[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, HEA]
Betsy has nothing left to lose but her life when she manages to escape the vicious carousel of abuse she’s suffered at the hands of her Dom. When her Suncoast Society friends rush to her rescue, Nolan and Kenny volunteer to take Betsy in and protect her, with their friends’ blessings.
Nolan and Kenny are no strangers to having a third, but there’s something different about Betsy. They know she must heal and overcome her physical and mental wounds before they can fully earn her trust. She’s got a lot of help from June, Tilly, Eliza, and others. Still, the men hope that when Betsy’s ready, she might want them as more than just friends.
One thing Betsy knows for sure as she traverses her rocky road to recovery—she wants Nolan and Kenny to be a permanent part of her life. But as her ex’s trial approaches and revenge threatens, will her happy ending with them be ripped away?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
- Karen M in FL
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What she wanted to do was help out a little and start pulling her own weight. The men had spent a chunk of the weekend doing chores inside and out, and she felt badly that they’d gently refused her help doing any of them.
After putting on shorts and a T-shirt, she pulled her still-damp hair back in an elastic band and started working. The house wasn’t dirty, and the men were decent housekeepers. But there were always things to do. She dusted the living room, vacuumed and mopped the floors, wiped down all the kitchen counters and cleaned the fridge.
Then she cleaned all three bathrooms, did her laundry and theirs, and by the time Nolan got home from work, she had a roasted chicken and side dishes almost ready for dinner.
Her heart nervously fluttered in her chest when he walked in the door. “Oh, hey, that smells delicious.” He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before walking down to his bedroom.
Nervous tension ratcheted up inside her, tight, painfully so. She didn’t understand why and was trying to figure it out when Kenny walked in the door.
More painful tension.
“Hey, sweetie.” Another innocent peck on the cheek. “Mmm, yum. Let me go change.”
As the minutes ticked past, she stifled the urge to scream and unsure why, which disturbed her most of all.
She jumped when she heard the men’s bedroom door open, the sound of them talking as they returned to the kitchen.
Then they stopped in the doorway and she froze.
Nolan looked concerned. “Bets, are you all right?”
“I…I cleaned the house today.”
He glanced around, looking confused. “Oookaaay?”
“And did laundry.”
Kenny’s brow furrowed. “Thank you?”
* * * *
The hackles on the back of Kenny’s neck stood up, as if a huge lightning strike were about to hit in the middle of an afternoon storm.
And he was standing there holding a lightning rod.
In the pocket of his shorts he had the small shark’s tooth necklace for Betsy that he’d picked up at lunch in Sarasota. He’d seen it in a store on Main Street as he was walking back to work, and he’d bought it for her on a whim. It wasn’t expensive, a cheap tourist souvenir, but considering the shark’s tooth she had in her dish, he thought maybe she’d like it.
She was acting terrified, frightened, her body language screaming fear with neon-bright energy.
“Did you want to check what I did?” she asked.
She didn’t even sound right, the low, tight tone to her voice not the woman he’d quickly grown more than a little fond of over the past week and a half she’d been living with them.
“Why?” Nolan asked.
Kenny quickly stepped forward, something instinctive in him welling up, protective. His hand slipped into his pocket to find the necklace. Nothing much, just a tooth and some beads strung on a black cord. His fingers closed around it, but he didn’t pull it out yet.
“Bets,” Kenny softly said, “we appreciate you helping out.” He deliberately kept his tone low, gentle, slow, afraid of spooking her in whatever this mental state was that she’d suddenly dropped into.
Tilly had warned them about PTSD. That Betsy might go through it, and that it might trigger in strange, unexpected, and baffling ways, but that they always had to be patient with her when or if it did.
She edged away from them. “If I did something wrong, I’ll do it again.”
He shook his head. “We don’t have any rules about how chores are done. We appreciate you volunteering to help.” He heard Nolan start to speak behind him and he held his other hand up to silence him.
“I…I just wanted to help,” she said, her eyes growing bright. Tears pooled there, spilling down her cheeks.
“We know, sweetie,” Kenny said, slowly bringing his hand out of his pocket, concealing the necklace. “And we appreciate it.”
She looked at him, to Nolan, back to him. He wasn’t even sure at this point if she realized what she was doing. She trembled, her color poor. He was actually afraid she might be close to fainting, but he didn’t want to swoop in, instinctively sure any sudden moves would terrify her, even though he didn’t understand why.
“I swear, I’ll do it over if it’s not right.”
He took a risk and lapsed into what Nolan always teased him was Dom tone. “Bets, look me in the eye, sweetie.”
She finally did. It broke his heart that he couldn’t just fix this shit for her.
“Why are you scared, right now?” he asked.
Her mouth opened…closed…Then her gaze darted around.
“Bets,” he said. “Look at me.”
“I’m sorry we’re scaring you. What did we do to scare you, sweetie?” And that was the only word for it. Terrified. He didn’t know why, but she was.
“You…you didn’t.” She frowned, and he wasn’t sure if she was frowning at him, or at herself.
He tried a trick Tilly had taught them. “I’m going to ask you something, and you need to answer me without thinking about it first. The first thing that pops into your mind. Okay?”
He took a risk and added a little more Dom tone. “Why are you scared of us right now?”
“Please don’t punish me,” she whispered. “If I did the chores wrong, please don’t punish me. I don’t know your rules. We haven’t talked about your rules yet, and I was trying to do the best I could.” She broke down sobbing, her hair hanging in her face as she slumped against the counter.
Rage and sorrow warred inside him. He instinctively shifted to the side to block Nolan when he heard his partner’s gasp of horror behind him and sensed him trying to step forward. He knew Nolan wanted to do exactly what Kenny wanted to do, and that was protect her and take away her fear.
Betsy returned to her men. “Okay. Now that we have our own cheering section, I guess we can get started.”
“June’s not going to hold up numbers or something, is she?” Nolan teased. “Because, I swear, she’d be like the Russian judge just to be a pest, I know she would.”
The men stepped in close, Nolan in front of her, Kenny behind. She felt hard bulges in both their jeans, but they’d have to wait until they got back home.
“Ready to play?” Nolan asked.
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
With Kenny’s help, she pulled off her dress and kicked off her shoes. Then her panties, and she was standing there, naked. The men had put a towel down on the bench for her and helped her onto it.
She didn’t want a gag or a blindfold tonight. She needed to feel as safe as possible, focusing on what they were doing to her, not what she couldn’t do.
Closing her eyes, she breathed out stress and worry and fear as the men’s strong hands caressed her flesh, slowly exploring, feeling, caressing. Yes, it was a little odd that their first truly physically intimate time would be at a dungeon and not alone, but it was better this way. When they returned home, she’d be ready to play in other ways, having had her fears well-allayed already.
Because if this didn’t go well, there wouldn’t be sexy time later, and the men knew it.
Nolan squeezed her ass cheeks, easing up just before it got painful. Then he lightly smacked her on both ass cheeks…
And it was on.
They almost didn’t go hard enough, but she didn’t tell them that. They used floggers on her, their hands, a leather strap—nothing she hadn’t okayed, and not even some of the more strict implements she had okayed.
Then one of them was slapping her ass—she wasn’t sure and didn’t want to open her eyes to look—and she heard the sound of a vibrator clicking to life with a loud hum.
A hand slipped between her legs, exploring, and withdrew. She arched her back as the vibrator then made contact with her clit.
Her fingers curled around the ends of the bench. She didn’t bother trying to hold back her cries. She hadn’t heard anyone else playing yet and knew she likely wasn’t bothering someone’s headspace. The hands stopped slapping her ass, leaving only the vibrator and her orgasm.
Kenny leaned in. “That’s our good girl,” he murmured in her ear. “Just think how good it might feel at home, with one cock in your mouth and another in your pussy at the same time.”
That thought only made her come harder. Yes, the fantasy of having the two of them at the same time was now looking like a pretty certain reality.
Oh, sweet mother dick, she couldn’t wait.
She didn’t know how long she lay squirming there on the bench with Kenny’s hands roaming her flesh while Nolan kept the vibrator perfectly positioned. Just as she thought she might have to safeword, the vibrator shut off and the men draped a towel over her.
Gasping for breath, she laid there and tried to process it.
“Good?” Nolan asked.
She nodded, blindly groping for their hands, finding them, squeezing them.
“Great,” she whispered.
* * * *
They didn’t stay long after that. Once she was up and coherent again, she wanted to get home with them and get busy.
They didn’t disappoint.
In their bedroom, they slowly stripped her again, this time worshipping her body with their mouths as they did. Her nipples, her clit, all over, lips and tongues, in delicious, orgasmic stereo. When they finally got naked, she was pleased to see both men were around eight inches, nicely hung, thank you very much. She’d suspected as much from accidental glimpses here, not to mention the way they’d felt earlier through their jeans.
Nolan laid back on the bed and crooked a finger at her. She crawled up him, kissing him, loving the feel of his body under her, his length rubbing against her clit.
She felt Kenny’s hands between her legs and realized he was rolling a condom on Nolan. Then he held Nolan’s shaft, swiping it back and forth through her juices before she slowly impaled herself on it. She didn’t know if her moan or Nolan’s was louder.
Kenny changed positions, kneeling next to Nolan’s face as he leaned forward and kissed her. A moan escaped Kenny, and when she looked, Nolan had Kenny’s cock in his mouth.
Her pussy fluttered at the sight as she slowly fucked herself on Nolan’s cock. That was, by far, the sexiest thing she’d ever seen in her life.
And she’d watched a lot of gay male Internet porn in her single days, pre-Jack.
She reached down and stroked Nolan’s cheek with one hand as she reached under Kenny and fondled his sac with her other. Kenny’s kiss turned into a tongue-fucking that, added to the way her still-sensitive clit was rubbing against Nolan’s body, ended up sending her over the edge.
Something that pleasantly shocked the hell out of her.
Kenny lifted his mouth from hers. “Did you just come?” he playfully asked.
“Mmmhmm, she did,” Nolan mumbled.
“I was asking her, not you.”
Not only were these two guys hot and hunky, they were fun.
Kenny had brought the vibrator to bed with them. “Guess you don’t want this, huh?” he teased her.
“Please, Sir?” she asked.
“Well, since you asked nicely.” He switched it on and pressed it to her clit.
Another explosion fired off inside her, drawing an answering moan from Nolan in the process.
“Ooh, that was fun,” Kenny said. “Now hurry up and fuck one out of him, baby, so I can fuck that sweet pussy next.”
“I thought he was going to suck you off.” She kind of wanted to see that.
“Maybe later. He’s just keeping me hard for now. I want to be buried in that pussy and feel you have another one around my cock.”
“Do you suck his cock, too?” she asked.
He smiled. “Any chance I get.”