Sex Slave (MFM)

Cowboy Sex 7

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 78,418
13 Ratings (4.4)

[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, flogging, whipping, sex toys, HEA]

Trying to outrun a destructive relationship, Kimberly Cartwell finds passion and protection through the love and admiration of two powerful Doms. Unveiling secrets about Kimberly’s past, Wyatt Clanton and Sebastian Ketchum purchase Kimberly’s time at a lifestyle benefit auction and prepare a rigorous submissive training program, one destined for an unwelcomed interruption.

International trouble follows Kimberly to Sebastian Ketchum’s estate. Once Kimberly is abducted, Sebastian and Wyatt are determined to find her. Pooling their resources, Sebastian and Wyatt discover Kimberly and her abductor at a South Carolina exhibitionism club. Realizing there is only one way to shield Kimberly from her past, Sebastian and Wyatt plan a train trip.

During their travels, Wyatt and Sebastian learn Kimberly not only wants to serve and please, but she is also interested in extreme BDSM. As she escapes a man who nearly ruined her, Kimberly surrenders free will by placing her faith and trust in the two men who have waited years to love her.

Note: This book contains double vaginal penetration.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Natalie Acres is a Siren-exclusive author.

Sex Slave (MFM)
13 Ratings (4.4)

Sex Slave (MFM)

Cowboy Sex 7

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 78,418
13 Ratings (4.4)
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Cover Art by Harris Channing
It was a good book but I had a little trouble "getting into it". Was still good though.
i love this series and the characters involved, but this story was abit predictable.
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5 RAVENS: "Sex Slave is a scorching hot addition to Natalie Acres Cowboy Sex series, but I must warn you upfront that this BDSM thriller is not for the faint at heart. The passion is intense, the sex is explicit, and the plot delves into the darker, sensuous side of the BDSM world as Kimberly Cartwell embraces her inner slave with two Doms who want her heart, body and soul, forever. Kimberly’s character has always fascinated me and while her twin Ainsley has always seemed to be the more outspoken of the two, I couldn’t wait to dive into Kimberly’s secrets. It was obvious that she had a dark past, but when I discovered what that rat wanna be dom????, Jason had done to her, I wanted to kill him myself. What an ass-hat and I couldn’t wait for him to get what he truly deserved and then some. While Kimberly continued to profess not only her willingness, but also her need to be a slave, I couldn’t help becoming a bit confused at times when she constantly went head-to-head with Sebastian and Wyatt on a variety of topics. In fact, as each of these scenes are unfolding, I’m questioning in my head: “Does she really want to be a slave, or has Jason warped her perception in some way regarding her true desires?” However, as the story progressed and more light was shed on Kimberly’s background, as well as her darker desires and needs, it was obvious through her interaction with Wyatt and Sebastian that she was born to be their slave. But will Jason and the evil mongers he’s hooked up with destroy their chance at a Happily Ever After before it even begins? Moreover, does Jason’s connections in the BDSM world reach as far as he boasts, or is he up for a rude awakening and the fight of his life? Wyatt and Sebastian have waited years for Kimberly, as they’ve watched and protected her from afar. But now that the door has been opened, these two men have no problem stepping right in and claiming the woman of their hearts. These three truly complete one another and it was interesting to watch the dynamics between them as they navigated though Kimberly’s past, which was full of landmines waiting to destroy them at every turn. I loved the depth of each character and how Ms. Acres allowed us to get to know these men right along with Kimberly. Not only were they strong, sexy, and a force to be reckoned with, but they were also honest, which is more than I can say for Jason. Ugh!!!!! The secondary characters, mainly the Cartwell family and the McKay’s always add intrigue to each of the Cowboy Sex stories. I loved how Kane and Kimberly finally aired out their differences and that it was a difficult journey. Moreover, I loved the different settings that Ms. Acres incorporated into this installment, especially the train ride. As with each of the books in this series, the dialogue is rich and fluid, the sex is graphic, and the plot is well-developed as it touches on real life elements, such as human trafficking and that’s all I’m saying because I don’t want to spoil it for you. While the secondary characters are always a delight, I love that they never overshadow our heroes and heroine. :) If you’re looking for a dark, sensual read with smoking hot sex that leaves nothing to the imagination, a bit of suspense to keep you on the edge of your seat, a whole lot of family drama that times will make you laugh and cry, and ultimately a menage full of passion and unconditional love, then pick up a copy of Sex Slave by Natalie Acres. This is a must read in my book, but as I stated earlier, it’s not for the faint at heart as the BDSM is darker and more hardcore than the rest of the books in the series and that’s not a bad thing. Just different! :) Bravo Ms. Acres as you’ve hit another home run with Sex Slave. I can’t wait to see what you have in mind for Patience and her absentee men. :)" -- Blackraven, Blackravens's Reviews

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He laughed. “So where were we?”

Slender fingers raked across her brow as he became completely entranced by her pretty oval face. “I guess after that outburst, I should apologize.”

“Why?” Wyatt asked.

“For Mitch and Trixie.”

“They aren’t bothering me. Are they a distraction for you?”

“No,” she replied. “Then again, I’m used to the lifestyle.”

“Are you?” He leaned forward, totally intrigued. Now they were moving the conversation along in a direction he liked.

“Look around, Wyatt. Surely you don’t think I walk through this club with blinders on.”

“I’ve watched you when the lights are dim and the patrons are here. No, Kimberly, you don’t strike me as a woman who wears shades and only sees what she wants to see.”

“Pretending not to notice public sex acts borders the impossible when the club is open for business.”

“So you understand what’s transpiring out in your parking lot at this very minute.”

She shifted in her chair. There was a darker quality to her brown eyes then, but he only saw the richer shade difference for a moment. She immediately dipped her head and kept her gaze downcast.

Wyatt stroked his chin and studied her. She’d been trained properly, schooled in Domination and submission, and showed an outright sign of submissiveness then.

“Look at me,” he rasped. This woman could have him by the balls at the turn of a hand.

She tilted her head and focused on the window before returning her gaze to him. His entire body went rigid at her defiance. He swallowed once, thinking of how he’d love to test her, use his dominance to strengthen her role as a submissive woman.

Think, hell. Tests were among life’s greatest pleasures.

“What is this meeting about?”

“Look out the window, Kimberly.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I want you to tell me what you see.”

She started to defy him. Defiance existed in her body language and facial expression.

“I want a vivid description. Tell me.”

Kimberly stared at his mouth as if she were totally enchanted by his lips. She acted as if the request proved too enticing to refuse, yet she didn’t avert her gaze to the window again. Instead, her eyes grew heavy. Her stiff jaw loosened and her slender shoulders relaxed.

“Kimberly?” He reached across the table and took her hand in his. “It isn’t as if we are strangers.”

She jerked then and stared at their clasped hands. He wondered how much she remembered of the night they’d danced together. It had been several weeks ago, but he still remembered the way her body had moved against his as the music set the pace for a thrashing tempo, a rhythm that had led many couples into the throes of public passion.

She’d had a few drinks. He’d watched her slam shot after shot and then, she’d made her way through the club, checking on her guests and observing—with lust in her eyes—as some of the couples performed openly for all to see.

“They’re fucking,” she said in a matter-of-fact voice.

“Are they?” His cock twitched in his jeans. They’d bounded over their first hurdle and he couldn’t help but feel as if she’d opened the door to something more.

Directness was precisely what he needed from this woman. Hell, who was he fooling? He longed for more than forthcoming replies to his questions.

He stared at her mouth. God, she had such beautiful, full lips. He wondered if they were enhanced as she swiped her tongue over the shape of her upper lip. Then, because he couldn’t help himself, he imagined her stretched around his size, her lips bowing in acceptance as he sank his cock deep inside her mouth.

Would she slap him if he reached over and…And before he could stop himself, he inched his hand closer to her face and dragged his thumb across her bottom lip.

A playful nip caught him off guard. She bit at the pad and drew the soft tip between her lips. Her wicked tongue slithered over his fingernail.

His breath hitched with the sensation. His body was erect. His nipples were as hard as flat discs. Mesmerized, God help him, he was totally entranced by this woman.

“How do you know they’re fucking?” he asked quietly. “You’ve only looked at me since I asked the question.”

As if he’d broken a hex or whatever spell had been cast, she jolted to an upright attention. She rubbed her lips together as if she were biding time and trying to think of something to say.

To his surprise, she looked at him dead-on again. “If Trixie had been in Mitch’s lap, it wouldn’t have been a problem. The reason Ansley is pitching a fit is because they’re fucking. And apparently, they’re not even trying to hide the fact.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Because my sister’s lover is throwing it to her in the parking lot of a known kink club? Come on. Do you really think I’m a prude?”

“Are you?”


“Can I test that?”

She released a sexy and quite throaty gasp. At the same time, a side door opened and closed. There was quick movement in his peripheral. Then he heard heavy footsteps.

“I don’t know,” she replied, grinning. “Can you?”




He’d meant to strap her to the bed, stuff her with dildos, and punish her for thinking any man had a right to cage her, regardless of her belief that she had only suggested the compartment as a means of added security, true protection. Didn’t Kimberly know that a real man kept his woman safe by holding her in his arms?

Looking at Wyatt in admitted defeat, he tied her arms and legs to the posts. No, they weren’t about to train her this morning. They were seconds away from loving her.

“Now what?” she asked, amusement in her voice.

Sebastian strode to the bedside table and gave the drawer a yank. Grabbing a few condoms and small tubes of intimate flavorings and lubricants, he tossed them to the bed.

Wyatt shrugged out of his shirt while Sebastian stepped away from his pajama pants. Her eyes sparkled with knowledge as she watched them.

By the time he bit off the tip of one of the lubricants, he was a walking hard-on, ready to go against his own damned rules and fuck her into the next day, perhaps the next decade.

“So much for control, right?” she teased, tilting her head to the side.

“Don’t talk,” he grated out.

“What happened to a day or two after tomorrow?”

Sebastian bit back the need to punish her immediately. God help him, the sexy vixen lying before him would surely be the death of him.

She didn’t fight against the restraints. She didn’t object to having her legs attached to the pulleys. Instead, she remained listless with a smile tilting her lips and beautiful hair fanning around her flushed face.

Using a towel to pat her dry, Wyatt reached between her legs and rubbed the plush cotton between her thighs. Once he was satisfied with his progress, he took the lube from Sebastian.

“Is this my reward for telling you about my past with Jason?”

“Damn straight,” Sebastian said, rolling a condom over his erection.

“But you want to punish me. I can see it in your eyes.”

“I want in between those sexy legs of yours. That’s what I want.”

Noting movement in his peripheral, he was aware of Wyatt undressing beside him. Another small tube was selected from the mattress. Wyatt doused himself in a red oily substance, the erotic sound of friction between his hand and cock only fueling Sebastian’s desire for sex, his need to claim and dominate.

Towering over her, he lowered his head to hers and kissed her. Stroking his tongue inside her mouth, he pushed his cock inside her wet folds, succumbing to the tight grip of her pussy as she convulsed around him.

“God help me,” he whispered across her lips as he pulled out and cursed under his breath. “With a grip like that, you could choke a man into quick satisfaction.”

She used the pulleys then to drag her upper body away from the mattress. He dipped his head and assaulted her nipples, cupping one breast and laving the other as he pushed the weight of his cock inside her, impaling her with uneven strokes.

Kneeling next to her, Wyatt tilted her head toward his cock. Her tongue whipped around his size and she immediately drew him between her cheeks, squeezing Sebastian’s shaft harder, with a more determined clench as he entered her again.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Wyatt said, holding on to the bedpost as he threw his weight over her at an angle and forced her to stretch her neck in order to give him head.

Kimberly shifted restlessly, yet she was too confined for the mobility she undoubtedly sought. Her beaded nipples were incredibly tight, and he watched as Wyatt pinched them, drew them into perky gems, pretty little diamonds.

“Mmm. Ahh. More.” Looping her tongue around Wyatt’s size, she moaned in pleasure as Sebastian screwed himself high inside her channel, wedging his cock as deep as he could go.

Her vocal release resounded before becoming a part of him. He could feel her voice deep inside his soul, humming against his eardrums, and beating next to his heart. He stared down at their connection, eyeing the wet folds gripping his cock, sucking him deeper. “Ah fuck.”

He wouldn’t last. God help him, he knew he wouldn’t last. He thumped her sweet pussy in a broken beat, watching the way she busied her tongue, swiping the end of Wyatt’s cock as he moaned and grunted, thrust and retreated.

“More,” she whispered, turning her head to look at him while nuzzling Wyatt’s tip. “Harder.”


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