Free Bound to be Tamed: Emergence, Book 2 by Becca Jameson

phone buzzed again. That particular noise was going to drive her bananas.
    Dane: We want you to spend some time playing with your nipples. Assume position five and use both hands to rub, twist, pinch, pull, tug…whatever you can come up with. Keep them erect. Make yourself burn with need. Don’t touch yourself anywhere else. Don’t come. Just acquaint yourself with what feels good and keep them stiff.
    OhGodohGod. She was so high-strung right now she didn’t think she could do anything of the sort without making herself expire from arousal.
    As she dropped the phone to the side, she lay back and spread her legs open.
    The afternoon sun streamed through the window, forcing her to close her eyes against the glare.
    With her knees splayed wide, she teased her nipples into submission. On contact, she moaned and had to strain to keep herself flat on the mat. She wanted to lift her chest, but since it would only be into her own hands, the instinct was futile.
    She flicked both tits first. She’d never spent much time playing with her breasts. It didn’t get her off.
    Correction—it didn’t get her off before …
    The slippery lube made it easy to bring the tips to stiff peaks. And keeping them that way wasn’t a task either. She pinched them and learned she liked the pressure. She rubbed her knuckles over them and learned she enjoyed the abrasion. Before long, her pussy was leaking again and her legs were shaking. The need to close them and squeeze her sex between her thighs grew overwhelming.
    She concentrated on her fingers, trying to avoid the sensations traveling from her nipples to her pussy.
    Moaning filled the room again. Panting followed. Her heart pounded beneath her fingers. She could feel the pulse of it even in her breasts.
    Finally the phone beeped again.
    She released her tits, unsure if she was relieved or not.
    Dane: Head for the office. Take a seat at the desk. I’ve sent you an e-mail.
    An e-mail. How would she even access it?
    Her legs were jelly. She must have been holding them stiffly while she fondled herself. She staggered like a drunk woman to the office and sat at the desk. Naked was not how she normally did business.
    She remembered to spread her legs and found instructions in front of the keyboard. Everything she needed to access her new work e-mail and get into the business account. In addition, there were files stacked in the corner.
    They were prepared. She smiled as she read the e-mail and went to work, immensely grateful to do anything to avoid thinking about sex or her nudity.
    When a door opened, she jumped in her seat, her heart pounding until she reminded herself where she was.
    “We’re home.”
    Shit. Already? Was she supposed to have done something? She glanced at the time on the computer. It was nine thirty. Holy cow. She’d been in a zone.
    Aiden and Dane stepped into the office.
    “I didn’t realize how much time had gone by. I got busy.” She released the mouse and stood. “But it’s early for you to be home, isn’t it?”
    Dane nodded. “Others are closing for us.”
    “You’re a work horse,” Aiden said. “Once you got into the mode, you never looked up. You must be starving. We didn’t want to bother you. You had your mojo going.”
    Dane leaned over the desk. “Jesus. You did all this in one evening?”
    “I guess. Unless I’ve been sitting here two days instead of one.”
    He raised an eyebrow at her.
    “Sir,” she added.
    Dane smiled. “I made you food.” He held up a bag.
    The smells finally infiltrated her mind. Red sauce. Spices. Garlic. Her stomach growled.
    “Come on.” Dane nodded toward the door. “We need to feed you.”
    Stephanie rounded the desk and followed him down the hall to the kitchen. She sat on a stool at the bar when Aiden pulled it out, consciously setting her feet on the side rungs that lifted her knees and spread her thighs.
    Aiden nodded his approval.
    Dane opened the thick paper bag and began pulling out containers. The