Bound to Pleasure [Bound To 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  Emma stopped at his words, looking down at the towel wrapped around her, mind and heart racing. Naked, all the time? Could she do that? Could she walk around knowing any moment he could just fondle her breast, cup her bottom—play with her? Her pussy pulsed at the thought of him touching her whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted. Just simply bending her over and, well, doing whatever he wanted until she was senseless. She must be a lot naughtier than even she realized because the towel was pooling around her feet with that last heated thought.

  “That’s my brave little sub. Come to me, Emma.” Holding out a hand, he waited until she took it and stood directly in front of him. “Have you heard of a safe word, little love?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I need you to pick a safe word. It can be anything you wouldn’t normally say, something that would call a halt to everything. If you’d like we can use ‘red.’ It’s the club safe word. All the unattached subs use it.” Ronan pulled her between his legs, cupping her ass in both hands, kneading the flesh. His dick was ready to part that flesh and slide home. He couldn’t wait to fuck that tight little hole. “Choose.” He growled low, the feel of her skin fraying his control as if he hadn’t just fucked her less than ten minutes ago.

  Emma gasped when she felt his fingers separate her cheeks and skate over her back entrance. Oh, my. That had felt—decadent. Safe word, yes, must think of safe word. “Strawberry.”

  Before she could even issue a squeak of alarm, he had her turned and draped over his knees.

  Ronan looked down at the pure temptation spread before him. His cock heartily approved of the picture she made. For almost a year, every single night he’d imagined her here. Beautiful pale ass tilted up awaiting his discipline. The reality of it was almost more than he could bear. “You have earned yourself a spanking, Emma. I want you to count out each. You have your safe word. If you need it, use it. I will be very angry if you get scared and don’t safe word.”

  Rubbing and kneading her ass in his hands, he slipped a finger into her opening and found her wet and hot. Perfect. Giving one last pump of his finger, he immediately landed his first blow to her right cheek. She tensed but managed to give a high-pitched one count. Her ass immediately bloomed a beautiful shade of pink. He couldn’t resist running his fingers over the mark. Gorgeous. Landing the second blow on her left cheek had her squealing but still giving him a two count.

  Emma screamed out three when Ronan landed his next blow back on the other ass cheek. The sting morphed into heat that was spreading all over her body. The fourth blow landed on her upper thigh, the heat shooting straight to her pussy, causing her to groan in mingled pleasure and pain. The fifth blow landed on her other thigh, so close to her opening she felt his fingers slide over her as he prepared for the next. She gasped when she felt him pump two digits into her and growl approvingly at the ever-increasing wetness she was knew was coating her entrance and seeping down her thighs.

  “Little sub, I think we can add spanking to your ‘yes’ list. I plan on feasting on this sweet cream, licking every drop you give.” Ronan barely held in a groan himself when he felt her pulse and get wetter. She was a dream, so turned on she was writhing on his lap. Pulling from her opening, he reared back, delivering another swat.

  Blow after blow, she counted. Never knowing where he’d strike. Her body had stopped tensing after the fourth or fifth and had become strangely lethargic. Each blow heated her skin and sent tendrils of fire arrowing straight to her core. Ronan stopped several times to play with her clit or fuck into her with his fingers. She was beyond aroused. Emma had heard of out-of-body experience but had never believed it until now. She knew she was on Ronan’s lap. She knew he was spanking her. She was even counting out loud. But her brain was shutting down and her pussy was nearing implosion. Her juices were running down her thighs onto Ronan. If she could have felt embarrassment, she probably would have at just the thought of soiling his jeans. “Nine.” She didn’t know if he’d even understood her mumbled count. Her tongue felt thick, incapable of doing its job.

  Ronan knew his sub was about two seconds from her first trip into subspace. It was his pleasure to see her there. Positioning his hand and tilting her ever so slightly, he landed his last blow directly over her clit. He felt her entire body tense as she cried out her release, seconds before her body went limp. He immediately pulled her onto his lap, scooting them back onto the massive bed and held her close. A blanket already there for him to wrap around her. He was a lucky fucking bastard. She was magnificent.

  * * * *

  Emma came back to herself slowly. Last thing she remembered was a stinging heat, a rainbow of colored stars behind her eyes, and then she’d been soaring above everything, peaceful and happy. Opening her eyes, she saw she was wrapped in a fluffy blanket, sitting on Ronan’s lap and cuddled up close. His chin resting on her head. It was a nice place to be.

  “How do you feel, Emma?” His deep rumbling voice vibrated through her body, making her squirm a bit on the massive erection directly under her.

  How did she feel? Good. Wonderful, even. Hell, great, if she was honest. That orgasm had ripped her apart and she still felt some of her pieces were trying to find their way back. How was it possible she’d come from a spanking? “I feel wonderful, Sir.” She didn’t know if they were still in play mode, but better safe than sorry. Although sorry felt amazing.

  “See how good it feels to submit? To give control over and trust that you will be taken care of?” he asked, rubbing his whiskered chin over the top of her head.

  “Yes, Sir.” He was right. She’d never thought about it but she never let herself not be 100 percent in control of every situation. Being out of control made you vulnerable and as a foster child, even a hint of vulnerability got you hurt. But she’d let Ronan take the lead. She’d trusted him to stop if she’d used her safe word and simply allowed herself to feel. Was this what D/s was all about? She’d known the sex parts had flipped her switches, but being able to just, well, to just be was divine.

  Ronan unwrapped her body from the blanket, pulling it from under her so that her bare ass was resting on his very hard cock. Rolling her beneath him, he knelt between her. “Legs wider.” He watched with satisfaction as she immediately complied. “Spread your pussy open with your fingers. Let me see all that pretty pink flesh.”

  Emma hesitated and was rewarded with a stinging slap across her thigh. Her already swollen folds heated.

  “Do you need another lesson over my knee, Emma?” he asked darkly.

  The little demon inside her head screamed yes please and thank you very much. Her rational self responded, “No, Sir.” Reaching down, she slid her fingers to either side of her labia and held her folds open. Cool air rushed over her heated tissues, causing her to groan and shut her eyes.

  “Now this, little sub, is a beautiful sight. Such a lovely pink. Swollen from taking my dick and covered in cream. Let me see if it’s as sweet as I remember. Reach behind you and grasp the bars of the headboard. Do not move your hands. If I see your hands leave their resting place, I’ll keep you at the edge of an orgasm the rest of the day. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Emma tightened her grip on the bars. She’d just had the mother of all orgasms. How hard could it be to keep her hands planted?

  “What is your safe word, Emma?”

  Ronan’s commanding voice had her creaming all over again. The man was lethal. “Strawberry.”

  Watching her face, he let his tongue skim lightly along her labia before dipping into the heaven beyond and lapping at her swollen tissue. Her mouth was open as she gasped and moaned, eyes tightly shut. He checked her hands and found them still wrapped tightly around the headboard. Time to play.

  Opening her further, he exposed her swollen clit and wrapped his tongue around it, swirling and lapping. Then, stiffening it, he fucked into her opening. He set up a pattern, going from her clit to her opening and back again. Within moments he felt her lifting into his mouth, trying to
move to where she needed him, craving the pressure of his tongue. After several unsuccessful tries to work her hips against him, he felt her hands in his hair pulling him into her to give her what she wanted. Her body bucked and twisted, riding his tongue until her clit became too sensitive and she tried to push him away. He certainly hoped she’d enjoyed that tiny release. She wouldn’t be getting another for hours. Smiling wickedly, he raised his head from her pussy, licking his lips at her taste. Ambrosia.

  Emma still had one hand in Ronan’s hair when he lifted his head, a nasty smile on that handsome face. Flexing her fingers, she realized it wasn’t holding onto the wrought iron behind her anymore. She’d grabbed handfuls of his hair and forced that magical tongue to her clit when moving her hips hadn’t gotten him where she needed him to be. “Oh, no.”

  Chapter 4

  Groaning at the soreness between her legs, Emma shot the man lying peacefully beside her a dirty look. He’d kept bringing her to the brink of ecstasy, then stopping. She’d screamed, ranted, threatened, and begged and nothing had made him finish. Finally, finally, after hours, he’d flipped her over onto all fours and fucked her like a madman. His whispered, “Come for me” followed by a hard bite to her neck had sent her body into painful spasms of release over and over. She was sure she’d passed out while he’d still been buried deep inside her.

  She vaguely remembered him feeding her bites of chicken and pasta he’d wrangled up from that gorgeous kitchen following her torture. She’d fallen back into an exhausted slumber. Twice more as the sun had disappeared, he’d woken her. Once with his tongue, and the second time he’d pulled her onto his lap and she’d slowly driven them both crazy until he’d grabbed her hips flipped her under him and fucked her until they’d exploded together. They’d finally both been too exhausted to move again.

  “Stay there, love. I’ll go run your bath.”

  Watching him stretch that beautifully muscled back had her abused vagina ready to go. Stupid thing, didn’t know when it needed to rest. Closing her eyes, she couldn’t help the small smile blooming over her face or the embarrassed flush. The things they had done, wow. He’d made her do dirty things and she’d loved every single moment.

  “I wonder what put that smile on your face, little love.”

  She’d not heard him come back into the room. Opening her eyes, she saw he’d thrown on a pair of cargo shorts but left them undone. His erection was peeking above his zipper. Lord, the man was gorgeous, every part of him. Squealing when she felt herself pulled to the edge with the covers, she grabbed onto his shoulders as he hoisted her up into his arms and once again carried her into the bathroom and another hot soak. A girl could get used to this kind of treatment.

  “I know you’re sore, Emma. I put some salt into the water for your aches. It’ll help, I promise. I want you to soak until the water cools.” Ronan placed her carefully into the tub, feeling slightly guilty at the look of discomfort she couldn’t prevent when her bottom touched the surface of the tub. He’d used her hard through the night and all day today, gorging himself on her body until they’d both passed out from sheer exhaustion. They had literally fucked and slept the day away. Tonight he would make sure she rested. He’d pamper and coddle her. It was his right to see to his beautiful little sub and nothing could please him more.

  “Your brothers called earlier,” he said “They wanted to know where you had hidden the vanilla powder. I think Ethan is trying to replicate a recipe he found on Pinterest. He’s got 500 followers or so he tells me and must continue to pin things for his, and I quote, ‘legion of fans.’ Seriously, what man even knows what Pinterest is? I Googled it after he called to find out what the hell he was talking about.”

  Emma went from relaxing to tense in a millisecond. “Are they on their way over here?” She really didn’t want her overprotective siblings charging in to rescue her. They both actually liked Ronan but if they thought he was messing with her, they’d come barging in, throwing around their weight, acting like no man should ever touch their sister.

  “No, said they’d catch up with you at the shop tomorrow. Stephen wanted you to know they posted an ad for a part-time employee to help you around the shop. It’s a good thing. I was ready to hand both of them their asses for letting you run yourself in the ground.” Ronan gave her a wink and continued whistling while he shaved at the sink across the room.

  “So they weren’t concerned that I was here? With you?” She tried to keep the incredulousness out of her voice but apparently failed because Ronan looked at her questioningly. “It’s just that they usually aren’t happy with any guy hitting on me. I’m surprised they haven’t tried to castrate you yet, to be perfectly honest.”

  Ronan chuckled and went back to shaving. “Your brothers and I came to an understanding. They know I’ll always place you above everything and anyone. They respect that and they trust me.”

  Sinking back and closing her eyes, she relaxed, knowing double trouble weren’t heading over to try to pound on Ronan or save her from herself. “It’s about time they decided to let me have a life,” she muttered.

  “They trust I’ll take care of you, love, because they are both dominants. It’s bred into our DNA.” Ronan barked out another laugh when he saw her pop out of the water like a shot, eyes wide.

  “No, no, no. You did not just say that. My brothers are in the lifestyle? How could you possibly know that? Please tell me you didn’t talk about sex with the boys.” Emma groaned at the thought.

  “Sex, no. But they often share a woman at the club. Trust me, those two are tops. First time I met your brother at Jack’s cabin, I thought he looked familiar. Took us both a minute to realize we weren’t exactly strangers.”

  Emma felt her world tilt on its axis once again. Her brothers shared women and they were Dominants. Had she fallen into an alternate universe yesterday? Everything had gone topsy-turvy in the last twenty-four hours. She lay back in the tub, pondering this new information. The boys did everything together. They always had. They’d also always been overbearing assholes even when they’d been teenagers. She could totally picture them as overbearing Doms. Pity the girl who had to put up with both those well-meaning butt-inskis.

  Thinking back on all the women they’d dated, she honestly couldn’t remember them both bringing home a different woman at the same time. And they did go up to Lexington almost every weekend they weren’t booked with a client. It made sense now, but she didn’t want to think of her brothers in any sort of sexual situation. Gross.

  “Is this going to be a problem for you, love?” Ronan had finished shaving, all the while watching Emma contemplate his news. He’d thought she would have been more open-minded to her brothers sharing, given her own needs weren’t very vanilla. He’d shared women on occasion. Never with the Blacks, but having a full-time ménage relationship wasn’t his kink. He didn’t, however, fault them for their need to share. He knew several happily committed ménage unions.

  Emma turned at the feel of his hand stroking her hair. “No. If they need to share a partner to be content and happy, then I’m all for it. I’ll even be on the lookout for a candidate. They aren’t getting any younger, you know. I’m just hurt they’ve kept such an important part of their lives from me. We’ve always told each other everything. I even told them when Danny Boscoe showed me what third base meant. Of course they made sure Danny couldn’t go to third base with anyone else for a while, but I still told them.”

  “Love, I’m sure they aren’t looking at it in that light. A ménage relationship is a lot to take in for most people. Plus, I don’t know of any brothers who share sexual details with a baby sister.” Ronan smiled when Emma covered her ears, singing la-la-la-la loudly. “Exactly, so don’t be too hard on them. Finish your soak, then I’ll take you into town for some grub. We’re meeting Kat and Jack at the diner. Kat’s convinced I’ve got you chained to my bed.”

  Emma almost panted at the hard look he gave her before he walked into the bedroom. “I will admit the
idea has crossed my mind, love. A dainty collar around this pale throat and a chain attached to my bed. Gives a man thoughts.”

  Pulse racing and pussy heating, she sank down into the water and contemplated the strangeness that had become her life.

  * * * *

  “I just had the weirdest sense of déjà vu. Only it’s you being harassed this time, not me,” Kat chirped happily.

  They’d sent Jack and Ronan away just minutes ago so they could gossip. Emma gave one of her best friends the stinkeye and turned to face her other best friend. “Seriously, Chase, do you really want to know? You are friends with the man, after all.”

  “Damn straight I want to know. If the man isn’t doing it right, I’ll have to have a talk with him the next time he’s at the bar. Now, spill it. That slow slide into this booth had nothing to do with lunges and everything to do with Ronan giving you a long hard ride. Am I right?” Without giving her a chance to respond, Chase started gesturing wildly with the fork he was holding. “You needed it, sugar. It was to the point I was going to beat the shit out of your brothers just so you could get laid in peace. Reggie at the pharmacy said he had to start ordering more double A batteries because, and I quote, ‘That little thing sure does lose a lot of batteries. She’s the reason we were able to afford to get the Redbox put in the store.’ End quote. Seriously, sugar, enough was enough.”