Bound to be Tamed: Emergence, Book 2 (18 page)

She nodded, unable to form words as he stepped away and left without another glance.

Stephanie breathed deeply, her entire body on alert from the recent fondling. She needed more, while at the same time wishing he hadn’t done that.

She looked at the screen in front of her and grabbed the mouse, her fingers shaking and threatening noncompliance. A few clicks and she had the computer open and ready.

Her legs bobbed up and down. The material of her skirt shifted against her thighs, making her aware of the teasing silk as it grazed the exposed parts of her pussy. It settled between her spread legs. If she didn’t control her arousal, the material would get wet from touching her.

She reached under the skirt, holding the silk up with one hand and adjusting the thong with the other to make sure she wasn’t leaking onto the leather chair.

Her phone beeped and she nearly jumped. Did one of them need something already? She dropped the skirt, picked up the cell and stared in disbelief, her mouth drying.

You weren’t given permission to touch yourself.

Aiden. Fuck.

Stephanie whipped her head up as she dropped the phone on the desk. Sure enough, in the corner of the office was a camera like the ones in the apartment. And Aiden was watching her from his cell somewhere.

She licked her lips and mouthed, “Sorry, Sir.”

Shit. She wouldn’t need to touch her nipples to keep them hard. They would do that on their own knowing there was an audience.

Picking up the top file on the desk, she stared at the contents.
Might as well get to work.

Chapter Twelve

Jason looked up from his desk in the back office when the door opened, squeaking on the hinges. He needed to fix that lest he lose two lives every time it made that noise.

Carlton stepped in.

“Hey,” Jason said. “What’s up?”

“Just making sure you have the couple of new guys on your calendar for a walk through. They’ll be here tomorrow to visit.”

“Yep.” Jason leaned to one side and stared at his desk calendar.

“Good.” Carlton turned to leave, but he paused at the door and turned back. “Everything okay, boss?”

“Yep.” Jason smiled at him. “No worries.” He knew he’d been distracted, but he hadn’t thought it was that obvious.

Carlton left and Jason set his gaze back on the computer screen.

His mind wouldn’t stop wandering to Stephanie Parkins. Was she the same woman he’d known when she was a child? And where did she go? Why had she quit her job? Unanswered questions nagged him.

Now that he knew what jerks her bosses were at Seabring, he feared the reasons Ms. Parkins might have quit her job so abruptly. She could have been harassed.

The Internet was a fine source of information these days. And Jason was determined to hunt down one Stephanie Parkins and ascertain her origins at the same time. With another click of the mouse, he printed one more page of information.

As the printer processed, Jason read the information on the monitor. Bingo. It had to be her. Now all he had to do was head to her address and— And what? He had no idea what he would say or how he would introduce himself.

The pile of printouts on her had grown and he stuffed everything into a manila folder. There was no rush. He needed to think this through clearly before he acted.

Maybe he should leave her alone. She had no idea who he was. Why rock the boat? But it bothered him that she lived so close and he knew everything about her. Even though he might not mean anything to her, knowing she was okay was important to him. Especially after what happened with those assholes, Cane and Reeves.

Besides, she had a right to know more about who she was and where she came from. Withholding that information wasn’t fair either.

Dane stepped into Aiden’s office several hours later, making Stephanie jump in her seat as though she’d been caught doing something prohibited. He grinned and held up a plate of food before setting it on the desk. He knew she’d been so focused on working that she’d been startled. But he still thought it would be fun to tease her. “Were you doing something naughty?”

“No, Sir.” She lifted her gaze.

“Were you thinking about doing something you shouldn’t?” He tried not to laugh.

“No. I was just working, Sir.” She nodded at the computer and he leaned over the desk to see her work.

He had no idea what he was looking at. Nearly everything that happened in that office was Aiden’s domain. Not that Dane wasn’t fully involved in the business, but he knew way more about food than numbers.

“Eat.” He pointed at the steaming plate in front of her and watched as she lowered her gaze. The woman was so focused she didn’t stop to eat without being told.

“That smells fantastic.” She picked up the fork and stabbed into a bite of chicken. She moaned around the bite and let her eyes close to small slits.

Dane had to adjust his cock when she made that noise. It was the same one she made when she came. He needed to see that again really soon.

“I’m going to gain ten pounds hanging around you.”

“I doubt it, but I love that you enjoy your food.” He sat in the chair across from her and leaned on his elbows to watch her eat.

“Are you going to eat?” she asked as she scooped up another bite.

“Already did. I thought you might eventually lift your head for a break, but then I realized it wasn’t going to happen so I interrupted you.”

She stabbed another piece of chicken and grinned at him. She was in no submissive form, but he didn’t care. He also enjoyed the friendly normal everyday banter with her.

“Did you always want to be a chef?”

“No. But I did always enjoy cooking. Even when I was a little kid, I would rather be in the kitchen with my mom than outside with the neighborhood kids. Luckily she indulged me and taught me everything she knew. My dad, on the other hand, rolled his eyes. ‘Boys should be outside playing ball. What’s the matter with you?’” He imitated his father in a mock tone that nearly matched the man’s deep voice.

“When did you decide to be a chef then?”

“Well, after my dad kicked me out of the house at eighteen and I moved in with my boyfriend at the time, I worked several odd jobs. It wasn’t until a few years later that I acknowledged my love of food, Italian food in particular.”

She wolfed down the dinner while he talked. He loved a woman that didn’t pick around her food and pretend she didn’t really eat.

When she finished, she looked up at him. “Where is the restroom?”

Dane stood. “This way.” He nodded behind him as he collected her plate. As she followed him out the door, she grabbed the scarf from the hook. He grinned to himself.
Of course she did.

He escorted her to the ladies’ room and then followed her back. Stephanie scurried behind the desk and sat. But the moment Dane shut the door behind him he went in for the kill. “Come here.” He curved one finger toward him and stroked it through the air.

Stephanie pushed the chair back and stepped around the desk. Her face flushed under his gaze. Her nipples hardened. He could see them through the thin material of her blouse as he tugged the scarf free of her shoulders and reached back to toss it over the hook.

“You’ve been working so hard.” He lifted her off the ground and sat her on the top of the desk, making her gasp. “Spread your legs.” Her skirt was short enough that it had ballooned out around her and left her bare on the wood surface.

She inched her knees apart.

“Lean back on your hands.” Dane knelt in front of her and smoothed his hands up her thighs, pushing the material of her skirt until it bunched around her waist. He pressed on her legs until they were as wide as he wanted. “So pink.” He blew across her skin.

She bucked. Her pussy was covered and so was her clit, both with little triangles of leather. Her pink swollen lips straddled the thong though. Sexy as hell. He licked one and then the other, holding her firmly so she couldn’t lift her ass off the desk.

Stephanie moaned. “We’re at work, Dane.” Her voice pleaded with him.

He ignored her and slipped his tongue under the leather to stroke across her clit. It wasn’t enough. Not for him or for her.

Holding her thigh with his elbow, he used his free hand to stretch the small triangle over her clit to one side. He breathed against her little nub. “Is the cock inside you making you feel full, Steph?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was breathy, forced through gritted teeth.

He flicked his tongue over her clit rapidly and then flattened it against the tight, swollen nub.

Stephanie groaned. “I’m gonna come, Sir.”

Of course you are. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dane sped up his torture, making her writhe beneath him. He could hear her gasping for air as he alternated between flicking her clit and pressing against it. It took only minutes for her to stiffen beneath him.

She screamed out in short pants as her orgasm washed through her.

Dane kept licking her as he grinned against her pussy. So sexy. Her little noises, strangled in an effort not to be heard, pleased him.

When the tremors subsided, he stood and pulled her head against his chest.

She wrapped her arms around him and spoke into his shirt. “It’s super embarrassing that you can do that to me so quickly.”

“You’ve been sitting there for hours with a dildo inside you that rivals Aiden and me in size. It’s to be expected. And I love it. It tells me how much you enjoy what we do to you.”

She chuckled. “Enjoy? That’s an understatement…Sir.” She lifted her face, a coy look in her eyes.

“Trying to tempt me, little sub?”

“Isn’t it a bit late for that, big Dom?”

Oh, she was in so much shit. Her tongue was digging a deep hole.

Dane swiftly laid her back against the desk, being sure she didn’t hit her head on the wood as she landed.

A screech came from her mouth at the shock. “What—?”

“Quiet, sub. No speaking.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the item he’d had there all day for such an opportunity. “You think you can taunt me and get away with it?” He looked at her, but she bit her lip in response, her eyes wide.

Dane pulled the leather off her clit again. He stroked the little hood several times, waiting for her body to respond anew to his touch. It didn’t take long before she squirmed.

“Hold still. I didn’t say you could move.” He flattened his palm on her groin. In his other hand, he held the treasure.

Without showing it to her, he placed the little butterfly over her exposed nub, ensuring that the hood was pulled back and the tiny vibrator was in direct contact with her clit. “There. That ought to make you reconsider being coy with me.”

He put the leather triangle back in place, situating it over the butterfly. It was a tight fit and he knew the pressure against her would be tremendous, especially after coming all over his mouth.

She moaned and he lifted his gaze to her. “No sounds.” Tugging on her arms, he pulled her back to sitting. “Go back to your chair.”

She walked stiffly, her legs spread unnaturally wide as she waddled.

“Unbutton your blouse,” he commanded.

She flinched and then fumbled with the buttons with shaky fingers, her gaze on her task.

He adored when she was this flustered. Keeping her always unsure what he and Aiden might command was his passion. Not because he enjoyed tormenting her, but because he loved how horny it made her. The act of dominating his little sub made her so wet.

The flush on her chest told him she was beside herself. “I’m sorry, Sir. I won’t mock you again.”

“Perhaps. But I’m not intending to let you forget it anytime soon.” He pulled a second item from his pocket. “Remember this?” He strode around the desk, wheeled the chair back and stepped in front of her. He held the little device in front of her face.

She nodded, her eyes widening. She opened her mouth, but closed it after a second of thought.

“Hold it for me.” Dane spread her blouse open after she took the little remote from his hand.

Her nipples stood erect. He pinched them. “I like them poking out. So does Aiden. He told you that, right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Okay, how about you pinch them for me?”

He took the gadget from her hand and she lifted both hands to her tits. With the tips of her fingers, she pinched her nipples the tiniest bit.

Dane flipped the dial on the remote to the first setting.

Stephanie moaned and stiffened. Her fingers stopped working.

“You like that?”

She didn’t move.

He lifted her skirt and bunched it up high on her thighs. When he stroked his fingers through the sides of her thong, they came away soaked. “I guess that’s a yes.”

Her head fell forward.

“I’ll make you a deal. You stay in this position. Leave your skirt up. Hold your blouse open wide. Hold your tits higher with both palms…” He waited for her to comply and watched as she took both globes in her hands. “Good. Now, keep those nipples erect and pinched until one of us returns. If you can do that, I’ll leave the vibrations on low. If I catch you in the camera slacking, I’ll raise the level each time. Understood?”