[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, public exhibition, HEA]
A cowboy, a firefighter, and a cop walk into a bar. Each buy a couple of beers and head upstairs. The fun and games of the Tuesday Night BDSM Poker Club are about to commence.
Kinsey Smith relocates to Loving, Kansas, wanting a new start on her own. She has always been a wild one, but since coming to Loving, she finds herself running out of control without a way to stop.
After a woman boldly propositions them then attempts to sign up to ride a wild horse named Rowdy Jackson, Drake Fuller and Logan Williams decide she needs them to tame her wild ways. Just because they are already in a Master/slave relationship is no reason not to add her to their little family.
But when Kinsey’s past shows up, will Kinsey’s men let her go or step up and fight for her?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Slipping out the door and making sure it was locked once he was in the hall, Logan hurried down the hall and then the stairs that led to the main room. For ten o’clock on a Tuesday night, the place was unusually busy. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and scanned the room for Drake, finding him sitting at a booth built for two near the front door. Checking the table, he saw Master had already gotten two beers from the bar. Had he also ordered the plate of nachos they normally shared after a night of games?
As he crossed the room, he kept his eyes on Drake as he always did when they were together. His man was just so beautiful it was hard for him to look away. Not that Drake wanted him to. After three years together, all it took was a look from Drake for Logan to know what the man was thinking, what he was planning, and how he was to react.
Currently his Master looked relaxed, in his usual post-orgasm happy place as he lounged in the booth. His sandy blond hair glinted from the overhead lights, looking a bit shaggy, but gorgeous nonetheless. His baby blue eyes were glowing and they, along with his contented smile, pulled Logan across the room toward their table.
He was almost there when a hand landed on his left ass cheek and squeezed. Jumping at the contact, Logan spun. His eyes widened when he had to look down several inches to find a woman attached to the hand that had just felt him up. The last thing he expected was for a woman to play grab-ass with him. Everyone around here knew he belonged to Drake.
* * * *
Kinsey Smith looked the man up and down and liked what she saw. He was half a foot taller than she was, and probably double her weight, but it was all in solid packed bear-like muscle. His bright yellow T-shirt clung from shoulders to waist, showing off every rippling inch of him. His cargo pants hung loose, except where they molded to a pair of beautifully rounded mounds of ass flesh.
Without thinking there might be repercussions, she grabbed one ass cheek and squeezed. It was as solid packed with muscle as the rest of him. Yummy.
What she had not expected was for the man to grab her wrist, and pull it away from his body as he whirled to face her. Lifting her gaze, she pulled out her bold, brazen Air Force helicopter pilot persona. Her take-no-prisoners attitude had earned her the nickname Ace during her first week of Air Force pilot training. Since then, unless ordered to by her master, she had never backed down from a challenge and was not about to start now.
“You’re cute. Want to go somewhere private and get acquainted?” She winked at the big man.
Sure, she had gone over her normal two-beer limit by at least three beers, but it had been a long time since a man like this had crossed her radar. It had been too long since…she cut that thought off before it could fully His hair was chestnut brown and had just enough curl in it that the slightly longer than military length looked good on him.
The man’s pale brown eyes widened in shock at her words. Without answering her, he turned and pulled her along behind him. When he reached a booth across where another hot, sexy specimen of Midwestern hotness sat, he pulled her up next to him.
“Tell him what you just said to me,” brown eyes ordered, his expression solemn.
For a second the brown hair turned blond, and the brown eyes became ice blue as she was in and back out of a memory. Then she blinked, and the memory faded as quickly as it appeared. She reminded herself that she was in Loving, Kansas, hitting on a man who apparently did not appreciate her effort.
Turning her attention to the man still sitting, she guessed he was as tall as brown eyes, with deep blue eyes and shaggy sandy blond hair. He had a slimmer, more streamlined build than his friend. Where brown eyes could be likened to a bear, this man was more like a cougar, sleek, and tawny as he lounged on the bench.
When she did not answer immediately, blue eyes raised one eyebrow. “Miss? You had something to say to us?”
Kinsey shivered at the thread of power in blue eyes’ voice. Turning her head, she looked from blue eyes to brown and back again. “You two are together?”
Blue eyes smirked. “For three years now. Now what did you want to say?”
Yes, she could see it now. Not only were these two a couple, they were a Dominant/submissive pair, and blue eyes was in charge. Instead of apologizing for her mistake and walking away to drown her loneliness in another beer or three, Kinsey pulled her arm from brown eyes’ lax grip.
She set her hands on her hips, and threw her shoulders back. One of the first rules as a woman living in a military man’s world was never ever let them think you are scared. Second rule was never back down, no matter how deep the shithole was you dug yourself into. The bulge growing in blue eyes’ pants gave her hope that at least one of them was bisexual and looking for a woman.
Looking from one to another, her face burned even as she gave blue eyes a wink and a grin. “I’m Kinsey. You’re hot. Want to have sex?”
“Please Master, not here. Not now,” Logan Williams begged softly.
Sure, it was Tuesday night and the Tuesday Night BDSM Poker Club was in session. And he had been looking forward to receiving his punishment, until she walked in the room and sat down at the table between Carter and Finn. Now all he could think about was going home before he embarrassed himself and his Master, Drake Fuller.
He could not handle playing their Master/boy games.
Not with her in the room watching everything and everyone with wide, curious eyes.
Thankfully he had been the big winner tonight so there were not a pile of IOU markers on the table in front of his Master. Markers he would pay for with his body.
“Excuse me, boy? Did I hear you right? Just because you won at cards does not mean you can top from the bottom?”
Logan dropped his gaze then his head to show his submission to the man he loved more than anything in this world. Then he leaned over and whispered in Drake’s ear, “I’m sorry, Master, but I don’t think I can let go tonight. Not in front of…her.”
Drake turned his head then kissed him. When he pulled back, he did not look disappointed. “Thank you for being honest with me, boy. I would push it, but I know you have an early meeting with Sasha and her client. But be warned. Tomorrow night I’m going to string you up in the barn, put that big plug in your ass, a ring on your cock, and clamps on your nips then take that new paddle you made me and wear your ass out.”
Logan’s cock twitched and his hips shifted with excitement at Drake’s words. “Yes, Master. Thank you.”
“Finish cleaning up and get dressed,” Drake said, sitting back with his beer.
It did not take long for Logan to finish putting the cards away and gathering the trash left by the tray of sandwiches Hannah always brought up. Drake then watched as his boy pulled on the bright yellow shirt with the green lettering that spelled out “Landscaping by Logan” across the front.
Once he had slipped his clean sneakers back on, he returned to kneel at Drake’s side. He did not speak, for that would just be redundant. Master watched closely and knew why he was there.
He sat, entranced at the large bulge that filled the front of Drake’s jeans. Licking his lips, he looked up. “May I suck your cock, Master?”
Drake did not answer, verbally. Instead, he spread his legs enough for Logan to move in between them, opened his jeans, and pulled out his cock. Logan was not surprised to see he was commando. He usually was on game nights. Made for faster stripping, or so he claimed.
“You will not come, boy, or I’ll string you up right here and now and to hell with your meeting, and the woman in the room.”
Logan nodded as he crawled into position. When Drake lifted his hips from the chair, Logan pulled his pants down far enough to completely free Drake’s cock and balls. He leaned close and nuzzled his way from the base to the tip. Sticking out his tongue, he swiped it over the deep red tip, gathering up and savoring the fluid that coated the head. He smiled, and lost himself in the taste of pre-cum and the scent of soap, clean laundry, and healthy male.
Drake sliding a hand through his hair brought him back to the moment. He was not here to please himself by wallowing in the essence of his Master. He was here to please the man in apology.
Wrapping his finger and thumb around the base, he was once again amazed that the fingertips barely touched around Drake’s thickness. Closing his lips around the shaft just below the head, Logan swabbed it thoroughly, savoring the tangy tartness on the skin.
After cleaning the head, he relaxed his jaw and throat as he pushed down, and down, and down, taking the almost ten-inch length in. Holding his breath, he swallowed then pulled back to breath before taking the full length in again. And again. Then, knowing what his Master liked, he began to hum as he slid up and down the length, sucking and licking and massaging the cock until the fingers holding his head tightened.
Then he stopped and opened his mouth as far as he could as Drake began to pump his hips. “Shit, boy, you are too good,” Drake said through gritted teeth as his cock thickened even further and then began to spurt his seed down Logan’s throat.
Logan took all the man had to give then gently cleaned his cock. When Drake pulled him off the sensitive softening length, Logan rested his cheek on the man’s thigh. His own cock was hard and leaking, but unless Drake allowed it, he would be going home like that.
“Did you come, boy?”
“No, Master,” Logan said, trying not to sound too proud of himself.