[Siren Sensations: Erotic Contemporary Consensual BDSM Menage a Quatre Romance, M/M/M/F, HEA]
Bob never dreamed he’d have a chance with Tilly once Landry entered her life. Now, he’s faced with the chance of forever with not only Tilly, but Cris and Landry, too. He’s never wanted anything more, and will do anything to convince them he means it.
Cris always knew Landry was sneaky, but this takes the cake. He enjoys watching the metaphorical chess game between Landry and Tilly. Meanwhile, he’s determined to forge his own bonds with Bob.
Tilly knows Landry is an ethical sadist, but still isn’t sure why he’s so okay with adding Bob to their family. She can play the game as well as the sneaky sadist can.
As Landry works to convince her this new world order won’t destroy their carefully balanced dynamic, she knows they have to get things right or risk not only their hearts being broken, but their daughter’s, too. Is this really perfection? Or is heartache hiding just out of sight?
Note: This book contains double penetration.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
- Pam Stanton
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Bob sat on the large porch swing on the lanai and stared at the e-mail on his phone. He couldn’t help but smile as he read and reread the invite Tony had sent out an hour earlier.
The beginning portion of it is what held his interest.
Landry, Tilly, Cris, and Bob would like to invite you and your significant and non-significant others to their home…
His own mental emphasis on that word.
Sometimes, Bob still had difficulty believing he wasn’t stuck in a dream, until one of the others walked through a room and he realized no, this was his life.
What a damned good one it was, too.
He was currently watching Cris and KC playing in the pool. Bob, Tilly, and KC had returned from his first trip to London yesterday.
Landry currently had Tilly…distracted in the bedroom.
Bob reached up and rubbed the top of his shoulder, where Cris had bit him that morning before allowing him out of bed.
Even in this way the three were different, in how they’d marked their ownership of him. Cris found ways small and quiet, and yet loud and clear in their meaning, to mark Bob. Usually by picking a spot Cris had discovered made Bob react by shivering in good ways and usually hardening his cock—when it wasn’t already exhausted—to bite and suck. The tops of his shoulders, the back of his neck.
Along his inner thighs.
Usually somewhere shorts or a shirt could easily hide the mark, because Cris liked to leave ones that would last for days and they didn’t want to have to explain them to KC if she saw them. Sometimes, that meant Bob wearing a swim shirt when he went in the pool.
If Bob was home, Cris was…bitey.
Landry was bitey, too, but not in the same way. He didn’t bite to mark as strongly as Cris did, usually. Landry’s marks were the collars Bob willingly wore, which one depended on the circumstances, and the marks Landry’s implements left on his ass.
Tilly’s marks were where no one could see them, on his heart and soul, and far more permanent. All she had to do was look at him with her hazel eyes, or call him sweetie, and he was hers.
Always and forever.
Today, Bob would be in the pool with Cris and KC, except the sadist had no sooner closed the bedroom door last night when he’d pinned Bob down on the bed and locked his cock and balls in a chastity cage. No way even his baggy swim suit would hide that.
Then Landry and Cris had taken turns fucking his mouth as a welcome home celebration, and Landry had made him sleep with a large butt plug in place while the sadist spooned around him.
Bob loved it.
He knew once the sadist deigned to give him relief, likely that evening, it would be well worth the wait.
That, and Tilly had made him come three times in the twenty-four hours before they’d left London, knowing damn well the sadist would deny and torment him upon their return.
Bob knew part of Landry’s “funishment” for him was because Bob hadn’t yet coaxed Tilly into dropping her final restriction on no sexual intercourse between them and Bob until their year anniversary of the latest form of their dynamic.
That was a private aside the sadist had revealed to him the night before Bob had left with Tilly and KC for their trip to London, his first to the city.
He was delightfully caught between Tilly’s rock-solidish rule, and a very hard sadist.
The -ish coming from seeing firsthand how the sadist had already skillfully steered Tilly toward the outcome he wanted.
As Tilly herself had stated many times, the sadist was an evil, sneaky, tricky damn fuck.
But the three of them loved him in spite of that.
Or was it because of it?
Damn it’s good to be home.
Bob scrambled to follow Landry inside. The sadist was almost all the way down the hallway and had reached the door of the master bedroom by the time Bob caught up with him. Landry locked them in the bedroom. He grabbed Bob, winding his fingers through Bob’s hair as he kissed him, crushing his lips over Bob’s. A low growl rolled from the sadist, stubble scratchy against Bob’s face while the sadist orally ravaged and reclaimed his newest pet, bending him backward as he kissed him, forcing Bob to dip at the knees to keep his balance.
“Bathroom,” Landry ordered. “Naked. Now.”
Bob pulled off his shirt as he jumped to follow orders. He was naked seconds later when Landry snapped his fingers and pointed at the counter. “Up.”
Bob sat on the counter and propped his heels on the edge, thighs spread wide and his hands gripping his legs under his knees. Not the first time the sadist had put him in this position. Landry had a tube of lube in his hand. He pulled on a nitrile glove and coated his first two fingers of his right hand with lube before leaning in and immediately probing Bob’s ass. Inside the chastity cage, Bob’s cock protested the confinement, pressing almost painfully against the restraint, knowing what was coming.
Bob. Bob would be coming.
“You have one minute, boy,” Landry said before leaning in and kissing him.
Landry’s fingers sank deep inside Bob’s ass, probing, curling and hooking against Bob’s sweet spot, where they started stroking and shooting Bob straight toward the goal.
Bob wished it was Landry’s cock fucking him. Now that he knew that certainty was in his future, he dreamed of the day it was Landry and Cris’ real cocks fucking him, not strap-ons.
The other side of that being it meant he’d finally be able to fuck Tilly, too.
Everyone a winner.
He wouldn’t deny he was looking forward to being able to fuck Cris and Landry, too. They’d told him they were definitely looking forward to that permutation.
Landry had already warned Bob that being DP’ed by Cris and Landry was on the list of activities to check off as well.
Over the months since Bob had started playing regularly with Landry, after being collared to him as his submissive, Landry had immediately started training Bob, reprogramming his brain with sexy stimuli. Bob had willingly—eagerly—given full control of his sexual limits to Landry.
Was he now gay? Still straight? Bi? Pan?
Bob no longer knew and didn’t care what label he was “supposed” to have..
He belonged to the triad, and was happy to be there.
He was theirs.
That was the only label he needed.
Pressure built in his balls, and in his cock, as Landry’s tongue fucked his mouth and his fingers probed Bob’s ass.
Without breaking their kiss, Landry reached down with his other hand and grabbed Bob’s sac, where it protruded from the chastity cage.
That was enough to finally get Bob over the edge. His body tensed when the climax swept through him, his cock painfully squeezed inside the chastity cage as Landry’s devilish fingers rubbed at his prostate, milking him.
These kinds of orgasms weren’t as satisfying as the regular kind, but it was better than nothing.
And it mean at least a little respite, his cock already starting to soften in the cage.
Landry lifted his head and smiled down at him. “With seconds to spare. Excellent, boy.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Do you understand why I’m torturing you like this?”
“Because you’re trying to encourage me to speed up Tilly’s timeline, Master. You won’t make me wear the cage.”
The sadist’s smile widened. “You are a brilliant boy. That’s one of the reasons I love you so much.”
It didn’t matter what Landry did to him, within their hard limits. All Landry had to do was say those three words to Bob, and it melted any irritation he might have at the sadist.
Or good boy.
Either way, he loved belonging to the sadist.
“Do you know how much I’m simply dying to fuck this sweet ass of yours and be the first real cock you’ve ever taken in it?”
“Yes, Master, you’ve made that clear.”
Oh, shit. Landry started wiggling his fingers inside Bob, slowly started fucking his ass with them, lightly tugging on Bob’s sac as he did. The sadist alternated between finger-fucking him and lightly milking his prostate, building him up a second time—
And then he pulled his hand out, leaving Bob gasping, needy, his cock confused and leaning toward wanting more, semi-hard and once more pressing against the confines of the chastity cage.
But Landry replaced his fingers with a different butt plug—
The vibrating one. It had a remote control, too.
Landry stripped off the glove and washed his hands. “Clean up, boy, and make us lunch, please.” He picked up the remote, smiled, and turned the butt plug on to what Bob knew was the lowest setting.
If he came without permission, even like this, he’d be punished.
Shaky and trying to adjust to the renewed discomfort—and the pleasure of the butt plug doing things to him—Bob put his feet down and held onto the counter for a moment until he was sure he wouldn’t fall over. “Yes, Master.”
Landry smacked him on the ass, hard. “Welcome home, boy. I missed you.”
“Thank you, Master. I missed you, too.”