Bound to be Tamed: Emergence, Book 2 (17 page)

Full-time submission put a new spin on things. Though the men had agreed to allow her to work, and she anxiously awaited the brain stimulation, she didn’t have the specifics on what they would expect from her in public. And she cringed imagining what they might want her to wear. It was one thing to go out this morning in that flimsy sundress. She’d known they were going to Steve’s. It would be an entirely different scenario if they expected her to wear anything like that at the restaurant. There was no way she could do it.

Stephanie shut off the water and stepped from the shower onto the rug. She shivered in the cool air of the room and longed for a giant fluffy towel like the one Dane sported around his waist. He stood at the sink shaving and she watched his reflection in the mirror.

She’d been the last to get in the shower after being allowed some privacy behind the closed door of the adjoining small toilet room.

Aiden was dressed to kill, as usual, in a gray pinstriped suit, a purple tie, a starched white dress shirt and expensive shoes.

He handed her a washcloth. “Dry off, hon.”

She shivered as he watched her. Often one of the men relished drying her himself, but she figured he didn’t want to get water spots on his suit.

As she finished drying her body as best as possible, Dane stepped from the sink and wrapped her hair in a towel. He kissed her nose. “You smell good enough to eat. But I’ll save that for later.”

Much later, she hoped.

He pointed at the bench on her side of the bathroom. “Do the minimal, please. We like your face clear of most makeup.”

Naked, as usual, she spread cream on her face, applied mascara and then stared at her reflection. She’d never worn much makeup anyway. This wasn’t new, but her cheeks hadn’t been this rosy in all of her life.

“Gorgeous.” Aiden unwrapped her hair, and she sat while he combed through the locks and blew dry the curls. “Go lie on the bed, legs spread, ass at the edge.”

She padded to the other room and did as she’d been told, knowing she wasn’t going to care for whatever they had in mind.
Please don’t let them embarrass me in public. That’s all I ask.

Dane came out of the closet wearing his signature black pants. His chest was still bare, and she stared at the expanse of it longingly. “Hold your thighs apart, baby.”

She lifted her knees and planted her feet on the mattress, spreading herself wide with both hands.

The pop of the tube in his hand made her flinch. Of course he would put something annoying on her pussy. God forbid she be permitted to go to work without some heated substance forcing the majority of her attention to her clit and the folds of her sex.

The row of gel he pulled across his finger in her line of vision made her moan. He raised an eyebrow at her and paused. “Something wrong?”

“No, Sir.”
Except that is going to make me too horny to function.

“Good to know.” He spread the stimulant between her lips, over her clit and into her pussy. He even reached inside her ass with the last of it. Then he left her there while he went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Stephanie held her breath. The cream wasn’t doing its job yet, but the intimate way Dane had touched her still had her head spinning.

He returned with more objects in his hands. A dildo she hadn’t seen before and the godforsaken leather thong from last week. The feminine pink of the scrap of leather did nothing to give it the allure of femininity. It was a wicked tool.

She focused on the rubber cock in his hand as he set the thong on the mattress. He held the dildo to her lips and stroked over the lower one. “You know the drill.”

Oh shit. Right. She needed to lick it. Suck it. Familiarize her mouth with the item before he put it inside her. Tentatively, she parted her lips and licked the tip of the phallic-shaped bane of today’s existence. The rubber tasted distinct on her tongue. Not unpleasant, but new. He’d taken it out of the wrapper no doubt.

“Open,” he encouraged.

She parted her teeth and let it slip inside her mouth. It was large. Almost as large as Aiden and Dane.

It would drive her to distraction the rest of the day. Was it worth it for a trip to the restaurant? Yes.

Dane popped the dildo from her mouth and immediately ran it through her lower slit, back and forth, not reaching her clit, but making her yearn for more. Her body shook from trying to hold her thighs and keep from bucking into the device.

After a few strokes, he slid the rubber phallus home. It filled her. It was longer and wider than any vibrator she’d had before. When completely inserted so that only a loop of rubber peaked from her pussy, it was deep, penetrating. She was totally impaled.

She couldn’t breathe or move for fear of orgasm.

Dane pried her hands from her thighs and her legs fell to a V, dangling from the edge of the bed. He grabbed the thong, slipped her feet into it and then pulled it up her body.

“Stand for me,” he asked before it was over her ass.

With his help, she sat and slipped off the mattress. Her feet planted firmly on the hardwood floor.

Dane tucked his fingers under the leather sides and slid it the rest of the way up over her ass, settling it above her hips. It was snug—too tight for her to lose anything it held inside her, and that was the objective.

“There.” He stepped back, his gaze traveling the length of her body from feet to head. He smiled. “You look so fucking sexy in the leather trainer.”

She hated the word
trainer
. It made her cringe and caused her pussy to contract at the same time, which infuriated her further.

Aiden entered and stared at her alongside Dane. “Beautiful.” He set a hand on Dane’s shoulder and kissed the man on the cheek. In his hand he held clothing. She didn’t recognize it. They’d obviously done quite a bit of shopping over the weekend in anticipation of her arrival Monday morning.

Was that only yesterday?

Aiden knelt in front of her and tapped her leg. Without a word, he dressed her, first pulling the skirt up and then standing to slip the blouse over her arms.

The skirt was short and full, as usual. A pale green color that looked fantastic against her bare legs. She’d never worn that color before. Hell, she’d worn almost all black until she’d met these men. Hiding her wasn’t their MO. Showing her off was.

Even though the material reached several inches below her ass, it did nothing to make her feel dressed. Her butt cheeks were bare and God forbid anyone should happen to see what was going on underneath the silky skirt.

When she lifted her gaze to the blouse Aiden was buttoning, she gasped. Her nipples pebbled. The shirt was white and didn’t begin to hide her dark areolas or the pointy tips she would never be without.

Aiden finished buttoning, leaving far more cleavage than she’d find respectable, especially without a bra. He tucked the blouse into her skirt and stood back.

No fucking way
, she chanted in her head.
No way.
Outwardly, she hoped they couldn’t see her cringing. If she spoke her thoughts the situation would worsen. Unless she used her safe word… The word “red” was on the tip of her tongue, but she held it back. She needed to trust them. They loved to toy with her mind, but they never disappointed her.

Dane nodded and left the room only to return moments later with cute silver sandals. Holding her calf, he put the first one on and then repeated the process on the other side.

Please let them give me a sweater…

Instead, Aiden laid some jewelry on the bed and separated the pieces.

She didn’t recognize any of it. They’d even chosen her accessories. After he handed her earrings and waited for her to put them in, he tapped the back of her head, and she bent forward for him to clasp a necklace behind her.

A silver locket landed between her breasts at the right length to accentuate her cleavage, visible to everyone only because her blouse wasn’t buttoned up high enough.

She clasped the bracelet on and added a few rings. The items were all perfect. “Thank you, Sirs,” she mumbled.

“Let’s go.” Dane glanced at his watch. He’d put his shirt on at some point and looked starched to perfection, as usual.

Stephanie followed the men toward the front door. She walked with her gaze lowered, thankful for the ability to hide her hot, flushed cheeks.
Seriously?
She couldn’t leave the apartment with her nipples showing like that.

Aiden opened the door. She froze.

Dane stepped up behind her. “What’s the matter?” he whispered into her ear while tucking something under her hair.

She exhaled when she saw the fantastic wide scarf land over her shoulders to cover both breasts. It was made of the same silky material as the blouse and skirt, but with a swirl of greens and blues and pinks. And it gave her the protection she’d been craving.

Stephanie followed the men down the elevator and out into the sunshine.

During the two blocks to the restaurant, Aiden spoke to her. “We don’t expect you to act unreasonably submissive at work. At least not in front of others. We only have the one office space there, so you’ll use my desk to handle the computer issues. Obviously you’re a whiz.” He smiled at her, pride in his voice and on his face.

The only example he had was the work she did last night.

“If you really enjoy this sort of thing, you can take over all the purchase orders, accounting, taxes, payroll. Whatever you want. Sky’s the limit on that. Anything you do that I don’t have to do is appreciated.”

“I love it.” She did. She wasn’t kidding. The work she’d done last night had been fun. Their bookkeeping was a mess, but she could at least follow the paper trail and straighten it out.

Dane opened the door to the restaurant and held it as Aiden and Stephanie entered.

She squinted in the darker environment after the sunny afternoon.

A few employees were wandering around. “Hey, bosses,” one of them said, tipping his head, his hands full of a stack of cloth napkins.

“Guys, this is Stephanie. She’s going to be helping us with the books, behind the scenes stuff. She’ll be working here sometimes and other times from home.” Aiden set a hand on her back and she walked forward, uncomfortable with his possessive gesture.

Everyone would hate her if she was fucking the boss…or bosses. However, all she received were warm smiles of greeting, handshakes and welcomes. No one seemed insubordinate.

Aiden propelled her through the restaurant, across the kitchen and into the office in the back corner. “I keep this door locked at all times.” He nodded toward a safe in the corner. “During business hours, we bring some money back here to secure until it can be taken to the bank. Different people do that task at different hours every day so it never becomes obvious to anyone hoping to rob us.”

Dane nodded over Aiden’s shoulder. “I’m going to get to work. See you later.”

She watched him retreat and waited for Aiden to continue.

“Anyway, the door is on a code.” He pointed to the outside and then let it shut, locking them in. “Only Dane and I know the code, so you can rest assured no one else will come through that door. When someone else needs something from this room, either Dane or I will open it.”

She nodded. That was good. But what the hell did he expect her to do with that information? She wasn’t about to sit in there naked.

Aiden nodded to the chair behind the desk. “Use the instructions you’ve always been given. Sit with your ass on the seat, your skirt lifted behind you, legs spread, pussy open.” He leaned in to emphasize the last words directly into her ear, and then he stroked a hand up her back and wrapped it around the scarf at her neck. “You won’t need the scarf in here.” He pulled it free so slowly she had plenty of time to process the unveiling of her tits.

She shivered. Her nipples hardened instantly, as they always did when she felt exposed. Traitors.

Aiden hung the scarf on a coat rack by the door and pointed behind the desk. “Go ahead.” He watched as she circled the smooth mahogany and pulled out the black leather swivel chair.

She sat gingerly, lifting the skirt behind her and settling her bare skin on the seat. The dildo inside her pressed in farther and she straightened her back to keep it from pushing too deep. She’d grown accustomed to it during the walk, but now it became uber apparent. The leather thong held it tight with the triangle of soft leather that covered her pussy, keeping anything secure inside her.

“Stephanie, spread your legs wider,” Aiden admonished. “Good.” He set a pile of folders from the apartment on the desk and handed her a list. “Here’re all the passwords you’ll need and a list of things to do.”

He set her cell phone on the desk next. “If you need anything, text. Sometimes I’m stuck at the front, but I’ll get to you as soon as I can. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Aiden stared at her, scrutinizing her with narrowed eyes. He came around behind her, flattened his hands on her shoulders and slid them down inside her blouse.

She moaned and leaned back into his unexpected touch as he squeezed her breasts with both hands, her nipples trapped between his fingers.

When he released his grip, he pinched both tits firmly. “I like them erect. Flick your fingers over them to keep them that way while you work.”