Every Which Way

by Sasha White

  As she looked at him, it occurred to her that he wasn’t a man to take disobedience lightly. Which made her wonder exactly how he’d go about disciplining her if she stepped out of line.

  “Is everything clear?” Tate asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Okay, then no more questions. You are our responsibility now.”

  The two men gave a silent exchange, and Kaden turned to her. “I want you out of this dress,” Kaden said, his voice deep, demanding, letting her know he was about to take charge of their play.

  The room went silent, the only audible sound was her throat working as she swallowed. She stood still, imagining herself stripping in front of these two. As an actress, she was comfortable with her body, but she’d never been naked, put on display and studied before.

  Kaden growled at her hesitation. “Janie,” he said with more force behind his words. “You will do as I say.”

  “I just…”

  “You’ve been in control for too long. I want you to give me that control and trust that I will treasure it and treat it with the utmost respect.”

  Her pussy moistened at his forcefulness and the thought of him taking total control—and care—of her body. There was no denying that discontent had led her to Kaden in the first place. She was bored and wanted to shake things up, to try something new. Was it possible that she’d been seeking this kind of thing all along? That this is what had been missing in her sex life? Could Kaden have sensed that long before her? If he was as good at reading others as he said he was, then it was probably true.

  “You do want to please me, don’t you?” Kaden asked.

  “Yes,” she answered without hesitation, realizing just how right he was. She had always been the aggressor, the one calling the shots. It was different with Kaden. She wanted to do what he asked, to make him happy with her.

  “Then you will stand over there on that platform and take off your dress,” Kaden said, the authority in his voice eliciting a shiver from deep within her.

  Just do it, her inner voice yelled.

  Her gaze connected with Tate’s, and with heat and anticipation blasting through her, she stepped away from Kaden. She stood on the raised circular platform as Tate stepped up beside his friend. Two sets of eyes stared at her, waiting for her to do as she was told.

  She gripped the hem of her dress and peeled it over her head, leaving her standing there in nothing but her sexy, pinup bikini.

  “Good girl,” Kaden said, approval darkening his eyes as he nodded to Tate. “For that, you will be rewarded.”

  Tate stepped onto the platform and moved closer. He circled her, his body close but never touching. A moment later, he pressed his chest against her back, his hands curling around her waist. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, and her brain shut down, the hungry spot between her legs ruling her actions.

  She moaned and leaned into his touch, letting him know without words how much she liked it. Her nipples swelled and rubbed against her bikini.

  She suddenly hated the stupid piece of fabric that prevented him from really touching her. In a bold move, she reached behind her neck and undid the ties holding her top up.

  Kaden watched her carefully, and she thought she caught a flash of annoyance in his gaze as she proceeded to undress without being instructed to. But that was quickly forgotten as Tate’s hands closed over her breasts, the heat of his palms seeping under her skin and traveling all the way to her throbbing pussy. He tweaked her nipples, running them between his thumbs and index fingers. A moan caught in her throat as her head fell back. She reached behind her and unhooked the latch on her bikini, letting the top fall to the floor as Tate continued to pay homage to her aching breasts. His breathing changed, his breath hot on her neck, and she couldn’t help but want that warm, wet mouth of his on her nipples. She reveled in her reward, enjoying the way he was kneading her breasts, and wondered if Kaden would have Tate reward her again by touching the spot that needed it the most if she slipped out of her bottoms.

  Deciding to find out, she dipped her thumbs into her bottoms and met Kaden’s dark gaze. That flash of annoyance returned to his eyes, but when he said, “Show me your pussy,” she slid them down her thighs.

  She kicked them away and stood there, naked. Warm air hissed over body, and her pulse pounded hard in her neck.

  “Open your legs,” Kaden commanded.

  She did as she was told, and then almost cried from disappointment when Tate stepped back, leaving cold where there was once heat. He assessed her, then dropped to his knees, and she felt a moment of panic when he put a shackle around her ankle. A noise caught in her throat, and she thought of her safe word, but when she looked at Kaden again and caught the careful, concerned way he was watching her, everything inside her told her to hang on. Just a little bit longer…

  Tate shackled her feet, then with a touch that was both light and erotic, he trailed his hands up her legs. Goosebumps broke out on her flesh as his fingers came perilously close to her pussy. She shifted and adjusted her stance, trying to force him to touch the needy spot between her thighs, but the hard look Kaden shot her way was all the warning she needed. She stopped moving, understanding his silent command.

  “Hands above your head,” Kaden said.

  She hesitated, suddenly not so sure she could actually go through with this. Her heart raced faster, everything in what he was asking going against her nature.

  “Now,” Kaden ordered.

  The command in his tone did something to her, and before she realized what she was doing, she lifted her arms. Once she had them over her head, Tate reached for the dangling shackles to secure her. She drew in a quick breath to quell the rising panic. She opened her mouth and closed it again, hardly able to believe what was happening, that she had willingly allowed herself to be put in a vulnerable position.

  But you want this. You want this from Kaden. Be honest with yourself.

  Before she could say or do anything, Kaden was right there in front of her, standing so close the warm heat of his body reached out to hers. He put his mouth close to her ear and whispered, “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Everything is going to be okay. I promise. You give yourself to me, and it will be the best experience of your life.” He ran his thumb over her cheek, everything in what he was saying and doing letting her know that not only was he fiercely protective, he was also paying very close attention. Even without words, he could sense her anxiety, and that gave her a measure of comfort.

  As Kaden hovered close, Tate secured her hands, but not with the manacles. Instead, he used ribbons and looped a knot around her wrists. She gave a light tug on the silken bonds, both surprised and relieved that she could easily pull out of them.

  “I know what my sub needs,” Kaden said firmly. “Don’t ever forget that.”

  With her body calming, he stepped back and walked a circle around her. As he came back around to her front, she caught his glance, and the hunger she saw there made her legs tremble. His hand touched her elbow, and he slowly trailed his fingers down her arm, brushing along the outer edges of her breasts and going lower until he reached her hips.

  Deep, dark desire moved through her, desire like she’d never before experienced. Her nipples ached for attention, and she whimpered as Tate came close. He pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her passionately as Kaden continued to touch her, slowly introducing himself to her body.

  Kaden slipped a hand between her legs and lightly touched her clit.

  “Very wet,” he murmured. “Have you been thinking about this?” he asked.

  Tate inched back, and she bit down on her lip as Kaden caressed her. “Answer me, Janie.”

  “Yes,” she murmured.

  “Have you found yourself touching yourself more and more since I introduced you to Sanctuary?”

  Oh God.

  “Yes,” she admitted honestly, even though this lifestyle wasn’t something she’d ever considered before.

  Kaden nodded to Tate, and Tate moved behin
d her. She heard him take something off the tray and was about to look when Kaden’s firm voice stopped her.

  “Have you been thinking about us when you touched yourself?” Kaden asked.

  Her gaze moved over Kaden’s chest, wanting to see him naked.

  “Eyes to me,” he commanded in a firm tone.

  Her gaze darted to his, and with her brain so rattled, she blurted out, “I’ve never been with two men.”

  He clenched his teeth, the muscles along his jaw rippling as his eyes locked with her. “That wasn’t the question,” he said, impatience lacing his voice.

  She sucked in a quick breath. “Yes, I’ve been thinking of you.”

  “Does being with two men excite you?”

  She gulped air when she felt Tate’s hands on her ass, kneading her flesh and spreading what felt like warm lubricant between her cheeks. Did he plan—.

  “Answer the question.”

  “Yes, it excites me.”

  There was a long pause as he stared down at her, then he said, “I appreciate your honesty, and for that, you will be rewarded.” He plunged his finger deep into her pussy at the exact same time Tate lightly stroked her back opening, like he was preparing her. As the two men touched her, her head fell back to rest on Tate’s chest, every nerve in her body alive from the duel pleasure. God, she never felt anything quite like this before. In fact, she could hardly believe how close she was to climaxing.

  As if reading her thoughts, Kaden stilled his thrusts, brushing lightly over the hot bundle of nerves inside her. The second her muscles tightened around his finger, he pulled out, leaving her feeling empty and needy and desperate for so much more.

  “You will not, under any circumstance, come until I tell you to.”

  “Please…” she cried, suddenly not above begging. She moved her hips, wanting to hurry her climax along. “I’m so close.”

  His eyes darkened, and he stepped back, his scowl a silent message to rethink her boldness.

  “Your orgasms are my responsibility, Janie,” he said firmly. “They are a gift from me, and you were warned not to ask.”

  She bit her lip, her body burning hotter than ever before as he stared down at her, those hard eyes scolding her for her inappropriate behavior.

  He looked over her shoulder and gestured with a nod to Tate. Tate stepped away and she could hear him move toward the tray again. Her body quivered as she turned her head to see what he was doing.

  “You’re rewarded for good behavior, but you’re also punished for bad.”

  The sound of Kaden’s deep voice had her turning back to him. She watched his eyes narrow and his nostrils flare like a wild animal about to take chase. God, he was all dominance and strength and had such a powerful confidence about him. It excited the hell out of her.

  “You need to trust that I know what you need and when you need it. Do you understand that?” When she didn’t speak, he said, “Answer the question.”

  “Yes.”

  His voice dropped an octave. “I know you’re still learning, so I won’t be too hard on you, but I believe you were warned that disobedience comes with a price.”

  “What price?” she asked, even though she knew she wasn’t supposed to ask questions. Maybe she did it because this was all new to her, or maybe, just maybe, she wanted to be disciplined.

  She watched him exchange another look with Tate, and then the next thing she knew, she felt a paddle come down over her backside. A yelp escaped her lips. The smack came again, and she cried out, from pain, surprise…excitement.

  She looked up to see Kaden watching her, gauging her reactions.

  “Again,” Kaden said as their gazes collided.

  The whack came harder, and she could hardly believe how much she liked it, how much the combination of pain and pleasure aroused her. Her pussy throbbed, the air around them grew heavy with the scent of her arousal. Her body trembled when Tate put the paddle down and ran his hands over her ass, soothing the sting left behind.

  She drew a quick breath and lowered her head in a sign of submission, wanting, no needing to put her body, her pleasure, completely in his hands.

  “Good girl,” Kaden said. He stepped back up to her again and touched her aching breasts. She stayed perfectly still, not daring to move or wiggle for fear that he’d stop. It was pure, blissful torture.

  “Eyes to me,” he said, and she looked at him.

  “Tate is going to do things to your body. Things I’m certain you’ve never done before, but do trust that we know what we’re doing.”

  She was about to open her mouth and ask what kind of things, but the look in Kaden’s eyes stopped her.

  A moment later, she heard a buzzing sound, and a gasp caught in her throat. Kaden brushed his thumbs over her breasts, bringing her attention back to him.

  “You have a beautiful body, Janie. While you’re here in Sanctuary, I never want to see it covered again. No more costumes. And when you come to me, you come with only one layer of clothes. Nothing underneath. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” She wanted to ask if she could see his body as well, but all coherent thought fled when she felt something press up against her back passage.

  “Oh, God,” she cried out. Never had she trusted her body to a man like this before. Her safe word lingered on her tongue as Tate circled her opening, slowly, gently inching the small toy in.

  Be honest with yourself…

  With her lips still parted, she concentrated on the sensations, taking a moment to wonder what it would feel like to have that vibrating device inside her. Her heart raced, and she desperately searched for Kaden’s eyes, needing to see that confidence that helped put her at ease.

  “That’s a good little sub,” he whispered. He dipped his head and pulled one taut nipple into his mouth. Biting down hard, he reached behind her to widen her ass cheeks. She swallowed a cry as his hot mouth inflicted equal amounts of pain and pleasure. That, combined with the toy stimulating her ass, was almost more than she could take. Her body began trembling, moisture dripping from her pussy and trickling down her inner thighs.

  While Tate played with her ass, Kaden brought his hands back around to her pussy, and her body quaked in desperation. Never had she needed to be touched so badly. He dropped to his knees and opened her waxed, pink lips.

  “I’m going to touch you, Janie. I’m going to feast on your clit while I put my fingers deep inside you, but you are not to come.”

  After fully inserting the small device into her ass, Tate’s hands went to her hair. He pulled it from her shoulders and put his mouth on her neck. His kisses were soft, stimulating, raising her passion higher and higher. His hands circled her body and cupped her breasts. He pinched her nipples, which were tender and a little bit sore from Kaden’s bites.

  Kaden pushed a thick finger inside her, and she bit down on the inside of her cheek. He stroked her deep as his mouth went to her clit. As the two men pleasured her, she closed her eyes against the flood of heat, desperate to hang on until she had permission to come.

  Kaden’s pushed another finger inside, his touch going through her as he slid them in and out. Completely attuned with her body, he applied more pressure to her clit, lapping it harder with the soft blade of his tongue. The world around her began spinning, and her breasts felt heavy and hot as Tate played with them.

  She moaned, and with the approach of her orgasm, her body screamed for release.

  “You will not come,” Kaden said from deep between her legs.

  Pushing her higher and higher, but never letting her tumble over, he said something to Tate, but she was too far gone to comprehend. A moment later, Tate began moving the toy in and out of her ass, matching the pace Kaden had set.

  “When I let you come, I don’t want you to open your mouth. I want you to stay quiet. That way, you can focus on every pulse of pleasure.”

  She swallowed her cry, the world around her going fuzzy around the edges. Sure she couldn’t hold on any longer, she clenched he
r teeth together. She began breathing harder, faster, and she was almost certain that if he didn’t soon give the command, she would black out.

  “Janie,” Kaden said, plunging two thick fingers back inside her. “When you leave here, you’re not to touch your pussy all week. If you do, I’ll know, and punishment will be severe.”

  “I won’t,” she somehow managed to get out, her body shaking all over, desperate, so desperate for release.

  “Very good. Then you may come now.”

  Chapter Five

  Nearly a week had gone by since he and Tate’s had first played with Janie, and Kaden couldn’t seem to get her out of his head. Needing a breath of fresh air, Kaden slid open the patio door and stepped out into the night. He leaned against the wooden rail and looked at the magnificent skyline from the mansion’s patio. Even with all this beauty before him, he couldn’t help but think about Janie. Sweet and sexy Janie, who he wanted in the worst ways.

  He exhaled slowly, then breathed in the fragrant night air, happy that the weekend was upon them. It had been a long and a painful week. Being with Janie on the set, watching her through the lens of his camera and not being able to touch her, was pure torture. Other than the text from her letting him know she changed her phone number, they barely had any contact. If changing her number had something to do with that asshole, Simon, he was going to hunt him down and personally make sure he never came near her again. Anger moved through him, sure and swift, because no one—NO ONE—ever hurt those under his care.

  “Everything okay?” Tate asked, as he stepped outside to join him on the patio.

  Kaden turned, and Tate’s calmness helped ease the tension inside him. As he looked at his friend, his heart pinched. If it wasn’t for Tate, he had no idea where he’d be today. While they might not be blood, he loved the man more than a brother.