Every Which Way
Every Which Way
ISBN: 978-1-928115-10-6
Published by Sasha White
Tribe Publishing Edition
UNABASHED Copyright © 2015 Sasha White All rights reserved.
LOANED Copyright © 2015 Annabel Joseph All rights reserved.
BOOTS & WINGS Copyright © 2015 Myla Jackson All rights reserved.
PIN ME UP PROPER Copyright © 2015 Cathryn Fox All rights reserved.
ACCEPTABLE RISK Copyright © 2015 Candace Blevins All rights reserved.
Tribe Publishing Edition
Electronic book Publication June 2015
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This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
Love beckons and desires tempts in this sizzling collection of five brand new stories of erotic romance Every Which Way from some of the hottest storytellers around
UNABASHED by New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Sasha White
She’s finally found a man who sees her for the woman she is, and she’s not holding back.
Ian Johnson thrived on training new submissives at Overwatch. He loved helping them explore their kinks, learn their limits, and recognize the power they hold. Then Ronnie Mack strode into the club, and right back into his heart. Now she’s his one and only, and he’s discovered that training a submissive loves is a whole new adventure.
LOANED by New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Annabel Joseph
It’s all kinky fun and games, until someone loses their heart.
Bettina’s Master gets off on loaning her to strangers. Afterward, she’s supposed to report back to him with all the raunchy details. It’s all kinky fun and games, until one of those strangers decides he doesn’t want to give her back...
BOOTS & WINGS by New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Myla Jackson
When a woman comes between brothers, passions take wings
Pilots, partners and brothers, Jake and Tucker Maddox, are both in love with Molly O’Brien and she’s in love with them. Because of their crazy sibling rivalry she refuses to choose between them, and instead walks away. On the verge of losing the best gal that ever happened to them, the two brothers hatch a desperate scheme to kidnap Molly, carrying her away to their mountain cabin where they convince her she can have them both, if she dares
PIN ME UP PROPER by USA Today and New York Times Bestselling author Cathryn Fox
Shackles, blindfolds and ropes, oh my...she’s not in Kansas anymore.
Bored with the men in her life, actress Janie Monroe is looking for something different. On a whim, she decides to seduce her cameraman, a guy who comes off as a nerdy video gamer. After enticing him at a pin-up photo shoot, she learns that he does indeed like to play, but instead of a game console and controller, his toys are shackles, blindfolds and ropes. Janie soon finds herself immersed in a world of dark passions where her boundaries are challenged and pleasure beyond her wildest imagination is the prize.
ACCEPTABLE RISK by Candace Blevins
Bethany has joked for years that if she ever settles down, it’ll be with a harem of men, only it isn’t a joke anymore.
Mac is a new werewolf, and still must be watched at every moment to be sure he stays in control. His kink has always been ménage, so when he overhears the beautiful redhead at the bar wanting to take on not only him, but also the werewolf and wereleopard chaperoning his night out... he has to convince them to let him take her home. He might not be trustworthy with a human woman alone, yet, but with two powerful shapeshifters in bed with them, what could go wrong?
Table of Contents
UNABASHED by Sasha White
LOANED by Annabel Joseph
BOOTS & WINGS by Myla Jackson
PIN ME UP PROPER by Cathryn Fox
ACCEPTABLE RISK by Candace Blevins
UNABASHED
an Overwatch story
Sasha White
She’s finally found a man who sees her for the woman she is, and she’s not holding back.
Ian Johnson thrived on training new submissives at Overwatch. He loved helping them explore their kinks, learn their limits, and recognize the power they hold. Then Ronnie Mack strode into the club, and right back into his heart. Now she’s his one and only, and he’s discovered that training a submissive loves is a whole new adventure.
Other stories currently available in the Overwatch series.
Unfettered
Primal
Thank you, Beth, for sharing a little piece of yourself with me.
Chapter One
Hot lips wrapped around Ian’s cock and pulled him from sleep. It was heaven, and it was hell.
Ronnie Mack. The girl who’d tempted him so much as a young man that he’d left town without saying good-bye to anyone. Finally, she was in his life again, and in his bed. Heaven.
He lay there, just enjoying the delicious torment of velvet tongue stroking up and down his cock and fighting the need to take control at the same time. It was a rare thing for him to have a sub in his home, in his bed, but it was even rarer for him to fight the urge. He was a Dominant; he liked to be the one in charge, the one tormenting someone until she was drowning in pleasure. Any woman entering his bed knew that, but, normally, they’d have negotiated their boundaries.
He’d been in such a hurry, they’d skipped that step the night before. Hell.
Damn, she was good with that little tongue of hers. He wasn’t going to last very long, which was a shock considering the woman between his legs had pretty much wrung him dry the night before. Talented fingers cupped his balls as she took him deep, and he bumped the back of her throat for a too-brief second before she moved back. A growl rumbled in his chest.
Fuck holding back. She’d said she wanted a man who was dominant; now she had one. Time for her training to truly begin.
He reached down, wrapped his fist in Ronnie’s silky hair, and shoved his dick down her throat until she gagged. Her fingers tightened on his sack briefly then she pushed herself closer, gagging harder.
“No,” he growled roughly. He pulled her back by her hair and looked down to meet her gaze. “I’m in control. You do nothing but open wide, relax, and swallow when it’s time.”
Her eyes widened filling with delight and challenge as her cheeks flushed. Raising one brow, she put both hands on his thighs, dropped her jaw, and opened wide. More than ready to meet her challenge, Ian used his other hand to stroke himself right in front of her face. “You want this, don’t you, naughty girl?”
“Yes, please,” she said, the sweetness in her voice belied by the wicked glint in her eye. The little minx was feeling playful for sure.
He rubbed his cock on her bottom lip, popping the head in and out without letting her have a good taste. When she pulled against his hold, trying to get closer, her tongue darting out, licking at him, he held back, just out of reach. “Uh uh uh,” he said. “You are the submissive here, little girl. You get this when I say you get it.”
She glared. “But I said please.”
“And that was very nice, Ronnie. I like hearing you say please. But now you’re glaring at me, and glaring at your Dom is never the way to get what you want.” He paused then grinned wickedly. “Unless you want a spanking. Then glaring will ge
t you exactly what you want.”
She smiled sweetly. “Uhmm, no thanks, not today. I’d really like to suck you off though.”
He swallowed a chuckle. She was so damn open and eager. It was beautiful. And, really, he couldn’t — no, he shouldn’t punish her when they hadn’t negotiated anything yet.
“If you ask nicely, I’ll give you some more,” he said firmly.
She licked her lips. “Please, Sir, may I have some more?” This time he couldn’t bite back the laugh. Christ, she was gonna be a handful.
Good thing he was up for it.
He began an erotic game of keep-away. He gave her more of his cock, but as soon as she got a rhythm going, he pulled her back and teased them both some more. He did this again and again, as his heart pounded and lust rushed through his veins, filling his dick to bursting at her talented tongue play. The way her cheeks flushed with arousal and her brow wrinkled with frustration every time he stopped her made it clear she was enjoying the game as well as getting turned on. Twisting the little sub up was almost as much fun as shoving his cock in and out of her mouth.
Then he saw the end of her patience near, and the moment before she started to speak, he thrust deep and filled her up. Her eyes popped wide before she closed them with a hum of pleasure and he guided her over him. In and out, up and down, she sucked and he went deep until she gagged, then shallow, then deep again and again until saliva dripped down both her chin and his cock.
Her eyes glazed over as she stared up at him, and her hands relaxed on his thighs, telling him without words that she was his in that moment, totally and completely.
“You’re amazing,” he said, tingles running down his spine to his balls.
She moaned, a raw, hungry sound that sent vibrations rippling along his dick. “You ready?” he pushed her hair back with both hands so he could see every tiny micro-expression on her face.
“Take it,” he groaned out as he threw back his head, arched off the bed, and thrust deep. “Take me.”
Ronnie sucked air in through her nostrils, closed her eyes, and reveled at the hot cum shooting down her throat. She tried to swallow it all, but she couldn’t do it. Her mouth was so full that juices seeped out, coating her chin, and dribbling down her neck. She didn’t care though. She didn’t care about anything in that moment but making sure Ian’s pleasure lasted as long as possible. Soon, his grip relaxed, and his hands fell to her shoulders. Satisfaction rolled through her as she moved back a bit, and listened to his heavy breathing as it filled the room.
She’d woken up surrounded by the heat of Ian’s body, the scent of sex still heavy in the air, and couldn’t stop from helping herself to more. His stopping her had been a surprise, but the command in his voice and the way he’d taken over had been perfect. She might’ve been the one on top while he was flat on his back, but there was no mistaking he’d been the one in control.
Ronnie had dreamed of a dominant man, a master who could look past her skinny body and her rough mechanic’s hands and see her for the sexual creature she was, and she’d found that, and more, in Ian. The night before had been amazing. The best sex of her life, and he’d needed no toys or crosses or anything to make it so. Just the two of them and their connection.
She should be surprised that the connection was still there after more than fifteen years apart, but she wasn’t. Not really. As much of a shock as it had been to see Ian walk onto the stage at the Overwatch club, the moment she’d seen him, everything had clicked into place. He’d been her first kiss, her first love. And now, she thought, as she licked his softening cock clean, he was her first Dom.
Ian’s fingertips played across her naked shoulders, stroking her gently and making her feel cared for and appreciated. As soon as she had the thought, he reached down, grabbed her under her armpits, and dragged her up his body. Her sigh and his soft rumble of pleasure blended as she snuggled against his chest, his heart pounding beneath her ear. Strangely, even though the wetness of her own arousal slicked her inner thighs, she was content where she was.
“All right,” Ian said as he slid a coffee across the kitchen table to her. “Let’s talk.”
It wasn’t even seven a.m., and they’d both showered and were relaxing in the kitchen, just enjoying the quiet time together. She was used to dragging her ass out of bed at five fifteen most mornings to be at the garage for work by six. Weekends were her time to sleep in and be lazy, but, waking up with Ian, even this early, was a hell of a way to start the day.
“Talk about what?”
“About us.”
She froze, heart jumping at the serious tone of his voice. Had she read too much into their night together? No freaking way. Before he’d opened the door to his condo the night before, he’d made it clear this was serious. He rarely took subs home. He kept his sex life pretty much confined to the club. At least, before her, he did.
Lightning bolt to the brain.
“You’re as new to this as I am, aren’t you?” she said, setting her coffee down suddenly. “Not the Dom-sub stuff, but the relationship stuff. Right? That’s why you gave me that little speech last night at the door. Because you’re as scared as I am about what’s happening here.”
“I’m not scared,” he said, sounding a bit surprised. He shifted her chair back then angled his so when he sat down, he was close enough that his knees bracketed hers.
“I admit that when I saw your application for the club, I didn’t think it was a good idea to let you in, but I know now that it wasn’t because I didn’t want you there, it was because the others were already drooling over you, and they hadn’t even met you yet. I was jealous, even then. Then I told myself I wanted you at Overwatch because it was a safe place for you to explore, I didn’t want anything to happen to you, and that it would all be okay. I would just be another one of the trainers, and we would be friends again. Hell, part of me wasn’t even sure you would remember me.”
“As if I could ever forget the first guy to kiss me,” she said with a laugh.
“I was your first?”
She laughed at his obvious pride. “My first kiss back then, and now my first Dom.”
“There’s plenty more firsts to come for you,” he said with a playful wink.
She giggled like an idiot and sat straighter in her chair, pressing her thighs together to contain the tingles there.
Wow, it was so weird to feel all girly and so fucking turned on at the same time. It was different from the dark intensity of their previous interactions, but just as sexy.
“I take it you don’t work weekends at the garage?” he asked with a glance at the clock.
“Not normally. Zane has some part-time guys that come in on Saturdays, and we’re closed on Sundays,” she said, happy he’d asked. “But I do have to go in for a bit this morning. What about you?”
“I’m the boss. I can take time off whenever I want. Usually.”
They laughed. She got it because Zane, the owner of the garage where she’d worked for the past ten years, was the same way. He worked six days a week, except when he didn’t want to, which was rare because the business was his and he took it seriously.
She took another slow sip of coffee and watched him. Something was definitely on his mind. “Okay, Ian, you said we needed to talk about us, so what’s up?”
His expression smoothed out into what she’d already begun to think of as his Dom face. “We need to negotiate our relationship.”
Umm? “The whole thing?”
“Yes. By coming in here last night, you told me that you want it all—the power exchange and the relationship. So we need to negotiate the power exchange aspects.”
Well, shit. Negotiation was important. Ian had been the one to teach her that during her Overwatch training classes. But negotiating a whole relationship was way different from the back and forths she’d had in her mind about scenes.
Not one to ever back down when she wanted something, Ronnie straightened in her chair, and met his gaze head on. “Okay, w
here do we start?”
He leaned in, cupped her cheek with his hand, and pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss.
“Nowhere scary,” he said when he moved back. “You’ve spent the last few weeks thinking about your limits and the areas you really want to explore, but it was all focused on scening at the club, right?”
“Pretty much, yeah.” She’d been dreaming of being strapped to a freaking St. Andrews cross for years.
“Today I want you to not think about the club. Instead, I want you to think about how much control you want to give me over you when we spend time together outside the club. So, not only your sexual limits, but submissive boundaries altogether. Then we’ll meet at the club tonight, and negotiate. Okay?”
“This sounds like a really big deal, Ian. Can’t we just sort of be normal outside of the club?”
“If that’s what you want. We’ll talk about it tonight. But before we decide for sure, I want you to consider what it might be like to give me more control even when we’re not there. “
Oh, shit. “Is that what you want? To be in control all the time? Because I know for sure that isn’t for me.”
“I’m not saying I want it to be twenty-four hours a day seven days a week, Ronnie. Think about things like, if we’re watching a movie, do you want to serve me, or do you want me to make my own popcorn and shit. When we have a date, do you want to be in on making the plans, or are you okay with me taking care of everything. When we’re in bed, do you want to only be submissive during a formal scene, or do you like it when I’m always the one in control?” He raised an eyebrow and stared at her, and she blushed, knowing he was thinking about how he’d taken over that morning. She squeezed her thighs together.
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