Chapter 5
Five
Strong, thick arms wrap around me and lift me from the car before Beckett’s voice washes over me. “Before we get started, Sweetheart, we have an NDA for you to sign.”
“An NDA for sex?” I squeak, and his rich chuckle washes over me.
“It’s for your protection as much as ours,” he replies.
His steady steps are the only sound as he takes me who knows where. My toes curl in my shoes as I imagine exactly what they would need protection from. What I would need protection from…sure, if the office found out I slept with our bosses, there might be an issue, but I’m not telling anyone, even without an NDA.
He sets me on my feet, ensuring I’m steady before releasing me. Then he takes the blindfold off. I’m standing in front of a large mahogany desk. The huge leather chair behind it looks like it was made to fit Beckett’s large frame. He pulls out a file. Opening the folder, he slides a bound packet across the space.
“This says that no party can seek out the other after this night is done. We are not looking for an omega, and I hope I can assume you are not looking for an alpha. One night of pleasure with no repercussions. We also are not looking for children, so you’ll be expected to take something to ensure that doesn’t happen?—”
I cut him off, lifting my eyes from the legal document to him in his bear mask. It’s hard to hear him talking like he does in the office but then see him in his pure alpha form. “I’m on heat suppressants; it won't be a problem. And I signed up for this, remember?”
He smiles, satisfied with my answer. Then he pushes the NDA across the desk, a pen lying on top. He pauses a moment before lifting his hand off of it. “By signing this, we also expect that you will not talk about this night in any detail with any friends or acquaintances.”
I press my lips together. If they have everyone sign one of these, it could explain why there are no whispers of their personal lives around town. I’ve known for years who they are—even if I half convinced myself that I was wrong or that was in the past.
“My lips are sealed.” I mime zipping my lips and throwing away the key.
He releases the pen, and I pick it up, flipping to the last page without reading it. I know these men well enough to know it will be ironclad. They won’t miss any corner or fail to include any clause. There are no loopholes with this. I sign the document with a slash of my real name before adding quotation marks and ‘Bunny’ next to it. The most he can get from my signature is that my name starts with ‘A.’ I learned from the best of them how to sign like a lawyer.
He brings the packet back to him and flips to my signature, grinning slightly. “Bunny,” he says with a chuckle. He drops the page and straightens before coming back around the desk. My entire body tingles as he approaches. My stomach does somersaults in anticipation. Fuck, I’m really doing this. “Are you ready for a night you won’t forget?”
After I nod, he leads me out of the office and into a hallway that my mind immediately connects to their large mansion from that party long ago. How does a hallway bring that to mind? It probably helps that this hallway and the room at the end of it lives rent-free inside my head. My breath stutters inside my lungs as he pushes the door open.
It’s changed a little since I was a peeping Tom. They have more of everything. The walls are padded with a sound barrier, the same color as Ozwald’s irises. One wall has a rack of what can only be described as toys. At least I think that’s what they are for. Paddles, whips, dildos with the largest knots I’ve ever seen, and various other items.
Wade’s helping Oz set up a padded bench that looks like someone would kneel on some padding and bend over it to be tied in place. There are restraints in place for hands and feet as well as around the waist. My gaze goes over it all as Beckett leads me into the room. There are other things in the space. One that looks like a person could be restrained, spread eagle, while another looks like some kind of swing with bindings and things.
My perfume spikes, flowing from my scent glands with pure lust, making it smell sweeter and mixing with their pheromones in the air. I’m positive they won’t have to lay a single finger on me before I orgasm.
“Come here, Sugar.” Wade motions me over, and I go willingly. “Have you experienced any kind of kinks? Do you have any of your own?”
I swallow and moisten my lips, shaking my head at the same time. “No, but I’ve imagined it.”
He gives me an encouraging smile while Ozwald stills and gives me his full attention. “What have you imagined?”
Being in this very room, tied up and fucked senseless by you three. My mind screams the answer that I can’t utter.
“Don’t be shy, Sugar,” he murmurs.
Inhaling deeply, I glance at the bench they are prepping. “I’ve imagined—” I trail off as my heart races. I’m really doing this. This is real life. I want to pinch myself. “Having my hair pulled and choking on a cock, while being spanked and fucked at the same time.”
Oz grins wide, his white teeth flashing, making him look like the wolf he’s dressed as. “Oh, Bunny, you’ll be so full of our cum before the night is done you’ll wish you never signed that NDA.”
Except, I don’t have to do much to find them after this… just show up at work on Monday. It sends a thrill through me that I’ll know something they don’t. The forbidden aspect has slick soaking through my bunny suit and coating my thighs.
“We’ll start slow, Sugar, ease you into our world,” Wade says reassuringly. He closes the distance, his fingers tilting my chin up as he silently checks in with me. “If there is anything you don’t like, use your word. But if you need us to move slower, you can say yellow, and we will slow down but not stop the scene. Okay?”
Our eyes are locked on one another as I absorb his words. The permission to continue even if I’m not sure. I don’t have to stop it completely. When I nod my agreement, he slides his hand to the back of my neck and tugs me into him, kissing me hard. The floodgates have opened, and fuck, I’m ready.
He growls deep in his throat as he tugs on my hair, angling my head further back, his other hand like a brand on my shoulder as he works my bunny suit off. Another set of hands joins his, undressing me faster than I can have second thoughts.
When he steps back, my lips throb in time with my clit as I catch my breath. Beckett hasn’t moved from the entrance, but I lose sight of him as Ozwald peels my costume off, slipping the straps from my arms and exposing my chest to the three of them.
Instinctively, I cover myself, but Oz ignores my shyness and drops to his knees in front of me. He nips at my stomach, earning a whimper from my throat. His fingers grip the fabric pooled at my waist and tugs it lower until it is around my ankles, and I’m bare for them with everything but my barely there thong and shoes. The latter of which he makes quick work of, tossing them to the side and slipping my socks off my feet.
The only sound in the room is our ragged breathing, and it’s the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard. Oz lifts my foot in the palm of his hand, then drapes my leg over his shoulder and tugs me closer. He inhales deeply against my lower stomach, just above where the band of my thong rests.
“Give Wade your arms, Bunny,” he demands, the words vibrating through me.
My nipples stand at attention, poking my inner arms still covering myself. I can’t deny his command. My cheeks heat as I lift my arms above my head, and Wade links my wrists together with leather cuffs.
A thrill runs through me as he attaches them to a bar above my head. Curling the tips of my fingers around the cool metal, I gaze down at Oz on his knees in front of me. He watches me, a pleased expression that isn’t quite a smile painting his face. Then he reaches forward, looping his pointer finger into the band of my panties. He holds my gaze as he tugs the material up. The thin thong slips between my folds and he grins when the friction against my clit makes me moan.
“Look how ready she is for us,” Ozwald says. He leans forward, his tongue ghosting over the path of my panties, and embarrassingly, I jerk against him, squishing his mask in the process, the bar above my head rattling with my movement.
“Oh God!” I say. There’s nothing painful about that. In fact, if he continues even that slight touch, I’ll climax in less than a minute.
As if he can hear my thoughts, he tugs his finger up, my thong basically flossing my folds. And if I wasn’t attached to a bar above my head, with one leg over Oz’s shoulder, my legs would have given out. He lowers his eyes onto his handy work before lifting the nose of his mask up a little and leaning forward. His teeth graze my clit as he sucks the material into his mouth at the same time Wade glides his hand over my sides, up to my breasts. If my nipples get any tighter, I might combust.
“Breathe in, Sugar,” Wade whispers against my neck, the feathers from his mask brushing my overheated skin like a physical touch. It’s so at odds with the pinch of pain that I cry out as he attaches a clamp to one nipple, then the other. He chuckles and tugs on a chain between them, and I see stars. I give him my weight as I lean back into him, and he tugs again, making the chain taunt.
The small pinch of pain was worth it for whatever that sensation was. I don’t have time to focus on it before Oz closes his teeth around my sensitive bud and bites. I buck into his mouth, and he swirls his tongue around the assaulted flesh, at the same time, he sinks two fingers into me and curls them forward, adding a delicious pressure as he sucks my clit between his teeth again and bites me for the second time.
My legs tremble as he mixes pleasure and pain over and over again, like waves crashing relentlessly against the sand during a hurricane. When I tumble into an orgasm, I soak his face, and he releases a possessive growl that sinks into my belly.
One night will never be enough and we haven’t even had sex yet. I’m so screwed.
If I expect them to relent and let me ride the wave of climax to a peaceful end, I’m so very wrong. Because Wade drops to his knees behind me. The snick of a switchblade, followed by cool metal against my skin and the thong being cut off, is only a minor relief before Wade’s feathers are brushing against my ass cheek, the beak running up my crack. Then he slips his fingers between my legs and sinks them into me, right next to Oz’s two digits.
It feels as if they are stretching me. Two, then three, followed by a fourth. Now, a fifth. They pump in and out in tandem, and all I can hear is the wet sounds of my pussy as it grips around them. I’m so full it’s almost uncomfortable, but I gave them my trust the second I walked into this room.
Oz slips his fingers out, drawing my slick over my clit as he redoubles his sucking and nibbling on the swollen bud. And with his free hand, he ghosts it over my stomach, up until he finds the chain hanging between my breasts, and he tugs it taunt. Once, twice, and three times. At my gasp, he sucks harder. Wade has all four fingers fucking me, his thumb running over my backdoor as if he’s thinking of double penetrating me. I don’t think I can breathe, let alone remember what air is.
“You’re so tight, Sugar, but I think you can take us.” Wade expands his fingers, spreading them out inside of me. So much pressure building, but feeling so good, I’m not sure what words are, so all I can do is cry out, my voice breaking with pleasure.
When he slips his fingers out of me, his teeth sink into my ass cheek, not hard enough for a claiming mark. Just the promise of one. Not that any of them will do that tonight. They don’t want an omega, so they wouldn’t tie themselves to me, even if it were temporary.
Oz moves my leg off of his shoulder as both he and Wade stop touching me as if they were communicating silently. My legs barely hold me steady, and I sway with the bar above my head. The absence of their touch feels like pain, and I whimper.
My oncoming orgasm recedes, ebbing away like a dying storm. Ozwald finds his feet, giving the chain one last tug as he settles his mask back over his face. His lips and chin glisten with my juices, and I watch him, waiting for his next move. But he steps back, making room for Beckett. He looks larger than life, the size of a real live bear, and not just pretending to be one.
He has tattoos all over the top half of his chest with intricate designs I want to run my tongue over. I noticed them earlier, but in the light of the room, they are almost mesmerizing. His jeans ride low on his hips, and there’s a clear outline of his cock beneath the material. I don’t have to wait long before he flicks the button open and the zipper drops halfway on its own, revealing black boxer briefs.
He pushes the jeans down and then steps out of them, his feet bare. Vaguely, I wonder when he removed his shoes, but honestly, I’ve been a little preoccupied. His briefs leave nothing to the imagination, but I still suck in a breath when he shoves them down over his thick thigh muscles. His cock juts proudly out, a small bit of precum on the tip, and the widest girth I’ve ever seen other than on a dildo. His knot is just barely there, but I will assume at least triple the size when full.
My knees are jello as he steps into me. His length’s hot and hard against my stomach. “Are you ready, Sweetheart?”
I jerk my head forward in what I hope’s a nod of agreement, and he laughs. Tilting his head to the side, he wraps his fingers around my neck and uses his thumb to lift my chin.
“Words.”
My tongue darts over my lower lip as I suck it between my teeth. My heart races inside my chest, and all I can fucking focus on is his cock pressed between us. How deep is it going to go? It’s reaching my ribcage, bumping against the chain that connects the nipple clamps each time he breathes. I might die. But I’ll die happy.
“I’ve trained my whole life for this,” I quip.
The three of them laugh. I don’t have time to react to any of it because Beckett easily grips my thighs and lifts me up, bringing my legs around him. I sway from the bar, and he looks up at my bound hands.
“Oz, unlock her,” he says. Seconds later, my arms are released, and the sensation of blood flowing back into them is almost painful. He settles my still-bound wrists around his neck. “Better.”
I’m not sure if it’s a statement or a question, and I don’t have time to reply before two of them are working together and Beckett’s resting between my legs, much too long for his crown to be settled against me. Wade’s feathers brush my ass again, and Beckett inhales, and I can only assume Wade sucked his tip into his mouth. And I gush on his length, my slick flowing from me effortlessly.
When Beck pushes forward, his hot shaft spreads my folds, coating him in my arousal, and Wade’s nose bumps my ass, the mask tumbling to the floor with a noisy clatter, and it isn’t my imagination that he’s sucking his pack mate because he moans around him. Then he’s spreading my ass cheeks and lifting me slightly to settle Beck’s tip against my opening. Wade’s tongue runs over both of us as I spread around the crown.
Oz kisses my shoulder, gathering my attention as he circles the clamp with his finger. My nipple aches, or so I thought it did, until he unclamps it, and pain shoots through me, overwhelming in intensity, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth, adding to it at the same time Beckett thrusts into me, and Wade bites my ass cheek again. And it’s all it takes to send me over the edge willingly.
I fall and fall and fall. Pain and pleasure are one and the same. Where one ends, the other starts. Again and again. Oz circles us, kissing my other shoulder softly, the touch deceptive because I know the second he circles the clamp, the intensity of the pain from before will return.
But he only tugs on the chain. My freed nipple throbs as if it’s still attached to the device, and he reaches between us and tweaks the sore peak. Earning another whimper from me.
I squeeze around Beckett with each pinch, and he growls, dragging me down on him over and over again. His knot swells, and I can feel it bumping my entrance each time, coating himself in my slick.
“Oz, get ready,” he says tightly. Seconds later, he is thrusting fully into me at the same time Ozwald releases my other nipple and tweaks the other. I’m short-circuiting, my body completely confused as another orgasm takes me under. The pain is enough to make me come. “Such a good girl, taking my knot. I knew you could do it, Sweetheart. That’s it, squeeze me tight. Just like that. Oh fuck, exactly like that—” he grits out before I feel his hot seed exploding inside of me.