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Master Salvador's Dilemma (MMFM)

The Blood Red Rose Club 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 36,217
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[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/M/F/M, with M/M, love triangle, public exhibition, spanking, HEA]

Finding the two subs he most desires to make up his triad is only the start of Master Salvador Belmonte's problems.

He has persuaded his friend Edward to loan him his gay sub, Olafur Jonsson, for one night, so what could possibly ruin that? Edward loves to play tricks and adds his old school friend, Rose Barton, to the mix. She is the woman of Salvador's dreams, but she flees after a misunderstanding, and it is only by chance that he finds her again. Then Olafur seeks refuge with Salvador and Rose when Edward cheats on him once too often. Difficulties arise because of Olafur's sexuality and Rose's jealousy over Salvador's role in the club.

So what do you get when a bisexual Dom, a gay sub, and a straight female make up a triad? Master Salvador's dilemma! The solution comes in a strange guise.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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STORY EXCERPT

 

Rose was even more unhappy since she’d been to the club. She’d gone to see if it was a solution to her problems and all she’d done was find more. It was the story of her life. She’d wanted to explore the lifestyle. Trust her to get off on the wrong foot. Then she’d ended up in a scene with the same Dom. How could fate have done that to her? She’d been afraid Master Salvador was going to take payment for that scratch and her lack of respect by giving her the spanking of her life. She’d been struck by the arrested expression in his eyes as he looked at her. What was that about? Does he know me from somewhere? I don’t think so. I would never have forgotten such a striking man if I’d seen him before.

Then there was that spanking. She’d been expecting a good hard punishment at his hands, but instead he’d given her one of the most erotic and arousing spankings of her life. What am I thinking? It’s the only erotic spanking I’ve ever had. One or two boyfriends had swatted her playfully, but nothing compared to what Master Salvador had done. When she remembered all the cream that flowed down her thighs she blushed. What must he have thought? She blushed again as she remembered he’d tasted her cream and liked it or so he’d said. She’d thought that after he’d given her two orgasms and petted her it meant something to him. I must be bloody stupid. He was only doing his job as a paid Dom in the club, catering to a client. Drat the man why am I still thinking about him? Why am I wasting my time fantasising about him? She picked up her Tatty Teddy and cuddled him. He at least didn’t disappoint. He was always the same and always comforting. She’d do better to remember that in future.

When Master Salvador gathered me into his arms and petted me I was so sure there was some hope, some deeper connection between us. I felt it, so why didn’t he? What a fool I am. Then Edward had spoken the words that shattered her hopes and dreams again. She’d had no wish to stay and watch Master Salvador fuck that blond boy, Olafur, after all he’d done to her. What had Edward had in store for her? When she’d known him at school he’d always had a wild reputation. She’d had no wish to be on the receiving end of a flogging whilst listening or, worse still watching Master Salvador fuck Olafur. What was that about with him, too? She’d felt a deep connection to Olafur. He was gay and she respected that, but nevertheless there had been wordless communication. I could tell he was unhappy, too. I read understanding and compassion for me in his eyes. How did he guess? How did I guess? I just know he’d have told me what was wrong with him if bloody Edward hadn’t come back. Ah well, I’m never going to see him again so I’ll never find out.

She’d do better to put it all out of her mind, put all of them out of her mind. She stood up and checked the door to her flat was locked then, with dragging steps, she went into the bathroom to prepare herself for bed. It was going to be another night alone with her frustration. She wanted someone who’d care for her, understand her, love her, and laugh with her. She wanted the kind of intimacy that comes when two soul-mates become a unit. Was that too much to ask for? She’d thought that maybe Master Salvador was the one when he’d looked at her in that odd way, as if struck by something deeper and more profound. She’d felt a stirring in her heart, and in spite of her misgivings, she’d put every ounce of feeling she possessed into the look she gave him in return. He’d bestowed such pleasure on her. Then, just when she was at her most vulnerable, he’d rejected her. It had been like a bucket of icy water in her face. Why was I so bloody stupid as to hope and think this time it was different? Obviously I was mistaken again. I have no luck finding or keeping a man. Worn out, she climbed into bed. Sleep and the blessed oblivion she craved eluded her. Finally she gave up the struggle. She sat up, put on the light, and reached for her journal. It was under her bag. The bag fell to the floor and the contents spilled out. The scrap of paper she’d found when she’d put her clothes on was among the things she collected and replaced. She read it with astonishment.

“I don’t know why I feel so close to you but I do. This is my telephone number. Edward is always out on Wednesday evenings. I’d like to get to know you better, Rose, will you call me? Olaf.”

Her mouth fell open in astonishment. When did he manage to scribble that for her? She hadn’t noticed. Olaf must be the shortened form of his name. She would call him. She needed a friend and he did too. Maybe they could comfort each other and maybe one day he’d tell her what was wrong. She might even find the courage to share her past with him too. Suddenly the evening didn’t seem such a waste of time after all.

The words flowed from her pen. The pent-up emotions and feelings filled page after page. This recounting of what she felt was always cathartic for her. One day she’d get it organised and into shape and maybe write a book. She smiled at her idea. What, and risk yet another rejection? Not bloody likely. After all, who’d want to read what she wrote? She laughed at herself as she turned out the light.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Olafur wasn’t happy. Why am I here? I don’t want to fuck anyone but Edward. Edward had prevailed because Olafur did want to please him. Edward doesn’t want me to speak all night. He thinks I don’t know it’s just in case Salvador asks me any questions Edward doesn’t want me to answer. Oh well, that doesn’t bother me. Knowing Edward’s propensity for mischief, I wonder what he’s about with the woman, Rose. Edward would never have me fuck a woman would he? Panic gripped him for a moment. I just can’t do it. How odd. I felt a strange connection, some sort of empathy with her when I first set eyes on her. Normally women leave me indifferent, but not her. Maybe it was that sad, sweet smile she greeted me with. She was suffering, too, and he knew how that went.

“Olafur, how many times do you need to be told?” Edward sounded pissed off. Olafur had been deep in his own thoughts and missed something. He looked up at Edward Oh God, I’m in for it now. I’ve made Edward lose face in front of Salvador. There’s a rivalry going on here that I don’t understand. I’d better pay more attention. I’ve made a mistake and now I’m going to pay for it.

“Oh dear, he’s not such a well-trained sub after all.” There was a hint of mockery in Salvador’s voice and Olafur winced. Edward was very inventive in the punishments he meted out and needed no goading from a rival Dom to urge him on.

“Olafur, come over here now. You have one opportunity to redeem yourself unless you want to feel the whip across your back.”

Olafur heard the woman gasp. He didn’t want to feel the whip, either, as Edward could be vicious. He waited for further instructions.

“Suck me off and make it good,” Edward whispered to Olafur. There was a threat in his voice which the sub didn’t miss as his Master handed a tube of lube to him. Olafur sank to his knees in front of his Master and carefully lowered the zip of his leather trousers. He pushed them down over Edward’s lean hips and eased the tight, white boxers over his long, lean, muscled thighs. He sighed in anticipation and breathed in the unique smell of this man who drove him wild with frustration as well as lust. He licked the small pearly drop of pre-cum from Edward’s swollen cock. He loved the salty, spicy taste of it, and suddenly all else faded from his brain as he leaned in to lick his way slowly down the beautiful, thick shaft. He nibbled and sucked on the huge vein throbbing on the side and felt Edward’s hands in his hair.

He took Edward’s sac in one hand and rolled his balls carefully. Edward enjoys a bite of pain, but I’d better not go too far tonight if I don’t want a flogging. He took the beautiful cock into his mouth and sucked in his cheeks, taking him as deep as he could. His head bobbed as he pleasured his Master in the way he preferred. Squeezing lube onto his fingers, his hands parted the firm, taut cheeks of Edward’s bottom and his thumb pressed inside, eliciting a deep moan of satisfaction as he located and massaged his prostate. Soon Edward’s hips began to buck and he pumped his cock deep into Olafur’s throat. Olafur struggled to accommodate him as Edward stilled then his legs trembled as jet after jet of hot cum hit the back of Olafur’s throat. He swallowed convulsively, managing to take it all. Edward bent over Olafur and held onto him to keep from falling over. Olafur was happy to hold him, loving the intimacy of the moment.

It was then that he again became conscious of the other two in the room. Hearing a woman being fucked was high on his list of dislikes, but somehow this one was different. The sweet sound of her sobbing moans didn’t offend him, rather, they increased his own arousal. He remembered the strange connection he’d felt when they’d exchanged looks. I’m glad that she’s getting her share of pleasure, poor little thing. I only hope that Edward will allow me my release, too. Edward stood up and, pulling Olafur to his feet and into his arms tenderly, he kissed him.

“You excelled yourself, love. I haven’t the heart or the energy to wield the whip after that. Come rest with me.”

He led him to the bed and, lying down, took Olafur into his arms and held him close. He petted and stroked his back as he kissed him long and deeply. Olafur forgot everything else, giving himself up to the moment of intimacy. Such moments were becoming scarce and he wanted to prolong it as long as he could. Edward’s strong fingers closed over his cock and began to move, Olafur moaned in appreciation as Edward pumped his hand then licked a slow trail over his throat and down to each sensitive little nipple, nipping at one then the other as Olafur arched his back into the caress. Edward continued down his stomach and finally got to where the Icelander needed him most. Just as he took the purple head of Olafur’s dick into his mouth from the other side of the room, where Salvador continued his ministrations, Rose screamed as she came. Edward swirled his tongue around the head of Olafur’s cock and dipped it daintily into his slit as far as he could, driving his man wild with desire. Olafur writhed and moaned. His groans of pleasure seemed to drive Edward on. He increased the tempo and Olafur felt the familiar tingles begin as Edward sucked his cock deep into his mouth. The wet heat combined with the joy of the increasingly rare moment of intimacy made his release, when it came, all the sweeter, and he shouted Edward’s name as he came deep in his Master’s throat.

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