[Siren Allure: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, HFN]
Brett and Lilly Peyton have always been friends. Then, they both become single.
Brett has to fight the feeling that he is cheating on his deceased wife. Lilly Peyton has to fight the feeling that she failed at her broken marriage. To add to the stress, they both have children they are trying to protect from their heartaches and their expanding businesses.
Lilly Peyton decides to have a lavish divorce party. Brett decides to have a sophisticated grand opening. Both events are going to leave the community of Coats, North Carolina, talking for years to come.
They both have their community of Coats, devoted family, and quirky friends supporting them. They also have a hot sex life—shower sex, car sex, outdoor sex, and BDSM. They try it all and love it.
But could they be more?
Note: This book is written in first-person point of view.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Lucy agrees to accompany me to Wilmington to pick up a shipment of wooden Pepsi boxes and bottles. It seems so weird to travel to Wilmington and not see Brett at Carolina Oasis. Surreal. However, I am so excited for his new business venture.
Lucy insists on driving whenever we go somewhere. Eliza Jane and I drive the speed limit. Lucy believes that the speed limit is for losers. She even gets away with speeding through all the speed traps in Coats. Lord knows that there are so many of them. She flashed one of the local cops back in high school. That has given her a free pass to do as she pleases.
However, we are no longer in Coats. This police officer who just pulled us over does not look like he gives a damn about either of our tits. Matter of fact, it is quite possible that he is gay. As much as I hate the fact that Lucy is getting a speeding ticket, I cannot help but think it is funny as hell.
As the police officer takes her license and registration back to his car, I text Eliza Jane.
Me: Lucy just got pulled over by a cop for speeding.
Eliza Jane: What??? Did she flash her tits?
Me: I think he is gay. Neither my humunga ones nor her small ones are going to get us out of this.
The police officer comes back to Lucy’s window. “I could not help but to notice your bumper sticker. How are you affiliated with The Good Shepard Shelter?”
“My husband is a minister there. Well, actually, he is the director. He oversees the one in Raleigh as well as the new one in Clayton. I simply give yoga classes and work with some of the kids. He does the real work.”
“No, honey. What you do there is equally important.” He looks down at her license. “You were going really fast,” he scolds.
“Yes, me and my lead foot,” Lucy apologizes.
“That shelter has helped a lot of people. A great place. So glad that they opened that one in Clayton…tell you what…you continue your volunteer efforts there, and I can just give you a warning.”
“Thank you, sir. I plan to continue my work there. Lot of women out there, and children, who need a home away from abuse.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He tips his hat. “God bless you and your husband. No more speeding,” he warns.
“Thank you, sir.”
Lucy rolls up her window, signals, and pulls back onto the highway. “Well, I be damned!” I exclaim.
Me: The cop gave her a warning!
Eliza Jane: What did she do for that???
Me: He saw her bumper sticker. The Women’s Shelter one.
Eliza Jane: I swear that girl could fall into a pile of horse shit and come out smelling like a rose.
“Let me guess. Texting with Eliza Jane about me?”
“Too damn funny not to.”
“I admit that I see some humor there.”
“So, I’m getting bored with this Domme thing,” I admit. “Have not had sex in about a week.”
“Really? Thought that was your thing.”
“Well, kind of. I like mixing it up, but I miss rough sex. The kind when he would throw me up against the shower wall…the hood of the car…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get the picture. So, it sounds like you are a switch.”
“Someone who likes both being a Domme and a sub. Someone who doesn’t mind switching it up—hence the term ‘switch.’”
“Did not know there was such a thing. Was feeling a little like a loser for failing at it.”
“Honey, you fucked his ass. You fucked his ass with a damn stiletto. I know a couple of Domme women. Neither are that badass. Pun intended. ”
“It wasn’t a stiletto…so, you don’t think I am a Domme failure?”
“Sounds like Brett likes it both ways, too. Think he is emotionally ready to move on? Emotionally, is he ready for a relationship?”
“I know that there will be bumps in the road, but yes.”
“Why don’t you talk to him about having a switch relationship? I have books on the subject matter, if you want to borrow them.”
“Do you have books on every sexual topic?”
“Why, yes, I do.” She grins at me.
I spread the Cinderella blanket on the living room floor. I light the two candles that are on the coffee table. I smell the Tombstone pizza, so I check to see if it is done. Perfect. Brown on the edges. Bubbly in the middle.
Brett walks through the back door. He worked late, readying for the grand opening tomorrow.
I kiss his cheek and cut the pizza. “Surprise,” I whisper. The kids are asleep, and Aiden is such a light sleeper.
“Smells great. I love Tombstone pizza.”
“Me, too. I had a fancy dinner planned. I was going to get all dolled-up for you, but…”
“Life happens,” he replies.
“We have a crazy life.”
“That we do,” he agrees.
“Days are long, but the years are short. That is what Mrs. Winters would remind me when the girls were toddlers.”
“Got to love that woman.”
“Yes, she is amazing.” I hand him a paper plate with two slices. “Follow me to our romantic picnic?”
I lead the way to the living room. We sit cross-legged on the blanket, lean back against the couch, and enjoy the quiet.
“I know this may not be the fanciest meal,” he begins, “but I sure do love everything about it. Love the romantic setting, too,” he jokes with a wink.
“That is me…romance and flair.”
“You have a strong security about you. It is a quiet security that lets me know that you will always be by my side. I’ll take that over romance and flair any day.”
I kiss his cheek. “You always know the right things to say.”
“I just know what I feel,” he answers.
“I need to talk to you about something…”
“I am so proud of you for opening your shop. Ahead of schedule, at that!”
“I am nervous about tomorrow,” he admits.
“I am sure that is normal, and I am sure that you will do well.” I look around. “I forgot our drinks.”
I go to the kitchen and come back with two Kool-Aid pouches. I put the straws in and hand one to him. He throws his head back and quietly laughs.
“God, I love you,” he says. Then, there is silence. Those words have never been spoken between us. I just let them linger. We can address them, or we can forget that they were said.
He grabs my hand. “I really do love you.”
“I love you, too,” I reply.
I rest my head on his shoulder. “Now about the talk…” he reminds me.
“I don’t always want to be the Domme.” I just said it. Wow. That was easier than I thought it would be.
“Good,” he replies. “I like it both ways.”
“Lucy says it is called a ‘switch’ relationship.”
“I swear if Lucy ever decides to stop writing dirty books, she should go into sex therapy.”
“Lucy thinks if everyone would have good sex, we’d have peace on Earth.”
“She has a point.” He pauses. “I would like to add to that…if everyone would take a toke now and again and have good sex on a regular basis, there’d be peace on Earth.”
I look at him quizzically. “You partake in the wacky backy?”
He nods, waiting for my response. “Got some right here.” He pats his pocket.
“Got it rolled?” I ask.
“I do. I’ll share,” he offers. I nod.
“Haven’t done this since high school,” I joke.
“I started in high school and never quit.”
He takes a hit and passes it to me. It has a spicy smell. I put it to my lips and inhale deeply, feeling the calmness spread through my body.
“Indica,” he explains. “So much better than Sativa.” He winks.
I pass it back to him, and he takes another hit. “Don’t know much about it other than I love it.”
He passes it back. One more toke is all I need to push me over the edge into bliss. “Gives the world a little more meaning and a lot less edge,” he whispers.
“When I feel like moving, I’ll put another pizza in the oven. I know we’ll need it later.”
He kisses me. It is a slow kiss. A kiss to enjoy, not rush. He pulls me onto his lap.
“Ever have buzzed sex?” he asks quietly.
“No,” I answer faintly.
“Want to try it?” he asks.
I simply nod. I am numb, and I feel like I am floating. I feel little kisses down my neck. I feel them on a different level. All my senses are heightened.
He takes off my T-shirt and bra. I feel long, lazy suckles on my nipples. I throw my head back. The sounds that escape my mouth feel like they are coming from somewhere else. I raise up and let him slip off my yoga pants and panties.
He slides off his pants. I stare at his cock. Never has it seemed so…delicious. Slowly, I crouch over him. I take him into my mouth. I moan in ecstasy as I savor the feeling of him in my mouth—in my throat. He tastes so wild and manly.
He pulls me up to him. He will not let me lower myself onto his cock. “Wait. Couple more hits. I want you to get the full sensation.”
I take the joint from him and take two more long drags. The sense of euphoria surrounds me, taking over my senses.
I lower myself onto his glorious cock. I ride it slowly, savoring the new sensations. The sensations are more intense. It is overwhelming. I cannot form words, though my mouth is trying to form them.
A new, yet familiar sensation radiates through me. My orgasm starts at my core and reaches every aspect of my being. Brett wordlessly comes. I feel it inside me, warm and welcoming.
We both fall into each other and sleep a sleep I have never known.