[Siren Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, public exhibition, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Trista Cangelosi hasn’t had an easy life. Left to live with her grandparents for the first half of her childhood, she was later forced to live with her parents and sister, all of whom hated her. She works as a librarian with the “Leprechaun” O’Reilly, a troll of a man who sexually harasses most of his female employees. Her father, Santino Cangelosi, is being investigated by the Kansas City Police Department.
They send in their best detective team, Reno Wolfe and his partner Xavier, who are also Doms at Hell's Place’s dungeon. After a brief but embarrassing meeting at a dungeon, Reno offers to train her as a sub while the investigation on her father continues. He swears that he can get her ready for a permanent Dom, but will he be able to get her to submit to his will?
A Siren Erotic Romance
- Barefoot Okie
“Oh, you must be here for Ari’s demonstration.” She nodded toward the tall blonde in leather across the room from them. She was wielding a flogger as she attempted to get any man she could to let her whip him.
Reno knew Arianna, yet he wasn’t impressed. In the month or so that she’d been tending bar for his brother, she’d caused more of the fights than the alcohol had. Dallas had been smitten, for all of a day or two. Now the younger man was looking for a legal reason to terminate her employment.
“No, we punish women.” Xavier, Reno’s friend and partner at the Kansas City Police Department, came around to the other side of Trista. Lord help her, he was as hard as the other man.
Hot damn, they were surrounding her. She’d never felt so feminine or protected in her whole life. She knew the taller man, Reno. He was a bouncer sometimes upstairs at the big bar. She’d never talked to him. Her sister didn’t allow it.
To be perfectly honest, she’d never even thought to try. He was so much more than she’d ever be able to handle, if the rumors about him were true. And Ari had made sure that Trista had heard each and every one that she could. Trista was sure that the spiteful woman had even made up a few of them along the way.
“You need to let her friend know that she”—Reno motioned toward Trista—“has plans for the rest of the evening.”
As Trista attempted to move around the raven-haired giant, the other man pulled her tight between them. “Stay where you are,” the other man demanded. When she tried to turn around to tell him off, she was cut short. Someone smacked her ass!
Startled, she stood there with her mouth open, looking like a fool. She definitely needed to go back upstairs. She would wait for their highnesses to finish with their crap.
“Ari is not going to like this, Chubbs! You know you’re supposed to wait on your sister!”
“Slavery was abolished in 1865. Now, if she would choose to become my sexual slave”—a big hand went out to stroke his chin—“I think I would be more than willing to handle that.” Trista listened as Master Reno informed the stupid little twit. “You need to get back to your friend over there real quick.”
“And why the hell is that?” Elise demanded to know.
“Oh, she’s going to get what’s coming to her. You don’t want to miss it.” Trista heard Reno chuckle as they watched Dallas heading her way as Ari proceeded to ignore a young man’s safe word.
Trista wanted to see as well, but damn it, they were keeping her in the dark. She couldn’t see behind the giant, and other man still wasn’t letting her move to the side of them. She poked the big guy in the back. “Excuse me?” She kept her voice on the same professional level that she used at work.
Nothing—the man wouldn’t even turn around and look at her. She didn’t have enough room to kick him, which was her next impulse. His legs were slightly spread as he maintained his position in front of her.
Without warning, Trista reached out with her small fingers, clamped down hard around his nuts, and squeezed fairly hard. She heard him gasping, and he bent over in what appeared to be an effort to protect them from her as she tried to emasculate him.
Trista seized the moment and slipped away from the fray as the other guy tried to figure out what was wrong with his friend. While she wanted to see what trouble her sister would be getting into, she decided it would be a hell of a lot safer if she went up to the bar. Um, maybe outside the bar, she told herself because she didn’t feel it was safe for her anymore.
* * * *
As soon as he found her, Reno vowed he was going to kill her. “Where did she go?” he slowly enunciated as he held his testicles. His voice had never been so high before.
“Man, I think she hightailed it out of here,” Xavier informed him with a laugh. “Who would have thought that that lil’ piece of ass would have fought back?”
“I’m so fucking glad that you think this is funny.” The pair watched as a certain blonde, along with her twenty friends, was escorted out of the dungeon. It was really funny how the new full-time bouncer, Kadeem, managed to swat her ass each time she struggled against him. This man was huge, a body builder, and a Dom as well.
“Well, that part was!” Xavier chuckled as the blonde performed wildly on her way out. “Do you know who the little one was?”
“Yeah, her sister.” Reno stood, still slightly bent over, but he was able to move now.
“Dude, her name is…?”
“Cangelosi, I think.”
“Someone named their daughter Cangelosi?”
“Her last name is Cangelosi, dumbass. There can’t be that many of them in Kansas City, right?”
“What is your safe word?” he asked as he pulled things out of his bag. Cuffs, a flogger, and several other things were placed on the table.
“Book,” she stated as she stared at his tools. Arianna had mentioned a whip, but he didn’t pull one out of his bag.
“Good one,” he agreed. “Give me your hands.”
As directed, she placed her hands out to him. “This is bondage tape,” he explained as he used it to restrain her wrists in front of her. “It won’t pull your skin, and I won’t have to worry about you cutting your wrists like you could with my handcuffs.” The blue tape kept her hands from touching anything but themselves.
“You’ve followed my directions very well, pet. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” His voice flowed over her like velvet and sent shivers down her arms.
“Yes, sir.” One big hand cupped her face, smoothed her hair back, and tilted her chin up so that she could look into his seductive black eyes.
“Good answer. I want you to lay back for me,” he instructed as he helped her to lean back against the sofa. “Spread your legs. I want to look at my pussy.” He heard her gasp and smiled. Her movements were slow, but she spread her legs just the same. “You’re pussy is so sexy.” His hand slid down to trace her flesh. “So soft. You wax?”
“Laser,” she corrected. Apparently, she hadn’t spread her legs open far enough because he lifted one toward the back of the sofa and the other on the floor, then placed himself in the open space.
His hand left her pussy and went north. The way he had her arms taped together made her arms push her breasts close together. The pink tips were hard, just waiting for him to play with them. She watched as he lightly traced over one peak then the other. He used his forefingers and his thumbs to gently pluck at them, again and again, only each time the tension was a little harder.
She moaned. Each teasing touch he gave her nipples, she felt in her clit. She tried to close her legs together so she could find some relief, but he wouldn’t let her in this position. She knew she was getting wet, and she could smell her arousal just as easily as she knew he could. But instead of embarrassing her, it turned her on even more.
“Do you like your nipples being played with, pet, or would you rather me play with your sweet little pussy?” He sucked a nipple into his hot, wet mouth as his fingers plucked and teased her other nipple. She let out a yelp as she felt his teeth bite down gently. Arching her hips, she hoped for some relief before she went up in flames.
“Please, sir,” she groaned when he lifted away from her breasts. “Please!”
“Please what, pet?”
“I need to come, sir.”
“Not yet, pet,” he replied as he settled a little further down on the sofa. His face was right at her cunt. “Watch me.”
“Oh fuck,” she gasped as she watched him. His eyes held her hers as he slid his tongue from her one end of her pussy up to her clit.
“You taste so sweet, pet, just like honey.” Her juices coated his face as he spoke, but it didn’t stop him from licking her again. His tongue flicked against her clit before he sucked the delicate morsel into his mouth. His tongue rubbed and teased as he increased the pressure with his mouth. Just as she was about to climax, he pulled back, his face wet with her juices.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she screamed, frustrated beyond belief. He couldn’t be this cruel to her! “I thought you were rewarding me, not trying to kill me with sexual frustration,” she whined as she tried to move away from him.
A hard smack from his hand against her cunt lifted her off of the sofa. Her body shuddered as she fought for her climax. “What did you say, sub?”
“Please, sir. I need to come.”
“I told you last night, Trista, your pleasure belongs to me. That’s the way these relationships work. You have to trust me to please you.” His hand was lightly rubbing her clit. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.” She was gasping again as his hands pushed back her clitoral hood, she felt him lean down and brush his tongue over her clit before he sucked the delicious little organ into his mouth and began to hum.