[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, cropping, flogging, sensation play, sex toys, HEA]
Focused on work, Alexei and Stefano Morozov forget about Samantha Spencer’s biggest art showing. She’s tired of coming in second on their priority list, so she moves to the island resort they bought for her and invites them to follow.
It’s not feasible for Lex and Stef to run Morozov Industries from a tropical island, but they recognize the wake-up call Samantha has delivered. They take some time off, fly to Sanctuary, and spend a few days romancing their submissive. Samantha is in heaven as she explores pony play with Lex and salsa dancing with Stef, and business decisions the brothers make now include consideration of her growing popularity as an artist and her responsibilities as a quarter-owner of their new resort.
When Lex receives some surprising health news, it forces the brothers to make some hard decisions. Will Samantha’s bliss last?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Music drifted from Stef’s room, and his door was open, so she went inside without knocking. His back was to her, and he was dressed in a suit, which meant he was heading out for work soon. As it was Monday morning, she wasn’t surprised. It had been a rare occurrence for them to both take three days off in a row. The weekend had been heavenly.
She approached from behind, enjoying the sound of Stef’s off-key singing, and slipped her arms around him.
He broke off and turned in her embrace. “Hey, gorgeous. I was just about to pound on Lex’s door and ask if you needed rescuing.”
The image of him barging in to find her tied up, gagged, and at Lex’s mercy made her knees weak. His definition of rescuing her probably meant joining in. She giggled and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m here now, if you’d like to rescue me.”
She rubbed her bare mons against his package.
He groaned, but he didn’t move to take things further. “I can’t, Sammy.”
At that moment, she noticed the suitcase on his bed, wide open and half packed with fresh clothes. She pushed him away. “You’re leaving? You didn’t say anything about traveling this week.”
“I know,” he said, reaching for her. “It wasn’t planned. An emergency has arisen.”
She smacked his arms away, a move that might get her punished. Good. It would make him miss his flight, and that would be his punishment for keeping this from her. “Did someone die? Because I can’t think of another reason that would constitute an emergency. For Christ’s sake—you just got back!”
He held his hands out, beckoning her closer.
She perched one hand on a hip and scowled.
“Sammy, be reasonable. This is a huge deal. We have to handle this just right or we’ll lose it.”
She pressed her lips together, but her attempt to censor her thoughts was futile. She lost her battle with her temper. “This is bullshit. You have lots of people who work for you who could go. And besides, it’s always a huge deal. How many huge deals do you need before you’ve made enough money?”
“Don’t ‘Sammy’ me! You have billions of dollars. You bought me a fucking island, and you didn’t even bat an eye at the sticker price.”
“We negotiated very good terms,” he said. He closed the distance she had put between them. “Honey, don’t be angry. We’ll be home in time for the weekend.”
Hot tears pricked the backs of her eyes, and her nose twitched. She struggled not to cry. Her shoulders slumped, and she let Stef put his arms around her. “I’m not angry.”
Just like that, she wasn’t angry. Her underlying emotion came to the surface. She was hurt.
“Is she okay?”
Samantha turned her head to find Lex standing in the doorway with a suitcase on the floor at his feet. Her stomach dropped. “You’re going, too?”
Stefano huffed out a long breath. “You didn’t tell her?”
Lex shook his head. “I thought I’d let you break the news.”
Stefano regarded his brother with his lips pressed together, but Samantha didn’t care if they fought. Too many emotions whirled through her. She tore away from Stef’s hold, stormed past Lex, and went to her room. Her sanctuary. This was the one place in the house where she was in charge. It was turning out to be the place where she slept the most often.
She got dressed in her work clothes, a light smock dress splattered with paint. She twisted her damp curls into a messy knot so it would be out of the way.
She threw the door open to find both of her men standing in the hall.
After hanging up, she rushed into the room to find Stefano setting his briefcase on the floor next to the sofa. He glanced up at her, a huge smile on his face.
“I like this,” he said. “Having you here makes a huge difference, Sammy. I have a reason not to linger in a meeting or with the client.”
She looked behind him, a question in her eyes.
“Lex will be along shortly. He got a call in the lobby that he had to take.” He stroked the edge of his thumb up and down her arm. “I need you, honey. Right now.”
She stripped off her jacket, shivering with residual chill and anticipation. Her shirt and skirt followed, but those she folded neatly over a chair. She had dressed for fine dining.
With one hand on the back of her neck, Stef shoved her down over the sofa. She felt his cock nudge her entrance. She wasn’t quite wet, so the first thrust hurt, but after that, she was fine. He fucked her hard and fast.
“You’re not allowed to come.” He ground out the command as he pumped himself into her. “Tighten around me.”
She did, and that made it even more difficult to resist the siren’s call of her climax. Focusing on the ugly painting across the room, she controlled her breathing and managed to withstand his onslaught. The feel of his warm semen bathing her insides brought her enough fulfillment.
He pulled away, and cool air stirred against the places that were warm from his touch. “Stay like that.”
He rummaged through a drawer that contained their toys. She heard water run and the telltale wheeze of a lube bottle that was almost empty. Time for a run to the store. The silicone toy nudged her back entrance. She breathed out to let it in, and she ended up gasping. It was the widest one they owned, and her Doms rarely used it. The thing hurt going in, and it took her several minutes to adjust to it. She couldn’t walk or sit. Moving was usually too difficult. The toy ensured she was going to “stay like that.”
The door opened again, but it was to her back. She trusted that if anybody was in the hallway, Stef would shield her naked body.
“Hell-o,” Lex said. “What a nice surprise.”
“You’re welcome,” Stefano said. “I’m going to jump in the shower.”
“Sure.” Lex had already lost interest in his brother’s plans.
Samantha wondered if they’d coordinated this, or if they were making it up as they went along. She felt his caress along her bare bottom, and then she heard the rustle of fabric that told her he was lowering his pants.
“No coming,” he ordered.
It wasn’t confirmation that they’d planned anything. Lex and Stef often did the same things to her, and she knew they had no idea how in sync they were with one another.
“No coming,” she repeated. “Got it.”
He also took her fast and hard, pounding into her with such vigor that sitting in the restaurant was going to be a challenge. Sometimes she took one of the circular blowup pillows to ease her discomfort.
The plug added another dimension to the experience. Every time he surged forward, he shoved it deeper into her, fucking her doubly. It was easier for Samantha to hold off her orgasms with vaginal sex than anal, and when they were combined, she struggled not to come. Sharp tingles shot up her spine and her head grew dizzy, sure signs she was about to lose it. She breathed in short, harsh gasps, trying to stave off the inevitable.
Lex climaxed before she lost control, thank goodness. As he came inside her, she sagged over the sofa in relief. That’s when he spanked her.
He started off by punctuating his smacks with soft caresses of her thighs, butt, and lower back. The intensity of each blow varied, making it impossible to predict what was coming next. She braced her hands on the sofa cushion and held on for the ride. Her backside burned pleasantly, and when he centered the blow over the plug, it was too much.
“Please,” she begged. “Not that. You’re making it so hard not to come.” When he didn’t alter his actions, she tried again. “Lex, please!”
The smacks came harder and faster, and she knew they’d soon reach a crescendo. She also knew that Stef had returned, and he was responsible for at least half of the blows.
“Stef, please! I want to be good.”
Just like that, the blows ceased. Two sets of hands righted her. The room took a moment to come into focus as her blood returned to normal flow. They held her steady until she could stand on her own. Now her ass and thighs burned, and she felt wonderfully used.
They stroked her, caressing her as a reward. Lex took her into the shower with him. She held up her hair and let him wash the sweat and the smell of sex from her body. He even took out the plug, laughing when he realized what Stef had done.
“I think Stef is in a particularly sadistic mood tonight.”
The redness on her ass bore witness to the fact that Lex was in the same mood. She was sore, incredibly horny, and she’d be walking funny for the next hour, but she didn’t mind. It had been a while since they’d played hard. Her soul rejoiced at the chance to serve them like this.
She put her arms around Lex as they exited the shower, and she pulled him to her. “I love you, Alexei Morozov.”
He kissed her tenderly, his earlier harshness erased by her declaration and submission.
A brief knock on the door interrupted them. Lex reluctantly released her. “Do you have the device of which we spoke?” he asked in his best imitation of an evil scientist.
Samantha turned to find Stefano holding a metal contraption. She recognized a chastity belt. This particular one had places to attach dildos that would occupy her front and rear entrances, and that’s exactly how Stefano put it on her.
Lex rubbed her hip. “How does it feel?”
“Cruel and unusual. I’m already horny as hell.” And they were locking her out of even being able to rub her thighs together to find some semblance of relief.
“Good,” Stefano replied. “That’s close enough to depraved and diverse. By the end of the night, you’re going to be mindless with need.”
Samantha sighed. “You’re evil. Both of you.”
Alexei put his arms around her. “That’s exactly how you like us.”
Yes, it was.