Bound to be Tempted: Emergence, Book 4 (15 page)

He glanced at her peripherally several times. God, she was fucking gorgeous. Sometimes he thought he saw a flash of Karen, but only for a second and then it was gone. Her memory was easing away, replaced by this woman beside him who was not Karen. Her own personality was showing through. She wasn’t reckless at all. He still felt nervous every time she wasn’t with him, but at least he knew she wouldn’t be out drag racing or mountain climbing without a rope. Maggie was more mature. Hell, she was older. Would Karen have been similar at this age?

He shook the thought from his head and turned to watch Maggie’s profile while he waited at a red light.
She’s not Karen. Not even close. And she’s so much better
. Karen wasn’t submissive. She didn’t have a submissive bone in her body. Hell, back then Carlton wasn’t even a Dom. The idea hadn’t entered his head yet.

Maggie flashed him a smile while he stared at her. It lit up her face, and he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

When they got home, he led her to the bedroom, pulled her dress over her head and told her to lie across the bed sideways. “Spread your legs wider, baby. Arms over your head.”

She followed his instructions, still shaking from earlier. Her pussy as wet as it had been in the office.

“You want to try again?”

She nodded. “Please, Sir.”

He stared down at her, loving the way her body flushed under his gaze. Her nipples stood high and tight without touching them. Her pussy was still swollen and needy. Her clit peeked out from under the hood without assistance.

“There will be times when I want you to scream and writhe, and I’ll let you know when you may do so, but other times I want to catch you unaware and watch the rapture spread across your face without anyone else knowing.”

He leaned over the bed to get closer. “I’ll bring you to orgasm in public when you least expect it. And to do so, you have to stay still and quiet. It’s the single most sexy view in the world to me. I’ll train you to do it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And you’ll thank me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’ll give you another chance to practice now. Your job is simple. Don’t move unless I say so, and don’t make a sound.”

She nodded, but she didn’t look convinced.

Carlton pulled her ass to the edge of the bed so her pussy glistened right in front of him. There was no place for her legs, so he held them open and bent with his hands on both thighs. “Do you want me to touch you, baby?”

“Please, Sir.”

Her pussy called to him. He needed to taste her again. He leaned in and dragged his tongue over her slit and across her clit.

Maggie jerked, her entire body lifting off the bed, the only purchase coming from her shoulders. And she screamed.

Carlton released her, letting her legs dangle over the edge of the mattress and stepping back.

“Oh God. Carlton. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking horny. I need you inside me. Please.”

He waited while she realized what she’d said.

Her eyes went wide. “Sorry, Sir,” she stammered.

“You aren’t allowed to cuss. That’s twice today.”

“I know, Sir.”

“It’s not pretty. You’re a gorgeous woman. I don’t want to hear foul language coming from you. You’ll learn to curb that instinct.”

“I will. I’m sorry, Sir.” She scooted back, pleading with her eyes.

“If you’re going to cuss, you’ll be punished. I’ve made that clear.”

“Yes, Sir.” She let her gaze fall, her head tip toward her lap.

“How will I punish you for cussing?”

“I don’t know, Sir.”

“What do you think I might use to keep you from speaking?”

“A gag, Sir.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“Would you like to get that punishment out of the way now? Or wait until later tonight?”

“Now, Sir.”

Carlton crossed the room and grabbed his toy bag. He brought it closer and pulled out a bit. He wasn’t sure how much experience she had with gags, and he didn’t want her to choke, so he would start small. Anything holding her mouth open would keep her from talking. It didn’t matter what size it was.

“Lean forward.” As she did, he put the bit between her teeth and fastened the strap behind her head. “It’s not comfortable. It isn’t meant to be. It’s meant to remind you of your lapse of judgment. My punishments will fit the crime. You cuss, you lose your ability to speak. Simple.”

She nodded.

“Lie back. Keep your legs open. Don’t move while I shower.” He walked away, leaving her sexy body on the bed. It was difficult, but he had pushed the limits on his own needs. He needed to come so bad he was about to spew into his jeans.

His hands shook as he removed his clothes and flipped on the shower. In seconds he was inside, letting the cool water race down his body. He didn’t wait for it to warm. He needed the lower temperature anyway.

Without hesitating, he took his cock in his hand and pumped. He needed fast and furious. There would be no slow rise to heaven. Not this time. He thrust into his palm hard until his cock grew stiffer and he came in long jets that burst from his body as though he’d been waiting weeks for the release.

When he was finally spent, he stood for a while to catch his breath before he could reach for the soap and wash his body. His dick stayed hard, mocking him as though thinking it was humorous that he thought he might be able to ease his need with a short orgasm in the shower.

Carlton rolled his eyes at the stiff length between his legs. “I know. I know. You’ll have her again soon.”

He stepped from the shower, dried quickly and padded back into the bedroom with his towel around his waist.

Chapter Eleven

Maggie didn’t move a muscle while Carlton was in the shower. She adjusted to the rubber between her teeth and played with it with her tongue, trying to keep her mind off the pressure in her belly. She’d been horny for hours, it seemed. And getting no relief.

She was familiar with his demands. He’d made himself clear. But knowing what he expected and following through on his directions were two different things. It was nearly impossible for her to stay still and quiet while having sex. She’d always been rather loud and squirmy in the bedroom.

Carlton seemed to think her orgasms would be more intense if she tried his way.

She pulsed with renewed need as he padded back into the room. He glanced at the clock before he leaned over her, lifted her head and unstrapped the bit.

She swallowed and stretched her jaw when it fell free as she hauled herself to a sitting position.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Will you be cussing anymore?”

“No, Sir.”

“Okay then. You have two choices. We can go get dinner before going back to Emergence. Or I can replace the gag and you can use it to help you get relief without speaking. The bit won’t keep you from moaning, but it will keep you from using words.”

Oh God
.

“It’s early. We have time for whatever you choose.”

She glanced at his cock. There was no chance in hell he hadn’t just masturbated in the shower. And she remained as needy as ever. She wanted to cuss at him again, but she didn’t dare.

“I’m not used to coming without moving, and I’m noisy, Sir.” She lowered her gaze.

“And I love that about you. And I want you to be able to do both.” He leaned forward until his forehead almost touched hers over the bed. “Your next orgasm will be quiet and still. Once you’ve accomplished that task, I’ll let you have loud and squirmy as a reward.”

Fuck
. How was she going to do this? Earlier in the day she’d hoped he would budge on this subject, but not any longer. He was serious. She didn’t stand a chance. Under her own free will, she knew she couldn’t remain still.

“Tell me what you need, baby.” He stroked her chin. “How can I help?”

He knows. The bastard wants me to say it
.

She swallowed hard, mustering up the courage to ask for exactly what he was waiting for. She had no choice. She wanted to come, and he held the cards. She exhaled slowly. “Restrain me, Sir. And put the bit back in. I-I need to come.”

“Good girl.” He released her to reach back into the bag. What he held up next made her hold her breath.

She’d seen and experienced more forms of bondage than the average human. Her previous Domme had enjoyed bondage. But whatever he held in front of her now was foreign. The pile of straps and cuffs made no sense to her.

And then he started attaching them. He encircled her wrists with Velcro cuffs and then put a belt around her waist and cinched it tight. Two more straps attached to the belt under her breasts, and he lifted those, drew them over her shoulders and crisscrossed them in the back, sort of like suspenders. He attached them at the back of the belt. The front sections nestled over her nipples, making her more than aware of the pressure.

When he lifted two more cuffs, she expected them to be placed on her ankles, but that wasn’t what happened. He attached them high on her thighs.

For a moment she didn’t see how any of this was causing her to be restrained, though just the thought of all those straps made her hornier. But she hadn’t noticed all the connections until Carlton took her wrist and attached it to both her waist and her thigh. He did the same on the other side.

Oh God
. She was indeed trapped now, and her thighs had no chance of closing with her wrists attached to them like that. She also couldn’t anchor herself in any way. Her hands were of no use to her.

His face was intense as he worked. He yanked the towel he wore away and dropped it on the floor as he completed the attachments. “So sexy, baby. Do you know how horny it makes me to restrain you?” He stroked his cock to emphasize his words. Instead of waiting for a response, he put one hand behind her shoulders and eased her onto her back.

Her legs fell open wider. Her feet were free, but only for a moment. Two more cuffs came from the bag and Carlton wrapped them around her ankles, spun her to the center of the bed and secured the final cuffs to the bedposts. “There. That will keep you from kicking me.” He smiled.

Carlton grabbed the bit from the bed and reattached it to her mouth. “And that will keep you from talking.” He handed her a soft, squishy ball, setting it in her palm and wrapping her hand around it. “When you’re gagged and we’re engaged in sex play, you’ll need something to use if you need to stop. If you’re in pain or can’t tolerate anything I do, you drop the ball and I’ll stop. Got it?”

She nodded. She couldn’t imagine anything he could do she would need to halt, but it gave her peace of mind to know the option existed. She was so much more aroused than she had been earlier. The only thing she could think about was getting the relief she needed.

Carlton set a finger on her clit and tapped it. “So vulnerable. Do you like being open to me like this?”

She nodded.

“When I reach inside you, will I find you soaking wet?”

She nodded again.

He climbed between her legs, his cock bobbing in front of him.

Margaret swallowed the saliva building up in her throat. The urge to suck him was strong. If only she could exchange favors… But that wasn’t Carlton’s game. He didn’t make trades. He followed his rules and his rules alone. Sometimes that involved getting her off and sometimes it didn’t.

Carlton leaned over her and tugged the straps that lay tight against her nipples to the sides. The effect of that shift was that her breasts pressed to the center. They felt heavy and tight, and her nipples ached to be touched after the abrasion of the straps disappeared.

He set his hands on her open thighs and then caressed her skin everywhere, gently. Her arms and legs and torso. Everywhere but where she most needed his touch.

“So smooth. The most flawless skin I’ve ever seen.” His fingers fluttered over the curves of her breasts.

She willed him to stroke her nipples. Anything to bring relief from the need growing inside her.

Relief was on his time schedule though.

That’s not entirely true. If you would stay still and quiet, he’d grant you that orgasm
.

She communicated with every part of her body, begging her muscles to relax and let him do as he pleased. She promised her synapses the reward would be worth it if only her limbs would obey.

Deep breaths.

Carlton suddenly tapped her nipples.

She inhaled sharply, but she didn’t move.

“Good girl. You’re learning.” He danced his fingertips down her body. “What about here?” He tapped her clit next.

She remained still. It took all her will, but she closed her eyes and concentrated on each stroke of his fingers, absorbing the feeling, gathering the need, letting it settle in her pussy, waiting…waiting…waiting…

Back to her nipples. He pinched them this time. “Love these pink buds. You’ll wear the clamps tonight. I want to see them on you. You’ll wear them to remind you of your role.”

She swallowed again. Her nipples hardened further. The suggestion of clamping them should have made her nervous. But instead, she grew more aroused. She found herself wishing he would clamp them now. It would be easier to accept while she was restrained.

Later, he would take them while she had free will. Later, he would expect her to offer her tits up to him.

Back to her pussy. He toyed with her lips, pulling them open, stretching them until she felt the air rush across her wetness. “I’m going to push my fingers inside you now. Don’t move. Don’t moan. I’d hate to stop this. It’s so sexy.” He said that as if it pained him more than it did her.

She braced herself, willed her throat to remain silent. Staying still wasn’t a problem. She couldn’t even buck her body in this position. With her feet in the air, she had no chance of gaining any sort of purchase against the mattress.

And then he was inside her again. So good. Too good. She bit hard on the gag, her teeth clamping down to keep from moaning.

“So proud, baby. Feel the strokes. Relax… Let my fingers make you feel so good.” His voice was low, soothing.

She concentrated on his words…his fingers.

His movements were slow, deliberate, agonizing. His fingers fucked in and out of her at a pace that drove her mad. Wetness leaked to run between her ass cheeks. With his other hand, he held her hood off her clit, exposing it to the air also. “Your clit is swollen, baby. Needy.”

He didn’t touch it. His fingers kept their easy rhythm.

She needed to come worse than ever in her life. She’d go insane if she didn’t get the relief she needed soon. She’d do anything, including remain still and quiet. It was getting easier, partially because deep in the recesses of her brain, she was learning. There would be no relief if she didn’t obey this command.

“You’re doing so well. I know you’re close. Don’t come until I say so.” He thrust deeper, but not faster. “Your pretty ass is sexy as hell, but it will be even sexier when I spank you. If you come before I say, I’ll flip you over and spank you until the sting keeps you squirming all evening. Do you understand?”

She widened her eyes and nodded. Did he think those words would keep her from moaning? If anything they antagonized her, goading her into ruining the building orgasm. Hell, she would come in an instant if he spanked her.

“You like to be spanked. I know this. I can see it in your eyes. I’ve also watched other people spank you at the club. It gets you off.” He emphasized his words with a deep penetration of his fingers, adding a third.

He lowered his voice. “I’ve seen you come from spanking at Emergence. I know how much you like it. You won’t come when I spank you though, baby. Not unless I say so. If you were someone else, it would be different. But I know how much you enjoy having your ass smacked. I won’t deny you the experience from time to time, but spanking is a punishment in my house. I’ll use it to correct unwanted behavior. I know it will arouse you, but I won’t let you go over the edge.”

Her pulled his fingers from her pussy and stroked them across her perineum until he met her lower hole.

Maggie winced. It had been a long time since someone had breached the puckered entrance. She knew it would raise her arousal. She’d experimented with it before. His finger pressed against the entrance without slipping inside, perhaps gauging her reaction. When he removed the pressure, she had to strain not to sigh.

“You like that. You like having something in your tight ass. I’ll keep that in mind.” He tapped the entrance with his fingers. “Spanking and plugs get you off. Hmm.”

Two fingers plunged back into her pussy.

The smallest squeak caught in her throat.

“Good girl. Control. That’s the way.” He thrust again. “You need to come. I know that.” Again. “So close. Hold on to the edge.” Again.

She thought she would burst. Her thighs shook and a quiver built in her pussy like a dam about to explode.

Finally, he relented. “Come, Maggie.” He fucked her fast and hard with his fingers, adding a third once more and pinching her clit with his other hand.

The intense orgasm washed through her like a tsunami, breaching the dam and flooding the universe with its force.

Maggie rode the waves, biting the bit so hard she would leave indentations in the rubber. But she didn’t scream. She fought and she won. Her pussy clenched around his fingers hard, milking them.

It wasn’t enough, though. Before Carlton, she would have found such an orgasm to be the last stop on the train to heaven, but not since she’d had his cock inside her. Now she wanted to feel that fullness again.

Maybe it was just him. Maybe she craved him like a drug, but as the waves of pleasure subsided, she pleaded with him inside her head.

And then he surprised her by lifting her head and removing the bit. He pulled it away from her mouth, stroking her jaw and massaging it with both hands. “You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

She nodded.
Please, please fuck me
.

“I’m going to fuck you now. Okay?” He watched her face. “Hard and fast. You have me so stiff I can’t think.”

“Please, Sir. God, please.”

And then he was inside her, thrust to the hilt, his cock pressing so deep she thought she’d split in half. So full. So perfect. So tight.

He moved, thrusting hard, reaching deeper with each pass, if that were possible. He held her shoulders, reaching under her armpits with his hands and curling them around her body so she couldn’t scoot away from him with each thrust.

She was helpless to participate, so she stared into his eyes and watched his face as he grew closer to release.

Her clit slammed into the base of his cock with each thrust. Without the protection of her curls, her naked skin was supersensitized by his coarse hair.

A second orgasm built fast, rushing to the surface less than a minute from the first. She knew by the strain on Carlton’s face and the way his gaze seemed to see nothing that he was close also. His jaw was set and tight.

Finally, he thrust in deep, held himself rigid, and met her gaze. “Come, Maggie.
Now
.” He shouted that last word.

Her body followed his command, toppling into oblivion once again.

On a groan, Carlton followed her, as if he’d been waiting for her release before enjoying his own.

Maggie’s throat constricted. No sound came out.

Instead she was swamped with a new thought that kept her from uttering a sound.

I’m totally ruined for any other human
.

Moments passed while she heaved for oxygen, Carlton doing the same above her. His lips found hers and he consumed her with a kiss that told her without words how much he felt about what they’d just done. She felt the intensity of his emotions in every stroke of his tongue.