Bound to be Taken (Emergence) (26 page)

“We don’t want to change you, or even break you. We want you to be a strong, self-sufficient woman who leads her own life. But we want you to do so always keeping your submission to us in the back of your mind. Wearing what we choose, keeping the ben wa balls inside you, rubbing the warming cream into your pussy—all of that will serve as a reminder to you throughout the day that your body is ours. A subtle nudge in your mind to comport yourself as you know we would demand while you are not with us. Does that make sense?”

She couldn’t breathe. A lifestyle. She swallowed. She wasn’t sure she could let them take over everything about her. Her arms shook, wobbled against the counter, threatening to collapse. She wanted to experience everything they were suggesting. The entire package. Did that make her weak? Their words made her needy. She exhaled long and slow.

Dane squeezed her leg. “Just try it today. It’s Friday. Give it one day. We agreed to this arrangement through tomorrow. We want you to experience an entire day at work under our subtle control so you know what it means to be a submissive out in the world.” Dane repeated Aiden’s words.

He continued, “This is about control, babe. Not just
our
control over
you
, but
your
control over
yourself
. Hold your head high. Wear the ben wa balls with pride knowing no one else in the office is as cherished as you. No one else has two men at home who want her to be aroused and feel sexy all day long. No one else will be waiting with baited breath to return to those two men who will worship her and bring her more pleasure than she could ever imagine. Just you.”

She listened intently. A pause ensued after his speech. The mousy woman who’d hidden herself both physically and emotionally from the world for all these years to avoid just this—men and their attentions—would let these two men dominate her from afar. The irony wasn’t lost on her.

Two more nights. She’d agreed to the role playing. What would it hurt to step it up? It was one day. And it pleased them so much when she obeyed. Hell, it made her hornier than ever to obey them.

With shaky fingers, she pulled her pussy open and nodded.

Dane smiled. He took the balls and held them in front of her face. “You’ll always suck on them first. Besides lubricating them, it will remind you of how they feel in your mouth. How big they are and how they rub against each other.”

“Open,” Aiden commanded.

Her lips fell apart and Dane rubbed the lower one with the first ball before slipping it inside. She took it, sucked it to one cheek and then opened for the second ball. They filled her mouth so full and made her clench her pussy, thinking of them being inside her.

It was going to be a long day.

After a few seconds of swirling them around, Dane tugged the string and popped them out one by one. He leaned down where she held herself open and pushed the first ball inside, fucking her with it, teasing her sensitive skin that burned a fire from the ointment. Finally, he pushed the second ball in. He pulled the string several times, pushing them deeper and pulling them back out until with one final shove of two fingers he was satisfied that they were seated as he wished.

“Squeeze, baby. Hold them with your muscles as you stand.” Dane gripped her hips and lifted her to the floor.

She couldn’t do it. They slipped lower inside her. No amount of squeezing was going to keep those balls inside her for even one minute, let alone the day. She hated to disappoint them.

Aiden grabbed something from the counter and held it up.
What the hell is that?
It looked like strips of hot pink leather that had no meaning to her at all. Nowhere in the back of her mind could she come up with anything like it to make a judgment.

She shouldn’t be shocked. Every hour with Dane and Aiden brought something new.

Aiden smiled at her. “It’s just a leather training thong.” He held it to her nose and she smelled the deep rich scent of leather that made her clench the metal balls. “In lieu of a regular thong, you’ll wear this when the ben wa balls are in to help you while you learn to hold on to them. The leather fits tight against your pussy so nothing can slip out.”

Aiden knelt at her feet and tapped one. She stepped in with first one foot and then the other. He pulled the tiny strips of leather up her legs, over her thighs and hips. She had to spread her legs a bit to let him get to her center, fear that the balls would fall on the ground making her clench her Kegel muscles and her jaw.

A triangle of supple leather fit tight and snug in the exact spot where her hole was, effectively holding the balls inside her, even if they slipped to the entrance. A second triangle of leather lay tight over her clit. She stared down at herself, thinking she looked like a freak show.

Aiden tapped the upper swatch of leather against her hood. “This part is designed to hold a butterfly vibe in place.”

What the fuck?
They wouldn’t…

He chuckled. “We won’t do that to you today. Just letting you know its other uses. You’d never make it out the door.”

Dane laughed too. She was glad they found her so amusing.

“Sorry, babe,” Dane said. “Listen, the training thong doesn’t come off. Got it? The balls stay in all day. No exceptions. If you have to pee, hold the leather strip between the two triangles to the side and go. Don’t let too much of your pussy get exposed or the balls will fall out. Hold them in if you have to while you pee.”

Her legs wobbled. She thought she might faint. She didn’t know if it was from the concept of what they were asking or from the words themselves that always managed to arouse her to the very edge of distraction.

Dane seemed confused. “It’s a trainer, babe. It’s for training. If you remove it, you won’t learn.”

“Yes, Sir.”
Oh God.

Aiden produced a hanger of clothing. Every time she turned around he had something new.

She recognized the clothes from their shopping trip, though the entire day yesterday was more of a blur.

A soft pastel pink sweater was first. Aiden pulled it over her head and settled it around her body to his satisfaction.

Ugh. No way.
The fabric was too tight. The swooped front too low. Her high, definitive cleavage caused by the perfectly fitted shelf bra was clearly visible. Her boobs didn’t look like her own. They belonged on a fashion model.

Dane took her hand and led her to the full-length mirror on one wall. “Look at you. Don’t be so embarrassed. You’re perfectly covered. Anyone would wear this.”

“I’m not
anyone
.” But as she stared at herself, her firm tits that stood higher on her chest than ever before, she had to agree. She looked fucking hot. Nothing was exposed. Her nipples might be poking out a smidge, but not really any worse than anything any other woman in the office would wear. She hedged. “I thought I’d go back to my place and grab some regular clothes before heading to work.”

She knew the minute the words left her they were a fruitless waste of sound.

In fact, Dane and Aiden didn’t even acknowledge them.

Aiden removed the next article from the hanger and leaned down to help her into the skirt. She stared at her reflection. She looked fantastic. Her cheeks were rosy as though she’d already applied rouge. Her neck looked longer without the high-buttoned collars of her blouses. The tight sleeves accentuated her well-shaped arms. The skirt was a swirl of soft pink and cream that matched the sweater. It was short, but full and light and she felt deliciously naked underneath.

They might be right. It was kind of kinky in an erotic sort of way to think of what she had on underneath, how exposed she was, while no one else was the wiser.

But could she work?

Aiden handed her a pair of matching pink heels and she smiled as she slipped them on her feet. He was going to let her do this one thing by herself.

“Let’s go. You need to eat and get out of here so you can get home at a reasonable hour.” Dane took her arm and led her from the room.

As she walked she was aware of her legs. She’d never gone without hose or stockings in years until this week. It felt free. Naughty. Cool air brushed her skin and brought goose bumps.

After a few steps she paused, halting Dane’s advance. She took a breath. Every step made the ben wa balls clank together. They’d lowered toward the entrance, and that was even worse.

Dane smirked. “Breathe through it. You’ll get used to them. It just takes time and then you’ll hardly notice yourself gripping them all day.”

Aiden patted her ass. “If you want, to help speed the training, pull the triangle aside several times during the day and push the balls back up high inside you so you can learn to control them deeper.”

She gasped, imagining herself with two fingers pushing up into her pussy at her desk, her bare ass lifted up off the vinyl seat as she seemingly fucked herself.

Aiden shook his head. “It’s up to you. The longer it takes for you to hold them without the trainer, the more unpleasant your days will be. That trainer is snug. You think holding the balls in is tough, wait until you spend the entire day with that leather pressing into your clit. Every time you sit and stand, it’s gonna shift and lift your clit hood, exposing the tight pink nub to the pinching leather. Be careful you don’t make any strange noises or people are going to think you actually
are
wearing a vibrator to work. We haven’t even gotten to that yet.”

Yet? God almighty.

Aiden led her to a stool in the kitchen at the island, the same place they’d sat last night. Dane headed for the fridge and returned with orange juice. He didn’t ask her what she liked to eat. He just pulled out the toaster and popped two slices of bread into it.

“Your legs, Steph,” Aiden growled. “You’re killing me.”

Fuck.
She quickly spread her thighs and wrapped them around the legs of the stool.

He didn’t move. “I’m going to remind you of one more thing because I know we’ve thrown a lot your way in just a few hours. Always lift your skirt when you sit and ensure that your bare ass is directly on the chair. I don’t care where you are. Even when you are not with us. The only exceptions will be in situations where it would be acutely obvious to others in a business meeting or a row of seats where
we
decide it is prudent to keep you covered. Use your judgment at work, but don’t ever sit under your desk with your skirt covering you.”

Stephanie jumped when the toaster popped. She lifted her ass quickly and pulled the skirt out to hang down behind the stool.

Dane added to her plight. “And that reminds me, you don’t ever want to lie to us.
Ever
.” He emphasized the word as he repeated it. “Most times we will know by the flush on your face and chest. In any case, the guilt will eat you alive if you weave that sort of web. You should always keep in mind that whatever punishments we dole out will be much less severe if you are truthful about any transgressions than if you lie to us, thinking we won’t find out.”

He buttered the toast as he spoke, as though the words were just casual conversation over breakfast.

She couldn’t swallow through the lump in her throat and had no idea how she would eat anything. His words swirled around in her head—punishment, transgressions, training. Every time one of the men repeated these words of command, she grew wetter—and more embarrassed.

Aiden poured the juice.

Dane set the toast in front of her on a little plate. “Eat.”

To defy them at this moment would not be in her best judgment. So she grabbed the first slice with shaky fingers and crunched into a bite. Her dry mouth produced no saliva. She had to chew forever and take a gulp of juice to swallow.

While she chewed, Dane turned to Aiden. “Did you get a hold of Lori?”

“Yeah, we’re meeting her for coffee this afternoon.”

Who the hell is Lori?
She didn’t ask. They weren’t speaking to her directly and neither of them offered an explanation. Her throat tightened at the mention of some other woman. Geez.

“What time will you get off tonight?” Aiden asked her.

“Not sure. Hoping for five. What time is the shindig?”
Ignore the mention of some woman named Lori. It won’t do you any good to let it get to you.

“The shindig?” Dane chuckled. “The fetish party is late. We don’t need to leave until about ten. Aiden and I will both be working since we didn’t work last night. Why don’t you come by and we’ll feed you after work?”

She thought about that. Truthfully she was exhausted and the day hadn’t even begun. “Do you mind if I don’t?”

“No. Do you have other plans?” Dane asked. Now, this was a normal conversation. So they
could
do normal on occasion.

“No. I’d love to take a nap though. Some people wore me out yesterday. I’m betting I’ll be tired by the time I wrap things up this afternoon. I think I’ll go home and crash for a while until it’s time to get ready.” Was she allowed naps? She felt as if she was testing them. She wondered how many choices she would get to make for herself if she agreed to their terms and let them rule her world.

“Good idea.” Aiden leaned on the counter next to her and wiped a crumb from her lip. “Sleep this afternoon. We’ll give you a key. You can come back here and nap, and we’ll check on you occasionally. The restaurant is open late on Fridays, so we’ll be leaving someone else to close up, but at least one of us will come back earlier and help you get ready. How’s that sound?”