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A Turn of the Screwed (MMF)

Suncoast Society

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Heat Rating: SEXTREME
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[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, HEA]

Noel has spent the past two years of her ten-year marriage to Scott trying to be his Domme after he admits he thinks he’s gay and knows he’s kinky. When she gives him permission to go be happy, to find a guy who can take care of his needs, he meets Keith. She wants what’s best for Scott, but why’d his Dom have to be so damn hunky?

Scott loves Noel and hates breaking her heart, but he’s spent his life trying to deny who he is. When he meets Keith, he realizes this is perfection. He just wishes he didn’t have to leave Noel.

Keith loves Scott and admires the man’s devotion to Noel. He feels for Noel and realizes that, no matter what, someone will lose to make someone else happy.

But then a stormy night changes everything, and Keith realizes maybe the obvious answer to their mutual happiness has been in front of them the entire time…

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Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

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Tymber has a knack for writing books that make you run the gamut of emotions, she can make you laugh one minute and cry the next. She has a way with words that makes me look forward to what she has c...

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This story has action from beginning to end. Noel and Scott love each other but realize that it just isn't enough. Scott meets Keith and the connection happens almost instantly. I like how both men...

- Karen M in FL

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4.5 STARS "I so loved this book! No, I’ve never read Tymber Dalton before but the book description had me exactly how this story was going to pan out. Then, as I was reading the book and started working things out in my mind, I was absolutely off the charts happy! I went through every single emotion reading A Turn of the Screwed. I was depressed, I was sad, I was enthralled, I was enraged then I was finally happy. It takes a very special author to make you feel all of these emotions so deeply. I didn’t know who to feel sorry for first, Noel or Scott. Both of them deeply in love with each other but living a lie. Then there was Keith. Yea, I felt sorry for him too. He knew he was coming between Noel and Scott but he fell in love too. He had such a deep respect for Noel and for how she handled all of Scott’s revelations. In fact, Noel was one of the strongest women I have read in a long time. She had me crying and laughing but, most of all, she had me respecting the hell out of her. Then, that stormy night … yea, everything finally came together. What a little bit of alcohol will do to a person to bring out the truth. And, as everything fell into place and then fell apart again, you went from smiling to pissed-off. And, then, you got even more respect for Noel. She was a fighter, she finally didn’t back down from anyone or anything. Then, as Ms. Dalton brings the story full circle, you become elated. Keith – the perfect Sadist and Dominant. Scott – the perfect Submissive. Noel – the strong, loving woman who will do anything to keep her man but has a side of her that makes her a perfect Submissive as well. Paddles, whips, piercings … this story had it all and Tymber Dalton did a fantastic job bringing it all together and making you fall in love with all of the characters. She gave you a story of love, dominance and an HEA that will have you on your knees as well as Noel and Scott." -- Kitty Angel, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews

4 STARS: "Wow, read this book now, kinky ménage lovers! This one had me on my knees in a puddle of my own pussy juice. When Ms. Dalton wants to write about a strong dominant, she delivers. Submissives will quiver. Scott and Noel are a married couple who are finally facing reality. Noel is a beard for Scott. They are best friends and they married each other for various reasons. Hoping to salvage their marriage, Noel becomes a service Top for Scott's masochist desires. Unfortunately, it doesn't work well when Scott requires D/s with his SM and Noel is getting nothing out of the lifestyle. She doesn't like to dominate Scott. She'll do whatever she can to help him be happy, even if it means letting him go to find a male lover to dominate him. First off, let's talk about the characters. Ms. Dalton writes some of the most realistic characters. I've mentioned before, how many of her real life friends are making it into these stories without them knowing? Noel, Scott and Keith are all different and easy to distinguish in the story. By the end of the story, I feel as though I know them. I feel as though I've been through an emotional wringer as the three try to figure out how to make their relationship work. Second, let's examine the conflict in this story. It is a painful one to witness as Noel is truly a loving wife. She is receiving the short end of the stick when Scott finds Keith and they find their bliss together. At one point, Noel's self-less acts makes me want to shake her and say, "for once in your life, think of your own happiness!" Ms. Dalton could have easily made Scott and Keith selfish cruel bastards. She doesn't. She gives us a slightly rose-coloured glasses view of how men can be gentlemen. Honestly, are there real people in the world who would behave like Noel, Scott and Keith? I'm doubtful and yet it gives me hope that people are not petty and can be honourable like this triad. The character development and interaction in this story really moved me. Third, the BDSM in here is fabulous. The D/s is what really sucks me in each time. There are several panty-wetting scenes in here with Keith dominating Scott. Then when Keith dominates Noel, I'm in my happy voyeuristic land. Even better, Keith shows how he can dominate. There are few fancy implements or furniture used in the hotter BDSM scenes. Keith embodies the type of dominant which makes me immediately want to drop to my knees, bow my head and answer, "Yes, Sir". Is there a bit of fantasy dominant characterization of Keith? Yes. Still, he's not perfect and that's what makes him more attractive. Ms. Dalton may polish the edges but she never overdoes it. This story focuses on relationships with the ups and downs. It shows how communication or lack thereof can either fix or cause problems. It also shows how the way a person perceives themselves may change. Change can be for the better and when people are open to try new things, sometimes they surprise themselves and new options open up. This kinky ménage is highly recommended to those who fantasize about an M/m/f BDSM triad. " -- BookAddict, The Romance Reviews

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STORY EXCERPT

 

“If it was up to me, there’d be a lot of things different around here.”

Her gaze narrowed. “Like what?”

He went toe-to-toe with her, staring down at her. “Like for starters, I’d take away you having to pretend you’re a Dominant when you spend time with Scott when I damn well know that’s the last fucking thing you want to be.”

He knew he didn’t imagine the beer-and-tequila-scented gasp of surprise from her. Her eyes widened, and before she could respond, he pressed forward.

“I know it hasn’t been very fair to you, what’s happened. Being forced to be someone you’re not and watch the man you love go be happy. I know it takes an incredible woman, an incredible amount of love to let go the way you have. I have the highest respect and admiration for you because of it. I don’t know if I could have been as magnanimous as you’ve been. I just wish there was something I could do to make this easy on you and make it not be painful for you.”

For a second, her eyes looked a little too bright. Then she seemed to catch herself. That, or the alcohol did. “I guarantee you I can give you a better fucking blowjob than he can.”

He blinked. Oookay, that was out of fucking left field.

“What?” he finally asked.

She stepped in, making him step back, the edge of the counter now pressing into his back. “I can suck the chrome off a goddamned trailer hitch,” she said, leaning in, her finger poking him in the chest with each syllable. “I don’t think it’s very fair that my husband gets to have you and I don’t even get a chance. Any time you want to fucking take me up on that, I can guarantee you I’ll put my husband’s oral talents to goddamned shame.”

That last poke was the hardest. And on that note, she turned on her heel and headed back to the living room.

Keith stood there, shocked, speechless.

Mostly because his cock had stirred at the conviction in her tone. No, he wasn’t a stranger to women. He’d fucked several women in his life, before he finally admitted he was more into guys than girls.

Noel was not an unattractive woman.

The conviction in her tone, despite the alcohol’s influence, had worked through him.

His phone buzzing in his pocket startled him. A text from Scott.

Everything okay?

Keith stared at the phone, at first going to ignore it, then typing a reply.

No. Your wife is drunk and wants to give me a blowjob.

Scott’s reply rattled his world even more.

Good! Let her! She gives fucking amazing blowjobs. No offense, even better than you. Definitely better than I do.

Keith heard the dry click in his throat as he swallowed, reading and re-reading the text, not quite sure he was believing what he was reading.

You’re kidding, right? Keith finally texted back.

Not kidding at all, Scott replied. Maybe if she does that, it might make things easier. Unless you don’t want her to. If not, I understand. But I’m cool with whatever happens between the two of you. Wouldn’t be very fair of me not to be.

Keith had to re-read that reply a few times, too.

Shit, he thought.

Then he stared through the doorway. He could see her sitting on the couch, occasionally rubbing her eyes against her shoulders.

She was crying, or trying not to cry.

Dammit. He’d basically rejected her, when he knew she already had to be hitting her upper level of rejection as it was.

He carefully considered his reply to Scott.

You’re saying you’re okay with me and your wife having sex?

After a moment, Scott’s reply. Blowjobs, sex, cuddling, whatever. It’s only fair. I know she’s attracted to you. Whatever you and her are okay with, you have my full blessings.

Keith read that reply several times, too.

Well, okay, then, he thought.

He set the phone on the counter and walked out to the living room to stand directly in front of her, blocking her view of the TV.

She stared up at him, the defiance in her glare a fragile, damaged mask for the pain behind it.

“Did you mean what you said in there?” he asked.

“What?”

He reached down and took the TV remote and beer mug from her and set them on the table. Then he stepped closer, forcing her to have to spread her legs as he stood there in front of her.

“Did you mean it when you said you’d give me a blow job?”

“Why? Want a comparison?”

Without thinking about it, his hand shot out and grabbed her ponytail. He knew this was a dangerous game, one that could blow up in all of their faces, but it was time to shake things up. Either they’d all fall into their proper, happy places—finally—or he’d end up having to move out.

Either way, it wasn’t healthy to continue doing what they were doing.

He pulled her face close to the front of his shorts, but kept her head tipped back so she had to look up at him.

“Here’s the rules,” he said. “I do the driving. I’m a Dominant, not a switch. You will not be pegging me, unless I’m ordering you to do it. You won’t be in charge, of me or of Scott. That’s my job. I absolve you of that responsibility. If you are really serious about wanting to do this, then you need to understand a few things. My rules, my way. I might ask you what you want or like, but I’m the final authority. I’ll never make you leave, never make you divorce Scott, but I’m in charge. Is that something you can deal with?”

He never expected the words that fell from her lips. “Yes, Sir,” she said, almost sounding relieved, her whole body language changing.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Noel knew the alcohol had loosened her up a little. She never would have said the things she’d said to Keith in the kitchen if she’d been completely sober.

But no, she wasn’t drunk. Not by a long shot. Maybe not safe to drive, but she was only buzzed, and well in control of her faculties.

The cock hardening under her hand was a little larger than Scott’s. She couldn’t help the way her pussy throbbed when she thought about maybe getting that cock inside her at some point.

Then again, a blowjob wasn’t fucking. Maybe he wouldn’t or couldn’t do that.

But if this is what she needed to get out of her head, even for the night, she’d do it and damn the consequences later. She was tired of living in fear, of living without knowing what the future would hold. She wanted to take her life back into her own hands.

The irony didn’t escape her.

His hand over hers felt warm, strong, slightly callused in a way Scott’s didn’t. “Okay, then,” he said, staring down at her. “First, you’re going to suck my cock. You said you’re good. I want to see how good you are. Then we’ll go from there. And from there I mean I’m going to take you to the bedroom and show you the rest of me. You’re going to have your ass paddled for getting mouthy with me.”

A tendril of fear ran through her, but she realized it was only making her wetter. “Yes, Sir.”

“Has Scott ever fucked your ass before?”

She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

His hand over hers squeezed, his cock thickening even more. “Good. Then the first load you take from me is going down your throat. That means I’ll be able to keep it up longer when I fuck that pretty little virgin ass of yours.”

Now he was rhythmically squeezing her hand, his cock hardening and swelling even more under her hand, under the fabric of his shorts. “I feel badly you’ve been left out, so here’s the new world order around here. You don’t have to be in charge anymore. I’ll take care of you, and of Scott, in that way. I’ll make sure we’re meeting your needs and keeping you happy. But you have to be prepared to take me as I am. If you don’t want to belong to me, you have to say so.”

He leaned in, his mocha gaze dark, overwhelming. “Part of that ownership means if I tell you to have that sweet ass lubed and loosened so I can fuck it when I walk in the door from work, that means I better find you ready to go when I get home, understand?”

Her mouth went dry. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“It might mean,” he continued, “that you end up on your hands and knees in bed between us, with my cock down your throat and his cock in your pussy. You good with that?”

Not only was she good with it, Eliza’s words about ménages came back to her. “Yes, Sir.”

The fist in her hair tightened, almost painfully, tipping her head back farther. “If I own you, that means you become my fuck toy. There might be times I tie Scott up and make him watch me with you. Or there might be times I tie you up and make you watch me fuck him. It means you sleep in my bed with me every night, and it means you are available for me to use whenever I want, however I want. You good with that?”

Her clit throbbed, swelling. She knew she was wet. “Yes, Sir.”

 

* * * *

 

Keith wasn’t sure what to do now. He thought for sure she’d say whoa, back the truck up, and stop him.

But she hadn’t. Not only had she agreed, but when he’d pushed the envelope, she’d spurred him on, agreeing to his darkest fantasies as if he’d just suggested they take a trip to Disney.

One more push. “You’re agreeing to be my slave?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You saw what I did to Scott. You want to be my slave, you’re getting your nipples pierced. You need to take what I give you, when I give it to you, how I give it to you. That means if I put a load of my cum in your ass at lunchtime, it stays there all day until you get home.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Dayamn.

Now his cock was really throbbing. Would he fuck with her at work? No, of course not.

Well, maybe not.

For right now, he wanted to try out her oral talents.

With his hand still over hers, he made her unfasten the button of his shorts and unzip them, exposing his cock.

Her gasp of surprise didn’t hurt any, either.

“Yeah, baby. I’m bigger than him. Not by a lot, but by enough. You’ll feel it. Open.”

Her lips opened, and keeping his hand over hers around the base of his cock, and his other in her hair, he slowly started fucking her mouth with it.

Holy…fuck. Okay, yeah, she was better than Scott. That much he could tell right off the bat. She was a natural cocksucker, using her tongue and never losing eye contact with him while she took every inch he fed into her mouth.

He let go of her hand around his cock and shoved his shorts down, stepping out of them so he could spread his legs wider. “Play with my balls, baby,” he hoarsely ordered, circling the base of his cock with his hand again.

She did, her soft, warm fingers exploring, testing, gently squeezing even as he eased more of his cock into her mouth.

“Can you deep throat?”

He took her muffled response as an affirmative and slowly pushed in, until her nose was pressed against him, holding it there for a few glorious seconds until easing back again.

“Damn,” he whispered, impressed. He let go of his cock and now held her head cradled in both his hands as he started slowly fucking her mouth. “You are fucking good, baby. Better than him. No offense to him, but even he admitted it.”

That seemed to spur her on even more as she eagerly, hungrily went after his cock.

He knew at this rate it wouldn’t take long for him to bust a nut. “Good girls always swallow,” he said as he felt his climax growing closer. “You’re going to swallow every damn drop I give you, understand?”

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