Beauty Blooming (MFMM)

Bonding Camp 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 22,349
2 Ratings (4.0)

[Ménage and More: Erotic Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, bondage, sex toys, HEA for M/F]

Rachel Jones is finally ready to experience bonding camp. Joe, new to the team, Justice Cain, and Sam Rodgers begin her bonding. But is she ready to love? Rodgers is a good friend, Justice has always been nice, but Joe has struck a chord in her. He's from a small town, just like her. Being with him feels so natural, she trusts him. That trust soon blooms into a love that could last a lifetime.

Joe Brown couldn't wait to be included in bonding camp, wanting to be better connected with the law firm. What he didn't expect was to fall so fast and so hard for Rachel, the housekeeper at the compound. She's beautiful. With her red hair and pale skin, he can't take his eyes off her. When he finds out this is her first time bonding too, he watches her sensuality bloom right before his eyes.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Beauty Blooming (MFMM)
2 Ratings (4.0)

Beauty Blooming (MFMM)

Bonding Camp 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 22,349
2 Ratings (4.0)
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“Are you serious?” Rachel Jones dropped down onto a kitchen chair, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst through her chest. “This weekend? Really, Rodgers?”

Sam Rodgers leaned against the kitchen sink, a cup of coffee in his hand. “I talked to Justice half an hour ago. He said it was perfect timing since they have someone who needs to complete bonding camp anyway. They’ll be here tomorrow morning. Unless there’s some reason you can’t be available this weekend?” He tilted his head, one eyebrow raised.

“No, no reason.” She rose from the chair and returned to the kitchen sink where she had been washing some stemware before Rodgers dropped the bomb. “I just didn’t think they’d be returning so soon. They were just here last weekend.” She plunged her hands into the warm, soapy water and plucked a crystal water glass from the bottom of the sink. “I mean, I didn’t think it would all happen this fast.” She scrubbed vigorously at the glass with a cloth. Shut up, Rach. You’re starting to sound like a nervous virgin.

Rodgers placed his cup on the countertop and rested his hand on her shoulder. “Rachel, there’s nothing to be nervous about. Besides, you’re the one who asked me to call them.”

“I know.” She rinsed the glass and set it on a towel she’d placed to the side of the sink. She reached into the water and pulled another glass from its depths.

“You are ready, aren’t you? Because if you’re not—”

“I am,” she interrupted. “I’ve been ready for a while now. I just didn’t know how to bring the subject up.”

That was an understatement. She was ready, all right. If she wasn’t so shy when it came to being intimate with a man, she wouldn’t have had to wait this long. She’d never participated in a bonding camp session, and soon that was going to be remedied. Wait, tomorrow, not soon.

“I still don’t understand why you’ve never been involved before,” Rodgers said, dropping his hand from her shoulder.

Rachel rinsed the glass she had finished washing and immediately began to dry the two. “They have asked me to join in. Twice, actually.” She placed the dried glass in the cabinet and picked up the other one from the towel where it had been draining. “That was soon after I first came here a year ago. Both times when Justice asked me, he told me within five minutes that they would be fine and they wouldn’t need me.” She rubbed the glass hard, pressing her fingers against the heavy crystal through the towel. “It must have been the look on my face or something because after those two times, they stopped asking.”

“I know why they stopped asking you.”

She turned to face him. “Then tell me before I really get a complex over the whole thing.”

Rodgers laughed and grasped her by the upper arms. “There’s nothing to get a complex about. They quit asking you because whenever they brought bonding camp up to you, you looked scared to death. They didn’t want you to feel forced into doing anything you didn’t truly want to do.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because they talked to me about it. I’m basically the coordinator when it comes to scheduling a bonding camp, and though the partners are the ones who chose who to participate, they clear it with me so I have the paperwork ready.”

So he knew about her nervousness. Why hadn’t he brought this up before? “But I signed an agreement, just like everyone else. Isn’t bonding camp a requirement of our employment?” She didn’t understand. Their reasoning for not including her had to be something else. Was she not attractive enough?

“Well, it is.” He took the towel and glass from her hand. “Listen, just because it’s a requirement doesn’t mean—” He stopped, pressing his lips together for a moment. “It doesn’t mean they’ll force you against your will. They care about you. To them, you’re special.”

She shook her head. “And you know this how?”

“Justice told me. He said whenever one of them brought up the subject, you got this deer-in-headlights look.”

Maybe it was the look on my face. “So they didn’t want to push me,” she said softly, wondering vaguely why they continued to allow her to work here at the compound without completing bonding camp.

“Not until you were ready. Justice said he had hoped you would come to him when you were but as long as you came to me, it was fine.”

“Well, I’m glad they gave me time to come to terms with it myself and didn’t fire me.” Rachel blew out a breath. It was really going to happen. She was going to participate in bonding camp. She looked up at Rodgers. “Did you tell Justice that they’re going to have to talk me through this?”

“Do you want me to?”


“Okay. I’ll talk to him tonight.”

“Thanks, Rodgers.”

He planted a kiss on her forehead. “You’re welcome. Now, I’ve got things to do.” He picked up his used coffee cup and placed it in the sink of soapy water. “Why don’t you use the dishwasher? This is much more work, washing dishes by hand.”

She slapped him playfully on the shoulder. “Don’t be criticizing my work. I only do glassware by hand. The dishwasher leaves spots sometimes, and I like the glasses to sparkle.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, raising his hands in surrender. “I’ve got to go.” He started for the door.


He stopped in the doorway, turning toward her. “Yeah?”

“Could you tell Justice one more thing for me?” She picked up the dishtowel and twisted it in her hands.

“Sure. What is it?”

Tell him, just tell him.




Rachel held up one arm. As soon as the cool metal of the handcuff slid across her skin, she felt a tingling shimmy down her spine. Rodgers secured her other wrist with the remaining handcuff. She was now basically immobile.

Heat swirled through her now that she was at their mercy. She’d wanted to do this for so long she could barely contain her excitement.

“Joe, you take her from behind,” Rodgers said, stepping forward and running his fingers through her hair. “I’ll stay right here. For now.”

Rachel almost moaned when Joe smoothed his hands over the cheeks of her ass. “Damn,” he said from behind her. “Rachel, I’m falling for you, and that’s no lie.” His fingers probed the cleft of her ass then continued down to slide smoothly into her slick pussy.

Rachel closed her eyes and drew in a long breath. She wanted to arch her ass up, toward the hand that was so generously fucking her with three fingers now, but she couldn’t move.

Rodgers ran his fingers down her cheeks then along her jawline. “Look at me, Rachel.”

She opened her eyes, heat creeping up her spine as Joe continued his assault on her pussy, his fingers venturing out and over her clit with her own juices.

Rodgers ran his thumb over her bottom lip then slipped the tip of it through her lips into her mouth. He held her chin with his other hand, tilting her head back slightly. “Stop playing, Joe. Fuck her,” he said, and then he thrust his thumb deeply into her mouth.

Joe moved in behind her and caressed her opening with the head of his cock. Then he entered her, hot and smooth.

Instinctively, Rachel began to suck Rodgers’s thumb, her legs pressing against the restraints. Rodgers removed his thumb from her mouth. Joe pulled out then thrust back in, bumping against her cervix. She quivered, the metal of the restraints rattling with the movement.

Rodgers stepped forward again. With the fingers of one hand, he gently opened her mouth. “Come on, baby. Open for me,” he said.

She parted her lips, her breath quickening. Rodgers held his cock to her lips. “Wet it,” he said.

Rachel tentatively stuck out her tongue and ran it over the silky-smooth head of his cock. She tasted a musky, salty flavor. Straining her neck, she licked him again, this time running her tongue on the underside of his shaft and feeling the vein below.

Rodgers held his cock in his hand and slid his other hand to the back of her head. Tangling his fingers in her hair, he slid his cock into her mouth.

Rachel drew in a deep breath through her nose and began to swirl her tongue over and around his shaft as she gently sucked it. The two men soon found a rhythm, driving into her at the same time on both ends.

Rachel let her body go limp, allowing herself to just feel the sensations. Joe grabbed the handles attached to the hips of the wide belt she wore and increased his strokes, pounding into her from behind. Rodgers held her head with both hands now, his cock swelling inside her mouth, hot and slick. Her pussy creamed and clenched at Joe’s dick while she struggled to suck at Rodgers’s cock. Then her world collapsed in on itself when lightning shot from her center in both directions—to her pussy and her tongue—at the same time. Every muscle in her body clenched then went limp, only to clench again as the orgasm rolled through her.

Joe rammed into her from behind, groaning loudly as he spilled his hot cream into her. Rodgers stiffened, holding her head in place, as he shot his seed into her mouth. Rachel swallowed automatically, pulling every last drop from him like a hungry kitten.

When the two men finally pulled out of her body, she rested her chin on the stool she was braced on, her body twitching, still on its way down from heaven.

“Joe, behind you in a cabinet is a vibrator. Get it and let’s see if we can make her come again,” Rodgers said. He knelt down in front of her. “I’m going to roll you onto your back now, Rachel.”

She blinked and looked at him. She didn’t know how he was going to manage that. She was too limp to do anything at the moment.

“Help me a minute here, Joe,” Rodgers said, disappearing to the side of her.

Then she was being lifted, shackles still in place, restraints still binding her legs. They placed her on her back on the stool then scooted her so that her ass was at the very edge of it. Rodgers grabbed the steel rod that her hands were bound to and lifted it up and over her head, stretching her arms.

Then they began again.


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