Bound to be Tamed: Emergence, Book 2 (6 page)

Dane laughed. “I have no fucking clue. Do you think that’s what I’ve been pondering this morning?”

Aiden slapped him on the back. “My dick is so hard the customers are going to run from the building.”

“You and me both.”

“At least you get to hide in the kitchen most of the day.”

Dane chuckled. “I’m not sure what the orders might be like. My concentration is going to be shit.”

“And how many minutes are we going to limit ourselves to watching her on the surveillance camera?”

“Minutes? I was thinking hours. We’re going to need extra help this week.”

Aiden grinned. “Done. I scheduled an extra greeter and a waiter for the next two weeks.”

“Good man. Bless you.” Dane opened the door to the restaurant and nodded at the staff that had already arrived to prepare for the lunch rush.

Aiden whispered in Dane’s ear, “Think you have time to suck me off before we start?” He walked away as soon as the words left his mouth.

Dane moaned as quietly as possible. Damn that man. Aiden was the one who insisted on no fraternizing at work. He was the firmer one when it came to the subject. The visual wasn’t going to help Dane’s cock simmer down. That man could get him more aroused in just seconds than anyone Dane had ever met. With the exception of one Stephanie Parkins, who would be reading the list they’d left her about now.

He itched to duck into the office and spy on her sexy naked ass, but food had to be prepared if he was going to feed anyone today.

Stephanie tried to relax. She was more nervous than she’d been the first day of high school. She stared at the camera panning the room and then at the other one that didn’t move and seemed to be poised right at her. She was naked, but the cameras made her feel even more exposed.

What if they put her on the monitor at work and someone walked in? Would they be discreet enough to keep this secret?

She finally sat on her butt, squeezed her thighs together and picked up the pages on the floor. Five sheets. Holy hell. The list was long.

She read the first paragraph.

We want to establish a comprehensive list of what your boundaries are. Below are many things submissives participate in. Not all of these things happen at once, but over time. However, we will respect your hard limits. Please read each item carefully and comment in the space provided. Number, from 1-10, your desire to experience each suggestion, 1 being a firm yes, 10 being an absolute no for you. Explain your answers.

Some of the items are things we’ve already experimented with. That doesn’t mean you liked them. We still want a response from you. Be specific in your answers. If we have to question your opinion about anything, you haven’t done the assignment correctly. Each incomplete answer will be considered an infraction of today’s rules.

Shit.

She glanced down the list. She rubbed her legs together, trying to pinch off her sex and keep herself from leaking on the mat. Even the things she would never consider doing made her hot.

Handcuffs
. Stephanie rubbed her wrists before writing.
1, As long as they aren’t too tight or rough enough to hurt.

Nipple clamps
. Her nipples beaded remembering the pinch and release of the clamps the men had used during her punishment last week. She squeezed her breasts with her forearms and groaned. She hoped they couldn’t see her too clearly in the camera.
3, They were okay the other night, but I wouldn’t want them to be on very long or be too tight.

Spreader bars
.
2.
What else could she say about that? She knew they were going to use the spreader bar on her every day. They had already. They enjoyed holding her thighs wide and were sticklers about having her pussy open to them all the time.

Ball gags
. Each item affected the associated body part as she read them. Now her jaw stiffened. Dane had used one of these on Aiden the other night. It didn’t look comfortable, but it sure kept Aiden quiet and gave him something to bite down on. Hmmm.
4, I’m worried about the complete inability to communicate and a sore jaw. Plus drooling is icky.

Blind folds
.
10.
She literally shook considering the idea. Never did she want to lose the ability to see what was happening around her.
I’m claustrophobic.
That was all she bothered to say.

Restraints
.
3, I haven’t minded anything you’ve used so far, but I’m not sure I want to be hogtied or anything more restrictive like that.
She’d read everything she could find on the Internet over the weekend. She knew there were a variety of possibilities under the heading “restraints”.

Vibrators
.
1, I love when you use them on me. I’m not fond of you removing them before I come.

Swings
. What? She dug into her mind and remembered seeing women hanging from the ceiling at the fetish club. Had they been on swings? Perhaps. Did Aiden and Dane have one of those in the apartment? She glanced at the ceiling. No hooks hung from the smooth paint. If not here…
6, Where do you intend to use a swing? I might be curious at home, but if you think I’m going to let you hang me and spread me at a club, forget it.

Piercing
.
10, Never.
She had pierced ears. That was enough. She quickly moved on before her nipples started to protest the thought. And God forbid they expected any genital piercings.

Collars
. Like an animal collar? People had them at the club. Hell, she’d worn one herself. It was okay. It showed ownership. It kept others from approaching her. Well, actually, it did
not
. It should have. Jack Cane and Harold Reeves hadn’t given two fucks about her collar. They’d broken club rules by touching someone else’s sub and offering money for her. Stephanie closed her eyes for a moment and tried to block out the memory. Thank God she’d made the decision to quit that job. No way could she have faced those men today.
2, As long as I don’t have to wear it in vanilla public.

Leashes
.
2, Same as above.
If a leash kept some asshole from getting between her and her men, so be it.

Spanking
. She sat up straight. She’d thought a lot about spanking, primarily because she’d pondered the idea that she would have preferred to have been spanked in some instances last week than the punishment she’d received instead. There were worse things than corporal punishment. Like orgasm denial.
3, But not too hard. No blood. No permanent damage. No welts that keep me from sitting.

Flogging
. Was that with whips?
8, Can’t I just receive a spanking if I’m naughty?

Public nudity
. Hell to the no. But both men had mentioned it this morning. In fact, they’d purposefully made her sit naked in front of the windows to enforce their desire to expose her slowly. She wasn’t up for being exposed yet.
8, I’m not ready to be on display. Maybe we could revisit this later.
Like when hell froze over. But she didn’t need to expound on that.

Fellatio
. She smiled. She’d given both men a blowjob, and she’d enjoyed it. It was a heady experience knowing she’d brought them to their knees while she’d knelt before them on her knees.
1, As long as it’s not forced or public.

Saint Andrew’s Cross
. She lifted her eyes up toward the ceiling, trying to remember what this was. An X that a submissive stood at with their legs and arms spread? Yep, that was it.
5, Do you have one of these? I wouldn’t do it in public.

Anal plugs
. She thought about the plug they’d used on her before. It hadn’t been too bad. They’d said it was very small though. How big did they get? She remembered the sensation of having her ass filled while she walked around the fetish club. It had heightened her awareness. Maybe.
4, The one you used was okay. I’m worried about a larger one.

Anal sex
. No, really? There were two of them though. How would they all three have sex if one wasn’t in her ass? She hadn’t thought about that before. She squirmed on the mat, adjusting her butt on both sides and imagining having one of their cocks inside her. Wouldn’t it hurt?
6, I’m scared.
At least that was honest.

The phone pinged next to her as she finished writing the last word. Coincidence? She glanced at the camera in front of her before she grabbed the cell.

Aiden: Hey, Steph. Hope your homework is coming along well. You may eat lunch now. There is a bag lunch for you in the fridge. Everything you need is inside. Take it to the table, sit with your legs spread and eat. When you have finished, return to your mat.

Was she supposed to answer? She typed:
Yes, Sir
.

Setting the pages of notes aside, Stephanie stood. Her legs were cramped from sitting so long. What time was it? She looked at the bedside table on the way out. 1:30. She couldn’t believe she’d been sitting in the corner that long.

The bag was in the refrigerator as Aiden had said. She opened it at the table, ensuring her legs were spread wide enough under the top to make it clear to the camera she had obeyed the command.

She pulled out the contents: an apple, a turkey sandwich, a bottle of water. Simple, but complete. She was starving and hadn’t even realized it.

In ten minutes everything was gone. She stuffed the empty bottle and the core in the bag, wiped off the crumbs from her spot and stood. After tossing the bag in the trash, she headed for the bathroom.

Did they have cameras in there too?
God, I hope not.
As she entered, she lifted her gaze. Nope. Nothing. One room in the house with some level of privacy. As long as the men weren’t there with her.

As soon as she’d taken care of the necessities and washed her hands, she padded back to the bedroom and the dreaded mat. How often would they leave her there on the mat, staring at the walls?

Stephanie shivered as she looked out the window. Was it true no one could see her? She sat on her knees just in case and peered outside in every direction. Probably not. Still. It felt weird wandering around the house naked.

The phone pinged.

Dane: Hope lunch was satisfactory. If you’re finished with the assignment we left, there is a book you can read next to the wall. All your reading material will be approved by us for a while. When we ask you to read, we mean it. Don’t fake it. You might be quizzed.

She set the phone down and then snatched it back up.
Yes, Sir
.

The book was right where he’d said it would be. How had she not noticed it before?

Dominance and submission: Knowing What’s Right for You

Stephanie’s back ached from sitting so long this morning. She lay down on her side on the mat and opened the book, curling her legs up. It was chilly in the room. She’d been so concerned with her assignment earlier, she hadn’t noticed. Now she shivered. Goose bumps rose on her skin.

She stared at the first page, reading it several times, but not absorbing the words. Her concentration was shot. She was exhausted. Instead of reading, her mind wandered to this morning.

Had she made the right choice giving up her free will to Aiden and Dane? She needed to stop second-guessing herself. She had nothing to lose by taking this chance. She would forever wonder what could have been if she didn’t give this a try. The worst that could happen would be for her to walk away considerably more educated on the subject of submission, although perhaps with a bit less self-esteem.

Her eyes closed.
God, I’m tired.

Chapter Five

Aiden stared at the computer and laughed.

“What?” Dane asked as he wiped his hands on a towel.

The lunch rush had been crowded for a Monday and Aiden wanted to get out of there for a few minutes. “She’s asleep.”

“No.” Dane leaned over Aiden’s shoulder, squeezing it as he kissed Aiden’s temple before glancing at the screen. “Rich.” He smirked. “God, I’m going to enjoy this.”

Aiden sat back, grabbed Dane’s hand with his own and then stood. “Let’s go. I can’t wait.”

On their way out, Dane waved at the employees who would be there all afternoon cleaning, restocking and preparing for the evening. “We might be late. See you in a bit.”

In five minutes he was following Dane to the door of the apartment. Dane opened it as silently as possible. Catching their woman asleep was going to startle the crap out of her.

When they entered the bedroom, there she lay, curled on her side, the book open but leaning over her hand. She looked angelic like that. Her sweet ass, a tone lighter than her leg, begged him to stroke the skin.

Instead, Aiden took out his cell and sent her a message.

Stephanie bolted upright when the phone buzzed. She floundered for a moment, reaching around for the cell, until she realized she wasn’t alone and her gaze landed on Aiden. “Shit. I fell asleep. What time is it?”

He pursed his lips and furrowed his brow, trying hard to look angry. It was tough. The little sprite was flustered and the side of her face was red from the mat.

Dane grasped Aiden’s biceps and stared over his shoulder.

“Shit,” she repeated when she got her bearings. “Sorry, Sir. I mean…” Her voice trailed off. Her gaze lowered. A moment passed and then she scrambled to her knees and assumed the first position—about two minutes too late.