5 RINGS: "Peyton Elizabeth continues to enthrall readers with her Safeword LLD series. I don’t normally prefer ménage stories, but the author so expertly weaves her two dominants into the story that I continue to be intrigued and interested each and every time. Lashe and Sander are the perfect brother duo of intense and relaxed, sexy and intelligent. I admit, after being exposed here and there in previous stories of Trish and her journalistic tenacity, I wasn’t sure I would enjoy her as a heroine, but as Plato said, “…everyone is fighting a hard battle.” Once Trish’s internal battle was revealed, I was able to wholeheartedly support her as this story’s heroine, and rejoice in her happy ending. ; -- Bella, Fallen Angel Reviews
4 STARS: "This is the fifth in the Safeword LLC series and is a return to the exceptionally good writing of theatruegemaward first three books. Trish was discovered wearing a wire in a BDSM Club in order to gain information for the story she was writing. Not only was she banned from the club for life, it also turned out that her bosses were members of the club, and she resigned her job to avoid a conflict of interest. When Kennedy Van Camp approached Trish and offered her the opportunity to explore the BDSM lifestyle, Trish couldn’t pass up the opportunity. What she didn’t expect was that the two men who wanted her as their submissive were her bosses, Lashe and Sander Bartel. Still certain she could learn enough for her story, she agrees to explore the lifestyle, but wants a contract to be day by day. The two men are drawn to Trish in a way they can’t describe, and they slowly introduce her to BDSM. As they do, all three of them begin to care for each other. Can the two men earn her trust and overlook her secrets? This book was well written, and hotter than a firecracker, with a good plot and very interesting characters. The two Doms are caring, cautious and supportive, and the heroine was intelligent, brave, and independent about her job. This was a captivating read and I will be looking for more from this author." -- Shadow, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
Sander turned and followed the Senator to the door. It was still open and when Warren walked across the threshold, he turned back around.
“Sander, in my position, I can’t afford the scandal that her article would cause me. Heidi doesn’t deserve that either. I’m not a man who tolerates people like Ms. Lawton putting her nose in other people’s business, but I’d go about this above board. I can’t say the same for my colleagues. She’s messing with fire.”
Sander knew what Warren meant, and though his warning was a wake-up call that he and Lashe would have to keep closer tabs on Trish’s daily activities, he wasn’t a man to be cowed.
“I appreciate the advice, Senator,” Sander said, wanting to keep this conversation civil. They weren’t at the club and they certainly weren’t friends. “We’ll stress that to Trish, but know that she is ours—and I don’t mean that in a business sense. She’s our submissive. Anyone stepping out of line will find my brother and I most accommodating if they wish to seek satisfaction. Am I clear?”
Sander could see the surprise in Warren’s face, but the man covered it up rather well. With a nod of his head, he turned to leave. Sander took his time closing the door. It didn’t take two seconds before Trish started telling her side. He turned to face her, leaning up against the door and placing his hands in his pockets. Lashe crossed his arms, raising one hand to rub his fingers over his mouth. Sander knew his brother well enough to know that he was hiding a grin. Lashe always loved when a woman got riled up, and Trish was no exception. His brother was probably thinking of a million ways to contain that energy and channel it through a good flogging. Personally, Sander thought a gag would be more appropriate. His cock twitched at just thinking of a small red ball placed between her plush lips.
“There is absolutely nothing wrong with sitting in a restaurant and taking a photograph of an up-and-coming Senator. The press do it all the time.”
“You’re no longer with the press,” Lashe said, widening his stance. “Trish, this isn’t about kinky sex. BDSM has protocols and the clubs are the safest places for people to play. They are observed by Dungeon Monitors to ensure the safety of the submissives. You know this. Why are you still so dead set against believing that we would have stood there and let his submissive be hit with a cane if she really didn’t want that to happen?”
“She said no, Lashe!”
“I think it’s time for you to experience firsthand what Heidi was feeling, Trish. You’ve had a week, and in all that time, you’ve never forgotten our titles like you have in the past few moments. Your safe word is Caption for use during a scene or you may say Monarch, which the use of will make the contract null and void.”
“What do you mean experience? And I know what my safe words are. Why tell me?”
“Because this might be the instance where you use it,” Sander said, fisting his fingers. His heart sped up at the thought of her walking out after having spent the last week getting to know her, her likes and dislikes, her passions and what made her laugh. But every good Dominant knew when it was time to push his submissive’s boundaries and the time had come. He hoped like hell that she responded well to what they had planned. “Go to my bedroom and undress. I want you in the display position on the end of my bed. You have five minutes.”
“You can’t do that,” Trish said, her face full of shock. For once, Sander was pleased to see he had her off balance enough to where she didn’t blow her bangs in frustration. “I–I’m not—”
“Yes, I can,” Sander replied, pushing himself off of the doorjamb. He slowly walked toward her until they were inches apart. She peered up at him through her thick lashes, and he swore he could feel her breath leave her lips in shallow bursts. “I’m giving you an order, little minx. You’ve done really well and I’m proud of how far you’ve come this past week. But you knew that, eventually, we would push for more. Now is that time.”
“You may open your eyes,” Lashe said, his humor evident. That sparked a touch of anger. She knew that he was standing to her right, so she looked up at him. “Look up.”
Trish shifted her glance away from him to find a mirror above the bed. Her first thought was how cliché and that Sander didn’t strike her as the type of guy to take something out of a porn movie, but when she saw Sander place a thick black cuff around her ankle, she knew the mirror was there for a reason. Doing the same to her other ankle, he then wrapped a thick black strap around her thigh and pulled her leg up and out, keeping her leg bent. Her pussy glistened while her clit seemed red and engorged.
“I see you found the purpose of the mirror,” Lashe murmured, no trace of humor left in his voice. She wanted to turn her head to see if his bulge was just as big as Sander’s, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn her head. “Keep your eyes on your pussy and ass. If I see you look away, you’ll see what your ass looks like after a good spanking.”
Trish was so enamored with the vision above her that she didn’t even notice that Lashe had secured similar fur-lined cuffs on her wrists until she tried to bring her arms down. She was now wide open to their touch. The flesh on her body felt as if someone had lit her on fire.
“There is nothing like seeing a woman bound and knowing that all she can do is accept what we give her,” Sander said in a low voice. Trish didn’t remove her eyes, not that she would have anyway, but she did know that he was now standing at the foot of the bed. He crawled onto the mattress and she could now see him in the mirror. She watched as his hand moved toward her pussy and she held her breath, waiting for his touch. “Watch your clit as I trace my finger around its outer area. What do you see?”
Trish watched as his finger connected with her pink skin, which was shiny with her cream. Her clit was still a flaming red and wanted direct contact, but the feeling of his finger tracing her nub was overwhelming. The air in her lungs came out in a whoosh. She almost raised her hips into his touch but remembered his warning at the last moment. She couldn’t contain the whimper that passed her lips.
“I’m waiting,” Sander said, his voice hardening.
Trish was astounded when she witnessed a dollop of cream escape her pussy. Her body was responding to his voice and another cry spilled out. Since when had she become a massive puddle of wanton need? Shouldn’t she be stronger than this? Sander brought his finger around in a complete circle only to stop at the right side of her clit. That’s right, she thought. He wanted her to answer him.
“I–I see my c–clit swollen and r–red, Master,” Trish whispered, watching closely for any sign that he would resume his stroke. She hoped like hell he would continue. Who knew that one could need an orgasm so bad? “P–please, Master.”
“Much better, little minx,” Sander said, continuing with another circle.
“Your nipples are hard,” Lashe murmured, laying himself next to her. Trish’s knees and legs were spread so wide, she had no trouble seeing his hand take her breast in his palm. Sander traced another path around her clit and she was torn as to where to look. A pinch of her nipple helped her to decide, and she flicked her gaze back up to see that Lashe had taken her nipple within his fingers and pressed it tightly. “I think they need attention, too. I love seeing clover clamps on a woman’s nipples, but you’re not ready for them. I thought you might want to experiment with a magnetic pair.”
Trish went to shake her head, but knew that it would only disappoint them. What had Sander said? Her body was theirs to give pleasure or pain? She’d heard that nipple clamps were painful, yet didn’t want this scene to stop. It was very confusing. Sander’s finger didn’t continue another loop. Instead, it journeyed down to her entrance.
“Watch as your pussy accepts my finger, little minx,” Sander said. “Do you see how it opens and then closes tightly around my flesh?”
His words matched his actions. Trish watched and felt the heat of his finger at the same time. It was such a carnal act, yet her body seemed to respond in kind. The feel of his finger sinking deep within her and then rotating was enough to make her eyes roll into the back of her head. Lashe tightened his finger on her nipple, and she felt the shock all the way to her pussy, where it spasmed around Sander’s finger.
“I knew you would respond to us in such a manner,” Sander murmured, now thrusting his finger in and out of her pussy at a slow rate. “You were born to be a submissive.”