[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, whipping, sex toys, HEA]
A dedicated teacher of homeless children, Isabella Camarena’s life is interrupted by a midnight call threatening her students. Isabella speeds across state to save a family of kidnapped migrant farm workers, but is soon in over her head helping a family lost to the world of human trafficking.
During an undercover assignment at Isabella’s school, former Special Forces Army Rangers Leif Johansen and Caleb Samuels met Isabella. After the assignment ends, they continue volunteering there, to pursue a relationship with Isabella, only to discover she’s missing.
After a harrowing rescue, Leif and Caleb bring Isabella home with them to recuperate. She reluctantly agrees so that she can stay close to the rescued children.
Amid the struggle to ensure the safety of the families, Leif and Caleb are determined to win Isabella’s heart. Despite her fierce independence, Isabella is naïve to the ways in which they want to love her. Can these former Rangers help Isabella embrace her submissive nature?
A Siren Erotic Romance
4.5 STARS: "This is a fascinating addition to the author’s Fate Harbor series and features a strong heroine with an underlying vulnerability and two alpha males who want to claim her and reassure her that she is a worthy person. Isabella is working with the children of immigrants and discovers that several families have disappeared. When she learns they are being held captive as slave labor, and the young women face a worse fate, she undertakes a rescue operation. She has freed the children and is working on a plan to help the adults, when she succumbs to an injury she suffered during the rescue operation. Enter the heroes, Leif and Caleb, who desire Isabella, and discover her predicament. In true Alpha male style, they provide her with the care she needs to recuperate and rely on their contacts to rescue the adults. But in spite of her caring nature, her heroic acts, and her self-sacrificing for others, Isabella feels inadequate because of an experience in her teens. Her two lovers have to work to convince her she is a wonderful person. It’s not always an easy task, because they have some flaws of their own. Can these three find their way through their insecurities to create a life together?...This is a rich, rewarding tale of a dynamic woman and two men who are as heroic as she is." -- Shadow, Guilty Pleasure Book Reviews
Caleb made sure the door was shut softly and they were well away from Isabella’s room, before he rounded on Leif.
“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” Though his tone was low, he knew that Leif was aware he was being shouted at.
“What is your problem?”
“You looked like you were ready to spank that girl in there.” Caleb looked at his friend, and didn’t see a single bit of remorse on Leif’s face. He couldn’t believe the level of stupidity that was surrounding him today. First, there was Isabella who couldn’t see that she had been a child wracked with sorrow, reaching out for comfort, and used by predatory scum in college. Now here was Leif, with his inner Dom in full force, planning on showing her the error of her ways because she didn’t think she was worthy.
“Caleb, didn’t you hear the crap that she was saying about herself?”
“Yes, Leif, I did. Shall I recap for you?” Caleb knew his voice was sarcastic, but his temper was blown. Leif should know better than this. He continued, “I know that we are dealing with someone who has almost no sexual experience. Would you agree?” Caleb waited, and finally Leif nodded.
“We are dealing with someone who thinks she has been promiscuous and if I had to guess, based on her upbringing, she sees what happened to her as something sinful that she alone caused. Are you with me, Leif? Are you tracking?”
“Yes, Samuels, I’m tracking.”
“We are dealing with someone who is sheltered and by her own admission, is still struggling with her deep attraction to the two of us. Still with me?” Leif just stared at him.
“And that precious woman in there just basically said that she cared enough for us, that she could see herself falling in love with us. She told us that she wants us to have the best possible woman to make a life with, but that she doesn’t think that she is good enough to be that woman.” Caleb took a deep breath and continued. “She said that, Leif, because she is empathetic, caring, loving and wonderful. Meanwhile, you’re over there thinking with your goddamn dominant dick, instead of realizing that we have a chance to nurture and love and be loved by the best thing that has ever happened to us.”
Caleb watched as his words sank in.
“But how can she doubt herself like that, Caleb? It makes no sense!” Leif walked over to the counter where he had left his beer, felt the warm bottle and poured it down the sink before getting a cold one out of the fridge.
“Didn’t you ever spend any time with your mom or your sister?” Caleb held out his hand and Leif handed him a beer as well.
“Yeah, I guess Kara was going through some stuff where she didn’t know which way was up, but she always knew her own worth.” Seriously surrounded by stupidity, Caleb thought to himself as he took a pull from his beer.
“Leif, let’s look at this from another angle. I know that there were times when all four of you Johansen kids took shit because you had two dads.”
“We sure as hell didn’t take it for long.” Leif’s grin was feral. Caleb couldn’t help but smile back. Growing up in Fate Harbor, he was often right beside Caleb and his siblings whenever a disparaging comment was made about the Johansen parents being a triad. Soon there was no kid in school who had anything to say about the Johansens or any triad families, because they knew they’d get the shit kicked out of them.
“What I’m saying is that Isabella is cut from a different cloth than the Johansen clan. Clearly, she got called some pretty vicious names while she was in college. These accusatory labels apparently tied into her moral upbringing. So it’s easy to see how she ended up with some deep-seated beliefs about who she is, and level of worthiness she’s assigned to herself since those days. This is not about somebody who is mouthing off things to offend her Dom so she can get spanked, Leif! This is a young woman who has a broken mirror.” Caleb took another long pull off his beer and set it down on the counter, happy to see Leif really thinking about what he had said. He turned and made his way back down the hall.
“I was so scared. This can’t be for real.”
“This is as real as it gets.” Leif reached down, and pulled the red sweater free from the waistband of her skirt. It was over her head before she had a chance to blink. Her hair flew about in a storm of static. Her breasts were heaving. “This has got to go.” He used both hands to rip her bra apart and pull it off her. She felt a flood of cream rush from her vagina to coat her panties.
“Jesus, Isabella, I can smell you.”
“No!” Covering her breasts, she started to pull up her legs, because he must have smelled the scent of her arousal. As she rolled off the couch, he spread her out beneath him in under a second. She was pinned looking up at him, her arms in one of his hands above her head. Her skirt rode high up on her thighs with one of his legs shoved between them. She undulated closer to him while he squeezed her left breast in his other hand.
“Stay still! Don’t move!” He squeezed her breast a fraction tighter and she moaned at the wonderful feeling. Then softer, sweeter, “Don’t you dare move, Isabella,” and Leif released her hands. He sank down and their lips met in a tender kiss, then he moved ever downward. His one hand remained on her breast, teasing her nipple to a peak of arousal, as his mouth suckled the other nipple, when she arched up. He stopped. “No, Isabella.” Again his words were silky. “No matter what, you must stay still. Can you do that for me, girl?” She sucked in her last deep breath.
“Yes.” She let out a long sigh.
“My good girl. Mine,” he whispered through his beautiful smile. His hand and mouth left her breasts, and soon her skirt was lifted and her panties were torn like her bra. He grasped her leg that was next to the back of the sofa, pushing it up and up and up until her heel was hooked over the edge and her other leg dangled off the side.
“My cum. My cunt.” She didn’t know how many fingers he thrust up inside her, but it hurt so perfectly good. She didn’t move an inch. In and out he continued for the longest minutes of her life. She made no sound, made no move. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and tears trickled down her temples, but she obeyed.
He looked up at her. “You tried to leave me, Isabella.” He used the voice of an angel. He pressed in, and then spread his fingers and slowly tried to pull out. The feeling was painfully sublime. She disobeyed him, clenching her internal muscles trying to keep him. Or was it to just increase the wondrous sensation?
“Bad girl.” Nooo. Not bad. But he was smiling. She could see she had pleased him. Leif shifted, and then his chin lowered, glistening gold with two days’ growth of beard. The sound of her teeth snapping shut echoed through the room, as his golden bristles met the thin skin of her engorged clit. She let out a long whine, a hum that mixed with the wet sounds coming from her sex as he slammed in and out, his fingers thrusting and spreading and twisting.
Then she exploded. She was arching, she was screaming and before she could even breathe she found herself hanging upside down. She found herself on the bed before she even realized that she had been carried over Leif’s shoulder. Her skirt was yanked off and Leif was naked and sheathed in a condom, and then he was thankfully on top of her with her legs draped over his arms.
“Are you ready?”
“What?” What was he asking? Why was he making her wait? Was she supposed to be still? She slammed up to partially envelop him, but he made no move. “Leif, make it better,” she begged him. “I’m sorry I was going to leave. I was scared. I’m still scared. Please make it better, please just be in me and hold me.”
“I can do that, baby. I can do that.” He gently slid the rest of the way in, until he was nestled into the back of her channel. She could finally breathe again. When he started to draw back, she gripped strongly at his arms.
“Please, I’m sorry I was going to leave, don’t leave me.”
“I just want to love you, Isabella. I’m not going to leave you.” She searched his crystalline eyes. They were ocean-blue now, not the hard blue of diamonds. She relaxed. There was a cadence to his movements that brought them both unimaginable comfort and pleasure. He took her higher and higher, and she pushed up and up, glorying in the slapping of his balls against her anus. Each impression anchored her in the now, assuring her that this was real, that she was being loved by the man that she would die for.