Loving Kit by L.M. Brown-He Isn’t Like Other Men And Their Passion Results In Unexpected Consequences #MMM #MPreg #ScifiRomance

Blurb

Logan McRae never expected to see two aliens when he woke from cryogenic sleep. He has lost his ship and his people and he questions whether he has lost his mind. As he gets to know Halor and Kit he realises he might just lose his heart as well.

Logan expected to wake on the spacecraft Mercury, ready to pilot the ship down to New Earth. Instead he comes out of cryogenic stasis to find he is on another ship with two alien beings, neither of whom can understand anything he says. Unfortunately, they are all the help he has if he wants to find his people and resume his journey.

Kit doesn’t know what sort of creature he has accidentally purchased, but it is definitely male and isn’t so very different from him and his lover, Halor. The language barrier might be a problem, but Kit knows the language of love doesn’t always need words.

Prince Halor of the Hawk Clan has always been reluctant to expand his nest beyond himself and Kit, but it is obvious from the start that his feline lover is attracted to their unexpected guest. Halor will do anything to give Kit the happiness he deserves, even invite another man into their bed.

Logan has no idea that Kit isn’t quite like other men until their passion results in unexpected consequences. Now he must choose between his mission and the two men who have given him everything he ever wanted, as well as things he never dreamed of.


Excerpt

"All right," Halor said once the upload had begun. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong, now that we're alone?"

Kit, curled up in Logan's recently vacated chair, shrugged. "There's nothing wrong."

"You are a truly dreadful liar. So, why don't we try that again?"

Kit gave him a huge and obviously fake grin. "There's nothing wrong," he repeated with an over-abundance of cheerfulness.

"Kit, don't lie to me." Halor turned his chair to face Kit directly. "You and Logan have been acting strangely ever since we took off. I don't know him well enough to demand answers, but I do know you. Something is bothering you and I want to know what."

Halor left his chair and knelt at the foot of Kit's seat. "Kit, baby, we've not had secrets from each other since our first night in the summerhouse. You made me a promise that night, Kit. You promised me honesty and I'm holding you to that promise today. Now, tell me what's wrong?"

Kit rubbed at his face and Halor realised he was wiping away tears. "Kit, whatever it is, you can tell me."

Halor stood and tugged Kit to his feet so he could take his place in the chair and pull Kit down onto his lap. "Talk to me, baby."

Kit sniffled. "Please don't be angry with me."

"Never."

"Promise me."

Halor stroked Kit's fur and looked him right in the eyes. "I promise."

Kit buried his face in Halor's neck and gave a soft mewling sob. "I had sex with Logan."

Halor didn't need to ask for clarification as to what Kit meant by that. Halor had watched Kit take Logan, claiming him in the feline manner. If Kit was upset now, it could mean only one thing.

"Oh."

"You promised not to be angry," Kit whispered.

"I'm not," Halor said, and he wasn't. "But why did you feel you couldn't tell me?"

Kit's answer was barely audible with his face still buried in Halor's neck.

"What was that?" Halor asked.

"You were supposed to be my first," Kit said. "It's the one thing we've never done, and you've been so patient with me, so understanding. Now I've ruined it."

"No, Kit, you haven't ruined anything."

"But what if…?"

Halor shushed him with a finger over his lips. "If you are, we'll deal with it."

Kit sniffled again. "I don't even remember it."

"Logan's cream?"

"Yes, what else? I drank so much that I don't even remember my first time."

"There'll be other times," Halor said. "So, now I know what the matter is with you, do you want to fill me in on why Logan is distancing himself from us?"

"That's my fault, too," Kit admitted quietly. "I asked him not to tell you what we'd done. I made him promise, but he's like you. He doesn't believe there should be secrets between lovers."

"He's right."

"I know, but I was scared."

"Oh, Kit, have I ever given you any reason to be frightened of me?"

Kit shook his head.

"Then why couldn't you talk to me about this?"

"I know you wanted to be my first in all things. I've made you wait all this time and for what? So another man could take your place."

"Logan hasn't taken my place," Halor said.

"But we—"

Halor kissed Kit to halt his words.

"Logan is part of our nest—a permanent member, I hope. Sooner or later, one of us was always going to be your first, and from the moment we took him into our bed, the possibility was there that it would be him rather than me. Logan being with us means things are likely to change. There are matters we must talk about, all three of us. I had intended for us to wait until Logan had made his decision, but I see now that was wrong. As soon as Logan has finished what he needs to do on board the ship, we're going to have those talks, and one of the discussions will be about you and why you don't allow men to penetrate you."

"Too late now," Kit muttered.

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Amazon – http://mybook.to/LovingKit 

Barnes & Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/loving-kit-lm-brown/1127890333?ean=2940158756801 

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Bio

L.M. Brown is an English writer of gay romances. She believes that there is nothing hotter or sweeter than two men in love with each other…unless it is three.

When L.M. Brown isn't bribing her fur babies for control of the laptop, she can usually be found with her nose in a book.

She loves hearing from readers and can be contacted via her website or by email.

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Collaring Colleen by Cara Covington and Morgan Ashbury-They Want To Love, Protect And Train Their New Submissive #RomanceNovel #BDSM #MFM

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Contemporary Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romantic Suspense, M/F/M, HEA]

Dr. Colleen Duncan is certain someone at the Lyon’s Den knows where her sister is. Instead of Mercy, what she finds at the private BDSM club are two P.I. Doms willing to trade lessons in submission for their efforts to find her sister.

Daniel Welsh and Rob Conrad know a sub when they meet one, and that look is all over Colleen. A gifted trauma surgeon, the woman is clearly frightened out of her wits at the disappearance of her younger sister, Mercy.

As the men help Colleen reveal her inner submissive, they also bring more than their own expertise to the case. They enlist the aid of two other Doms with investigative backgrounds who met, and were very drawn to, Mercy.

It doesn’t take them long to learn something substantial...and worrying. Someone else is looking for Mercy, too, and that can’t be good. There’s no time to waste. The clock is ticking.

Note: This book contains double penetration.

A Siren Erotic Romance

STORY EXCERPT 

“Dr. Colleen Duncan, I’d like you to meet Daniel Welsh and Rob Conrad. Gentlemen, Dr. Duncan is a trauma surgeon at Houston General. She also has a very pressing problem. Her younger sister, Mercy, has been missing for a week.”

It was all Colleen could do to keep her expression professional. Something about the two men who’d just come into the lounge affected her, and for a moment she felt like she’d taken a ride on the scariest roller coaster ever. The darker haired man, Daniel, appeared big and buff and she wouldn’t be surprised to discover he ate nails for breakfast. His eyes were a deep chocolate brown, and his face a mask of polite interest that gave nothing away. He’s wearing the same kind of public face I often do. She wondered if that mask, on his part, was motivated for the same reason as her own, but she doubted it. Any sign of emotion on the part of a woman who also happened to be a professional was often read as weakness. To be emotionally transparent, for a woman, was to risk male collogues not taking her seriously.

She doubted anyone failed to take this man anyway but dead serious all the time.

Rob, on the other hand, with his blond hair and very light blue eyes, had the look of a charmer. The sensation of both men’s naked palms against hers as they shook hands shocked her right down to her toes. Since when did she ever feel that kind of electric attraction to any man, let alone two? Before she could martial any words, Mr. Lyons continued speaking.

“Apparently the officers she’s been dealing with at the HPD think—based on no particular facts whatsoever—that Mercy Duncan is on some sort of a wild bender, and will turn up eventually.”

She heard real anger in Mr. Lyon’s words. She looked at him, and realized the emotions she’d sensed hadn’t been any annoyance with her, but his very real annoyance at the way she’d been treated by the HPD.

For the first time since she’d arrived at this club, Colleen allowed herself a small measure of hope.

“Has your sister ever done anything like that in the past?” Daniel Welsh watched her face as she registered his words. She didn’t mind the close scrutiny even if it did make her uncomfortable.

“No, never. We lost our parents when she was ten and I was twenty-five. She knows I’d worry. Mercy has never gone more than a day between contacting either me or our housekeeper, Ellie.”

“The HPD are idiots.” Daniel turned to the owner of the Lyon’s Den. “Chris, did you call Detective Carter?”

Mr. Lyons nodded. “Yes. He’s who’s on his way. I was about to explain to Dr. Duncan that Chance Carter doesn’t work missing persons, but he should be able to light a fire under the asses of those who do.”

“Good.” Daniel turned his attention back to her. “Sit down, Colleen. You’re too stressed. You need to relax.”

She’d felt only slightly compelled to sit down when she’d first accompanied Mr. Lyons into this room and he’d invited her to do so. But that mild sensation wasn’t anything compared to the urge washing through her now. She told herself that it was just that she simply couldn’t keep up the tough act she usually generated any longer. She really didn’t just give in to the need to obey Daniel Welsh. Her sitting was simply a matter of timing.

Colleen gave a slight nod, and turned toward the furniture set about. A comfortable looking love seat beckoned, and she sat at one end of it. None of the three men in the room seemed surprised by her capitulation. She took a moment to surreptitiously look at them as they remained standing. Those nuances must be in my head. Here I am in a BDSM club and my mind is playing tricks on me. Sometimes sitting down was just sitting down. She’d be better off to focus on reality.

Daniel sat down beside her, not on the love seat, but in the arm chair to her left. “Can you tell me why it is you thought your sister was being kept here?”

When he phrased it just that way, her reasons for coming here sounded odd. “I’m sorry, I suppose I was acting…desperate. I’m grasping at straws at the moment. But this was one of the last places I know Mercy had gone, and it was someplace she’d never been before.”

“So, her coming here was out of character for her?”

Colleen shook her head. “No. My sister is the most curious person I know. It’s totally in keeping with her personality to satisfy that curiosity.”

“I’ve checked our membership records,” Mr. Lyons said. He sat down across from her on an ottoman. Rob took the open seat beside her, but sat facing her. She didn’t feel crowded. I don’t feel cocooned, either. That’s my imagination again.

“We have no member named Mercy Duncan.” Mr. Lyons said. “You mentioned your sister was a reporter. Would she have been working undercover? Was she, perhaps, writing a story about my club?”

That thought had never occurred to Colleen. The question was easy enough, though, for her to answer, because she’d seen journalistic zeal in her sister, and what Mercy had displayed as she’d talked about coming here to this club had not been that.

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ADULT EXCERPT 

Daniel used his mouth to claim her pussy as commandingly as he’d claimed her mouth. The cry he tore from her overflowed with need, a need she’d barely acknowledged her entire life but that now threatened to undo her completely. She felt the roughness of his tongue as he lapped at her pussy, as he used it to gather her juice. The brush of it against her clit shot her hips off the bed, or would have, had she not been held down with such strength.

Rob bent over her and ran his tongue over her left nipple. Then he closed his lips over it, gave it a small nip, and sucked her deep into his mouth.

Daniel stopped his oral stimulation. “Don’t come, pet.”

Colleen whimpered. She couldn’t have heard right! Rob’s laughter vibrating against the wet flesh of her nipple told her she had, indeed.

“You may only come when we say so. Let’s see how high you can reach, first.” Rob returned to her nipple while Daniel took long, slow licks of her pussy.

Heat and arousal shivered through her, a titanic force she doubted she could ever control. Her only recourse was to try and distract her mind. Don’t think about how badly you want to come. Think about something else. Colleen closed her eyes and focused on dissecting the human heart, beginning on the right side. Brachiocephalic artery, superior vena cava, right pulmonary artery, right pulmonary veins…her thoughts shattered as horniness bubbled through her like liquid lava, destroying the ability of her mind to focus, to think. Fingers traced the opening of her pussy then gently penetrated her body. Daniel’s fingers…. Again, her thoughts sizzled away, an electrical circuit blown as more pulsing, surging thrills shot from nipples to clit to whatever it was inside her Daniel began to stroke. She bore down, as if she could by pure will stop the erotic swell of Eros’ magic. It grew and grew, and Colleen whimpered, not even realizing she was begging until her words rose in volume.

“Oh, please, please, please, please, please……”

“Come for us, baby.”

Thank God. Those two words were a mere shadow of a thought, overwhelmed by the eruption of her climax, a volcanic explosion so fierce, so wild, she screamed. Heart pounding, pussy pulsing, breath heaving, she didn’t for one moment know if she was having a heart attack along with the best orgasm, ever.

Pleasure so profound filled her. Wave after wave of the most extraordinary thrills lifted her, changed her, so that she didn’t know anything, except a sudden and keen craving for more.

Aftershocks washed through her as she returned to earth. Rob eased back from her, and then Daniel moved up her body, a predator about to claim his prey, moving on hands and knees, his gaze fixed on hers.

She felt the brush of his condom-covered cock against her drenched folds, and could smell the perfume of her climax on his glistening face.

Then he moved, pressing into her, his thrusts short and gentle, but relentless. She hadn’t realized how large his cock was, but welcomed the sting, a sting that seemed to reignite her arousal. Then, finally, she held all of him in the cradle of her body. Colleen had never felt so full, had never loved the feeling of having a man’s cock inside her. She loved this feeling, a lot.

“Wrap yourself around me, give me your mouth, and hold on.”

She didn’t think, she simply obeyed. The flavor of them both in that kiss, darkly carnal, fueled her arousal. His tongue plundered her mouth as completely as his cock plundered her pussy, and Colleen surrendered to the moment, and to the man. Daniel thrust into her, hard and fast and deep and she wanted more and more and more.

The orgasm came suddenly, a full, heaving, throbbing erotic thrill that took her apart down to her last cell, then threw her back together again. On her, in her, Daniel stiffened, then groaned. She felt the pulsing of his cock inside her body, reveled in the heat filling the condom, and cherished the press of his cum filled condom on the edge of her cervix. For a heartbeat she wondered what it would be like if he’d been naked within her. Then the question passed as he allowed himself to rest on her. She held him, this her lover, and she felt new, changed, sated.

He raised himself on his arms, removing most of his weight, but not his presence. His gaze met hers, and the sense he could read her thoughts, though not logical, was real.

“Tell me, pet.”

“It was more than I knew there could be, Sir.” The title tumbled from her lips without thought.

His smile, slow and very smug, somehow tickled her inner woman. She might be destroyed, thanks to him. But he was sated and smug, and that had been all her doing.

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Buy Link

Bookstrand- http://www.bookstrand.com/book/collaring-colleen

Imprint by Natalie Acres-They Are #Dominant #Wolves Who Finally Found Their #Submissive Mate #RomanceNovel #SpankingRomance #Cowboys

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Western Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, werewolves, spanking, wax play, sex toys, HEA]

Blurb

Two pack masters discover an unyielding love in one woman by altering customs and forming new traditions destined to change the Wyoming Territory forever. Imprinting upon and sharing a lover, the Alphas realize their packs must join together, but they will face great opposition when their chosen mate is confronted with a wrenching decision.

Pack masters Frank Smith and Jock Corrigan aren’t enemies, but they aren’t exactly friends. Still, their similar fates have been altered by an unusual union they cannot deny. Their relationship with Carla Cassidy forces several wolves to make their independent choices. One will stand with the newly formed pack, but another will fall victim to his own selfish needs and motives. A group of new shifters will emerge and change the course of history, but not before the expanding pack’s goals are tested and tried.

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Note: This book contains double vaginal penetration.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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STORY EXCERPT

“What are you doing here?” Carla asked, propping her tiny clenched fists on her hips.

“Far be it for you to show a little appreciation,” Jock said, studying the spitfire of a woman before them. Wearing a light blue prairie dress, Carla apparently hadn’t stopped to check out the torn fabric and soiled material.

“You were attacked by a pack of wolves. I arrived in time to run them off.” Jock stood a tad taller with his announcement. Most women appreciated heroic efforts.

She paled then as he spoke. She looked down at the evidence of a ruined dress and her hands twitched.

“How did this happen?” Carla asked, suggesting her memory had failed her.

“You must’ve had a nasty bump on the head if you don’t remember,” Grant told her.

She held the heel of her hand to her forehead. “Everything is a bit foggy.”

“Well, don’t you fret none, Carla. We took care of ya.” Grant shot Jock a quick glance. “Yep, siree. Me and Jock here handled everything.”

Jock was beginning to think whenever there was a “yep, siree,” added to Grant’s speech it was nothing more than a bald-faced tale.

“Do you remember going to the barn?” Jock asked.

Carla took a minute before she answered. As if she suddenly recalled something of interest, her cheeks turned pink and she said, “I may have already been in the barn.”

Grant shot her a wink and a lopsided nod. “That was my best estimation, too.”

“Dear God,” Jock grumbled, beginning to believe Grant must’ve considered himself the most intelligent man in the West.

“Here’s how I figure things went down. Those wolves heard a lot of activity, maybe even some squealin’ and carryin’ on comin’ from the barn…” He paused and arched a brow. “How am I doin’ so far?”

Carla stared at him with this perplexed look which made Jock wonder all the more. Had Grant really watched Carla in action with these wicked props he’d mentioned?

“That’s all right, sweetness. Don’t worry ’bout a reply. I can make heads and tails out of this. Anyhow, you were in the barn doin’ whatever it is that you do out there—in the loft—and well, what I came up with after a-prowlin’ around is that you were makin’ a little too much noise.” He stood taller and his lips spread into a mischievous smile. Leaning against Jock, he added a whisper, “How’d I do? Did ya like that?”

Jock studied the pretty lady. “Carla? How close was Grant’s guess?”

“What sort of squealing?” Carla arched a brow and watched them through suspicious eyes.

Grant shrugged. “That voice of yours is as fine as cream gravy when you go to hollerin’ and such.”

“Grant,” Jock muttered, giving his buddy a one-word warning he would inevitably ignore.

Copping a strut, Grant approached the porch, working what little swagger he possessed. “Come on, Carla. You know what I mean. You can’t kick up a row and expect no one to hear ya. I ain’t been a man for all these years for nothin’. I can spot an experienced woman.” He cupped his ear, slung his arm off to the left, and quickly added, “And I can hear one from way over yonder.”

Before Jock had a chance to smooth things over, a disgusted gasp fell from Carla’s mouth. “Well I’ve never in my life.”

“Me neither,” Grant admitted. “But after what I’ve witnessed, I’d be the first man to say you are a soiled dove to the manner born. And I’d be the first to mention yer geared up to teach even an experienced fella a thing or two.”

Carla’s eyes filled with tears. Before Jock saw the slap coming, she opened her hand and her palm connected with Grant’s cheek.

“I don’t know who you think you are, Grant Ford, but if you’re trying to make a mash on me, I can promise you, I’m not impressed!”Grant stared back at her with wide eyes. “Surely to God you ain’t offended.”

“I am indeed!”

And of course after that, Miss Carla Cassidy did what Jock suspected she might. She walked inside, slammed the door in their faces, and never so much as bothered to say good-bye.

“Happy now?” Jock asked, without blinking an eye.

“I like ’em a little hot under the collar. Trust me, friend. I know what I’m doin’. Let’s go for a run. When we get back, she’ll be fit to be tied—and I mean that in the literal sense.”

Jock couldn’t help but think about Grant’s earlier words. One of these days, Carla would open the door and greet her husband. Considering what had transpired, Jock had a feeling she’d slam that door just as quickly if she thought her potential suitor was named Grant Ford.
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ADULT EXCERPT

She should’ve been played out, but by the time they freed her wrists, she was anything but a sated woman. She wondered if the imprinting had anything to do with her overactive sex drive. Her need to have relations with both mates at the same time had increased by the minute.

Was this normal? Should she have these desires? And what sort of laws would they break if they consummated their new relationship all at the same time?

Surely there were decrees in place to prohibit this sort of lewd conduct.

As her men undressed and stood before her, she reached a decision then. She didn’t care if she were fined or arrested. She’d spend her time or pay her dues.

One thing she would not and could not do was ignore the opportunity before her. What woman would?

Jock stretched out beside her. His hand propelled up and down her stomach before his palm rested between her breasts. Propping his head against his closed fist, he looked down on her with the most interesting expression.

It was as if his eyes led her into an abyss of perfect understanding. Through him, she saw a brighter future full of adventure and excitement. Lowering his lips to hers, he caressed her mouth with a giving kiss, leaving her to feel as if she’d luxuriated in the most ultimate pampering of her life.

Stimulated beyond recourse, there was only one way to sate the longing, only one way to ease the internal fire that had begun to rage out of control. She needed them to love her. She needed them to show her she was their woman, their equally shared lover, and their one and only mate.

She shuddered as Frank knelt beside her. His fingers walked across her breasts, teasing her nipples, playing with the tender areas that had been previously waxed, completely coated in paraffin.

Kissing his way across her chest, Frank dipped his fingers inside her pussy, leisurely twirling them right inside her folds. At the same time, Jock kissed a path to her ear, nicking at the soft texture of her lobe before releasing a heavy breath into the heart of her ear.

Their attentive touches turned her into an aggressive woman, a woman who could not wait, a lover who wouldn’t be happy until she experienced the most intimate claiming.

“Please help me,” she whispered.

“How can we help you?” Jock asked, placing gentle pecks upon her lips.

“Love me,” she pleaded. “Just love me.”

As if she’d uttered the only words they’d needed to hear, they rose over her together. Jock was at her left. Frank took his position at the right.

Reaching for their cocks, she massaged their lengths. Pulling and tugging their long, erect shapes, she watched their eyes fill with lust as their engorged penises swelled in her hands.

Thoughts of forbidden passion crept into her mind. Frank and Jock looked at one another as if they had been delving in her head, spending too much time trying to read her mind.

“It’s not forbidden,” Jock assured her, leaning forward and smothering her lips with another mind-blowing kiss.

As their tongues twirled, Jock took the lead. Lowering his penis to her opening, he dragged the tip through her folds in a deliberate attempt to tease her.

Frank’s heavily hooded eyes outlined the darkness. She sensed his wild nature and carnal desires.

Her chest rose and fell as she anticipated the first penetration. Widening her hips, she took a deep breath and said, “I’m ready.”

The men didn’t share a glance or discuss her claiming. Instead, Jock gripped Frank’s shoulder for balance and they dipped their hips, entering her with one hard dual thrust.

“Easy,” Jock bit out, his face twisting as they stroked her.

“Maybe I’m too tight,” she whined, trying to adjust to their weight as thick wedges of male flesh pushed inside her, filling her.

“That’s it, sweet woman,” Frank crooned, his face flushed as he shimmied his hips.

Forced to emulate Frank’s pace, Jock’s cock bore into her as well, pulsing inside her with even beats. They each compromised at the appropriate moments, adjusting the speed in which they took her or the depth in which they claimed her, but each time they entered her was more enjoyable than the last.

Their loving turned ravenous within a matter of seconds. Her pussy liquefied as she clenched around their hardness. Her body quivered with every mind-blowing thrust.

“Oh my,” she crooned, her head tossing and turning. “So good.”

Uttering more than one or two words was a chore as the men thrummed inside her, staking their claim and making her their own. And as they came together, chanting their pleasures and screaming her name, Carla was completely transformed.

Shuddering as her release washed over her, she cried out their names, too. Her pussy stretched to accommodate them, wrapping around them as if to hold them in place not just for the moment but for as long as they would let her keep them close, deeply buried inside her.

She climbed to new heights then, and reached another earth-moving climax. Her orgasm rocked through her and she not only imagined their lives together, but she saw clips of the forthcoming days.

It was then when she realized she had just enjoyed the first of many intimate dances with her wolves.

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Buy Links-

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Imprints-Dominant-Wolves-Submissive-Publishing-ebook/dp/B00CIVXVQE

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/imprints

The Alpha's Claim Their Mate by Marla Monroe-They Stumbled Into Her Life And Now They Are Hooked #RomanceNovel #Shifters #Menage

[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Contemporary Menage a Trois Paranormal Romance, shape-shifter, vampires, werewolves, M/F/M, HEA]

Blurb

Kay is serving a sentence as a madam looking for a way out. Shade and Cain are wolfen who see her as their mate. How can she trust them when they are keeping something from her, and what is the use in trying when she’s tied to her job until she’s paid her father’s debt?

Cain and Shade see only their mate and don’t care what she’s doing for a living. They risk everything to get her to trust them to handle her problem. The fact that they are shifters in a world that doesn’t know about them makes their revelation dangerous but worth the risk to have her as their mate.

Can Kay trust them? They’ve agreed to help her take care of her ladies, and say that they can get her out of the mess she’s in, but they're wolfen. Creatures that can shift into wolves at will. Which is better: being eaten by the wolfen or working as a madam for a mob boss?

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Note: This book contains double penetration and forced seduction.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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STORY EXCERPT 

“What did he do, hon? Tell me what I can do to help you,” she said.

Jeanie stared down at the floor when she spoke. “I—I think I’m going crazy.” She looked up again. “H—he started changing or something. His eyes t—turned yellow and his hands got hairy with long c—claws.”

“Oh, Jeanie. Did he drug you? Did you drink anything while you were with him?” Kay asked, smoothing down the frightened woman’s hair.

“No. I never drink or eat when I’m with a client. Not unless it’s one of my regulars. I’ve never seen this one before.” Jeanie looked up at Kay. “Am I crazy?”

“No. You’re not crazy. I’m going to have you taken to the hospital to get the cuts on you checked out. The one on your foot must be pretty deep. It’s bled through the towel they wrapped around it.” Kay stood up and kissed the top of Jeanie’s head. “Don’t say anything to anyone about what you saw, hon. They’ll automatically think you’ve been drugging it up. Especially considering where you work. I don’t want them harassing you.”

“D—don’t worry. I don’t want to end up in the psych ward.” She looked up at Kay again. “You won’t let him come back, will you?”

“No, Jeanie. He’s not allowed in here again. I’m going to send one of the security team with you and find one of the other ladies to go with you. If you’re not back by the time I get things cleaned up here, I’ll come see about you. Okay?” Kay prayed the woman’s injuries weren’t serious enough she would need to stay overnight. She was safer there at the club. Kay didn’t want her to go home yet either.

“I need to see the owner or the manager immediately,” a deep voice was saying when she walked out into the hall again.

“Sir. I’ll get the manager, but could you please remain up here? Please, sir.” Mike sounded really spooked. That didn’t bode well.

Kay hurried to the front to find Mike standing in front of two amazingly handsome men who were even larger than the biggest men on her security team. One had shaggy black hair that hung loosely just grazing his shoulders. His dark eyes followed her as she walked toward them. The other one had thick bright, fiery red hair that curled in spirals just a few inches longer than the first guy’s. His light blue eyes could easily be described as icy cold except for the spark of fire that flickered there.

She realized she’d been staring at them for a few seconds when it registered that Mike had his head bowed and looked defeated. Who were they? What power did they wield that would cow her best security man? She narrowed her eyes. Something wasn’t right. Even as she thought this, Kay could feel the heat and weight of their stares. Places in her body she’d never allowed free began to burn as well. Why were they having this effect on her? She didn’t react to men’s stares or their attentions.

“What can I do for you gentlemen? I’m afraid we are closed for the rest of the evening,” she told them. “I’d offer you a drink, but the bar is closed as well. Maybe you’d like to return tomorrow night?”

“We are here to see the manager and pick up our employee. I understand he’s made something of a nuisance of himself,” the redheaded Adonis said.

“I’m Kay McKennie, the manager of Creature Comforts. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr.…?” She held out one hand and waited for one of the two men to clasp it.

Finally, the one who’d spoken smiled and took her hand. Instead of shaking it though, he bent over and, after taking a quick sniff at her wrist, hesitated before turning it over and kissing the back of her hand.

“My name is Cain, and this is my business partner, Shade. It is indeed a pleasure to meet you, Kay McKennie.”

Shade, the dark one, stared hard at her before holding out his hand as well. She wasn’t expecting the same treatment as his partner, but Shade followed the same process of first sniffing at her wrist then turning her hand over and kissing the back of it. Both men stepped back, but with them, it didn’t look like a retreat, more like a preparation for a fight.

“It’s good to meet you both. If you will give me just a second to take care of something, I’ll be glad to discuss your employee’s little indiscretion.” Kay took Mike’s elbow and led him a few feet away to whisper what she wanted him to do with Jeanie and who she wanted to accompany the traumatized woman.

Once she’d accomplished that, Kay watched Mike step away with one hand to his ear as he talked to one of his men to give him instructions. Kay ignored the rest of what was going on and returned to the two men waiting somewhat impatiently where she’d left them.

“Okay. Let’s go to my office where we can talk,” she began.

“There’s no need to talk. We’re just here to pick Timothy up,” Shade told her.

His raspy voice thrilled down her spine and centered at her clit where she moistened to the point she was sure she’d need new panties. Even as she grew wet, her clit began to throb. What in the hell was up with that? A man couldn’t just look at her or say something innocent that made her panties wet. She shook her head slightly.

“What?” Kay couldn’t remember what they’d been saying.

Shade said, “We just want to take Timothy off your hands. Then we’ll leave.”

I don’t want them to leave.

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ADULT EXCERPT 

This time when she ended up on the massive bed, Kay wasn’t out of her head with the mating heat. But the second the two men crawled up from the foot of the bed to lie next to her, she began to heat up all over again. They were gorgeous. She ran her hands over their hips, stroking her fingers down their muscular thighs before reaching between their legs to wrap her fingers around their hard, thick cocks.

“Fuck, that feels good, Kay. Squeeze me tighter,” Shade demanded.

“Yeah, just like that.” Cain hissed out.

She pumped their shafts with long strokes, making sure to run the palm of her hand over the flared cockheads before tightening her grip to squeeze down again. It felt like holding a hard piece of steel covered in a velvet glove.

“Hell, stop, Kay. That feels too fucking good. I need to be inside of you. Will you let us in?” Shade asked.

“Yes.” She didn’t have to think for one second. She wanted them.

Both men moved too fast for her to see, covering her with their bodies while they each claimed a nipple with their hot mouths. All Kay could do was moan and take the pleasure they were giving her. Someone had a finger exploring her pussy. The tip tapped her clit then circled it before sliding down toward her slit.

The combined sensations of breast and pussy had her cunt clenching while she dripped with arousal. Foreplay had never been like this before. Her entire body was on fire and felt connected to her clit and nipples. Every cell vibrated with the need to be filled.

“Please! Don’t tease me. I need you.” She didn’t know who she was talking to, but as long as one of them answered by giving her some kind of relief, Kay didn’t care.

Cain growled with his teeth rasping over her breast. The vibrations tickled until he bit down a little harder, then they aroused. When he released her breast, Kay nearly sighed at the loss of his touch. It wasn’t long until he’d latched on to something a little lower, her clit.

“Yes! Oh, God, Cain. So good!” She was pretty sure she’d screamed when he first sucked it into his mouth and rested his pointy teeth on the little nub.

“Easy, Kay. We don’t want to hurt you, princess. We’ve got to make you ready for us,” Shade said.

The next thing she knew, Kay was turned to her belly with Cain still under her, giving her clit and pussy a thorough exploration. She felt odd laying there with her ass in the air while Cain sucked on her juices. Then her mind seized as Shade rubbed a greasy finger over her back entrance.

“Easy, Kay.” He pressed inward then out again. More of the lube dripped onto her ass. “I’m going to loosen your ass some so we don’t hurt you.”

Shade massaged the lube into her little hole then slowly pressed his finger into her until he was finally able to move the digit in and out of her ass. She relaxed when she realized there was no pain with the intrusion. More lube and a second finger joined the first. The burning started as he stretched her even more.

“Are you okay, Kay?” Cain asked, making her realize that the other man had stopped tormenting her pussy.

“It burns, but it’s okay,” she told him.

“I’ll help take your mind off of the discomfort then,” he said with a soft chuckle.

The next thing she knew, Cain was sucking on her clit with one finger stroking her pussy while Shade pumped two fingers in and out of her ass. The dual sensations had her ears ringing as she struggled to keep from hyperventilating.

“Oh, God! I’m so close. How can I come just from this?” Kay gasped as they both twisted their fingers inside of her.

“Take it, darling. Fly for us,” Shade told her.

The next thing she knew, Kay was doing just that. Her body seemed to explode from the inside out as waves of pleasure and something so close to pain she wasn’t sure what it was rolled over her. It seemed to go on and on as she floated on thin air.

The next thing she knew, Cain had turned around beneath her and had her straddling his hips while he lay on his back. His big hands held her in place until she managed to pull off of him and take his thick dick deep into her pussy. She was so wet from her orgasm and his earlier attentions that she slid right down over his shaft, taking all of him inside of her.

“Holy hell!” Cain gasped with a growly edge to his voice. “She’s hotter than a gas fire. It feels like she’s scorching my dick, Shade.”

“Hold her down while I finish getting her ready. I can’t wait to feel her ass around mine,” Shade told him.

“Hurry, Shade. Please. I need you!” Kay demanded.

Kay had an itch inside of her that just wouldn’t go away. She squirmed on top of Cain in hopes of finding it with his huge cock, but no such luck. Maybe when Shade worked his shaft inside her ass, he’d find it. One way or the other, someone had to find it or she was going to die with need.

Pressure at her anus let her know that Shade was finally working his dick at her back door. She expected it to be bigger than his fingers were, but hadn’t been prepared for just how much bigger his prick really was.

“Ohh,” she moaned before she could stop it from coming out.

Shade froze. “Kay? Are you okay? Do I need to stop?” he asked.

“No. Just give me a second.” She prayed she could relax again, so it wouldn’t be so painful. She really wanted this. Maybe she should ask him for more lube.

Almost the instant she thought it, several drops of cold lube plopped down near her back hole. Shade rubbed it in then began pressing forward with his shaft once more. This time, it slipped through the resistant ring a little easier then pushed past the second ring of muscle to finally fill her ass to capacity.

“Yes!” she hissed out.

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I shouldn’t be watching, but I can’t look away.

It’s been years since I’ve seen Ford “Saint” Templar or Boyce Denali in person—although the gorgeous men have haunted too many of my fantasies to count. But now they’re here, right on my screen. Together. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

And I want in.

Noble House is the kingdom of geek kink, where the thrill comes from knowing that someone is always watching. All I have to do is be brave enough to turn off the screen, walk through the door and ask Saint and Boyce to take me back.

We used to be so good together, but we’re different people now. Will Saint’s commands still bring me to my knees with desire? Will the anticipation of Boyce’s touch still drive me wild? Will I be able to survive the pleasure of having them both?

It’s time to stop watching. I need this. I need them. And just maybe, they need me, too.

*****

Excerpt

Darkness surrounded Grae. In her life. In her mind. And even in her office as she leaned back in her overstuffed, overpriced chair and yawned. The creature comforts weren’t enough to keep her interested in the image flickering on her computer screen. Not that well-chiseled abs didn’t do it for her. They totally did. But considering the fact she’d been the one to draw, define, and enhance each one of those tongue-licking indentions, the final product had lost its appeal hours ago.

As long as the female audience members went wild, she would keep plodding along. Not to mention, if she didn’t deliver, she wouldn’t be paid her hard-earned check. As tempting as it was to continue, she desperately needed a break.

A quick glance at her trusty desktop clock showed she hadn’t stopped for over thirty-six hours. Since she was on a deadline, her director’s schedule won out over sleep and basic hygiene. Especially because she was under contract. If she wanted another shot at working with this director, she needed to have this guy’s abs painted on and swoon-worthy in the next three hours.

One hell of a reward awaited her after she completed her work, too.

As she made her way to the kitchen to refill her carafe, she tapped the reminder postcard that arrived two days ago against her chin. Fresh coffee would get her through. At least it had to. She’d worked under tighter deadlines, and on less sleep, than this project.

Thirty-six hours with no sleep was kid’s stuff.

Her reward, however, was not child appropriate.

No way. No how.

Kochran Duke was throwing one of his famous parties tonight. The events, where participation was allowed by members both at the club and online, were not low-key and always the highlight of the month. It also meant there was a distinct possibility Saint and Boyce would attend. They never missed a party at the converted armory. No telling what they’d be doing, though.

It was always a surprise when it came to those two.

She shoved a fresh filter into the brew basket, dumped in beans and water, and realized she didn’t care. They could sit and read nursery rhymes to one another, and she’d still get off. Wasn’t as though she’d joined Kochran’s exclusive website only to watch the pretty boys play with their toys.

Okay, well, it wasn’t the only reason.

There was a touch of practicality to why she chose to spend her night watching porn.

And it had nothing to do with satisfying her voyeuristic tendencies.

Her former Master recommended the online dungeon when it became obvious she had all the desire and drive to submit, but none of the time. Noble House offered several levels of membership depending on participation or observation. The fees were steep, but it was a small price to pay for satisfying a guilty indulgence from the privacy of her home office.

Once she’d discovered two of her closest friends from college were Dominants at Noble House, her interest in the private club increased tenfold. Thanks to alumni updates from the university, she’d known they’d continued to date after they graduated. Even knew where they lived because of an article published six months ago in the yearly alumni newsletter about the building they’d saved from the wrecking ball and turned into an apartment complex. Knowing they were still together, and trying to change the world, warmed her heart.

And a few other strategic lady bits.

Someday she would visit Noble House. Though the idea of taking a vacation long enough to visit Northern California sounded absurd. With the constant trail of work following her wherever she went, taking a break was unheard of. Visiting friends she hadn’t seen in more than a decade was even more ludicrous. As was confessing she’d seen every one of their broadcasted scenes since she’d become a member.

And hunted through the archives.

Several times over.

The coffeepot chimed. She dumped the contents into the carafe, then grabbed the French vanilla creamer. As she made her way back to her spacious office, her eyes slowly adjusted to the permanent darkness she’d created thanks to heavy light-blocking blinds. Day or night, the lighting in the room never changed. When she’d decided to leave the guaranteed contract with the big-budget movie studio behind and become a freelancer, she’d invested in all the bells and whistles. No sense working from home without the proper equipment.

Six monitors wasn’t too much, right?

A quick check of the emails she’d been ignoring for the past few hours indicated the director was getting aggravated. Time to buckle down and turn out this masterpiece. Armed with a fresh cup of coffee, Grae leaned back to watch the fight sequence she’d been working on for the past week. She noted a few minor inconsistencies she could smooth over while she waited to see if she had approval. No need to waste her time if the director wanted to ditch the segment.

Task completed, she zipped the file, then dropped it onto her secure server. An email containing the link to the director was next and meant her part was complete. She flipped a switch to change over to her personal computer tower and waited for it to boot. When it finally beeped in greeting, she directed the browser window to Noble House’s main site. A few keystrokes, and the splash page for tonight’s event flashed onto the huge screen she’d mounted on the wall.

Two very familiar faces stared back at her.

Boyce Denali, the one on the left, wore heavy-duty leathers. Too bulky for working inside the club. These were the kind used for protection should he take a spill. Though she doubted he would ever be so careless. Boyce was the kind of man the pavement moved for. Dark blond, piercing blues, muscles to die for, and a chiseled bone structure even the most formidable Viking would find intimidating.

Ford Templar, on the other hand, was all dark and mysterious. Nicknamed Saint at the club, Ford was broody. Sulky. Dark hair. Olive skin. Lean muscles. The dark to Boyce’s light. Except his eyes. Those eyes. Eerily colored, they reminded her of glass Coke bottles. Rumor had it his gaze could pierce right through to someone’s soul. While Boyce held a commanding air that demanded to be heard, Saint wore his power subtly but was still all dominant authority.

Seemingly connected at the hip, the two men scened together every week. Much to her delight. Grae didn’t think she’d ever seen them work with a submissive alone. Not that the choice to only carry out ménage scenes affected their standing at the club. Not in the least. Every time they worked together, their scenes had been nothing short of spectacular.

“Let’s see what you’re up to tonight, boys.”

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Bound To Them by Peyton Brittany Clarke-He's A Dangerous Sub Who Loves To Submit To His Dom #BDSM #Cowboy #Menage #RomanceNovel

[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Consensual Cowboy BDSM Menage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, HEA]

Jake Hargate is a man with a past. Born into a rich and powerful political family in Massachusetts, they were all raised to believe one thing: protect the family's interests at all costs. After leaving that life behind, Jake finds love and happiness married to Max Krause, a Dom, and Ally Renjel, a submissive. Being Max's submissive gives Jake the security he needs, and topping Ally gives him the control he craves.

But when a political scandal threatens to ruin Jake's brother, a prominent governor who hopes to move up the political ladder, Jake is drawn into a dark world of vengeance he swore he'd never enter again. Jake's family gives him a choice: help them or risk the life he cherishes with Max and Ally.

Deciding to do whatever it takes to protect Max and Ally, Jake is drawn into a world of darkness. Will Max and Ally be able to rescue him, or will Jake be lost forever?

Note: This book contains double vaginal penetration. 

A Siren Erotic Romance

STORY EXCERPT

Lear went to his favorite chair and sat down. He leaned back, crossed one leg over the other, and tapped his fingers on his thigh. If Baldwin’s marriage fell apart, his own life would go to crap. Not only would he be out of a very cushy, well paying job but he’d also lose access to the best pussy he’d had in a long time and the child it produced.

It was better for everyone to keep everything moving forward as planned. And in order to do that they had to make sure the public kept believing that Baldwin and Eleanor were happy and very much in love despite the rumors. Problem was Phoebe Jones was determined to get to the bottom of this affair thing and ferret out the truth.

“Phoebe may be snooping around, but she doesn’t know anything yet.”

“Tell that to my press secretary,” Baldwin said dryly. “She’s been fielding calls from that woman every day. And we’re both tired of it.”

I bet you are. It’s probably because it’s interrupting your fuck sessions.

“Really? I thought you liked having a reporter on your ass day and night.” Lear grinned savoring the little jab. His brother was a namby-pamby, he needed to have a little dirt shoved in his face on occasion.

As Baldwin’s senior adviser, aka crisis manager, it was his job to watch Baldwin’s back at all times. When there was trouble, he handled it. Why this escaped Baldwin’s brain now irked him.

“Fuck you too, Lear.”

“Whatever.” Lear checked his watch. He hoped he’d be able to get the airport early, so they could take off ahead of schedule. He reasoned it wouldn’t matter too much if he was late since he was using Baldwin’s private jet. “Are you done losing your mind? Because I have a job to do so back off and let me do it.”

He pulled the phone away from his ear while his brother yelled and ranted. He rolled his eyes as he waited for his brother’s caterwauling to end.

“Feel better?” Lear asked.

“For now, assuming you do your damn job,” Baldwin said. “How are you going to fix this?”

“Do you really want to know, or do you want to see the result?”

“Of course I want to know,” Baldwin snapped. “That’s why I’m talking to you.”

A smart politician would have said no, preferring to keep his hands clean, but not Baldwin. He was too controlling for his own good. In forty-two years, Baldwin had not changed one bit. He was still as high-handed as ever despite the everyman persona he showed to the public. His arrogant and dictatorial manner was legendary among his staffers and the servants that kept his house in tip top shape.

Lear knew Baldwin thought of him as just another lackey to do his bidding and not a partner in his bid for the White House. If there weren’t bigger things at stake, he would have dropped Baldwin a long time ago, leaving the asshole and his lofty political ambitions far behind.

“I’m going to use Dalcourt,” Lear said.

“What about him?” Baldwin asked.

“He’ll get that reporter and anyone else she’s alerted off of your back,” Lear said. “They’ll be too busy tearing apart his life to even think about you or your...friend.”

“Dalcourt is your big solution? I knew I should have went with Smith.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Lear asked.

“It means it’s a stupid idea. He’s not going to roll over and play dead for you,” Baldwin said.

“Yes he will,” Lear said. My talent is wasted working for him.

“Why?”

“Because he will. God, man you are infuriating. Father always said you had the brain of an ox.”

“I won’t say what he said about you. Mostly because it will piss you off too much and I still need your help.”

Lear sighed. “My God you are a pain in the ass.”

“Are you just going to give that reporter Dalcourt’s name and address and hope for the best?” His tone walked the line between bitterness and incredulity.

“No. A little birdie is going to tell her that I’m leaving town and that it has something to do with this affair thing. Naturally she’ll follow me, I’ll get her to meet me and then I’ll dangle our little brother in her face. The story will be so juicy she’ll have to bite.”

“Why don’t you do that here?” Baldwin asked.

“Dalcourt doesn’t live here. He lives in some dinky town in Wyoming called Wildsage. And I’m luring her to Wyoming to make sure she does her job and latches on to him, there. I can’t risk her getting distracted by you and your antics.”

“What if she refuses to bite and decides to return here?” Baldwin asked. The uncharacteristic fear in his voice was unnerving.

“She won’t. If you knew what I know about Dalcourt, you’d be drooling over this too,” Lear said.

“Finding dirt on Dalcourt is damn near impossible. He’s too shadowy,” Baldwin said. “You have got to tell me what you have on him.”

“I can’t. I’ve already said too much. The less you know about this the better it is for you and me.”

Baldwin laughed even louder. “You think that little pipsqueak scares me?”

“I didn’t say that. It’s my job to make sure your name stays out of these things and that’s what I’m doing.”

“Okay, okay.” Baldwin fell silent. “Once he finds out you that you’ve fucked him, he’s going to be pissed.”

“He won’t find out unless you tell him,” Lear said.

“I’m not going to tell him. But he will find out nevertheless. Doing that sort of thing was his job remember?”

“Okay so what if he does,” Lear said.

“You just need to be prepared.”

“I am because I know how to get him where he hurts,” Lear said.

“What if he manages to get that reporter off his trail?”

“He’ll have no choice but to do what I say if he knows what’s best for him,” Lear said.

“You’re a killer Lear, you know that don’t you.”

“That’s why you have me on your team,” Lear replied.

“Dalcourt’s our brother, why would you even think about doing that to him?” Baldwin asked.

We all have to make sacrifices for the family and it’s time he made his. “Don’t worry about it. I have to go or else I’ll miss my flight. I’ll talk to you later.”

Lear ended the call and glanced at his luggage beside the front door. He checked his watch. He had just enough time to get to the airport, to check in and head to the bar for a drink. He needed a few drinks before he dealt with his younger brother.

ADULT EXCERPT

Blindfolded Jake sat on his haunches. He felt a gentle brush of his Master’s finger across his chin.

“Relax Orchid,” Max said. “I can see the tension rising in your shoulders.”

“Yes, Master,” Jake replied with a sigh. He opened his thoughts to the messages his body was sending to his brain. The gentle sting of the rough rope entwined around his wrists as they lay nestled in the crevice of his upper back.

Jake inhaled deeply and centered his mind concentrating on the sensation of his body as he knelt on the floor. The plush, soft carpet enveloped his knees. It smelled of fresh flowers from the cleaner that their wife loved to use. He adjusted his position on the carpet, spreading his legs farther apart further increasing the tension on his legs. He groaned with pleasure, then flexed his chest and back muscles. Stimulated to the fullest, his mind threatened to overload.

“Orchid focus on my loving embrace,” Max said.

Jake sighed. “Yes Master.”

Stay in the present. Bondage had been the best thing Max had given him for handling his anxieties. Throughout their training, Max said the core of Jake’s anxiety was rooted in his tendency to stray away from the moment.

The rope around his torso tightened. Not enough to restrict his breathing but just enough to send waves of arousal to his dick. Instantly, all errant thoughts fled his mind.

“I love you Master,” he said.

“I love you too Orchid,” Max replied.

Jake tilted his head to one side. Master’s clean fresh scent wafted to his nose. Heat spread across his cheeks and his heart fluttered. He realized Max was inches away from. His hot breath dusted Jake’s cheek. It moved then he felt firm lips touch his. Jake opened his mouth, and Max’s tongue slid inside. Sweet and gentle, the kiss made his body tingle and his cock pulse. His hands, though bound elegantly behind his back with rope, tensed as he fought the urge to try to break free of his bonds and give his Master a passionate kiss.

He opened his eyes as Max pulled away. Jake mewled his protest. His cock was harder than before and he wanted more. He grimaced in order to maintain control.

“No,” Max said sharply.

A wave of adrenaline surged through his body. Jake allowed his head to fall back, as his eyes closed and his mouth opened. A calloused fingertip brushed lightly against his cheek.

“Enjoy my love,” Max said. His deep baritone voice melted Jake’s soul. “I’ll come back to you in a moment.”

Jake listened as Max expertly untied the ropes around Ally. She moaned softly as Max kneaded her skin. After a while, he heard her contented sigh.

“How do you feel?” Max asked.

“Good,” Ally said with a dulcet tone.

“Present yourself to me,” Max said.

Jake heard the gentle thud of Max’s feet as he walked to him.

“Orchid,” Max said.

“Yes Master?”

“Time to move on, come back to me,” Max said.

“Okay,” Jake replied.

Max removed the blindfold. Jake opened his eyes. The world around him seemed brighter. The colors more distinct. Max loosened the knots and deftly unwound the rope from Jake’s torso. Max set the jute rope aside and massaged Jake’s chest and arms. They sprang back to life this time bringing forth a surge of energy.

“Oh God,” Jake yelped.

His body was on fire with need. He craved his Master’s touch.

“You feel it,” Max said.

“I need you so badly, please give me more pleasure. Fuck me please,” Jake said practically whining.

“I will. But not yet.”

Max massaged his chest and back. His calloused hands were like sand paper further stimulating him. Max’s hands traveled the length of his arms and legs, grazing Jake’s aching dick.

“How do you feel?” Max asked.

“Good. Master, I want more.”

“I know you do. I will give it to you in time. But first you must pleasure me. Go to the bed.”

Jake did as was told. Once on the bed, he smiled, happy that he was able to serve Max.

“Flower suck Jake’s cock first, don’t stop until I tell you,” Max said. “Keep going until he’s on the verge. Jake, you are not to cum. Your orgasms are mine. Your cum is mine. You cannot shoot your load until I tell you. No matter what your body demands, ignore it and obey me.”

Jake licked his lips and nodded.

“You may proceed Ally,” Max said.

Jake gasped as her lips wrapped around his dick. His opened his mouth and let his head fall back as she worked his shaft with her tongue. Max licked and nipped his neck, sucking and kissing his burning flesh. Pressure built up in Jake’s balls as she pumped his shaft, alternately mouthing his mushroom tip while Max left a trail of pain on the side of his neck.

“Master please,” Jake said as a tear rolled down his cheek.

He didn’t know how much more he could take. His Master was an expert at giving him blue balls, keeping him on the brink, allowing him to see the edge but not letting him go over it. After a couple of years of play Jake was better at maintaining his control, but he was not that good. His ability to stave off his impending orgasm was starting to slip.

“You can stop now Flower. Orchid is on the verge. Aren’t you my love?”

“Yes Master,” Jake said. He closed his eyes and settled his mind on unsexy things like the work that awaited him tomorrow.

“Deep breaths Orchid. Listen to my voice and come back to me.”

Floating somewhere above them, his mind came back to the moment. He heard them kiss then stop.

“Oh God I’m so hard,” Jake whined.

“Then you’re ready for the next part. This time you can watch,” Max said. “Ally suck me.”

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