Acceptable Risk (10 page)

“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 jerked 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 hold 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.