Fantasy Fulfilled (MFM)

Rapture Island 7

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 73,508
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[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Suspense, BDSM, MFM, HEA]

Scared to explore her interests in the BDSM lifestyle, Erica Roberts opens up about her desires to her boyfriend, disappointed but not surprised that he reacts with anger. Still curious, and getting a little desperate, she attends a special event at a Dominant’s club, only to run out in fear five minutes later.

When a friend hears of her escape and invites her to lunch, Erica meets with her, embarrassed that Kelsey knows what has happened. Irritated at herself and saddened, she pours her heart out to Kelsey, not realizing that two Dominants are eavesdropping. Before she knows it, she’s set up with them, assured that they’re a safe choice and will respect her wishes. She agrees, and it’s a decision that will change her life forever.

Damion Hargrove and Jonathan Pike fulfill every fantasy Erica has ever had and some she doesn’t know exist, but when she loses herself in a particular scene, she runs from them, scared they’ll  break her heart. The two men give her the space she needs, but when her ex shows up at her apartment, venting his rage and hurting her in a misguided effort to give her what she wants, the men realize their error. They’ve already fallen in love with her and allowed her to run. It’s a mistake they’ll never make again.

Leah Brooke is a Siren-exclusive author.

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Fantasy Fulfilled (MFM)

Rapture Island 7

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 73,508
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Jonathan leaned forward. “The opportunity to find someone who is honest about herself and truly wants to learn about herself and her needs is irresistible.”

Erica nodded, hoping she understood. “I don’t want games either. But I also don’t want to be with someone who’s involved with someone else.”

“While you’re with us, we’re definitely exclusive.” Jonathan touched her chin and lifted her face to his again, the hard gleam in his green eyes sending a shiver through her. “We share with each other but not with anyone else. Understood?”

Erica swallowed heavily and nodded. “Yes. I’m not like that. I don’t sleep around.”

“How many lovers have you had?”

Erica pulled away from his touch, finding it hard to concentrate while awareness continued to take over. “That’s a personal question.”

Damion leaned forward, catching her gaze. “The first of many, and they’re going to get a hell of a lot more personal than that. How many?”

Her face burning, Erica swallowed heavily again. “Two. And I don’t want to talk about it.”

Jonathan touched her arm, turning her attention to him. “Have you talked to any other Dominants?”

“Yes.” Her face burned. “Two. Online. They scared me.”

Raising a brow, he frowned slightly. “Oh? How?”

Erica took another sip of her wine and shrugged. “They seemed more interested in punishing me and what I could expect if I disobeyed than in my pleasure. Some of the things they mentioned sounded painful. I don’t want pain.” Erica shrugged. “I guess that’s how it’s supposed to be.”

Jonathan smiled tenderly, easing her nerves a little. “It’s supposed to work for everyone involved.”

Erica smiled humorlessly. “I thought that was how it should work, but like I said, reality and fantasy are two different things. I mean, why would a woman stay with someone who made her feel used and abused? Why would a woman be with someone who doesn’t appreciate her submission?”

Damion took a sip of his drink and leaned back. “We’ll explore your boundaries. We’ll learn what excites you. What scares you. What you don’t like. What you want but are too embarrassed or shy to admit.”

Intrigued, Erica picked up her glass of wine and leaned back, too. “How will you do that?”

“Because we’ll explore. We’ll learn your body and your reactions. We’ll pay attention.”

Erica took a sip of wine and glanced at Jonathan before looking at Damion again. “Will I have a safe word?”


Erica finished her wine and set the glass back on the table. “So how long would this last? Is it like for one night? A weekend?”

Jonathan raised a hand for a waiter. “As long as it satisfies all three of us. More wine?”

“No. Thank you. Maybe some water.”

While Jonathan asked for a glass of water for her, Damion leaned close. “You’re aroused at the prospect of surrendering and curious about your own needs. Would you trust us enough to give this a chance?”

Her face burned again, and averting her gaze, she took a shuddering breath. “How can I expect you to understand what I want when I don’t completely understand it myself?”

“You need to feel desired and appreciated for your surrender.”

Erica grimaced. “You heard that part, huh?”

Jonathan smiled faintly. “We did, and there’s nothing wrong with that. You need to feel cherished. You need to feel that you’re important and cared for. You need to have someone you can trust to guide you in exploring your passions. You need to have someone whom you can lean on. A strength you can trust.”

Flushed, Erica grimaced again. “You make me sound so needy. Is it so wrong to want to know?”

“Not at all.” Jonathan took her hand in his. “We all have needs, Erica.”

Marveling at how wonderful it felt to have her hand clasped in his, Erica lifted her gaze to his. “What do you need?”

He smiled at that, his dark eyes twinkling. “Honesty. Someone to spoil. Someone who looks to us for strength. Someone who will trust us enough to give herself completely. It’ll be up to us to earn that trust, but little by little, we will. If you let us.”

Wanting to be as honest as she could, Erica shrugged. “I’m not sure I can trust anyone that way. I know it means I won’t have the answers I want, and I won’t be able to feel what I think I want to feel, but that kind of trust would be hard for me.”

Damion ran a hand down her arm. “It’s up to us to earn your trust. When the pleasure and the promise of more to come becomes irresistible, you’ll want to give yourself.”

Smiling her thanks when the waiter brought her water, Erica reached for it. “You sound sure.”

Jonathan squeezed her free hand. “Hopeful.”

Erica sipped her water and pulled her hand from his to wipe both damp palms on her thighs. “As long as we have an understanding that I can walk away whenever I want to.”

Damion inclined his head. “So can we, which we will if you’re not really trying or you allow shyness to interfere with what all three of us want.”

She took a deep breath, not looking at either one of them. “So when do we start?”




Every nerve ending in her body shimmered in heat, the bliss too much for her.

Stiffening her legs, she tried to straighten them, but Jonathan’s firm hold denied her.

“No, Erica. That pussy’s not yours anymore. It belongs to us, and you’re going to allow Damion to have it for as long as he wants.”

Nerves and excitement warred within her at the firm disapproval in Jonathan’s tone.

Sucking in gulps of air and lost in sensation, Erica struggled to remain still, the flicks of Damion’s tongue on her clit too intense to bear. “Please! I can’t.”

Damion lifted his head. “You will. Be still.”

Lowering his head again, he divided his attention between her pussy and clit, allowing just enough relief to her clit to begin to build the pleasure again.

Stunned that she found herself aroused again so soon after coming so hard, Erica whimpered with the need for more.

Just as the pressure inside her began to build again, Damion lifted his head. “I can see that you’re going to have to be restrained in the future.”

Just the thought of it sent another rush of heat through her. “No.”

Jonathan released her legs, letting them drop back to the bed, and tugged at her nipples. “You have no say in it, little girl. You’ll accept what we do to you and do what you’re told.”

He slid out from under her and lightly slapped her inner thigh. “Feet flat on the bed and keep those legs spread.”

Damion stretched out beside her, his hand sliding over her breast. “When Jonathan’s done fucking you, I’ll take these rings off.”

Erica nodded, not sure if she should reply or not, unwilling to do anything that would delay Jonathan from taking her.

Moving between her thighs, Jonathan rolled on a condom and looked down at her. “If that isn’t a pretty sight.”

Reaching down, he traced her pussy opening before thrusting a finger inside, making her gasp in shock and pleasure. “Nice and wet. We plan to keep this pussy wet often. Ready to be fucked at any time.”

Sliding his hands beneath her, Jonathan gripped her ass cheeks and lifted her higher. “This pussy is going to be used well and often.”

Erica cried out when he thrust into her, the length and thickness of his cock forcing her pussy to stretch to accommodate him. “Oh!”

She’d expected him to take her hard and fast, but Jonathan moved slowly, sliding his cock deep inside her before withdrawing almost completely and sliding deep again.

The delicious friction against her inner walls sent her higher, wiping away all coherent thoughts.

Damion continued to caress her breasts, occasionally tugging at the rings. “Jonathan’s enjoying that pussy. Thank you for giving it to us to use whenever we want to.”

Jonathan began to thrust faster. “Looking forward to this weekend. I wake up hard, and it’ll be nice to have a pussy available to fuck as soon as I wake up.”

Erica suspected they knew what their words did to her and couldn’t deny that the thought of having her pussy used in such a way filled her with anticipation. “Yes!”

Chuckling, Damion tugged harder at her nipple. “It doesn’t matter if you say yes or no. It’s ours.”

The words meant so much, and even more than she suspected, added another layer and depth to the pleasure.

Jonathan tightened his grip on her ass cheeks, lifting her higher and thrusting hard and fast. “Such a sweet pussy.”

Their words and the combination of attention to her nipples and the change in Jonathan’s strokes quickly had her racing toward orgasm again.

Crying out and begging for relief, Erica kicked her legs. “Please! I need to… ahh!”

Coming in another rush of heat, Erica reached for Damion, shaking so hard that she had trouble gripping his arm and shoulder. “Oh God!”

Jonathan thrust several more times before stroking deep and stilling, his cock pulsing his release. “Fuck, baby doll. Damn, I’m going to enjoy fucking the hell out of this pussy.”

Dropping to his elbows on either side of her, Jonathan smiled down at her and smoothed back her damp hair. “You’re so sweet.”

Erica giggled. “I don’t know about being sweet. You and Damion give me so much pleasure that I’m pliant.”

Damion smiled and slid her hand from his arm to kiss her palm. “Just as a good submissive should be.”

Jonathan ran a hand down her side. “That’s how we’re going to keep you.”

He eased his cock from her pussy, sliding a hand down her leg as he rose. “I’ll be right back, baby.”

Damion slid a hand to the back of her neck and turned it to take her mouth with his.

Surprised at the tenderness in his kiss, Erica moaned and slid a hand to his hair.

Disappointed when he lifted his head again, she watched him as he rose slightly and reached for one of the nipple rings. “Time to take these off.”

Erica hadn’t anticipated that, when he loosened the ring, a rush of sensation would have her writhing. “Dear God!”

Damion reached for the other ring. “Just the rush of blood back to your nipple. They weren’t on tight, so it’s not too intense, but you’ve had them on long enough.”

Lifting her hand to her necklace, Erica met his gaze, another gasp escaping when he loosened the other ring. “And this?”

Damon raised a brow, holding both rings in his hand. “Wear it to work tomorrow. Under your shirt and against your skin. A reminder of just who you belong to.”

“I won’t forget.”

He slid from the bed and lifted her, pulling the blanket and sheet down before lowering her to the bed again. “See that you don’t.”

Leah Brooke is a Siren-exclusive author.

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