, was a lesbian?

“I’m not a lesbian, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m interested in humans, both male and female. But I’m currently in a relationship with a woman. Mutual respect and admiration are what drives us to be together. We click. We fit like a puzzle. It has nothing to do with her gender or mine.”

Lord, there was so much she needed to learn.

“Do you have any questions? You look overwhelmed.”

“I wouldn’t even know where to begin.” That was the truth. She had ten thousand questions.

“I know you aren’t comfortable with me yet. But I assure you I’m here for you if you need me.” Lori pulled out a card. She set it on the coffee table. “I’ll leave you my cell number so you can call me. Anytime. Okay?”

Stephanie nodded.

Lori leaned back in her chair.

“I want to help open the communication for you guys. If you lay your cards on the table, it will go a long way toward ensuring everyone’s needs are met.” Lori turned to Dane. “Dane, why don’t you go first? What are your expectations where this relationship is concerned?”

Dane’s hand inched up Stephanie’s thigh, getting threateningly close to her pussy. She squirmed to get his palm to release her. It didn’t work.

He looked down at her as he spoke. “I love the way she’s so green to the idea of being submissive that she can’t even sit still. It makes my cock harder than a rock when she wiggles beneath my hand or blushes.” He ran the first finger of his other hand down her cheek. “Every command makes her hornier than the last. I know we entered this arrangement strictly as a business agreement. She needed us for a date for Saturday and we needed her for Friday.