Bound to be Taken (Emergence) (16 page)

Stephanie lowered her eyes and gripped the arms of the chair just as Molly returned. Her long, graceful legs were perfectly toned. That was all Stephanie could see of her now, but she hadn’t forgotten her firm arms and huge, high breasts, her thick black hair—the front strands swept back in a clip. She looked like a model. Not someone who ran a salon—or taught classes in BDSM. “Meet my partner.” She swept a hand to her side.

Another woman had approached just behind Molly. “Hi, I’m Tina.” She shook Aiden’s hand and then Dane’s. “So just a cut and style today?”

Stephanie didn’t even flinch. The question wasn’t directed at her.

“Yes,” Dane said. “We’re pampering her this afternoon. She deserves it and we owe her one.”

“Splendid.” Tina shook out a black slick cape and settled it around Stephanie’s front. It was short, not much longer than Stephanie’s camisole, intentionally not reaching low enough to give her any extra protection where her crotch was exposed. Tina wheeled over a tray, and started working. She spritzed Stephanie’s long curls, the water sluicing down to drip on her arms in a few places. The chill added to her permanent goose bumps.

Tina was blond and bubbly. A quick glance up gave Stephanie a brief glimpse of the woman’s short cropped hair that stood on end stylishly. She chatted with Aiden and Dane about mundane topics, but never addressed Stephanie or included her in any conversation.

When Dane tapped the inside of her thigh, Stephanie flinched. She hadn’t realized her legs had drawn together. He grabbed a brush off the counter behind him, forced her legs apart and set it between her knees. “A reminder.” He patted her leg and returned to the conversation while she tried to keep from moaning.

Moisture pooled between her legs, saturating her thong and dripping onto the chair. Her embarrassment was palpable. What would Tina say when she got up from the seat?

Stephanie tried to concentrate on the conversation behind her, but it was difficult. Besides, nothing of particular interest was said. Yes, the restaurant was doing great. Yes, the salon was booming. Blah, blah, blah.

After about half an hour, Tina declared herself done. “Ah, perfect.”

“What do you think, Stephanie?” Aiden handed her a small mirror and she assumed it was okay to lift her head toward the larger mirror to assess the new look. She’d barely even considered what Tina might have been doing to her. What an idiot. What if she hated it?

When her gaze lifted she was shocked. Her brown curls lay perfectly around her face, framing it better than any haircut she’d ever had. The length had only been trimmed, but the style was fantastic. She looked amazing, even to herself. “Wow.” It was the first word she’d uttered.

“You like it?” Dane asked.

“Love it,” she said.

Aiden tipped her chin up and kissed her lips. “You look gorgeous.”

“Okay, follow me and we’ll get to the waxing room.” Tina spun and walked toward the back.

What?
She didn’t need her eyebrows waxed. She’d just done that last week. She glanced in the mirror and verified they were still in excellent shape. Waxing them would be overboard. She opened her mouth to protest, but Dane tapped her jaw shut and helped her out of the chair. As they followed Tina to the rear, she remembered the wet spot she would have left behind and flushed hotly.
Oh God.

Stephanie followed Dane into a small room with a padded table in the middle that looked like a medical bed from a doctor’s office. Molly was already in the room when Tina showed them in. It was crowded with all four of them in there, but Dane and Aiden stepped behind the table to get out of Molly’s way.

Molly turned her back to them to reach for several items on the counter. “I’ll be doing your waxing. Remove everything from the waist down and have her lie on the table, if you would.”

What the fuck?
Stephanie stepped back. Forgetting her role, she lifted her eyes to gaze at Aiden and then Dane. Her jaw dropped.

“Don’t look so shocked,” Dane said. “It’s just a Brazilian. Women do it every day. We told you we were going to remove your pubic hair, babe.”

She wanted to protest. She’d heard of this type of waxing. In fact, she thought Lisa did it on occasion, but she had no desire to subject herself to such humiliation and pain.

Aiden came around the table, unzipped her skirt and lowered it until he tapped her leg to step out. Seconds later, he pulled her thong down with both hands and whisked her shoes off at the same time. “Climb up.” He patted the table.

Stephanie obeyed, though she had no idea why.
You’ll be fine
, she told herself.
Just relax. It’s only a wax job. It’s not as though someone is going to pierce your clit.
She shivered and prayed they didn’t come up with that next.

As she lay on the cool leather, Dane pulled her arms over her head and gently held her wrists. Her camisole rose high on her chest, just covering her bra. She squeezed her legs together. She squeezed her eyes shut. If she could have squeezed the experience out of existence she would have done that too.

Dane leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Usually women hold themselves open and their skin tight for the technician. We’re going to do that for you, so just relax. It’ll be over soon and you’ll be smooth as a baby.”

Stephanie took deep breaths and tried to think of something else. She separated herself from what was happening in the room, pretending it wasn’t her lying on the table, but someone else. Maybe if she put herself in third person, as a spectator, it wouldn’t be so bad.

“Spread her legs froggy style first.” Molly’s words sounded distant while Aiden nudged her thighs apart, bent her at the knees, and planted the soles of her feet against each other just below her sex. She felt like an open butterfly.

Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.

Dull noises filled her head, making her ears ring. She had no idea what they were. A cold cloth wiped across her skin, the smell of alcohol filling the air as they cleaned her.

“She’s very aroused, Aiden. You’ll have to wipe her off every once in a while to keep the moisture away from the wax.”

Fuckity fuck.
Seriously?

Aiden held her skin tight on one side while Molly applied the hot wax to the area just below her belly button. A few seconds later, she plucked a corner of the wax and then ripped it off. Stephanie gasped.
Oh God that hurts.
Not like the pain from having her eyebrows waxed, but much, much worse.

The same thing happened on the other side while Stephanie’s stomach tightened and she gritted her teeth against the sting. Lower for the next strip. How many times were they going to do this?

Molly spoke again. “Hold her knee open more on that side so I can get her vulva.”

Stephanie nearly fainted.
Disassociate.
She had to for self-preservation. It was one thing to have a technician give you a wax job; it was an entire different game to have two men hold you open and watch.

When Molly ripped the wax off her lower lip, she screamed. Dane smoothed her hair from her forehead. “It’s all right. You’re doing great.”

She had to fight to keep a tear from falling down her face. It wasn’t the pain that really pushed her over the edge. Nor was it the humiliation of having these three people work on her most intimate parts. She had to be honest. What frightened her most, and scared the piss out of her, and made her emotional was that she enjoyed the administration so much that her pussy kept leaking and clutching. She was about to orgasm.

She clutched her pussy as tight as she could to keep from coming on the table. If she could just do that one thing…

The waxing went on. Aiden held her thighs tight and apart as Molly instructed and Molly applied and reapplied hot wax so many times Stephanie lost count.

Dane stroked her upper body continuously, holding her arms firmly above her head with one hand. Her arms, her cheeks, her dry lips, her chest. He even grazed his hands along the sides of her breasts, making her nipples pebble against the lace of her bra. She ached to have him dip a finger in and flick the tips.

Succumbing to the overstimulation, she moaned and her head rolled to one side. Her knees shook as an orgasm spread through her entire body, starting in her gut and moving down through her pussy. She’d never in her life come like that without any direct stimulation to her clit. Thank God there was no hair on her clit itself or she might have expired.

Dane cooed in her ear, but she couldn’t hear the words. Everyone had to know her plight. She didn’t even care at that moment. All she cared about was getting the relief she needed anyway she could.

“Okay, done with the front,” Molly declared. “Roll her onto one side, so I can get the area around her rear.”

Limp, Stephanie let Aiden angle her onto one side. She couldn’t catch her breath from the intense orgasm no one commented on.

“Leave her bottom leg straight, pull the top knee up high against her chest, and hold her butt cheek open tight and wide.”

Aiden followed her instructions. Stephanie pretended she was somewhere else. Her ass? Did she even have hair back there? As hot wax hit her puckered hole and several inches around it on the one side, Stephanie stiffened. She tried to jerk free. She couldn’t do this. It was too much.

Aiden held her knee with one hand and her butt cheek with the other. “You’re doing great. Just a few more minutes.”

No no no.
She screamed in her head, afraid now of the pain. But, relief flooded her and left her a pile of goo when Molly ripped the wax off her butt. Contrary to her imagination, it didn’t hurt half as much as her vulva had.

She’d lived. Her heart still beat. And she even helped as they turned her to repeat the process on the other side.

“All done,” Molly declared. Stephanie flopped onto her back, sucking in lungfuls of air. She hadn’t breathed often enough during the entire process. She opened her eyes a sliver and watched as Molly handed Aiden a tube of ointment. “Spread this on the entire area twice a day to take out the sting. It’s not an analgesic, so it won’t lower her sensitivity. It’s more of a stimulus. It will soothe the burning, but leave the areas it touches warm and tingly for hours.” She winked at Aiden, shook his hand and quietly left the room.

Too stunned to speak, Stephanie just lay on the table while Aiden once again spread her legs wide, popped the tube open and applied a generous line of the ointment all over her clit, her vulva, her inner sex and her ass. He even pushed his finger inside her ass so quickly she didn’t have time to protest.

He turned and washed his hands while Dane helped her to sit. “See, that wasn’t so bad.”

“How about you do it next time,” she mumbled and immediately hoped she hadn’t sounded too sassy. No telling what punishment she’d incur if she sassed them. The punishment for not shaving this morning had been swift and harsh.

Well, not swift. But harsh.

Dane laughed. “I have, actually.”

Stephanie’s eyes darted open wider and she stared at him.

“Don’t look so shocked. Sometimes I like to have a smooth ass and balls. It’s not that unheard of. Besides, Aiden is the king of helping the technician. Don’t you think? He’s held me open for Molly a few times also.” Dane leaned down to her ear and kissed the lobe. “And I came once myself. Right in his hand.”

Exhausted was the only word Stephanie could use to describe herself as she stood from the table on wobbly legs. She held Dane’s shoulder as he helped her step into her skirt and zip it back up. Then she stepped into her shoes.

“I’ll keep your thong in my pocket for now. You’re probably sore. We don’t want the lace to abrade your skin.” Dane stuffed the tiny swatch of fabric into his pocket and took her hand.

She followed the men out of the room. Aiden stopped to pay Molly at the front and then they stepped outside.

A cool breeze blew up her skirt and chilled her private parts. Molly hadn’t lied. The ointment was starting to do its job. It both soothed and warmed her skin. Even after the intense orgasm on the table, she was in desperate need of a good fuck.

Wherever the lines of the strange arrangement blurred, she prayed at least one of them would be putting their cock inside her before the day was over or she might just self-combust.

Chapter Ten

Back at the car, Aiden told Stephanie to sit in the center of the backseat. She climbed into the middle, feeling his gaze penetrating her skin. When he nodded at her lap, her cheeks heated. She lifted her ass and tugged the skirt out from under her, leaving her butt naked against the leather upholstery. Her orgasm of just minutes ago seemed like a distant memory. If she didn’t come again soon…

Aiden ducked into the driver’s seat and Dane the front passenger.

Stephanie’s knees bobbed up and down as Aiden started the car. She tapped her palms on her bare thighs. Her legs spread naturally around the center bump in the floor of the car. No wonder he’d told her to sit there.

As they drove, Dane turned to look at her. “Stephanie, stop squirming. If you need to come, masturbate. We won’t give permission for you to do that often, and never when you’re alone, but I know you’re over-sensitized from the waxing.” He paused. “Go ahead. Spread your legs, prop your feet on the seats.”

She did as he said. She needed to come so bad, she didn’t care how undignified the act was. The ointment was lighting a fire in her, literally, since Aiden had generously shoved the gel into her vagina and her ass.