[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, sex toys, HEA]
There is nothing that Melody wants more than a singing career. That is until she meets brothers Gabriel and Constantine Roman and their friend Jonathan. They are handsome, successful, and sexy men who enter her life suddenly and transform her into their own submissive songbird, but the question is how long will they want her? They tell her they aren’t looking for anything more than hot sex that includes spankings and toys that have her dreaming about them even during the day.
Melody’s songs are a window into her past, a childhood that has left scars enough to last a lifetime. When someone she thought was a friend confronts her and threatens to expose those scars in their ugliest form, she knows she has little choice but to either face her demons or leave the men she has come to love.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Kalissa Alexander is a Siren-exclusive author.
“You know, Melody,” Max said, his eyes connecting with hers, “I don’t know that I properly thanked you for asking me to be your manager. I was skeptical at first about your talent, and for that I apologize. We’re going to make a good team, you and I.”
“Honestly, I didn’t know anyone else to ask, but Constantine encouraged me to make you my manager and he was right. I know that now. I’m glad you’re in my corner. “
“You don’t know how good that makes me feel. I like Constantine. He’s a pretty smart guy, and if I’m not wrong, he seems to have more than a business interest in you.”
Melody felt herself blush. “Possibly. We’re exploring that option.” She wasn’t about to tell him exactly what options were on the table. If he knew, he wouldn’t believe it.
“I know you’re a private person. I didn’t mean to pry. I just hope you feel comfortable with me and that you honestly know I will never ever make a pass at you. I value you and your talent, Melody, and I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that.”
“Thanks, Max. I believe you, and I’m really glad you’re my manager.”
“Well enough of all this,” he said rather gruffly. “I just wanted to clear the air.”
The taxi had pulled up to her apartment building. Max got out and told the driver to wait while he walked to her door.
“Hopefully, now you might be able to afford a place in a nicer neighborhood?”
“Good night, Melody.”
“Good night, Max.”
She closed her door and kicked off her heels. That felt good. She checked her phone and was surprised to see that it was off again. Something was wrong. She was going to have to stop by the store tomorrow for a new one. She couldn’t keep missing her calls, especially now that she was realizing her dreams.
There were five missed calls from Constantine and one from Gabriel. She listened to her voicemails. The last one was from Gabriel. His voice was cold and clipped, and she could feel his anger through the phone.
“Melody, the polite thing to do is to return a person’s call. Constantine’s called you several times. We’re both worried. Call me back!”
She hadn’t ignored their calls deliberately. Her phone wasn’t working. She looked down at her phone and felt bold and daring. She clicked it off. She’d call them tomorrow from her new telephone. She was tired and she didn’t feel like having to explain herself tonight.
She washed and stripped down to her panties before she slipped between the sheets. Tonight she didn’t have to listen to music. Her eyes closed, and she slept.
Something was pounding in her head. It wouldn’t stop. She opened her eyes. Her room was dark. She glanced at her bedside clock. It was three o’clock in the morning. The pounding persisted. Someone was banging on her front door.
With her heart beating out of her chest, she jumped out of bed dragging the top sheet with her that she almost fell over in her haste to answer the door. She looked out the security hole and felt the breath leave her body. Constantine, Gabriel, and Jonathan were standing on the other side of the door, and they weren’t looking any too happy.
Before they pounded on her door again, she swung it open.
“What’s wrong? What are you doing here? I thought you were still in New York.
“What’s wrong?” Gabriel asked through gritted teeth. “You have no idea?”
Constantine just glared at her as he and Jonathan followed Gabriel through the open door. She stepped back in their wake.
“Shut the door!” Gabriel ordered.
She shut it.
“Why didn’t you call us back?” Constantine asked, his voice slightly calmer than Gabriel’s.
“My phone’s broken. It keeps shutting off. I thought I’d call you tomorrow when I buy a new one.”
“You turned your phone on, then? You knew we called?” Gabriel asked, his voice measured in an attempt to control his anger.
“That was very inconsiderate of you. Do you have any idea how worried we were about you? We called Max, but he wasn’t answering his phone either. Have you been alone all night?” Gabriel’s eyes narrowed, his breathing uneven.
“Yes. Of course I was. I mean, I did go to dinner with Max, but he dropped me off here right after.”
“So you didn’t invite him in?” Constantine asked, his eyes hooded, his expression unreadable.
“No,” she whispered. “I wouldn’t do that. It’s not like that between Max and me. It’s just not.”
“Good,” Constantine said, letting out a breath. “In future, call us back or at the least send us a text in response. You’re all alone here, and this neighborhood leaves a lot to be desired.”
You need to move,” Gabriel told her.
“Max said the same thing.”
“Well, we all agree on that,” Gabriel said, running his hand through his hair.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I’m not used to anyone worrying about me. And I suppose it would be nice to have a bigger place.”
“It’s okay, Melody,” Jonathan said with a smile. “It seems you got these two pretty riled up. I hope you don’t mind that I tagged along.”
“Hi, Jonathan. I’m glad you’re here.” She looked down, knowing she was blushing. She was practically naked beneath the sheet, and it wasn’t like she didn’t know that he was part of the package.
“Are you? I hope you are. I should have been with you the other night. Sometimes I hate my job.”
“You’re here now,” she whispered, knowing Constantine and Gabriel were watching them.
Gabriel walked toward her, his blue eyes dark and dangerous. She stepped back her body making contact with the door.
“Are you naked under that sheet?” he asked.
“But you want to hurt me,” she whispered.
No!” all three of them said in unison.
“What we’re proposing,” Gabriel said softly, “is something quite different. It’s not being done to hurt you. We’re not sadists. We don’t get pleasure from hurting you, or seeing you beaten. Our pleasure is derived from you willingly giving us your trust to control your sexual journey that will give us all pleasure. On that journey there can be forms of play that will also bring some pain, but no more than you wish. ”
“When you spank me, it will hurt.”
“We won’t spank you or do anything you don’t want. If it causes you unhappiness, then it’s not what we want. We only want to show you how to enhance your sexual pleasure with the kind of submission that is freely given and that will take your breath away, not your self-worth. However, we can forgo all that, if you’re not able to participate willingly. We can’t subject you to anything that would cause you harm.”
“But, it’s what you like to do. Without my submission, you won’t be sexually satisfied, will you?”
“You’ve already submitted yourself to us sexually, and the only pain you’ve experienced was nipple play. Would you want to do that again?”
“Yes,” she said barely above a whisper.
“Good.” Gabriel smiled.
“But Melody,” Constantine said before he kissed her forehead. “Although this is about sexual pleasure, I don’t want you to think we see you as nothing more than a toy.”
“He’s so right.” Gabriel shifted slightly. “I use the word sex because I don’t want us to get ahead of ourselves. But you, my beautiful, sweet Melody, are the first woman I’ve wanted like this, and it’s more than just sex.”
His fingers outlined her breasts beneath her shirt. Slowly, he circled her nipples. One by one, he unbuttoned her blouse and opened it to expose her bra. “We want to give you a taste of how much we need you. Do you want us?”
“I do want you. You’re all I’ve thought about, too. I’m glad that you think I’m special and that what’s happened between us is not the norm for you either.”
“Far from it. Now, please take off your shirt and bra. I need to see you,” he commanded.
She lifted herself up and removed her shirt and then her bra as they watched. She could see the flare of their nostrils and their breathing increase when she let her bra drop to allow her breasts the freedom they wanted. It made her heady with the knowledge that she could do this to them.
“Lay back down between us.” Gabriel groaned.
Each man caressed her as they took turns suckling her nipples and kissing her. She closed her eyes and let the erotic sensations they were each creating consume her. She felt her pussy tighten. The dull ache within her center had begun, and all she wanted was to enjoy it.
They teased and nipped her swollen nubs, making her writhe and moan on the bed. When Gabriel pinched her nipple hard, her eyes flew open. His mouth immediately followed. She moaned as her pussy gushed her juices into her panties.
“Shall I do it again, Melody?” Gabriel asked.
“It feels so good,” she whispered. “Why does it feel so good?”
“Because it’s what you want,” Jonathan whispered. He did the same to her other nipple. She moaned. He continued to nip, bite, and soothe with his mouth. She arched her back. She wanted them both so badly. Her panties were soaked.
“Submitting to pleasure and pain is not wrong when you want it. Tell me, Melody, do you want this? Look at me.” Gabriel commanded her.
She opened her eyes to see he had lifted himself on his elbow and was gazing into her with a dark intensity that was sexy as hell.
“I want this,” she responded.
“Then let us show you more. I’m going to take off your jeans. I want to see your need.”
She lifted her behind and within seconds her jeans were gone. Gabriel rubbed her mound with his hand through her panties. “So wet.”
She wanted the material between his hands and her pussy to be gone. “Take off my panties, please,” she whimpered.
“Your wish is my command,” he murmured hoarsely. He eased them down her legs. She moaned as she kicked herself free of them. He lowered himself and spread her legs open. Jonathan and Constantine continued their assault on her nipples.
Gabriel licked between her labia. She cried out. Her whole body felt like it was being assailed by pins and needles of pleasure.
Constantine lifted his head from her breasts. “Do you have any scarves?”
“Ummmm.” She had to think. “Yes, hanging on the back of my closet.”
“I want to tie your hands and then blindfold you. It won’t hurt,” he said gently. However, it will mean you are willing to give us control of your pleasure.”
At this point, she would stand on her head if that was what pleased them. There was nothing scary about what they were doing, and she did trust them. Maybe that was why the nipple clamps hadn’t fazed her. She had trusted them, and now that they understood her past, she knew they would do nothing unless she wanted them to.
“Please, do as you wish. I want you to.”
“In the words of my brother”—Constantine growled—“your wish is our command.”