The Caves of Correction Collection, Volume 1 (MFMM)

Caves of Correction

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 71,828
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[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Romance, Paranormal, Consensual BDSM, Menage a Quatre Romance, Shape-shifters, MFMMM, HEA]

Controlled by Three Panthers

Madeline (Maddy) Sinclair and three of her friends go to a BDSM resort island for a week to learn about the lifestyle. She wasn’t expecting to meet three sexy brothers, Logan, Carter, and Aiden Farmer. But they have a secret—they’re panther shape-shifters. That doesn’t stop them from deciding to pleasure her until she can’t say good-bye to them. The sexy redhead is everything they’ve been looking for in a potential mate for the three of them to share.

Maddy’s ready to learn all about BDSM. She’s completely fascinated by the contrasts, the lessons, and the pleasure that comes from a red-hot ass. She’s also very impressed with the beautiful island, the lush plants, the pristine beaches, and the sparkling warm sea. But most of all she likes the three big, blond, blue-eyed men who she must call Master in the Cave of Correction.

Captured by Three Panthers

Aria Taverner’s at a BDSM resort island with her three best friends. She’s asked for several fantasies, including being abducted and seduced. But who will her abductors be? Will they include the delicious man who showed her to her cottage?

Cayden, Sebastian, and Leonardo Marshall are eager to teach Aria how thrilling seduction can be. The three panther shape-shifters are beyond excited to have such a delightful woman in their clutches. They have no intention of letting her go until they’ve given her every fantasy on her list and shown her the delights of ménage sex over and over again until she’s convinced only they will ever fulfill her.

It’s just as well there are three of them. Aria’s more than a handful for them to manage, but the three determined Doms will plan more BDSM fantasies for her to show her everything she ever wanted to know. But will that be enough to convince her to stay with them?

Cara Adams is a Siren-exclusive author.

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The Caves of Correction Collection, Volume 1 (MFMM)

Caves of Correction

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

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Word Count: 71,828
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Controlled by Three Panthers


Aiden unlocked the door to Madeline’s cottage as silently as he could. The lock was well oiled and he made sure not to jingle the key at all. He handed the key to Carter, who was standing behind him, and took the Polystyrene cup of coffee from Logan, slipping inside. In the big bed, Madeline didn’t stir. Maddy. She wrote on her contract that her friends called her Maddy. That’s the name he should use for her as well because he intended to become her very close friend. His cock deep inside her close.

Logan and Carter silently headed down the stairs to the cave, while he walked across the room to the bed and placed the coffee on the nightstand. He couldn’t touch her until Logan got back with the signed contract. Oh fuck. If she hadn’t signed it, he’d die. One look at the thick red hair tangled on her pillowcase made him desperate to touch her. She had to have signed it. She couldn’t possibly have changed her mind. He kept his gaze fixed on the doorway down to the dungeon, swallowing hard and willing Logan to give him the signal to go-ahead.

When Logan appeared with a smile and a thumbs-up, Aiden nearly screamed in relief. He couldn’t prevent his smile and nod, but he managed not to pump his fist in the air, or yell “Yee haw!” to the world and wake their woman. Their mate. He was willing to do whatever it took, to be to her whatever she needed, to convince her to be theirs.

As soon as Logan had disappeared down the stairs again, Aiden rubbed his hand over the body-shaped bump tucked under the navy-blue blanket, and said softly, “Time to wake up, Maddy. Drink your coffee.”

She made some mumbled noise but didn’t move. He grinned. He wasn’t usually a morning person either, but for today, he had to be, so he was here. He gripped her shoulder and shook it lightly. “Wake up, Maddy. Time to drink your coffee.”

This time she lifted her head and stared at him. He held the coffee out to her and she sat up, taking it and muttering, “Thank you.” After one sip she asked, “Who are you?”

“I’m Aiden. When we get into the cave you can only call me, Master, though.”

She drank another mouthful of coffee and nodded. “I know. And not ask questions or initiate conversation. I’ve never been a sub but I’ve visited a BDSM club and read um…books.”

“Kinky books? Erotic romances where a Dom flogs your ass and then fucks you with the handle of his flogger?”

Maddy’s face turned the color of her hair but she straightened her shoulders and said firmly, “Yes.”

“Do you want that?”

“Hell yes. That’s why I’m here.”

“What about being fucked with a cock instead of a dildo?” He knew what she’d written in her contract, but it was much better for him to check her needs now, than halfway through a scene downstairs.

If anything, her face got redder, but once again she replied, “Yes, but only if the man is using a condom.”

“What about two men?”

She nodded.

“Three men?” This time he held his breath while he waited for her answer. If she was to be their mate she had to be willing to accept all of them inside her body at once or they would never be truly united.

She swallowed her coffee too fast and coughed, but gasped, “Yes.”

He tugged her out of her bed and said, “Let’s get started then.”

“Now? I haven’t brushed my teeth or—”

“I am your Master and I order you to go down into the Cave of Correction now.”

Blushing furiously once again, Maddy slid to her feet, put the half-drunk coffee on her nightstand and almost ran to the stairs.

Aiden watched her neat little ass, in short, lacy white pajamas, as she headed down the stairs and finally punched the air, a huge grin cracking his face, before he followed her, letting his boots stomp on the staircase on his way down.

Damn, she was lovely. Now they had to convince her she was theirs.




Aiden and Carter led her over to the chains and handcuffed her to them, making her stretch up straight and tall as they did. Then Logan locked her ankles into a spreader bar. Maddy was surprised how hard it was to stand still. Her arms were stretched high above her head and with her legs wide apart, she was balanced mostly on the balls of her feet. When she dropped flat on her soles, it put an uncomfortable tension on her shoulders.

Damn. They did that on purpose. I’m meant to be uncomfortable and I expect I’m meant to have to make the decision whether to stand properly or to stretch harder. Well fuck! That’s tricky.

“Are you ready slave?” asked Logan.

“Yes, Sir.”

There was a loud whoosh of sound, and a flogger landed on her ass. The shock of it made her stumble. Between being stretched up high on the balls of her feet, and having her ankles manacled, Maddy almost lost her balance, and staggered one step forward. Except she couldn’t really step with her feet in the spreader bar, and the chains on her wrists pulled her up short, jerking on her shoulders. She gasped and coughed, struggling to stay upright, and then shuffling backward into place so her shoulders didn’t hurt so much. Between almost falling, and the pain in her shoulders, she hadn’t even noticed the heat in her ass until she stood still again.

Fucking hell. I never thought about this aspect of being flogged at all.

She braced herself better, ready for the next stroke, and seemed to wait a long time until it came. That would be their technique of course. To surprise her, to catch her off guard. Well they wouldn’t surprise her again. She’d be ready no matter how long it took. Patiently Maddy waited, and waited, and waited, until she wondered if they were actually waiting for her to shuffle or move before they flogged her.

She remained still and eventually Logan began flogging her. The first few strokes weren’t too hard but the more he flogged her the more her ass heated and the sorer it became. Once again she was forced to admire this technique. One stroke hurt, but not a lot. But after a while the various strands of the flogger were landing on parts of her ass that had already been hit many times and her skin became hot and tender.

After several more strokes, tears were gathering in her eyes. It was really hurting now, and her shoulders were aching as well. But the strange thing was that inside her cunt was full of her honey and her belly was starting to clench with the need to be filled. Flogging really did make her want sex, need sex, and need it a lot. The heat on the outside of her ass was warming her inside as well, and making her yearn for more than just punishment. She longed to be fucked and any one of these big, handsome, blond men would suit her just fine.

By the time Logan stopped flogging her Maddy’s ass was on fire with need and her shoulders were on fire as well. But her empty, aching cunt was almost as painful as her shoulders. Her nipples were tight little points and she was sure the men would be able to smell her arousal.

Then they were bustling around her unmanacling her feet, unlocking the handcuffs, and freeing her from the chains.

“Pick up your clothing and wait for us in the bathroom,” said Carter.

She was surprised that the scene wasn’t over yet but obeyed them, climbing the stairs carefully, feeling a little unsteady on her feet. She wondered if she should put her pajamas on the bed, or take them into the bathroom. Dammit, how I am supposed to know what they want?

Finally she took them with her, deciding that they didn’t order her to put them away, so it was better not to. Her ass was sore enough for now, even though it was sexy, and she’d had no intention of stopping the flogging, but she wasn’t actually looking to be punished anymore just yet.

Just yet? Yes. In a day or two she’d be more than willing to try out a cane or a paddle. The afterglow was mighty fine. Although sex would have been nice as well.

Inside the bathroom she went to sit on the side of the tub, and decided she’d better not. How had they said to wait for them? In the middle of the room, feet shoulder width apart, hands behind her back, head bowed. Maddy took up the position they’d taught her and waited. This time it wasn’t very long at all and she could hear the drawers under the sink opening and closing, and water running into the tub. She could even recognize the men by their footwear. Aiden was wearing shiny black boots, Logan had sturdy shit-kickers on, and Carter was in silent gym shoes.

She heard water running, but didn’t dare look up or move.

“Get in the tub now, slave. Lie down flat so your shoulders are completely under the water. It’s hot, but the heat will ease the ache in them,” said Aiden.


Captured by Three Panthers


Aria Taverner was thirty years old and this was her very first ride in a helicopter. She was bursting with excitement but trying to act cool and adult at the same time. Although it was damn hard to be cool and adult about being flown in a private helicopter to an island resort for a whole week of BDSM and sex along with the sun, sand, and surf.

The Caves of Correction resort was the place she was going to right now with her three best friends, Maddy, Piper, and Kenz. They’d all gone to see the “Fifty Shades of Grey” movie together and then had this brilliant cool idea of trying BDSM for themselves in a safe environment.

The contract was pages and pages of really basic questions.

“What kinds of punishment do you wish to explore? Check all that apply. Flogging, whipping, caning, paddling…” Aria had ticked the boxes for every one of them. And all the boxes for sex as well. Vaginal, oral, anal, more than one man. Hell yes she was ready to taste the entire smorgasbord of offerings. If she didn’t like something well at least she’d know for the future. She’d even checked a couple of the boxes for fantasies. She could picture herself dressed in seven veils and dancing for a “prince” or “sheik” before being dragged into his tent and pleasured most thoroughly.

And then there was her big secret. One she hadn’t even hinted at to any of her friends. A forced seduction fantasy. One where the prince or sheik or pirate abducts her, ties her up, and pleasures her until she’s screaming and begging him to fuck her.

Aria’s nipples tightened just at the memory of writing that on her contract form. It was there alongside her safe word. She’d chosen “popsicle” just like Anastasia in the movie. Aria’s pussy dampened at the thought of some big man tying her up and carrying her over his shoulder into his tent. She shook her head and looked out of the huge windows of the helicopter. Were they even called windows on a helicopter? The Carolina mainland was well behind them now and an island, likely the one they were going to, was coming up in front of them.

She could see a lot of green, probably trees. Yes. As they neared the island she could see it was covered with trees, until they circled over a grassy area and the helicopter landed gently. Her ride was over but damn, it’d been exciting. A totally breath-taking way to start their vacation.

They’d only been permitted one small carry-on for their luggage, but that was because there wasn’t much room in the helicopter once the four of them plus the pilot got in. She didn’t mind. T-shirts and shorts and a bikini didn’t take up much space anyway.

Aria disembarked with her friends and stood braiding the ends of her hair until she realized she was doing it, and then she thrust her hands in her jeans pockets. It was a nervous mannerism she’d had all her life and she really ought to stop touching her hair.

The pilot handed their paperwork one by one to a group of men waiting for them. They all wore the navy-blue Caves of Correction T-shirt with the writing in white embroidery over their pocket. The man who called her name was every bit as delicious-looking as the pilot. They bred big handsome men here. Or maybe they only hired yummy-looking ones.

“I’m Cayden Marshall. Please follow me,” he said.

She took hold of the handle of her carry-on and followed the man. He was well over six foot to her five five, and had curly brown hair and brown eyes. Her own eyes were brown but his were much richer and darker, just like chocolate. Oh yes he was nice. I hope that means he’s going to be my Dom. I bet he knows how to paddle an ass to perfection.

Aria looked all around as they walked but the path they were on was a tiny narrow trail. So narrow in fact his broad shoulders scarcely fit between the shrubbery on either side of the path. They turned onto a second trail, and then a third, until they arrived at a wooden cottage with a sturdy door. Cayden unlocked it and waved her in, turning on the lights as he did, but not coming past the threshold himself.

He handed her the copy of her contract which the pilot had given him. “You have until midnight to change your mind about any or all items on the contract. Until then you can choose to leave immediately, or decide not to do some of the activities you’ve checked. But after midnight the contract is set. The only way to change your mind after midnight is to say your safe word. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I do.”

“What is your safe word?”


“Read your contract carefully, make any changes, and leave it on the table here.”

He closed the door and was gone.




Aria was aching to come. The spankings had heated her blood to the point where she was ready to scream at them to fuck her. But her brain wasn’t totally fried yet and she couldn’t answer the question honestly. She knew she must always tell the truth or her Masters wouldn’t know how to please her But she wasn’t sorry she’d untied her bindings. It’d given her a sense of achievement as well as filling in the time until they’d arrived.

So she hedged and whispered, “Please, Master, fuck me.” That, at least was honest.

He drove two fingers into her cunt startling her. She’d been expecting a cock. But before she could do more than gasp, his cock slammed into her ass. This was no gentle wiggle and rock until she’d adjusted to his length and girth. Instead it was a hard burn driving all the way into her ass, making every nerve ending scream in pain. But once he was deep inside her the nerves started tingling again with pleasure. So she blinked the water from her eyes and caught her breath. That maneuver had shocked her, but damn, it’d been effective.

Seb stood behind her head lowering his cock to her mouth, “Suck me,” he ordered. Confidently she took him into her mouth and licked all around his head, wetting him thoroughly before sucking him inside and filling her mouth with him.

Then Cayden stepped over her body, his back to her and held her pussy lips open with two fingers. He pushed his cock inside her cunt, forcing it deeper and deeper, but her tissues stretched to accommodate him and soon he was all the way inside her. All she could see now was Seb leaning over her, keeping his cock in her mouth where he wanted it. She had the impression of all three men moving slightly so they were all in the correct position, but no one was complaining and all three cocks were in her body, so however they’d arranged it, clearly the method worked. But then she suspected it was something they’d done before and had stage managed to perfection.

“Swallow me. Take me all the way down your throat. I want to feel how tight it is around my dick,” said Seb.

Obediently she licked up and down his erection, wetting it carefully, and then she let his cockhead rest against the back of her throat. It opened and she swallowed Seb’s cock, deep throating him as she’d learned all those years ago and just rehearsed yesterday.

It was difficult to concentrate on him though, because Leo and Cayden were doing amazing things with the rest of her body. Now she knew there were only three of them she could understand who was touching her where, but it was still pretty mind-blowing.

Six hands on her body were four more than she’d experienced before last night, and it was more than enough to send her wild with desire.

Leo’s touch was worshipful, coaxing her body to respond to him. Cayden’s was possessive and demanding, ordering it to do his bidding. Seb’s was light and teasing, something, stretching, sometimes pinching, but never predictable in touch, weight or style. Together the three of them sent her spiraling into need at rocket speed.

They matched their strokes, pounding in and out of her in total synchronicity. That was damn arousing too. Knowing that they deliberately worked together, intentionally driving her higher and higher. Cayden was pinching and stretching her clit. It was as hot as fire and she knew the orgasm coiled in her belly was going to break out soon. Seb’s hands on her nipples were teasing them just right She never knew where he’d touch her or how much pressure he’d use, but all she knew was that she wanted it and wanted him to keep doing it.

Seb grabbed her hair, pulling her head off the narrow spanking bench. He bent over her, driving his cock so deep down her throat her lips touched his balls. The pain in her head compounded by the pleasure in the rest of her body made her lose control and her orgasm charged through her, shaking her so hard she was glad there were three men to catch her if she fell off the bench with the power of her release.

Instead they all paused for a moment, and then began slamming into her harder than ever.

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