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

smells filled the room, making Stephanie’s mouth water. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he was the king of red sauce. She’d never grow tired of his Italian cuisine.
    Instead of offering her a plate and utensils, Dane arranged everything in front of himself on the opposite side of the island. He reached for a bottle of red wine and slowly unscrewed the cork while she watched. She knew it would be the best Cabernet she’d ever ingested because he’d chosen so many perfect blends since she’d known him.
    He poured just one wide glass and took a sip. Satisfied, he nodded as though giving himself assent over his good choice.
    She longed to taste that deep red beverage, preferably even from Dane’s lips, but she said nothing as he scooted the glass aside and continued to arrange the cartons in front of him.
    Aiden shocked her when he set his hands on her bare shoulders and rubbed the tight muscles. “Ah, hon. You did so well today. We’re super proud of you. Other than falling asleep earlier without permission, you really impressed us. We hope you learned some things about yourself. Did you grow aroused from the nipple play?”
    “Yes, Sir,” she murmured, concentrating on his hands as they worked their way down her shoulder blades, applying just the right amount of pressure to knead the tight muscles.
    As her eyes fluttered shut, she inhaled long and slow, relieving some of the day’s tension and breathing in the delicious scent of garlic, rosemary and basil. She let her head fall back against Aiden’s chest, but just as she relaxed into his touch, a sharp pinch to both her nipples at once brought her back to center.
    Dane leaned over the counter into her view. “I didn’t say you could take a nap. You shouldn’t be tired after the nice rest you had this afternoon.” He continued to flick his fingers over her now tight buds, grazing the sensitive tips and reminding her how she’d reacted to her own touch earlier. She wanted him to continue. Reach lower. Touch her everywhere.
    She completely forgot the meal on the island as Aiden resumed his massage and Dane fondled her chest. When she reached forward to grasp his wrists out of instinct, Aiden reprimanded her. “Uh uh. Put your hands down. In fact, if you can’t control them, grasp them behind your back.” He took both wrists in his grip and pulled them behind her. “Sit up straight. Keep your legs spread.”
    Stephanie shook as she obeyed. It wasn’t that either of them had forced her. Their actions were perfectly gentle. But she yearned to obey them, and need built up in her lower belly until she ached. Blood flowed to her pussy, making her surprisingly aware of her swollen sex. Her pulse throbbed a steady beat in her lower lips.
    Dane pinched her tits one last time and then leaned back to finish preparing food.
    “Good job, Steph. Hold that position while Dane feeds you.”
    Feeds me? She moaned low in her throat at the thought. Her arms shook and she squeezed one wrist with the opposite hand to keep steady.
    Aiden whispered, “It would be so much more sensual if we blindfolded you. The tastes—”
    She twisted his way and shot him a glare, narrowing her eyes. “No. You said I could have hard limits. That’s one.”
    “Okay.” He soothed her with a finger caressing down her cheek. “We’ll grant you that concession, but one of these days we want to know why you’re so opposed to covering your eyes. There must be a story behind it.”
    She bit her lip, hoping she didn’t have to go into detail about that right now. She was so aroused and any mention of her childhood fear would obliterate her state of lust. She rather liked being aroused and prayed for once it would pay off this evening. It was high time someone fucked her. Perhaps if she was the model submissive this evening, they would feel obliged to reward her for good behavior.
    “Open your mouth, baby.” Her gaze shifted to Dane as he spoke in the deep, rough timbre she knew was