Mastering Melody (MFM)
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, voyeurism, spanking, flogging, whipping, sex toys, HEA]
Melody Jeffers has a secret.
She craves a lifestyle she doesn’t even understand, but she has to know, needs to find out where the strange urges come from before she marries her best friend, Bradley Griffin.
When Ryan discovers his brother’s fiancé has wandered into his BDSM club he’s momentarily shocked. Since announcing their engagement he’s been careful to avoid the happy couple. He may have been Melody’s first, but her future is with his brother. Yet, when he realizes she’s a lost and confused natural submissive, he has trouble letting go.
Bradley can see the attraction between his fiancé and his brother and asks Ryan for help to train her as a submissive. He knows he’s risking his future, but if sharing her will make Melody happy he’s willing to try.
But can a relationship survive between three people with very different needs?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
4.5 STARS: "Clark is a new author to me that I am quite enjoying. She has written a series of BDSM books, which have the same theme, but are more of a How To series mixed in with romance. All three that I have read are ménages, and all are well written and paced. They center around complete BDSM neophytes being taught by men who are well into the lifestyle. Some of the same characters recur in each book, so they are loosely connected. Melody had a brief affair and lost her virginity to Ryan ten years ago. Now she’s engaged to his brother Brad, but feels something is missing from their sex life. She is terrified to actually seek out a BDSM club and see if that’s what she needs, but when she does, she finds Ryan owns the club. When Ryan tells Brad Melody is at the club alone, she finds out she wants both men to teach her what she’s been missing. Enjoy all of Clark’s books including Mastering Melody, for a rainy afternoon or holiday read." -- Alberta, Manic Readers
“Little sub, is what Ryan says true? Are you engaged to marry his brother?”
I drop my gaze to the floor and nod miserably. I need to know why I feel this way, why I seem to need more than what my fiancé is giving me, but I never had any intention of betraying him. I wouldn’t do that to Bradley.
Mitchell lifts my face again, holding my jaw the same way Ryan had done only moments ago. “Things aren’t as bad as they seem, little sub,” he says with a soft smile. “Ryan wants to talk to you. Do you want to speak to him?”
I nod, fighting back tears as I wonder how to explain my presence here at a BDSM club. If I’d known Ryan was a member here, I would never have dreamed of stepping foot in the place. But that raises another question. Why the hell didn’t I know? How can I have known Ryan all my life and not have known he was a Dom? God, I’ve always said Ryan was one of my best friends. How could I have not known who he truly was?
Mitchell smiles as he leans over and breaks the yellow bracelet off my wrist.
“Relax, little sub, Ryan won’t hurt you…much.”
Almost before I can blink Ryan grabs my wrists and wraps leather cuffs around them. They’re clipped behind my back before I can voice my protest. But the words barely form on my tongue before he whispers a warning in my ear.
“Not a word, little sub. Attract any attention and I will drag your jeans and panties to your ankles and make you walk through the entire club twice.” I can’t suppress the shiver that gives me. I don’t want to be humiliated, but, oh god, just the thought of being put on display like that has my pussy creaming and my clit tingling with need. “Not one word,” Ryan reiterates in a strangled-sounding voice as he grabs my upper arm and guides me through the crowded room.
A moment before Ryan drags me through a doorway I finally catch sight of Mitchell and his sub. They both seem to be quite amused by my predicament, but it’s the wink Mitchell sends my way that leaves me confused. Surely they realize nothing can happen between me and Ryan. I’m engaged to his brother, for heaven’s sake.
Oh, god. I’m engaged to Bradley. I shouldn’t even be here.
“Sit,” Ryan orders as he escorts me into an ordinary-looking office and practically drops me onto a sofa near the door. I do as I’m told, hoping to calm him down long enough to talk rationally.
“Ry, I’m sor—”
But he cuts off my words with a glare, snatches up the phone, and begins dialing a number.
“Please don’t call him.”
“One more word, little sub,” Ryan says in a voice that could almost be a growl, “and I will gag you.”
I’m on the verge of tears, but it doesn’t soften Ryan’s demeanor. “Ry, please.”
He shakes his head, gives me a sad look, and then walks into an adjoining room. I struggle with the cuffs when I hear water running. I can extricate myself from this whole mess if I can just get the cuffs undone. I briefly consider trying to open the door even though my hands are secured behind my back but quickly discard the idea as stupid and probably dangerous. I don’t fancy explaining how I broke my nose when I stumbled with my hands cuffed behind my back.
But when Ryan comes back into the room with an item I’ve only ever seen on the Internet in his hands, I’m suddenly wishing I’d gone with the stupid plan.
I try to awkwardly lever myself out of the sofa. Shit, who would have thought it’s that much harder to get up with my arms tied behind my back? “Stop,” he growls as he steps closer.
“Please, no,” I say as he grips the back of my neck. “I’ll be good.”
“Too late,” he says as he pushes the ball gag against my lips. I try to hold my jaw closed, but he wraps a hand firmly around the back of my neck and holds the ball part against my mouth. “Give up, little sub. You read the rules. You know I’m allowed to do this.”
I try to shake my head. I kind of didn’t read the rules. More like skimmed them, but in my defense I’d already been starting to freak out at my own imaginings by that stage. But my jaw is aching already and our battle of wills is short lived. I try to open my mouth gracefully, pretending that it was somehow my idea, and he secures the ball gag quickly.
“Good girl,” he says quietly and then presses a kiss to my forehead.
He goes back to the telephone and dials again.
Tears fill my eyes as I wait for my fiancé to answer.
“Yes, baby girl, I want you to explore everything about this life,” Bradley says, reaching under the blankets to fondle my breast. Ryan moves his hand away in deference to his brother, but it’s where he moves it to that has my breath jamming in my lungs. “We need to find a balance that suits all of us.” Bradley grins wickedly, obviously aware of what Ryan is up to. “For the next seven days you’ll be mine and Ryan’s full-time submissive and we’ll be your Doms. You’ll do what you’re told, when you’re told, and you won’t argue about it. Do I make myself clear?”
“Clear? Yes,” I try to say sarcastically, but it’s a little hard to hit the right note when Ryan chooses that moment to shove several fingers deep inside my pussy. “But I don’t think I’m going to like it.” My words are choppy and almost sound like a lie, but I need to get my point across.
“You will never know unless you try it,” Bradley says as he leans over and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Now be a good little sub, get on your knees, and pleasure your Dom before he goes to work.”
He grips my hand and helps me out of the bed. I’ve never given him a blow job before. Sure, I messed around with a few guys over the years, but I really didn’t know what I was doing. “I don’t know how,” I whisper worriedly. What if I let him down? What if I can’t be what he needs?
“It’s okay, little sub,” Ryan says from behind me. “We’ll teach you everything you need to know.”
Bradley drops the towel, and his hard cock springs free only inches from my face. I sigh as he slides his hand over my neck, fisting the hair at the base of my skull. Fuck, I never realized how excited something as simple as being unable to move my head makes me feel.
“Open,” he says as he presses his cock against my lips. I do as he says, opening my mouth wider as he slides deep into my throat. He holds there for a moment, watching me closely as I struggle with my gag reflex. He pulls back out and rests his cock against my lips again. “Close your lips this time and suck on my cock, little sub.”
I try to nod, but his grip tightens and I realize my response is not required. As a submissive I’m not expected to agree with my Dom’s orders. I’m just expected to follow them.
This time he pushes a little deeper, a little faster, holding me still just a little bit longer. He eases back again, his cock shiny with my saliva as he moves a step away.
“What do you think, Master Ryan? Is our little sub learning her lesson well?”
“Perhaps,” Ryan says from his position on the bed. Freed from Bradley’s hold, I turn my head to see Ryan has a hard grip on his own cock, his hand sliding up and down the thick shaft. “But I think maybe you should insist that she swallows this time instead of gagging.”
“I didn’t gag,” I say defensively. I did a good job controlling my gag reflex.
“Did we ask your opinion, little sub?” Ryan asks, suddenly standing beside me, his hand gripping the back of my neck almost, but not quite, painfully.
“N–No, Sir,” I say, hoping that by remembering to use the correct title he’ll go just a little bit easier on me.
“Middle of the bed, facedown,” he orders as he drags the bedding to the floor. With that tight grip he guides me into the position he wants. “Don’t move.”
I want to lift my head. I want to see what’s coming. I have no idea what he has planned. But a good healthy dose of self preservation keeps me exactly where he put me, my head turned away from where he’s rummaging in a drawer.
I jolt a little in fright when I hear something being unwrapped. I think one of them steps into the bathroom for a moment because I hear a tap running, but he’s back quickly.
“Hold her open, Master Bradley,” Ryan says in a deep voice that sends both fear and arousal skittering through me. Hold me open? What the hell does he mean by that?
I almost crawl away when I feel Bradley’s big hands press against my ass, his firm pressure prying apart my butt cheeks, exposing my anus to their gaze. I can’t deny the dark thrill that sweeps through me. I’ve long been curious about anal play. I’ve just never had the courage to try it.
The cold liquid against my hole is shocking, but I barely have a moment to adjust before something that seems flexible, maybe rubbery, rolls over my anus again and again.
“Breathe out, little sub,” Ryan instructs as the thing—a butt plug?—pushes past the tight ring of muscle. I gasp as it widens, forcing open my virgin hole. I whimper as the sting grows unbearable. “Almost there, little sub.”
I sigh with relief when my muscles close around a thinner part. Ryan wiggles it slightly, adjusting it to a more comfortable position, setting off nerve endings I’ve never dreamed were there.
“Good girl,” Ryan says as he helps me off the bed and back onto my knees. “Now, behave, little sub, and I won’t have to punish you further.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say a moment before Bradley once again slides his hand into my hair and his cock into my mouth. He pushes to the back of my throat without warning, holding me there, forcing my compliance.
“Swallow,” he growls in a tone of voice I’ve never heard from him before.