Bound to be tested: emergence, book 3

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The whip never leaves a mark. Love…that’s another story.

Emergence, Book 3

Lori Polluck has reshaped her kink from bottom to top.

In the two years since her Dom disappeared without a trace, she’s transformed herself from perfect submissive to successful Domme. Her relationship with her submissive, Margaret, is…comfortable. Life is good. Until her past strides into Emergence, commandeers her scene, and turns her heart inside out.

Jude Cavanaugh can’t change his past, but he can definitely take charge of his future.

A mission he can never reveal took him away from Lori, he thought for good. But a twist of fate has brought him back to his life, his town, his club. He plans to reclaim it all—including his woman. Sure, she’s with someone else. Sure, she’s switched in every possible way. But the instant they touch, it’s clear Lori is still his to control. And she doesn’t like it one damned bit.

The road ahead will be rocky. Especially since Lori will just have to take it on faith that he won’t skip out again. But when nightmares turn real, they’ll both need to show ultimate trust to survive.

Warning: This book contains intense bondage scenes. Man on woman as well as woman on woman action will titillate the mind. Be prepared for public nudity, vibrators, a seriously huge dildo, restraints, a ring gag, spreader bars, lube action, and a steaming-hot wax scene…

Bound to be Tested

Becca Jameson

Dedication

Special thanks to my editor, Christa, for all her help on this project! It wouldn’t have come together sosmoothlywithout you! Especially the lube…and the wax…

Chapter One

“Kneel here, pet.” Lori stopped in the center of the mat and tugged the leash in her hand.

Margaret flinched subtly as she did her Domme’s bidding. Only Lori would notice. Margaret was an amazing submissive, rarely balking at anything. She could perform most tasks perfectly without reprimand.

But this was new territory tonight. Lori had intentionally not mentioned a word about the scene they would be enacting for anyone who wanted to watch at Emergence.

“Keep your head down.” Lori tapped Margaret’s neck and circled her sub, inspecting her from every angle.

Margaret’s hair fell forward, curtaining her face.

“Sit up straighter. Shoulders back. Don’t worry about everyone else. Focus on pleasing me.” She leaned in toward Margaret’s ear. “I’m the only one who matters in this room.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Margaret whispered. She kneeled in the position she’d been taught, knees spread, chin down, hands clasping her wrists behind her back.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Snake.”

Lori smiled. Margaret hated snakes. It was the perfect word for anything unpleasant. Though Lori hoped she knew her sub well enough never to hear that word uttered from her lips in fear. They’d been together for over a year. Never had Margaret had to safe out.

Lori took a moment to admire Margaret’s beauty. She knew others agreed the woman was stunning. Margaret was model perfect. Tall and slender with glorious, thick black hair that hung in waves down her back. Her alabaster skin was flawless. Her breasts weren’t large, but full enough for a woman of her frame. In this position they stood pert, her nipples high and pebbled. She could have been chilled from her nudity, but Lori knew better.

Lori watched Margaret breathe. She waited for her nerves to calm as her breaths became shallow and her chest rose less frequently.

People gathered. That had been the goal. It was Friday night, late. Maybe even the early hours of Saturday by now. The time didn’t matter to Lori.

She circled again, slower, knowing how Margaret would react each time Lori passed by her gaze wearing her favorite tall black leather boots. The heels were high, but they didn’t make a sound with her steps across the mat.

Lori paused behind Margaret. She’d planned this for two weeks. A publicshibariscene. The six-foot-square, black mat had been laid in the center of the floor, directly beneath a system of hooks and pulleys hanging from the ceiling.

It wasn’t uncommon for someone to reserve the spot for a scene. Margaret had witnessed others in this predicament before. Nevertheless, Lori’s sub would be a ball of nerves wondering what Lori had planned.

Lori stepped close to Margaret’s back, straddling her spread legs. She grasped Margaret’s hair and tugged her head backward until Margaret faced the ceiling, her long neck exposed.

Margaret’s mouth opened, but she didn’t speak. Instead she closed her lips tight, her eyes wide.

Lori divided her hair into three sections and braided it in a long line down her back. She loved handling the woman’s gorgeous locks, so unlike her own red curls. “I want to be able to see your face, pet.” She let that last word drag out. She only used it when her sub was collared, like this evening. It put Margaret in her place and reminded her who was in charge.

When Lori finished, wrapping a band around the ends of Margaret’s hair, she nudged her head back toward the mat.

The room was intentionally cool, and when Lori topped, she appreciated the movement of air. No matter what the temperature was outside, Emergence was never too warm inside. Lori stepped over Margaret’s spread legs and came back to the front, watching the goose bumps rise on Margaret’s skin as a vent overhead came to life. The pink disks of her nipples pebbled harder and Lori couldn’t resist pinching them both at once.

Margaret swayed forward but didn’t break her position. The woman had the most sensitive nipples of anyone Lori knew. Just a flick could make her moan and squirm. It amazed Lori how well she handled the treatment under the current circumstances.

Lori leaned down, bending at the waist, and took one pink tip into her mouth, laving it first with her tongue and then biting firmly.

A soft moan escaped Margaret’s lips, probably not loud enough for any ears except Lori’s.

She left the other nipple alone, knowing how frustrating that would be for her pet. Popping free of the disk, she left it wet and stepped away.

Timing was the most important factor in this scene. Too much time spent tormenting her submissive would not keep Margaret on the edge of need. Too little and the woman would come faster than Lori intended.

And orgasm was assuredly the goal tonight. Margaret was a sexual being. She could tolerate a lot of things, including a certain degree of pain, but in the end the woman needed release.

As she headed toward her bag of toys, Lori adjusted the front of her bustier. It extended just over her nipples. She wasn’t the one on display this evening, but she loved how the tight leather made her feel. The matching skirt barely covered her ass, and she glanced down to ensure it hadn’t twisted. It was her confident outfit. And one thing she could use this evening was confidence.

Margaret might have been biting her cheek in suspense, but it was Lori who was faced with the task of making sure her sub both loved the scene and came screaming in the end.

Lori grabbed the soft black rope from her bag and sauntered toward her subject. Margaret was about to become a piece of art.

They’d experimented with shibari at home but never at the club. Unbeknownst to Margaret, Lori had borrowed another sub to practice on earlier in the week. It had taken Lori over an hour to get the knots the way she wanted them.

Lori approached Margaret from the front, holding the long length of rope in loops as though she were going to lasso someone. She lifted it to her pet’s nose. “Remember this?”

Margaret inhaled deeply. “Yes, Mistress.”

“I’m going to tie you now. I expect you to follow my instructions. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Her voice was barely a whisper. She glanced from side to side, a subtle tip of her head.

“Eyes on the floor, pet. You know the drill. You worry about yourself. The audience wants to admire your body. Show them what a good pet you are.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Her feet moved. She curled her toes under.

Margaret smiled. Good. Nerves were good.

Lori stepped behind Margaret and began the sequence of knots she would use to bind her pet. Starting with one hand, she looped the rope between Margaret’s fingers and around her wrist. With a tug, she repeated the same thing on the other hand until each was bound to the other, acting as cuffs.

Margaret straightened her spine, keeping her gaze to the floor.

Lori wrapped the rope around her sub’s forearm and then threaded it between Margaret’s arms to do the same on the other arm, weaving back and forth as she pulled Margaret’s elbows together and forced her biceps tighter behind her.

When she reached the top, her pet’s shoulders were stretched back, her chest thrust higher. God, she was gorgeous.

People began to whisper around the mat. Lori knew Margaret was fantastic. She could be a model. And right now, she could be a model for the display of sex apparatuses.

Lori held the loose end of the rope and stroked her sub’s soft white shoulders with her free hand. “You’re doing well. You look stunning.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Next, Lori stepped around front and brought the rope across Margaret’s shoulder, between her breasts, and around her back on the opposite side. Her tit lifted, making Margaret gasp.

Lori wrapped the rope around her pet’s back and then brought it under the other breast, through the center, and over her shoulder until both tits were raised high, matching. They looked larger lifted like that, and Lori had to hold her breath a moment to keep from dipping her head to suckle a nipple. Now wasn’t the time.

In a series of crisscrosses, Lori decorated her sub in a perfect display of rope. The skin of Margaret’s torso was pulled tight by the nylon. She was truly a piece of art, chest high, shoulders back, arms restrained.

When Lori finished with the front, she circled back around and pulled the rope from her sub’s lower back to her ankle. Margaret’s toes flexed as Lori lifted her foot to wrap the rope around her arch and then her ankle. The action forced her leg to remain in that spread position. She wouldn’t have the slack to attempt to pull her ankles closer.

Reaching back around her pet’s waist, Lori repeated the action on the other foot.

Margaret’s head hung lower than necessary, her chest rising and falling with each short breath, all she could manage bound the way she was.

Lori dropped the loose end of the rope and stepped back.Perfection.

Slowly, she rounded the mat, taking in her pet’s stance from every angle. She wished she’d thought to bring a camera. The finished product was better than what she’d practiced.

Lori ambled back to her bag and removed a soft flogger. Red. Her favorite color. She loved how the deep crimson contrasted with Margaret’s white skin and the black rope. It would match the lines of welts she intended to inflict on her sub.

Tapping the supple leather against her palm, Lori returned to her sub. She spread her legs in a wide stance in front of Margaret and held the flogger to her nose. “I know how you love the scent of leather.”

Margaret moaned as she inhaled. “Yes, Mistress.” She lifted her head as Lori nudged her with the handle.

“I’m going to secure your wrists to the ceiling now. It’ll force you to lean forward a bit. Let me know if it’s too much. I don’t want to hurt your shoulders.” She lifted a brow.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Lori pulled a hook from the ceiling and attached a length of rope from her pet’s hands to the lever. She pulled to shorten the rope slowly.

Margaret leaned forward several inches as her arms rose behind her. When her hands and shoulders were parallel to the ground, Lori stopped. “Perfect. Are you okay, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Her head hung farther toward the ground. Her breasts did too. They swayed slightly from the movement.

Lori reached with the handle of her flogger and nudged first one breast and then the other, making them jiggle where they hung between the crisscross of ropes securing them, and pressing the flesh until they appeared more engorged than usual.

“Your skin is so smooth.” Lori kneeled in front of Margaret and stroked the pale flesh of her thighs, first one and then the other. She set the flogger down under Margaret’s gaze and reached for both nipples to pinch them. “Except right here. These pink beauties stand out in contrast to your white tits.”

Margaret’s lips pursed.

Lori grabbed the flogger and stood abruptly. She trailed the loose ends of leather over Margaret’s shoulders and down her back until she squirmed. “I’m going to flog you now. You aren’t to make a sound. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Lori preferred to enforce a rule of response with her submissive. If she asked her pet yes or no questions from time to time, it helped ensure she was okay.

The first strike was meant to mark. She whipped the leather through the air, perfectly landing the blow across Margaret’s ass. Her sub bucked forward even though she’d known what was coming. She gasped, but she didn’t scream.

Lori was proud. She smiled. Margaret was a gem.

Leaning down, Lori ran her finger along the welt, a perfect pink line. No blood. She never hit to inflict permanent injury. She only struck hard enough to leave a temporary mark. She soothed Margaret with her palm, rubbing it over the exposed flesh and squeezing the white globes one at a time with her entire hand. “That’s so sexy. I love when you wear my mark.”

Lori stood. She teased her sub with the flogger once again, trailing it up her back and across her neck. Margaret would feel the tickle of the leather everywhere not covered with rope.

Without warning, Lori landed another strike across Margaret’s skin, lower this time, right at the junction of her ass with her thighs. She didn’t hit her as hard, and the pink line that formed wasn’t as wide or as bright.

Margaret moaned. Not loud, but enough to make Lori slap Margaret’s left butt cheek with her bare palm. “What did I say? No noises.”

She righted herself again and watched the flush form on her sub’s fine ass. She knew Margaret would be wet, but she wasn’t ready to stroke her sub’s pussy yet.

“If you wait longer between each blow, the need to come will well up inside her, giving you stronger results in the end. I bet she’s fucking hot when she orgasms.” The deep, even, commanding voice coming from behind Lori made her freeze in her spot.

Like a statue, she didn’t move. She couldn’t have moved a muscle if she’d wanted to. Her brain had stopped sending commands to her limbs the moment the first syllable was uttered in that low timbre she’d never expected to hear again in this lifetime.

Holy mother of God. How long had it been? Two years. She didn’t need to ask herself that. She knew the number of days she’d gone without hearing that voice as well as she knew the months of the year or the letters of the alphabet.

He stepped up behind her. She could feel the heat from his body as it crowded her space. No one was supposed to interrupt a scene without cause. They most assuredly weren’t supposed to approach a scene.

But this wasn’t some random Dom. It was Jude. Jude Cavanaugh.

And he certainly wasn’t allowed to touch either the Domme or her sub in the middle of a scene. But no one said a word as his hand ran down Lori’s arm, starting at her shoulder and making its way down her bare biceps, over her elbow and across the now-pebbled flesh of her forearm.

Every inch of her came to life, her skin burning where he’d touched her as though his fingers were hot pokers instead of body temperature.

He didn’t stop until he wrapped his fingers around the hand she held the flogger with, covering her hand with his own. “Grip it looser. Like this.” His breath entered her ear, his mouth inches from her neck. He had to lean down to reach her like that.

He was six foot two, and even in her high heels, Lori stood only about five six.

“Your wrist will flick better if you don’t hold it so tight.” He took the flogger from her hand now and held it out in front of her, his enormous body brushing against her back as he demonstrated his objective.

Lori couldn’t breathe. She stiffened. Emotions welled up inside her and threatened her very existence. Damn him to hell. Damn him for showing up at the club uninvited and interrupting her scene. Damn him for touching her. He had no right. He’d given up that right two years ago when he’d walked away, leaving her to pick up the pieces of her life without him.

And damn him for making her pussy wet and her nipples hard at the sound of his voice. The memories he evoked made her tremble. It was all she could do to keep from kneeling at his feet and ducking her face to kiss the ground in front of him.

His hold on her had been that firm. It still was.

Fuck him.

She needed to be strong. Shake herself out of the trance he’d woven in the past few minutes and regain control of her scene.

Before Lori could open her mouth to speak, he handed her the flogger, released her and stepped back. Again she wanted to slap him. Her traitorous body begged him to wrap her in his warmth. His scent had tormented her and she could smell his distinct maleness from a foot away.

“Try again. Aim higher, across the top of her cheeks. Don’t be in a hurry. She isn’t going anywhere.” He stepped behind Margaret, and Lori whipped her gaze to her sub’s face. She stepped closer to Margaret and ran her hand down her sub’s butt.

Margaret had angled her head only a fraction in the direction of the interruption. Curiosity no doubt ate a hole in her. Lori wasn’t about to stop for introductions. She needed to get through this scene with her dignity intact. She circled her sub, trailing her fingers across Margaret’s skin until she reached her front. Crouching to line up their faces, she stroked Margaret’s cheek. “Don’t worry, pet. He’s harmless.”

Lori didn’t believe those words, but she hoped she conveyed them to Margaret. Nothing about Jude was harmless. Not where it concerned Lori anyway.

She turned her face to glare at Jude, still holding Margaret’s chin. “I’m in charge here,” she said for both Jude’s and Margaret’s benefit.

She righted herself and petted her sub to soothe her. Or maybe Lori was the one needing the soothing. Her heart pounded and she had trouble keeping her hands from shaking. Smoothing her palms over Margaret helped ground her. She needed to regain control of her scene.

Her mind warred with itself to turn around and tell Jude to get the fuck out of Emergence. It wasn’t something she could quite muster.

She needed to keep her chin high and perform her scene, and then she could leave Emergence herself and suck oxygen into her burning lungs.

She struck Margaret again, her wrist looser, the flogger landing just above her sub’s butt crack. A squeak escaped Margaret’s mouth this time.

Lori paused to catch her breath. She felt winded. Light-headed.

“You can’t let her get away with that,” Jude instructed. “You told her no noises.”

Lori lifted her gaze to his, her nostrils flaring now. She narrowed her eyes at him, seeing him clearer.

His head had been shaved recently, within a few weeks. The dark stubble invited her to run her hand over the short growth that extended to his stubbly beard. He was darker than she’d ever seen. Tanned. His bare chest rose and fell with his breaths, begging her to run her tongue over it. Whatever he’d been doing, it had been outside.

He was wider too. His shoulders broader than she remembered, or maybe he was just larger than life right at that moment. And he sported a tattoo now, something she couldn’t see clearly from this angle on his bicep. He winked at her, making her angrier.

“Jude, you’re not in charge of this evening,” she managed.

His smile disappeared in an instant, and he leaned toward her as though she were his. For a split second shewashis again. She wasn’t the only one who felt it. He lifted a hand and opened his mouth as though his next words were going to put her in her place—at his feet. His pointer even extended. She’d seen that stance before. Many times. He would command her to front and center when she didn’t perform to his expectations, and she would scamper to kneel at his feet, knees spread, arms behind her, forehead on his toes.

When she was in that position, she was totally his.

Not today, buddy. I’mnotyours anymore. You gave that up when you told me not to let the door hit me in the ass on the way out.

Nevertheless her brain scrambled and she couldn’t form the words she badly wanted to say to him.Get. The. Fuck. Off. My. Scene.

Instead of finishing his signature, point-to-heel move, he flexed his palm and stepped around Lori to her bag.Herbag. Not his. Even though he’d bought her the duffle and most of the accoutrements inside had been chosen by him, it was hers now.

Before she could utter another syllable, he returned, holding a ball gag she knew well. He lifted her free hand and set the toy in her palm. When she angled her narrowed gaze at him, he held his brows high as if to say, “Well, get to it. You know where it goes.”

Lori snatched the toy from him and tossed it back toward her bag. It hit the floor, almost making its target. Burning anger mixed with lust. She met his gaze dead on, something she never would have done in the past. “This is my scene, Jude.” She kept her voice low, trying not to involve the entire room in her altercation.

“And it looks like you could use a few pointers.”

She gritted her teeth and glanced around. At least a dozen people were watching, paying close attention. They were frozen. It wasn’t often someone interrupted a scene. That sort of behavior was strictly forbidden.

As Lori turned to face Jude again, Carlton stepped through the crowd. The front door manager at Emergence didn’t tolerate any violation of the rules. But would he exert his power over his long-time close friend, even though Jude hadn’t been around for over two years? “Jude.” He shook his head. “What’re you doing, man?”

Lori stepped back and turned her attention to Margaret. She leaned in and kissed her ear, and then she whispered to her, “It’s okay, pet.” She stroked Margaret’s lower lip. “Ready for more?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Margaret didn’t lift her gaze.

Lori kissed her sub’s ear again, breathing into the space behind her lobe until Margaret shivered and emitted a low moan.

When Lori stepped back to resume her scene, Carlton stood to the side, his brow furrowed, his arms crossed. “You want me to escort him out?”

Lori considered the idea for a moment. Jude was on her last nerve. Finally, she shook her head at Carlton and glanced at Jude. Fuck him. He wasn’t going to bully her. Not if she didn’t let him. She lifted her head and shook off the intimidation she’d felt.

The cocky bastard stood his ground, legs apart, head held high. As if he owned the planet and all its inhabitants, he tipped his head and addressed Lori again. “Are you opposed to a few pointers?”

Lori stared at him again. What she wouldn’t give to have the last two years erased from her memory and filled with Jude loving her the way she’d dreamed about in the darkest hours.

“Let me help you out. Just for a few minutes. And then I’ll leave you in peace. For old time’s sake.”

The last thing she wanted to do was make this a big deal—one that involved her now. People were watching, so many of them it seemed the entire club had gathered by now. They’d probably heard about Jude’s reappearance and joined the party like magnets.

He had that effect on people. Even when he wasn’t engaging in a scene. It had always infuriated Lori for women to plaster themselves all over him while she subbed for him. If she was with a man, on a leash no less, then she damn well felt she deserved the respect of others around her to allow her to absorb his attention.

For his part, he’d never allowed anyone to interrupt, nor had he turned to the right or left to look anyone in the eye when he was with her, but it had niggled her to no end.

Margaret squirmed.

Lori turned toward her and grabbed her chin again. “Stay still. You’re still my pet. You don’t have permission to break from this scene no matter what.” Lori released her and stepped behind her. “Whatever I do, you know you’re safe. And you have your safe word.”

She had no idea what else might happen in the next half hour, but she’d bet her last paycheck it wouldn’t be directed by her any longer.

Damn infuriating, sexy son of a bitch.

She couldn’t decide if she wanted to slap him or kneel at his feet.

And that made her angrier.

Poised beyond her imagination, she took a deep breath and inspected one of the lines she’d made on her pet. It was in fact, perfect. Even. Raised. Pink. It would last several hours but not leave Margaret cringing tomorrow.

Not that it was any of Jude’s goddamn business.

She flinched when Jude set a hand on her forearm and whispered for her ears only, “You need to strike again before she starts to come down. It’s been too long.”

She turned on him but just managed to rein in her aggravation to keep from hitting his face with the flogger instead of Margaret’s fine flesh.

Carlton stepped closer, joining them on the mat. “Lori?”

She tipped her head up to meet Carlton’s gaze. “It’s okay. He’s barely a distraction.” She didn’t believe that for a second. What she did know, however, was that dozens of people were watching her and judging her, the crowd growing as word spread that a new man had stepped onto the scene and taken over. It was unheard of. It seemed more prudent to save face by playing this out as though it were planned rather than potentially causing a total disturbance by kicking Jude to the curb.

Besides, the damn man was under her skin. She didn’t want him to leave. She wanted answers. And the only way to get them was to finish the scene out and ask the hard questions.

Carlton lifted both eyebrows, clearly not buying her attempt at nonchalance, but he wandered back to the front of the club anyway.

Trying to ignore Jude’s presence, she let the leather swish through the air once again. This time she struck her sub along the backs of her thighs.

“Again, two more in quick succession.” He hadn’t waited for her consent. He just took over.

Lori glanced to the side to find Jude nodding at her. Encouraging her to continue.

She turned back to her sub and swatted across her ass again and then her lower thighs. Perfect pink welts rose in both spots.

“Soothe them. Stroke her skin,” he commanded.

Lori switched the flogger to her left hand and caressed Margaret’s ass and her thighs, running the flat of her palm over the pink lines and massaging them to ease the discomfort.

Margaret moaned.

“You should have gagged her, baby.” His tone was low, deep, only loud enough for those very close to him to hear.

Lori twisted her face to Jude’s again and shot him a glare. Against her will. She didn’t want to look at him. Every time she made eye contact, she melted a little.

Jude shook his head. “Okay. You don’t like the gag.”

Lori stuffed the flogger under her arm, conscious of the way it made her corset press out. She stepped up to her sub on feet that held much less confidence than ten minutes ago. She held her sub’s chin. “Do you want me to gag you?”

“No, Mistress. I’ll keep quiet.”

Lori glanced down at her chest as she got a hold of the flogger’s handle again. She had goose bumps and her nipples were barely covered by the front of the bustier. She couldn’t adjust now. It would look awkward.

She took a deep breath before lifting her gaze to Jude once more. He might have a hold over her she could barely control, but she wasn’t about to lose the battle with him over the gag. Even if her only reason was purely based on principle.

“Another three strokes, baby.” He stepped closer. “Keep them on her ass this time. Three distinct spots.”

Lori swung again, coming close to nicking Jude’s leather-bound legs. She almost wished she’d been less accurate and cut his skin beneath the damn tight, fucking sexy pants.

Instead she hit her mark precisely. Three quick strikes that made her pet lean forward, putting too much weight on her shoulders.

Lori eased her back into position, holding her steady.

“She’s fine. Rub the new marks. Squeeze her cheeks. I want to see you make them pink.”

As if she were a puppet, Lori fell under his spell. She held a very fine, thin balance between being in control of this scene and feeling like a marionette.

To the innocent bystander who wandered onto the scene late, it might have seemed she’d specifically asked the Dom to aid her tonight. She could play that off. Her closest friends and those who’d been members for years knew better, but the majority were probably confused.

Lori straddled Margaret’s legs, tucked the flogger under her arm again and smoothed her palms over her sub’s cheeks. She squeezed and molded her hands to the delicate flesh, rubbing her thumbs lower with each caress until they were perilously close to Margaret’s sex.

“She’s rocking with your movements, baby. Stroke through her folds. Show me how wet she is.” Jude stepped closer and leaned toward Lori. “So pink and sexy. I love your work.”

Lori glanced up at him.

He nodded at Margaret’s spread thighs. “Go ahead.”

Lori turned her attention back from the rock-hard, naked chest of her former Dom to the submissive she was supposed to be caring for. She released one warm butt cheek and reached between her pet’s legs, stroking through her folds with one finger.

Margaret bucked into the touch, as much as her bound figure would allow.

When Lori lifted her finger, glistening with Margaret’s juices, Jude gave a low, barely audible whistle. “Suck it clean, baby.”

Lori flinched. She wanted to lick Margaret’s moisture and had intended to, but it didn’t feel the same having Jude demand it of her.

She wanted to kick herself for falling under his spell as though time had stood still for two years. Where the fuck had he been, and who the hell did he think he was waltzing into Emergence and directing her to his bidding?

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