[Menage Amour: Contemporary Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois Romance, MFM, spanking, flogging, public exhibition, sex toys, HEA]
MINDING MISTRESS: When Antony receives orders for overseas duty, he decides to bring Gentry home as a second slave to care for Mistress Jenna. Jenna and Gentry agree that Antony was right, but when the weekend is over, will Gentry be able to give up his vanilla life for one Minding Mistress?
TWO SIRS FOR SASHA: Sasha McCoy is caught posting a sign in the men’s room at Club Esoteria, hoping to meet a Dom who could help her heal from past abuse. The last thing she expected was to find herself claimed by Gavin and Peyton, who want to share her.
THEIR SUB, THEIR MISTRESS: Lace reluctantly agrees to show her lingerie at the Club’s first convention. The last thing she expected was to fall for the men in the next booth. Raven and Hawk are instantly smitten with the painfully shy Lace and decide to capture her heart any way they can.
Antony settled in next to them so he could see her face as well. “We don’t have to do this, Mistress. You can just ride Gentry, if that’s what you would prefer. This is, after all, his reward.”
Jenna smiled down at both men. They were so dear, so caring. All at once she realized she needed this. She needed to put this fear behind her.
“No, sweet pet. This is a good thing. We’re always talking about expanding boundaries. I think it’s time I pushed my own limits a little.”
“Are you sure, Mistress?” Gentry asked before lifting his head and brushing his lips along her jaw line.
Jenna’s breath caught as his warm touch shot through her. Her entire body clenched in response. “Yes, babe, I’m sure. Just take it…”
“Slow and easy,” the two men finished.
“Stretch me, Antony. Take your time,” Jenna said as she pulled her legs up so her knees were close to Gentry’s armpits. This opened her fully to what was about to come.
“Yes, Mistress,” Antony said. He sat up and moved behind her.
A moment later a cold, lube-slicked finger pressed for entrance against her puckered rose. She tightened for a moment. Though she’d taken Antony in her ass before, this was different.
Her mind wandered from what Antony was doing when Gentry ran both hands down her spine before wrapping them around her hips. He slowly rocked beneath her, sliding his cock in and out of her cunt just enough so that Antony could press his finger deep. Lifting his head, Gentry latched on to a nipple and kept her in the here and now instead of allowing memories of that other threesome to overwhelm her.
To her amazement, her body responded to the loving care the two submissives showered over her. By the time Antony had her sufficiently prepared, her fear had disappeared and urgent hunger filled her.
“Now, pet. Need you in now,” she panted as she arched her back to meet each slow, easy thrust of his fingers.
She didn’t fight when Gentry pulled her down to lay against his broad, muscular chest. Instead, she met his lips in a kiss so hot she thought her hair would catch fire. She felt Antony’s fingers leave her, then felt the blunt head of his cock press for entrance.
Lifting from Gentry’s kiss, she sucked in a breath and tried to relax everything south of her chin. Another breath and Antony eased forward, fast yet gentle as he breached her.
Three groans cut through the otherwise silent room as Antony pressed deep. When she relaxed around him, he pulled out until only the head remained inside her. Pushing forward again, he slid in until his cock was fully seated and his pelvis brushed against her ass cheeks.
She tightened both cunt and ass and grinned at the deep groans she elicited from her men.
Antony kissed the back of one shoulder and then the other. “You okay, Mistress?”
Jenna panted to hold back the orgasm that threatened to avalanche over her without permission. “I’m fine, but you won’t be if somebody doesn’t start moving.”
“As you wish, Mistress,” the men answered as one.
Antony began a slow in-and-out rhythm. Gentry’s fingers on her hips tightened just enough to help move her back and forth between them. Their motion remained slow and easy until Jenna reached back and popped Antony’s hip with the flat of her hand.
“Faster. Harder. Need to come.” She growled. The steel in her voice was strong and hard. Though she was the middle of this sexwich, she was still very much in charge.