Every Which Way

by Sasha White

  She recognized her own depravity in him, and worried a little what she might agree to. Most of the guys she’d been with would’ve been disgusted by some of her secret desires, but she instinctively knew Ranger would be turned on.

  “Both of you, out of my bedroom or I’ll never get dressed. Ya’ll promised to take me shooting and then out to eat.”

  Chapter Twelve

  “No, I’m going home and sleeping alone tonight. End of discussion,” Bethany told them outside the restaurant, her hands on her hips.

  “Ranger and Mac are flying to Washington tomorrow and we don’t know how long they’ll be gone,” Jonathan told her. “We also don’t know for sure how much longer Aaron and Sophia will be gone, and my schedule will be all over the place when they return. Aaron only trusts four of us in his house to guard her when he’s away, and she’s the most comfortable with me. We work in teams of three to six, but I’m almost always with her when her husband can’t be. You aren’t going to have me at your beck and call forever, so you should take advantage of it while you can.”

  Bethany looked to Mac. “Are you ready? Will you be okay?”

  “Don’t have much choice. I did okay at the club Friday night and the restaurant yesterday and today. They’re going to try to push me, so it won’t be easy, but if I don’t show up they’ll consider me to have gone dark and will organize a capture team.”

  “He’ll be fine,” Ranger said. “Aaron Drake may be on his honeymoon, but he isn’t out of pocket and he has connections high enough up we’ve been able to arrange for who’ll handle Mac’s interview and debrief. His interviewer will have to make it look good on camera, but he’s a shapeshifter, too, and will back off if he senses Mac losing control.”

  Bethany stepped to Mac and practically flung herself into his arms, the idea of him not coming back too painful to consider. “How long will you be gone?”

  “I don’t know.” He held her tight and rubbed her back. “Probably at least three or four days, hopefully not longer than two weeks.”

  “When do you leave?”

  “Our plane leaves at midnight. They want me to check in by four in the morning so they can process me and have me ready to be interviewed at eight. I’ll be in Drake Security’s private jet, so I won’t have to deal with airport security, at least.”

  “This was why you and Ranger kept stepping out to talk on the phone, today. And why the guy brought paperwork for Mac to sign while we were at the range.”

  Ranger nodded and Bethany said, “Shit, okay. Let’s go to Jonathan’s house so I can give you and Mac a proper goodbye, and then Jonathan can take me home and stay with me, so he won’t be alone.”

  Suddenly, sex with them before they left was more important than her fears it would turn into making love.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The rope circled the base of her right breast and she closed her eyes, unable to watch as Ranger wound it around and around, tighter and tighter.

  “We can all smell how turned on you are. Don’t hide from us,” Jonathan told her, his voice bordering on a growl and full of sexual heat. He would like this, he was a boob man, after all.

  “Not hiding from you, just don’t want to watch you doing it. It’s too much — seeing and feeling at the same time.”

  Ranger tucked the end of the rope through the coils and pulled it even tighter before he moved to her left breast. Jonathan once again held her breast in place as Ranger started, and Bethany’s legs spread and her hips moved in reaction. God, the rope might be uncomfortable and just at the point of painful, but she was so damned horny she might self-combust.

  “She’s being so good, I think she needs a reward,” Jonathan said as he let go of her breast and moved between her legs to place soft kisses on her inner thighs with the promise of doing so much more with his mouth.

  Soft rope also circled her wrists, and her arms were bound to the headboard. She groaned as the rope was wound around her breast again and again, plumping it up, forcing more blood into it.

  When Ranger finished this time, he tucked the rope to keep it tight, and then looped it behind her neck and back down, securing it to the rope around her right breast, and Bethany gasped and fought the ropes at her wrists.

  “Open your eyes and look at Mac,” Ranger ordered, and her eyelids flew open at his command. She lifted her head and her gaze met Mac’s as he sat in the corner, sprawled on a chair with his cock out of his jeans as he slowly jacked himself off. Bethany could almost see the wolf in his eyes as he watched, so intent, so focused.

  “He’s going to take care of you when Jonathan and I are finished. He’ll kiss the rope marks away, caress the whip marks, and then he’ll fuck your brains out. He may not be a Dom, and may not enjoy delivering pain, but he thoroughly enjoys working someone over when they’re so exhausted and sore they don’t want to see another cock for months.”

  Mac’s smirk told her he didn’t disagree with Ranger’s words, and she closed her eyes again and settled her head on the bed. So many emotions swirled in her head she couldn’t begin to process them on top of the physical sensation of the rope around her breasts, Ranger’s fingers pinching and twisting her nipples, and Jonathan sucking her clit.

  “Fuck!” she exclaimed, breathless. “It’s too much!”

  “It isn’t enough,” Ranger corrected, his voice soft and firm. “You’ll take what we give you, because it may be weeks before you have us all together again.”

  Bethany’s eyes found Mac again, but he shook his head once before focusing on his cock. He didn’t want her worrying about him, but she couldn’t help it.

  How had she grown so close to these three men in just a few days? Was the forced separation with a hint of danger rushing things, making her admit she was developing feelings for them when she’d ordinarily be the one to put a time limit on how long they’d be in her life?

  She didn’t know, and Jonathan’s tongue along with Ranger’s fingers jerked her back into her body and out of her head as she planted her feet and pushed her hips up. She wanted more than his lips around her clit, she needed him inside her, and if she didn’t come soon she might start begging, and Bethany never begged.

  Jonathan’s mouth came off her clit and she looked at him as he rose above her and said, “I want to bury myself in your ass without stretching it, first.”

  Her head automatically shook, silently asking him not to, but he reached for the coconut oil container and took his time getting his cock slippery. A single finger went in her ass to get it slick, and he wiped his hand on a towel, lifted her legs, and positioned at her ass.

  “Dual torture, Raggedy. I’ll go slow, but Ranger’s gonna work on your tits while I take your ass.”

  Ranger put something cool and metal on her stomach, and she lifted her head to see nipple clamps just as Jonathan’s cock pressed into her ass.

  She closed her eyes and breathed as Jonathan slowly entered, and she gasped as the head sank past her entrance, and the shaft spread her wide. Jonathan stopped pushing and kept just enough pressure to remind her he wasn’t backing off, and Ranger put a clamp on her right breast and slowly tightened the screw until the teeth were holding on, biting into the sensitive skin.

  He did the same with the left, and she rested her head back on the bed, relieved she only felt pressure and not biting pain from the clamps. It was a visual thing, apparently — her breasts bound tight with nipple clamps on them.

  Jonathan pressed deeper, and deeper, and soon her eyes were open, her gaze captured by his as he sank into her, spreading her, filling her.

  Ranger stretched out beside them, his head propped up on his left hand, and he teased her clit as Jonathan took her ass, millimeter by millimeter.

  When she gasped and was sure she couldn’t take anymore he paused again, and Ranger’s hand went to her breast and tightened each clamp one full turn of the screw.

  Bethany growled, “Fuck!” at the first, and then wailed, “Noooo!” at the second, but Jonathan’s cock jer
ked in her ass at her outburst and she knew her pain was turning him on.

  One glance at Ranger told her he, too, was getting off on her pain, and she lifted her head to look at Mac, only to see he was stroking himself a little faster while watching intently.

  The idea the three of them enjoyed her pain probably should’ve scared her, but instead it excited her. She didn’t realize she was fighting the rope until she stopped, and she let go of it and flexed her hands as she tried to relax. Holding the rope was only necessary when she pulled and fought, so she’d try to remember not to grab it again. Ranger had asked for her submission and she’d given it to them — fighting her bonds didn’t seem as if she was giving it, offering it.

  Jonathan moaned and pressed in again as he said, “So. Fucking. Perfect.”

  Ranger agreed, and leaned up to kiss her breasts around the clamps as Jonathan went a little faster, and she opened her eyes in shock as he pushed his way into her, forcing her muscles to accept him.

  When at last he was all the way in, he held firm, his eyes closed as he appeared to fight for control.

  Ranger sat up beside her and said, “I’m going to tighten the screws past the point of what you think you can take. It won’t injure you, but it will hurt. Feel free to scream and shout, or even beg us to take them off. Jonathan’s going to set a timer when I tighten the first one, and if you can last two minutes we’ll loosen them and then give you as many orgasms as you want. If you safeword then we’ll take them off, tease you for ten minutes, and put them back on to try again.”

  She heard Mac breathe in and then moan, and Ranger looked towards him to say, “Nothing quite like the scent of arousal spiced by fear, is there?”

  “God,” Mac growled, “I know you warned me, but shit, I’m so close to blowing just from the scent.”

  Ranger tightened the clamp on her right breast a whole turn, licked the top of her nipple poking out of the cruel metal, and then tightened it some more. He didn’t stop until Bethany’s eyes were watering as she fought the ropes, and she heard a beep as Jonathan leaned sideways and started a timer on his phone.

  Ranger tightened the other, and Bethany knew there was no way she could last two minutes. “Please, just a minute! Not two!” she pleaded, feeling every inch of Jonathan’s cock in her ass as she moved and squirmed and fought to get her hands free.

  Mac walked towards her and jacked himself faster, and Ranger stuck two fingers in her pussy as Jonathan massaged around her clit without touching it until she thought she’d go mad.

  “God, I need to come! And I need the clamps off! Please!”

  Ranger leaned around to kiss her, his fingers still inside of her, nothing touching her tits but the damned clamps and the chain hanging between them.

  She started bucking, as if trying to throw Jonathan off, her body ignoring the pain in her ass as she thrashed under him.

  When she couldn’t take it anymore she screamed, “Red!” and within seconds the clamps were off. “Just the clamps off, or do you want to stop the scene?” asked Ranger.

  “Just the clamps,” she managed to say between her deep gasps for air.

  Mac squeezed the base of his cock as he took a step back, saying, “So fucking hot,” but the other men ignored him as Ranger once again worked a few fingers into her pussy, and Jonathan pulled out and pushed back in, so slow she felt every damned millimeter. A full trip out had to take thirty seconds, and then that long again for him to go back in, and before long she was lost in the sensations as he leisurely made his way in and out of her bottom.

  When Ranger moved to put the clamps back on, she moaned, “No, you said I had ten minutes!”

  “It’s been ten minutes, Raggedy,” Jonathan said with a gentle smile. “Take it for us, take the pain, know how hot you are when you’re hurting for us.”

  Ranger put them on without hurting her as Jonathan continued fucking her ass in slow motion.

  “We’re going to do everything we can to help you deal with the pain,” Ranger told her. “But it’s a win-win for us, because if you can’t take it, we’ll do this again in twelve minutes, and if you can then we get to watch you writhe and squirm under us as we give you orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. How the rest of the night goes is entirely up to you.”

  Bethany screamed as he tightened the clamps, and then thrashed under Jonathan as her body frantically tried to escape the pain. She shouted again as Ranger’s lips sealed around her clit and his tongue licked and stroked and her world detonated into a million pieces, but still she didn’t find release.

  Her men kept her on edge, kept her frantic, and while it didn’t take the pain away, it added a layer of pleasure over the top.

  Mac kneeled beside her on the bed and worked his cock with his hand, fast then slow, then so fast it was a blur. She focused on his hand, on Jonathan’s cock in her ass, and Ranger’s tongue on her clit, and her hips fought to move as Jonathan pressed her legs into the mattress around her shoulders.

  Mac’s growl seemed to come from wolf vocal cords and not human ones, and as his cum hit her chest an orgasm blossomed inside of her, slow at first and then rapid. Bethany screamed as the climax took control of her body —her arms pulling at the ropes and her legs fighting to get away from Jonathan’s grasp, but she was hopelessly restrained and all she could do was flail and thrash beneath the men with her nipples on fire, and Ranger’s lips and tongue stubbornly refusing to budge away from her clit, and Jonathan’s cock still owning her ass.

  When her orgasm faded they all backed off, and Mac untied her wrists as Jonathan released one clamp and Ranger removed the other. Someone used baby wipes to clean her up while Mac rubbed her arms and wrists, and then Jonathan’s mouth sealed around her left nipple as Ranger’s worked her right one, and she screamed, “No! It’s too much! Give them a second, please!”

  “Let it be too much,” Mac’s voice soothed as he let go of one arm but kept rubbing the other. “Accept it, take it. They know what they’re doing, and we all know how overwhelmed you are. You told Ranger you’d submit to him, this is what he wants.”

  Bethany stilled her body, though her hips kept moving as if she were fucking someone invisible above her.

  “That’s it,” Mac crooned as he switched to her other arm. “Show us you want to belong to three men. Show us you’re strong enough to take us all on.”

  “A harem,” she managed to say between gasps, “implies I own the men, not the other way around!”

  Ranger pulled off her nipple with a pop that made her give a short scream, and his expression went dark as he said, “You want to pretend you own us when we aren’t having sex, we’ll humor you, but when we’re in bed, this body is ours to share amongst the three of us, however we want.”

  “Not just in bed,” Jonathan corrected. “In the kitchen, the forest, the shower… anywhere we’re having sex.”

  The men repositioned her so she was sitting in Jonathan’s lap, her back to his front, and then lifted her. Jonathan put his cock to her asshole, and Ranger pushed her back down. She gasped and moaned, but Ranger’s hands pressed down on her shoulders as Jonathan pulled her down by the hips, and neither man let up until she was sitting in his lap, his cock spreading her ass open once again.

  “Jonathan is a huge fan of breast torture,” Ranger said as he showed her a single tail whip, “and you have beautiful tits.”

  Bethany looked down and saw they were turning red, and told them, “They’re throbbing, and I feel them with every breath, but there’s so much going on!”

  “I want to give you two strokes on each breast with this,” Ranger told her as he uncoiled the whip. It was maybe three feet long, and a bolt of terror went through her.

  “God, no, please!”

  “Four strokes and we’ll untie your breasts and fuck you into oblivion,” Ranger promised.

  “Take it for us,” Jonathan said with his lips at her ear. He moved his hips to remind her his cock was still in her ass, as if she could possibly forget. “I’ll h
old you for him, help you through it, but Ranger wants to know you’ll carry his mark while they’re gone. Give this to us. Let us hurt you.”

  Her gaze met Ranger’s, and suddenly she wanted to give it to him, wanted to wear his mark while he was in Washington with Mac. Her chin went up and back down of its own accord, and Ranger gave her a gentle smile.

  “You’re perfect, Bethany. Thank you.”

  He delivered the four strikes one after the other – one on the outside of each breast, then on the inside, just on the outer line of her areola.

  Bethany gave a single, tortured scream throughout all four strikes, and was still screaming as Ranger released her bound breasts.

  Jonathan held her tight and kept her from thrashing around, but his mumbled string of cuss words let her know her reactions had translated to his cock buried in her ass and he was having a hard time remaining in control. He took a few deep breaths and finally scooted down the bed and positioned her so Ranger could get to her pussy, and then they fulfilled their promise and fucked her into oblivion. She lost track of how many orgasms she had, and when they both finally came, she rolled sideways off Jonathan and onto the bed, curled in a ball.

  Mac spooned behind her, kissing her neck just below her ear as he said, “Poor baby, they were so rough with you. Let me make it better.”

  She relaxed for him, and before long was on her back as he soothed and rubbed the rope marks still showing around the base of her breasts. He was careful to avoid the whip marks, already turning colors, so she was sure she would, indeed, wear Ranger’s marks for more than a few days.

  When Mac climbed between her legs and slid his cock into her pussy, she moaned and protested, but he said, “Ssshhh, watching them fuck you was so damned hot. Now it’s time for you to take what I give you, Cupcake. I know you’re sore, but you’re just gonna feel every inch of me that much more, right?”