[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, werewolves, public exhibition, flogging, whipping, sex toys, HEA]
Sam Keegan, the owner of the Hanson Mall Steakhouse, and Taliesin Radley, who manages the cinema there, are determined to win Heather Wilton, the mall florist. They love her very much, but why does she insist on doing such dangerous activities? She runs down the stairs, leaping an entire flight on landing. She jumps on trampolines and bounces up to the top of a wall. Why can’t she just let them provide her with all the excitement and drama a person needs in the dungeon or in bed, and act like a mature, staid adult the rest of the time?
Heather loves running and jumping and can’t bear the thought of being wrapped in bubble wrap, left on a shelf, and only being allowed out when the men want to play. She needs to enjoy life in all its richness. It might break her heart, but she won’t stay with them if they won’t let her be herself.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Cara Adams is a Siren-exclusive author.
Heather Wilton, the florist at Hanson Mall, placed both hands lightly on top of the handrails to the stairs in the professional suites, and giggled as she started running down the steps. Her hands slid along the rails as she ran faster, jumping two or even three steps as she went, and leaping around the corners. Her brown curls flew around her face, blocking her vision at times, but it didn’t matter because she would hear anyone else coming up the stairs and they couldn’t help but notice her feet pounding as she ran as fast as she could and still maintain her balance. Falling would spoil the fun.
Heather hurtled around the corners, having to grab the handrail at one point as she was moving so fast she almost couldn’t straighten up in time. Laughing louder, she whirled past the last bend and leaped down the entire flight of stairs, landing lightly, her weight evenly on both feet and her arms in the air in a victory sign at having accomplished the game.
Standing at the foot of the stairs, his arms spread wide to catch her, was Sam from The Steakhouse, a look of stunned disbelief on his face.
“You were doing that on purpose?”
The stupefied look on his face made her giggle again.
“Of course. It’s awesome fun.” She nodded vigorously and brushed some curls off her face. She seemed to have lost the clips from her hair somewhere on the way down. Too bad.
He looked almost angry and she took a step back. She wasn’t used to being toe-to-toe with such a big man, and she’d never seen Sam angry before either.
“I suppose you think it would have been awesome fun if you’d gone ass over tea kettle and landed in a heap at the bottom of the stairs as well.”
“But I didn’t. I landed perfectly safely. And if I had fallen, that would have been my own doing and I’d have dealt with it. Gotta go. I was just delivering some flowers upstairs.”
Heather ducked around him and hurried out of the professional suites and down the stairs to the first floor where her florist store sat, facing the main entry from the parking lot. It was an excellent situation as a lot of guilty husbands and boyfriends bought flowers on their way home as penance for the other stuff they’d bought in the mall.
She was still smiling at her success in the stairway and at the look on Sam’s face. He was such a handsome man and always so helpful to everyone in the mall. Unfortunately, he was wedded to his steak house and seldom seemed to leave it, working even longer hours than she did. That was a damn shame. He was a mighty fine piece of eye candy.
Barry, the middle-aged werewolf who worked for her, was patiently sorting through greenery laying the pieces into a neat row by size.
“Thanks, Barry. I’ll get right onto making the wreath now.”
“It’s okay. I like working with the plants. I don’t miss the backbreaking weeding from the days when this mall was a farm, but sometimes I miss the plants.”
She smiled at him sympathetically. “I can understand that. You have exactly the right touch with the flowers. I couldn’t run this store without you.”
“Except when I can’t tell the difference between the aqua and the turquoise ribbons?”
Heather giggled. “But, Barry, it’s easy. Aqua is in the middle of the blue-green spectrum. It’s cyan. But turquoise is right over at the blue end of the blue-green scale.”
“Which is why it’s called green cyan.”
Heather set her hand on her hips and laughed. Barry’s face split into a grin as well.
“I’ve got that problem licked now.”
“I just tell them to point to which ribbons they want.”
Heather snorted, bent to the work table, and started assembling what she needed to make the wreath while Barry finished sorting the greenery. Maybe she hadn’t found a wolf to mate at the interspecies mating party a few months ago, but life here was pretty good. Barry was a gem to work with and she loved her store.
By the time they returned to their dungeon she was desperate to be fucked. Piece by piece the men untied her constraints, and removed the hood. When the ball gag was taken off she was ready to beg. “Please fuck me, both of you.”
“Is our slave feeling a little needy?” teased Sam.
Tally tugged on the weight hanging from the nipple chain. “Did our toys keep you alert?”
“Yes, Master.” Begging hadn’t worked so maybe being polite would.
Both the vibrators buzzed, almost causing her to fall over.
“Are you ready for us to replace these toys with our dicks?” asked Sam.
“Yes, please, Masters.”
The two men removed the purple toys leaving her feeling strangely empty.
Sam grabbed her and pulled her body against his, before pushing her onto her knees. “Why don’t you suck my cock so I can slide it in that hot ass of yours?”
She was perfectly happy to suck him, both of them. She loved their cocks. Like their bodies, they were similar, but also different. Sam’s hair and skin were darker than Taliesin’s and his cock was also darker in color and a little thicker. She sucked him as deep as she could and noticed the slight taste of semen on him. He had a spicy flavor that she genuinely liked. She sucked him harder and then cupped his balls, rolling them in her hands before licking up and down his shaft. When she put his cockhead back in her mouth the taste of his seed was stronger again, so he was as needy as she was. That was good to know. Soon he’d fuck her.
As soon as she let Sam’s cock out of her mouth, Tally called to her, “Come here, slave.”
She turned around and he’d unrolled a thin mattress on the floor and was lying on it on his back. He was already wearing a condom and his cock was standing up straight and tall. Happily she crossed the room and kneeled beside him. “How can I suck you when you’re already gloved up?”
“Why don’t you sit on my dick while I take off those nipple clips?”
Ah good. She was ready to have them removed. She sat across his thighs, dragging her damp pussy over his skin before holding him at her cunt and sliding down on him until their bodies were hard against each other. She leaned forward so Tally could unclip the nipple clamps. He took her left breast into his mouth sucking hard. Her aching, engorged nipples throbbed at the pressure, but then he unscrewed the clamp and released her poor tortured little bud. Immediately Tally took her nipple and areola into his mouth again sucking hard until it was back to normal.
She had the same rush of blood and pain with the second one but this time he spent longer teasing under the curve of her breast and stroking the skin between her breasts as well as sucking her nipple. Tally pulled her down closer to his mouth and began massaging her breasts and licking and sucking her skin, as Sam held her ass open and began pushing his cock inside her.
Heather was so happy like this, with both the men holding her, filling her, completing her. She’d loved the BDSM session and she loved the way they fucked her, always ensuring she received pleasure. She’d never had so many orgasms in a night as since she’d been with Tally and Sam.
She rested her head on Tally’s chest, listening to the pounding of his heart as both men buried themselves balls deep in her, one in her cunt and the other in her ass. She’d loved it earlier when they’d fucked her individually. That had been good to have special time one on one with each of them in turn. But being double fucked like this was her absolute favorite thing. Right now they were pumping in and out of her so slowly she wanted to scream at them to hurry up. But she knew no matter what she said they wouldn’t budge an inch from their plan. Since their plan inevitably brought her to a shattering orgasm she’d let them have their way, but her personal preference would have been for much faster movement right now.
As she wiggled between them trying to drive their cocks deeper into her cunt and ass, and stroking her hands over arms, backs, and sides, she realized they were speeding up. There was no breath-catching pause now between when they pulled out and when they pushed back in. Heather was under no illusions. All the wiggling in the world wouldn’t have made that happen. It was all part of their fiendish plan to drive her insane with lust.