[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, voyeurism, public exhibition, spanking, paddling, caning, whipping, fisting, sex toys, HEA]
When Gaynor Lee and Cameron Wilson discover their Dom is a wolf shape-shifter, their relationship is suddenly turned on its head. Everything has to change. For protection, they consider moving into a BDSM community, Carnal Connections, but then rogue panthers try to steal Gaynor’s friend Ramona. Is nowhere safe to live?
And how will they adjust to life in a BDSM community? They’ve always practiced a moderate form of BDSM, nothing too hard-core. Not to mention that Tor Martin is a wolf and most of the other shape-shifters there are panthers. Can cats and dogs cooperate, especially when some of them are Doms?
Meanwhile, Carnal Connections opens their eyes and minds to all sorts of sexual possibilities. BDSM has always been immensely freeing and fulfilling for all of them, but it gets even better. Until Tor wants Gaynor and Cameron to commit to him.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Cara Adams is a Siren-exclusive author.
More From Unchained Love
The basketball round-robin was an even bigger event than he’d gathered from the community service broadcast he’d heard on his car radio on his commute from work on Friday. There must have been at least twenty different matches going on simultaneously. Some of them were pretty ordinary, but others were between very evenly matched teams so were excellent fun to watch, and others still had one or more very good players, which also made for exciting viewing.
All the teams were mixed, with a minimum of two people of each gender, and Gaynor had been quick to point out that what some of the women lacked in height or power, they more than made up for in skills. The three of them certainly saw some very tricky teamwork and neat moves.
“Oh, look. There’s Ramona playing over there. Let’s go watch her team.”
“Ramona? Oh, she’s someone you work with. The woman who’s really good with animals?” asked Cameron.
“That’s right. Long black hair. A member of the team wearing the red shirts,” said Gaynor.
Tor took Gaynor’s hand and they weaved their way in and out of the crowds over to the court where a team of basketballers wearing red shirts were competing against a group that wore purple tops. But whereas all the other teams Tor had noticed were wearing matching shorts, and some even had matching socks and shoes, on the purple team some had black shorts and others navy, and there was no unity at all about their footwear. Mentally Tor shrugged. Likely they were a community group who’d simply amalgamated to play in this competition. A group of people from a club who’d wanted to join in today but didn’t usually play together. After all, giving up an entire day to play basketball was a lot bigger commitment than just playing for an hour or so one night a week.
Tor was entranced by the match. The woman, Ramona, was an excellent player, very fast on her feet and almost always able to guess which way the ball would go. One of the other men on her team, a big guy with black hair, seemed to be watching out for her though, almost as if he was worried someone would hurt her. Ha. I bet she’s his submissive. Likely he didn’t really want her to play today but agreed because it was something she genuinely enjoys doing.
The purple team seemed to be playing a very hard game. Playing the person more than the ball, too, Tor thought. He cut a glance over to Cameron and noticed the man frowning. Yes, he saw it, too. It was a very energetic, tactical, well-matched game, but purple were pushing the boundaries a little, although the umpires didn’t seem to have noticed, likely because it was such a fast game. Both sides really were good. But Tor now was certain this was why the big guy was keeping such a close watch on Ramona. He was obviously afraid someone might hurt her.
This game was being played on one of the more distant courts. It, and the court next to it, backed onto parkland, which was wild, bushy, and didn’t seem to be very well maintained. The fence was just a few strands of wire, not very high, and sagging wire at that. Tor had taken his eyes off the game and was scanning the tall grass and straggly trees when Gaynor gasped. He quickly looked back at the match to see the big guy punch a man who had grabbed Ramona’s ponytail.
“That may not actually be illegal, but that was,” said Cameron rather cryptically.
“Huh?” asked Gaynor.
“You aren’t supposed to pull people’s hair in football either, but basically no one who does it is ever punished. However, punching someone is definitely a no-no.”
The court went wild. Three or four men in purple shirts jumped on the big guy and started punching him. The purple-shirted woman with the ball swiveled and just stood there holding it. A man in a red shirt snatched the ball from her and started up the court with it, while several other red-shirted people had joined the fight.
One of the umpires blew his whistle, but no one was paying him any mind.
The crowd started pushing and shoving, some of them running onto the court to join the fight.
“Lie down, Gaynor. Put your head in Cameron’s lap.”
She did as instructed, not saying a word but giving as sexy a wiggle as she could manage with her ass and hips as she lay down. She was more than ready to begin playing the scene.
Tor opened the bag and withdrew a tiny box. He placed the bag on the nightstand with his flogger, then opened the box. He rested it on her thigh, so she couldn’t see what was inside it but Cameron could. She glanced up at Cameron’s face and saw his gaze heavy lidded with lust. Whatever could be in the box?
Tor kneeled beside the bed and sucked her left breast into his mouth. Gaynor sighed with pleasure. He did that so well. He didn’t just tease the nipple but drew in the areola and flesh around it as well, sucking them deep into his mouth, making them hot and wet with his saliva. It made the rest of her hot and wet, too, with desire for more of his touching.
She wanted to thrust her breast up into his mouth, to force him take more of her, but knew that would only make him stop sucking her nipple. He was the one deciding what to do here. Her job was simply to enjoy it. So she waited to see what he’d do next. When he took his mouth off her skin she almost complained but managed to tighten her lips and remain quiet. But damn, she wanted more!
Tor scraped his teeth over her nipple, and she had to bite her bottom lip to prevent a moan escaping her mouth. That was so good.
He picked up the little box, took something from it, and stretched her nipple out, elongating it between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. With his other hand he placed the tiny object over her nipple, tightening a screw with his fingers. Nipple clamps. I’ve never worn them before.
There was a slight bite of pain as the clamps tightened, but he sucked her nipple again, soothing it, before placing his mouth over her other breast. This time she appreciated his actions even more as she knew what was happening. Again he wet her nipple and areola, stretched the nipple right out, ensuring it was fully engorged, then placed the clamp over it, tightening it until she was resting on the border of pleasure and pain.
Now what will he do? Or will Cameron do something?
Tor took a chain from the tiny box. Gaynor was confused. Was it a neck chain for Cameron to wear? But no, Tor leaned over her body again and attached one end of the chain to one nipple clamp and the other end to the other nipple jewelry. But Tor was still holding a length of chain. How could that be? Both nipples were already connected by the chain.
This time Tor leaned over her pussy and flicked his tongue over her clit. She almost gasped, but she managed to hold the sound inside her. A clit clamp! She’d heard of them but had never seen one, and now she was about to be wearing one. Tor sucked her clit hard, causing it to grow and heat. Cream was dripping from her pussy she was so aroused by the touching and the pressure of the nipple clips on her breasts. What effect would the clit clamp have? Would it bring her to orgasm? Or would it be painful when it was attached?
It felt much the same as the nipple clips. A sting of pain, then the throb of a highly aroused piece of flesh under pressure. When Tor attached the chain, he played with it for a while, adding weight and pressure to this nipple, then that one, then tugging on her clit.
“See how pink her skin is, Cameron. I could make her come very easily. Couldn’t I, Gaynor?”
“Would you like to come right now?”
“Oh yes, please.”
“But that would spoil it, wouldn’t it. You’d only have a small orgasm. I want you to wait much longer, so you have a better climax. You will wait, won’t you, Gaynor?”
She knew he was right, but dammit she wanted to come, now. However, she nodded her head. “All right. I’ll wait, Sir.”
“That’s a good sub.” Tor pulled on the chains again, her clit, her right breast, her clit, her left breast. Immediately her entire body throbbed and hummed with desire, every inch of her body, every nerve ending screaming for release.
Tor stood over her, and she knew he understood how close she was to orgasming. Another touch would send her screaming off the cliff.
“Suck my cock,” he ordered her.