Bound to be Tempted: Emergence, Book 4 by Becca Jameson Page B

subservience caused her to be submissive to others?
    As she relaxed farther into the couch, she wondered if she was making the right choice. Carlton? She’d never considered submitting to him. No, that wasn’t entirely true. She’d watched him perform many scenes from the sidelines, her body quivering with want, wishing she were the submissive under his control.
    She pictured him now, completely in his dominant mode. Easing her eyes closed, she visualized him circling his submissive, a flogger in his hand, stroking the strands of leather through his fingers. Her nipples pebbled. Without thinking she reached with her free hand to fondle one. She pinched down, hard, as though she could somehow prepare her mind for what was to come.
    She clamped her thighs tighter as she pinched, a growing need developing low in her belly. When she slid her right hand down her body to reach between her legs, she froze.
    Oh God . Her eyes flew open.
    “ You won’t masturbate or touch yourself in any way sexual except under my strict instructions .”
    Margaret swallowed. Her mouth was dry. Her thighs quivered with the need that had grown between them. Her arousal picked that moment to run between her clenched ass cheeks, making her moan with frustration.
    She released her nipple suddenly, as though it had burned her fingers. Her breaths came out in long pants. Her heart pounded.
    Holy hell. She was in trouble. Carlton Fisher had a firm grip on her obedience without being in her home. She couldn’t bring herself to finish off what her pussy begged for. Her fingers still shook, itching to stroke between the folds of her pussy. Her legs fell open farther, exposing her lower lips to the air.
    She gasped and then held her breath. If she didn’t concentrate on getting herself together, she was going to come without touching herself. And surely that would count as masturbation. As though there were cameras in every corner of her private apartment, she glanced around. She willed her pussy to keep from contracting.
    It was irrational. Carlton couldn’t see her right then. He would never have any way of knowing what happened on a Saturday afternoon alone in her apartment.
    But he would. She knew he would. Somehow. If nothing else, he would question her and she would be unable to do anything but be honest. First of all, it wasn’t in her nature to lie. And second of all, Carlton could draw truth from a rock if necessary.
    Margaret slowly twisted until she could lie back on the sofa. She left her legs separated, knowing the friction of bringing them together wouldn’t help her cause.
    Deep breaths .
    A noise outside made her flinch. She jerked her gaze toward the living room window. She couldn’t see out with the blinds tipped in the position she’d left them. But adrenaline raced through her body just the same.
    Probably a bird or some other small animal. Geez. Relax .
    She closed her eyes. It was only Saturday. She had six more days of this to endure before she saw Carlton again and officially turned herself over to his care. Six long days…
    Her cell phone picked that particular moment to ring.
    She tried to catch her breath, staring at the ceiling and concentrating on anything but Carlton and his rugged looks. She had plenty of work she could do on her computer this afternoon instead of lying on the couch naked, masturbating.
    She moaned as she pulled herself to standing and padded on wobbly legs to the kitchen table, where she’d dropped her purse the night before. She fished her cell out of the side pocket.
    Two texts. The first one had been from her mother way too early this morning for her to have heard it. She ignored it in favor of the second. Carlton’s. How are you?
    Her fingers quivered as she typed a response. Fine. Good . She hit Send.
    Second thoughts?
    Margaret stared at the screen for several moments. She pondered that question. It wasn’t that she had second thoughts. On the contrary, she’d never been more sure of