Bound to be Tempted: Emergence, Book 4 (16 page)

When he finally released her lips and pulled out of her to remove all the Velcro restraints, she was exhausted.

He chuckled as she let each limb collapse onto the sheets. “I’ll run a bath for you. The warm water will help your muscles.”

“God, that sounds amazing.”

Carlton left her lying limp on the bed and padded from the room. When he returned, he swatted her ass gently. “Come on. We have to get to the club. We don’t have all night, lazy.”

She pulled herself to sitting. “Somebody wore me out with sexual antics.”

“Somebody has to take all the blame herself for getting into such a predicament.”

“Ha.” Margaret stood on wobbly legs and dragged herself to the bathroom. The moment she slipped under the steaming water, she sighed. It felt fantastic. No bath in history had ever felt so welcoming.

She lay there for several minutes before reaching for the soap. During that time, she watched Carlton take a second shower and emerge looking larger than life. “You just going to lie there?” He smirked.

Margaret held up the soap. “I’ve managed to get this one palm clean, but I haven’t found the strength to do the rest yet. These things take time.”

He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “You were wonderful. You deserve a break. I’ll go make something for dinner. You take your time.”

She watched him disappear around the corner, thinking she was the luckiest person alive.

And this man would destroy her when he let her go.

Chapter Twelve

At midnight, Margaret propped herself onto a bar stool and asked the bartender for a soda. She rarely drank the sickeningly sweet beverage, but she needed both the caffeine and the sugar tonight.

She sat very straight, keeping her back as rigid as possible to avoid causing the front of her dress to gape open and give everyone around her a peek of her tits.

Her newfound sensitivity was absurd. She’d been coming to Emergence for over a year. She’d revealed every inch of her person to the crowd many times, including her nipples. Why on earth was she suddenly self-conscious about her body?

She turned to glance over her shoulder at the man managing the front door. His appraising gaze was on her, and he sent a chill down her spine from across the room.

That was why. Carlton was the reason for her change in attitude. She was no longer responsible for deciding who saw what and when. She was under the direction of a Dom now. He would decide what she wore and when she would display her assets at Emergence. Tonight she wore the new dress that concealed her most private parts, and nothing more.

After one full day, already she was an emotional mess when it came to Carlton. She hadn’t meant to fall for him. This was meant to be an experiment in her sexuality and submission. And she needed to get her head back in the right place because Carlton had never once insinuated that for him this was anything more than temporary.

Warm hands slipped around her middle, making her flinch an instant before she relaxed into Carlton’s embrace. He kissed her ear and whispered, “It’s just me, baby.” His fingers splayed across the expanse of bare skin at her belly and grazed the inside of her breasts.

“Mmm.” She closed her eyes, relaxing into his touch.

“Come back to my office.” He lifted her off the stool with both hands as though she were nothing more than a feather. In the high heels she wore, it took her a second to get her feet under her.

He winked as she steadied herself against him, and then he clasped her hand and led her through the throng of patrons to the entrance to the back rooms.

The moment the door shut behind her, silence relaxed her. Normally she loved the bustle of the main room, but tonight, she’d counted the minutes until she could be alone with Carlton again. It seemed her wait was over.

He led her down the hall and into his office, where he kicked the door shut and immediately turned to press her into the wall. He cupped her face with both hands. “Baby, you’ve been driving me crazy all night. Every move you make gets me harder.” He took her mouth in a powerful kiss that left her weak.

His hands spanned her waist again, both supporting her against the wall and teasing the undersides of her breasts.

When he finally released her lips, he righted himself and reached into his pocket.

She knew what was in there. He’d warned her earlier.

Sure enough, he held up the small clamps he’d selected earlier in the day. She’d tried on a similar pair.

Carlton wrapped one large hand around her neck and set his forehead against hers. “I want to put these on you. Just knowing they’re there will take my breath. Will you wear them for me?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was breathless. A moment ago, she’d been leery about the clamps, and now that he’d asked her with such affection, she felt only the desire to please him.

“Ask me.”

She licked her lips. “Please, Sir. I’d like to wear the nipple clamps for you.”

“Excellent.” He stepped back, brushed her hair over her shoulder, unsnapped the tiny crisscross straps holding her dress together in the center and easily slid the leather material to one side to expose her nipple.

Margaret gasped as he toyed with the already erect bud, pinching and twisting it until it hardened further. Holding the tip with one hand, he drew it out from her breast and slid the little clamp into place.

The pinch was instantaneous, and she fought against the urge to squirm.

“God, that’s sexy, baby.” He spread the other side of her dress open farther and repeated the attention on her left nipple, clamping it to match its twin.

A tiny tinkling sound caught her attention, and she glanced down to see each clamp had a small bell dangling below her nipples.

Carlton stepped back. He surveyed her from head to toe. “Lift your arms and cross them behind your head, baby.”

She did as he instructed, knowing what the action did to her tits.

“That’s so goddamn sexy.” He reached to flick first one bell and then the other, making them sway and pull on her nipples.

They weren’t unbearable. The pain had been sharp but short lasting. Now she was left with a pinching sensation that was simultaneously sending a message of arousal to her pussy.

He stepped forward and cupped her chin, tipping her head up to meet his gaze. “May I take a picture?”

She sucked in a breath, her eyes widening at his suggestion.

“I want to remember this moment and the expression on your face while wearing my adornments. I would never breach your trust in me. Any photos I take are purely for your pleasure and mine. No one will ever see them.”

She found herself nodding consent.

“I need a verbal, baby.”

She swallowed.
Him and his verbals
. “If it pleases you, Sir, I’d like you to photograph my new nipple clamps.”

He smiled as he stepped back and used a small digital camera to capture the image. “Keep your arms behind your head, your elbows spread. There. Perfect.” He took a few shots. She wasn’t sure how many. It was so titillating having someone take nude pictures of her breasts she almost moaned.

As he put his phone back in his pocket, he spoke again. “You liked that. The pictures, I mean.”

“I did, Sir.”

“Good. I like pictures. I want to be able to catch moments of our time to look at later. Especially when you do something new that makes your face light up with a blush.” He gave her a quick peck on the lips. “You can lower your arms now.” He reclipped the straps between her breasts, drawing the sections of material over her nipples and trapping the clamps against her skin.

“Will you come to the front with me? I hate you being halfway across the room. When I can’t see you, I worry some asshole is going to harass you. I know it’s boring, but I like having you close.”

“Of course, Sir.” She hadn’t wanted to get in his way or distract him from his job. The first step she took made her gasp. The clamps forced her nipples to rub against the leather and tug on her breasts with each movement.

Carlton set his lips on her neck and nibbled. “I love knowing the clamps are under there, just inside, where I can easily swipe a finger and remind myself.”

Margaret wished they could stay here in his office and do any scene in the world he desired. The last thing she wanted was to walk back out in public and wait patiently for him to get off work to give her his attention again.

She followed him to the front, however, wondering the entire time what on earth she’d been thinking concerning his attentiveness. The man could work a crowd, manage the club, speak to every member as they entered the front door, and still leave Margaret feeling as though every ounce of his attention was focused solely on her.

Carlton set her on a stool behind the front desk. He leaned in to whisper in her ear again. “Spread your legs, baby. Nobody can see you from the other side.”

Again she thought how silly it was for her to care who saw her. Patrons had seen her pussy before. They’d seen her nipples. Heck, half the people in the club tonight could probably describe her ass cheeks and their color in great detail. Most of the members were aware of the intricate aspects of her nipples—their color, the size of her areolas, the way they stiffened when provoked.

But those parts of her weren’t for public viewing right now. Carlton hadn’t said as much in words, but he had treated her with discretion from the moment they’d begun this arrangement.

The man didn’t share. It almost made her giggle.

And it forced her to feel as though the intimate, private parts of her body were for him and him alone. She didn’t feel the need or desire to share with anyone else all of the sudden.

She spread her legs as he requested, allowing her ass to rest naked against the stool. The dress was too short to keep tucked under her butt cheeks anyway, and she had to sit straight again to avoid letting the front of the dress gape open and display more than Carlton had in mind.

Between customers, he would reach for her, stroke her thigh, her arm, her cheek. Without warning, he would run a finger through her pussy, gather the wetness and bring it to his lips.

Every move he made heightened her arousal. When he slipped two fingers into her dress to jingle the bell hanging from her nipple, she fought the urge to come at that simple gesture.

“Am I distracting you?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Because you’re distracting the hell out of me.” He turned and greeted the next customer.

Lord, she was in so much trouble. She was falling hard. Why did Carlton have to be so fucking temporary? She couldn’t imagine calling an end to this arrangement and then returning week after week to Emergence and not having him as her Dom. It made her sick to her stomach just picturing him with someone else. And there was no way she could switch to another Dom at this point. He owned her. He just didn’t know it.

She’d been a member of this club for over a year. She’d never seen Carlton with a sub of his own. Sure, he dominated many women. She’d seen him dozens of times. But to her knowledge he’d never taken on a permanent submissive. Perhaps he didn’t like the idea. Maybe that was why he insisted this arrangement was temporary.

She chewed on her lower lip, wondering if there was any way she could make him see reason and keep her. She had two weeks to convince him. And she intended to make good use of that time. She knew he felt more for her than he was willing to admit, but he was stubborn. She didn’t know why. But she intended to find out.

After a while another employee came to the front. “Carlton, Jason sent me over here to tell you you’re a crappy delegator and if you don’t turn the front desk over to me, you’re fired. His words.” The man held up both hands in innocence.

Carlton laughed. “Fine. You take over. I have some business to take care of in my office anyway.”

Business, my ass
.

Carlton lifted her off the stool, manhandling her to the ground for the second time in the evening, and making her acutely aware that instead of feeling like a child, she felt cherished, loved, respected.

She followed him to the back office again, waiting patiently while he shut and locked the door.

She still didn’t say a word as he tugged on the black tie he wore and jerked it over his head. He removed his shirt, one button at a time, not taking his gaze off her.

Margaret squirmed beneath his gaze as he removed first his shirt, then his shoes and socks and finally his pants. He wore nothing under the black denim.

When he stepped forward to lift her arms over her head, she realized she’d been holding her breath. He pulled the dress up her body, slowly, teasing her with his touch on every inch of her skin. “How do your nipples feel, baby?” He tossed her dress aside and lifted her breasts to examine the jewelry.

“Exotic, Sir.”

“Really?” He lifted one eyebrow. “Exotic, huh? Interesting.”

He toyed with the dangling bells and then leaned forward to flick his tongue over her nipples, one at a time. “You may touch me, Maggie.” He took her hands in his and set them on his cock.

She loved the smooth feel of his skin pulled tight across his length. She loved how firm and virile he felt, as though his life force were expressed through this one appendage. She even loved how the smooth tip leaked the milky-white precome.

She longed to taste him again. “May I suck you, Sir?”

“Is that what you want?”

“I do, Sir. Please.”

He nodded. “I would never deny a woman a blowjob.”

She lowered herself to her knees, careful to keep them spread apart to his requirements. She wrapped her palm around the base of his cock and licked the tip.

Bolder this time, she sucked him in deep. Her pussy grew wetter when Carlton moaned.

She loved the way he threaded one hand in her hair, not pushing or pulling, just caressing her scalp.

She sucked harder, as though she were starving. In a way, she was. She needed him with a force that wouldn’t stop. She needed him inside her, around her, over her… As she continued, she relished the taste of his precome leaking from the tip. His fingers stiffened in her hair.

Suddenly he groaned louder and jumped back to dislodge from her mouth. He hauled her up in front of him.

“Did I do something wrong, Sir?”

He pulled her lips up to meet his. “No, baby. You did everything way too right. I need to be inside you.”

The throbbing in her core increased tenfold as he wrapped his hands around her waist, lifted her off the ground and planted her back against the wall. In an instant he was inside her, taking her breath away.

Margaret wrapped her legs around his waist and held on to his biceps as he thrust again. He filled her so perfectly she wanted to grip him with her pussy and never let him escape. She willed him to slow down so it would last longer, but he was on a mission. He increased his pace instead, lifting her off him with each thrust until sweat beaded on his forehead and she had to bite her lower lip to keep from coming without permission.

As though on cue, he growled deep in his throat. “Come, baby. Now.”

She shattered around him, hoping he could manage to hold her up, because there was no chance she could assist in any way as her channel flexed around his cock, grasping at him.

When he finally stopped moving, he remained embedded inside her, pressing her against the wall while he caught his breath.

Her nipples rubbed against his, the tiny chains and bells making their presence known, heightening her sensitivity.

He met her gaze, one hand holding her up under her ass, the other cupping her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. “You slay me.”