[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, HEA]
Two years later, Susie mourns the death of her beloved husband and Master, but that aspect of their lives was secret. She now self-medicates with work and thinks love—and passion—are things of the past. When attending her twenty-year high school reunion, her only bright point is reconnecting with beloved friends, Grant and Darryl.
As kids, Grant and Darryl didn’t understand their feelings for Susie…or for each other. It took Darryl going through a disastrous divorce before the men got together and Grant could claim Darryl not just as his partner, but as his slave. They have to keep all aspects of their relationship hidden because of their jobs, yet they immediately recognize the significance of Susie’s bracelet.
That Grant and Darryl now play a far sexier version of Dungeons and Dragons only seals the deal for Susie. When outside forces try to destroy the men’s careers, can Susie take the initiative and save their newfound happiness?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
- Katy Beth
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She smiled when she saw them and rounded the pool, heading their way. She wore a simple black one-piece suit with a purple sarong tied across her hips.
He hoped he could keep his cock under control until he was seated again so she didn’t spot the pup tent in his swim trunks.
They’d pulled a chair over for her already, and Darryl found out what she wanted to drink and went to get it for her from the bar. She looked good, even better than she had earlier.
“Oh,” Marcy said. “That’s an interesting bracelet.”
Grant silently thanked his friend’s wife as he watched while Susie nearly imperceptibly flinched.
But he spotted her reaction. He’d learned years ago to what great lengths his friend would go to try to keep her emotions under wraps. Her tells remained the same, it was interesting to see.
“My husband gave it to me,” she finally said. “It’s very sentimental to me.”
Corey unknowingly added to the fun. “Kind of looks like that one Darryl wears.”
Grant had his gaze focused on Susie’s face when she turned, surprise registering on her features as her eyes found his.
He didn’t blink. “It does look a lot like the one I gave Darryl,” he said, narrowing his gaze and intentionally dropping down into what Darryl liked to call his Dom tone. “Isn’t that a funny coincidence?”
He felt himself harden as he watched her throat work when she nervously swallowed.
* * * *
There was a time in Susan’s life, when she was a teenager, when she would have killed for the look Grant was giving her right that moment.
A look John could melt her panties off her with—when he let her wear them.
A look she hadn’t seen in two years.
A look she craved, and a look that nearly made her burst into relieved tears to see on Grant’s face.
And the tone of voice he’d used.
Okay, so they were gay. Maybe when the three of them could sit down, alone, and talk, she could ask them about Darryl’s bracelet. If it had the same meaning as hers, maybe, as old friends, they’d let her curl up in their laps for a little while, give her a little bit of structure in their spare time, trusting that they wouldn’t fuck her over or treat her badly.
This was Grant and Darryl. They’d proven themselves to her as kids. They’d protected her. They’d saved her ass against bullies. She refused to believe they’d turn out to be royal shits, even this many years and a lifetime later.
Darryl turned from the bar with her margarita in his hand.
Then she spotted his bracelet, on his right wrist.
When she glanced back at Grant, the corner of his mouth had curled in an amused smirk she knew all too well. She’d sat through countless games watching him make that same expression when he knew he had the upper hand and he was simply biding his time. Especially when he was in the DM seat.
Darryl smiled as he handed her the large glass, and she immediately sucked down several swallows of the frozen drink.
Susan had a strong suspicion she’d need a couple more of them to calm her nerves. She wasn’t a big drinker. In fact, it’d been…well, two years since she’d last had anything to drink.
If the playful smirk on Grant’s face was any indication, the two men had progressed from Dungeons and Dragons to a more advanced level of dungeoneering.
A far sexier one.
“Look, D,” Grant said, gently taking her right wrist in his hand but not touching the bracelet. “Funny coincidence, huh? Looks a lot like yours, doesn’t it? Her husband gave it to her. Isn’t that sweet?”
She struggled to breathe as Darryl’s smile spread, quirking his lips as his sweet brown gaze narrowed. “Don’t see many of those around. It’s beautiful.”
She nodded, well aware that Corey and Marcy were—she assumed—clueless vanillas.
It felt like she’d been dropped back into high school, the night of senior prom where the two men had escorted her to the dance. No one else had asked her, and she was going to skip it when the men found out. It wasn’t like her parents had the money to spend on her prom dress anyway when they were in the middle of duking it out in divorce court by that time.
Grant and Darryl had pooled their money—with help from their parents—and had surprised her with a shopping trip to the mall to buy her a dress, which they’d picked out for her after having her try on several ones. They’d bought her prom ticket, paid for her dinner, and rented a limo to take them to prom and home again.
It had been the best night of her life, until her honeymoon night with John.
And it still ranked up there in the top two nights of her life, even this many years later.
Both men had looked at her like this that night when the limo picked her up. They’d both gotten out and walked to her front door to get her.
Somewhere, she still had their prom picture, the three of them together, the men standing behind her with their arms around her, their chins resting on her shoulders.
Susan was that eighteen-year-old girl again, desperately in love with her two best friends and terrified to admit it for fear of them rejecting her, or it ruining that special bond they had.
Now what was she supposed to do with that?
With his gaze fixed firmly on hers, Grant gently curled his fingers around her hand, brought it up to his lips, and brushed a kiss across her knuckles. Those damned gorgeous ice-blue eyes that she’d fantasized about so many long and lonely nights as a kid.
“We’ve missed you, Susie,” Grant said. It felt like the world fell away around them. Like there wasn’t a pool deck full of half-drunk nearly forty-somethings splashing and talking just feet away from them. “You have no idea how glad we are you came this weekend.”
It was just her and Grant, and sitting on her other side, Darryl. Unseen, since she felt impaled by Grant’s gaze, but the heat of Darryl’s body right there next to her washed through her.
She slowly nodded. “Me, too.”
He still hadn’t released her hand, still gently clasped in his on the table. “We’re glad you live locally, too. I feel badly that we didn’t know what you were going through.” Now his gaze changed, shifted. Concerned.
It was nearly enough to make her cry, but she’d had a lot of practice over the past two years keeping a game face on at work.
Darryl gently stroked her bare shoulder. “I hope you’ll think about joining our game,” he said.
“The D and D game?” she asked, feeling weak and helpless against them but in the good way.
Grant’s smile widened. “Sure. That, too.”
Holy crap, that sealed it. Time warped, changed, shifted. She was no longer Susan Costello, thirty-eight. She was Susie Carson, eighteen, and just as helpless against Grant Delaney as she had been back then. Lucky for her he hadn’t been an asshole in high school, or he could have easily been inside her pants.
Instead, they’d had some never-ending not-quite-sexual tension between the three of them.
Grant closed both his hands around hers, gently, yet possessively. “This is going to be a fun weekend,” he said, lightly squeezing her fingers.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
For tonight, Grant wanted to keep things simple. He wanted to love her, to make love to her, to hold her and see her smile, to hear her gasp and moan and know that they were bringing pleasure back to her life.
They could do the kinky shit later.
Then again, he knew there were people who’d probably argue that a ménage was kinky to start with, but simply having sex didn’t even blip Grant and Darryl out of the vanilla range by their own usual standards.
He slid the shoulder straps of her bathing suit down her arms, leaning in to kiss his way down her shoulder. He motioned to Darryl to step in, too, on her other side, his lips feathering across her flesh.
“Oh, and Darryl?”
“You have my permission to do anything you want with her tonight.” He met her beautiful green gaze, pleased to see the delicious glaze of subspace already settling in for the duration.
“Thank you, Sir,” Darryl said.
Darryl slid her bathing suit lower, the straps trapping her arms at her sides as he leaned over and sucked her right nipple into his mouth, his hand cupping her left breast.
She let out a soft gasp.
Grant slipped his hand behind her neck again, getting a firm grasp as he kissed her, hard, slowly fucking his tongue between her lips, swallowing her moans as Darryl toyed with her.
“Enjoy it, sweetheart,” Grant told her. “Tonight we’re going to make your head explode so there’s no chance in hell of you wanting to walk away from us again. I promise we’ll take good care of you from now on.”
She let out an adorable, soft little squeak he knew was supposed to be a, “Yes, Sir,” but it was likely all she could manage.
Yep. Subspace achieved.
He made Darryl move as he shoved her bathing suit the rest of the way down her body so she could step out of it.
Okay, maybe he would spank her, just a little.
He bent her facedown over the bed, nudging her feet wide apart and pointing for Darryl to get on the floor between her legs.
Darryl needed no clarification. He sat, back against the bed, grabbed Susie’s hips to hold her in place, and buried his face in her pussy.
The moan she let out in response made Grant’s cock ache even more. He pressed his left hand flat into the middle of her back and stroked her ass with his right.
“Oh, baby. Keep making those noises.” He lightly smacked her left ass cheek, then her right, watching as she fisted the covers, the way her toes curled, the way she arched her back, presenting an even better target for him.
He gradually stepped up the force of the strikes, happily impressed that not only was she enjoying it, she seemed eager for more.
* * * *
It felt like she’d been dropped head-first into a barrel of bliss. Between Darryl’s mouth on her pussy—thank god she’d kept shaving down there—and the firm weight of Grant’s hand in the middle of her back, every smack of his hand against her ass only drove her that much harder toward a screaming orgasm.
Because when she tipped over the edge, she pressed her face against the mattress and sobbed with joy, relief, ecstasy. The first time in…
Too damn long.
And Darryl wouldn’t quit, his fingers digging in and holding on, his tongue and lips on her clit relentless, forcing her pleasure to spin through her, bouncing around inside her, Grant stepping up the spanking as another climax ripped free and exploded.
She threw her head back and gasped, tears of pleasure and the good kind of pain rolling down her cheeks.
“Color,” Grant barked.
“Green, Sir!” If he stopped now, she’d be reeally pissed off.
“Good girl.” He picked up the pace of the spanking, harder, faster. It wasn’t until orgasm number three popped up and said howdy that he backed off, easing up, taking his time and varying the strength of each swat until the men finally stopped and let her catch her breath.
Darryl still sat on the floor between her legs, nuzzling her inner thighs. Grant’s hands stroked her back and ass.
That’s when she realized she was crying again. Sobbing.
Grant made Darryl move and stepped between her legs, folding his body over hers, his arms alongside hers, his fingers lacing through hers.
“Color, baby,” he whispered in her ear.
“Green, Sir,” she finally managed.
He squeezed her hands. “Good girl.” He pushed himself up and trailed kisses down her spine, across her flaming hot ass cheeks, and back up to the nape of her neck.
He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head up. “Does someone want to suck my cock?”
“Yes, Sir! Please!”
He chuckled. “Such a good girl.” He rolled off her. She sat up to see him shoving his swim trunks down—finally! And yes, his cock looked every bit as nice as Darryl’s.
He sat at the head of the bed and spread his legs, crooking a finger at her. She scrambled up the bed and with a greedy moan swallowed his cock all the way to the root.
A low, rumbling moan escaped him as he gathered her hair in his hands and guided her. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said.
Darryl had followed her up to the bed. “See if you can get another one out of her while she does this,” Grant told Darryl. “Use that talented mouth of yours on her.”
Darryl grabbed her hips, making her scoot her ass in the air. Then he turned and wiggled underneath her, pulling her pussy down onto his mouth.
Now it was her turn to moan again, which drew an answering one from Grant.
“I think I have a new favorite thing,” Grant said, sounding like he was closed to coming already. “Keep her moaning like that, D.”