The Club of Dominance Collection, Volume 1 (MFMM)

Club of Dominance

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 90,712
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[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois/Quatre Romance, Public Exhibition, Spanking, Flogging, Sex Toys, MFMM, HEA]

In Between Two Doms, When she is ordered by two sexy Doms to strip at a job interview at a BDSM club, Charlene "Charlie" Seward isn't sure what she has gotten herself into. After revealing almost all of her body to the two men, she balks and wonders if this is the right job for her.

The club owner, Master Turner Pike, and his friend Master Barry Winston are the most dominant, handsome, masculine men Charlie has ever encountered. Unbeknownst to her, Charlie is a natural submissive and the two men pick up on those personality characteristics right away. They want to explore a relationship with the sexy, voluptuous little sub.

Just when things seem to be looking up for the three and their relationship is heading in a positive direction, danger is lurking in the shadows. Malevolence comes calling to Charlie’s doorstep, and it’s a race against time for the two Doms to save her.

Will they get to her in time?

In Dominant Saviors, Emma Macintosh is in serious trouble. She wakes up to find herself in a BDSM club surrounded by three Doms who have rescued her.

Anton Taylor, also known as Tank, along with Detective Gary Wade and Dr. Jack Williams, is attracted to the naturally submissive and wounded Emma on sight.

When they find out what she has endured at the hands of Andrew Mitchell, the three Doms vow to protect her. They take her into their home and ease her into the world of BDSM, but Emma is holding part of herself back. With patience and loving care the dominant men get their sub to let go and open up with them.

Mitchell pops up on the grid again and manages to kidnap Emma. It’s a race against time for the three Doms to save her.

Will they get to her in time? Or will she die at the hands of her nemesis?

Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.

The Club of Dominance Collection, Volume 1 (MFMM)
1 Ratings (3.0)

The Club of Dominance Collection, Volume 1 (MFMM)

Club of Dominance

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 90,712
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Turner knew that the other men were going to be intrigued by her. Charlene was a paradox. One minute she was feisty and the next sweet and innocent, and as far as Turner could see it wasn’t an act. He couldn’t wait to unravel her layers and find out who the real woman was and what made her tick.

Charlene held up the skirt and then the corset and eyed them with wide eyes. She glanced toward him and then blushed when she caught him watching her. She was definitely shy. He wondered if she would have a problem displaying her body in public. From what he had seen earlier he thought she would, but he’d also seen the pulse beating hard and fast at the base of her throat. Even though she had been nervous and a little intimidated by him and Barry, she had also been very aroused. Turner decided to push her a little more.

“And, Charlene, as my submissive, you aren’t to wear panties or a bra.”

Charlene’s shocked little gasp amused him greatly. After a moment of silence, she finally lowered the outfit and let it dangle from one hand as she looked at him and then Barry. “Fine, I’ll wear your stupid outfit.”

Turner bit his tongue to hide his smile. Her statement had been said with resignation, but there was a definite sparkle in her eyes. It looked like their little sub was excited about wearing such different clothes. He wondered why she tried to hide such a beautiful curvy body. When he and Barry were closer to her, he intended to take her shopping. There would be no shapeless shirts or slacks for her. No, he would make sure she had feminine things that showcased her stunning voluptuous figure. He glanced toward his friend and saw the glimmer of humor in his eyes, too. They were always attuned to each other, so he knew that Barry had caught on to the excitement she had shown. Showing her how sexy she was and how much gratification they could give her was going to be a pleasure.

Charlene turned away from them and walked toward the double doors leading to the hallway. Barry gave him a wink as Turner turned to follow her. He moved around her quickly and opened the doors for her and then gestured for her to precede him. Biting back another smile at her harrumph, he walked at her side until they were at the entrance.

Turner took her hand in his and held it much longer than necessary and watched as goose bumps raced up her arm. Oh yes, little sub, you are definitely feeling the attraction. I can’t wait to tap into all the passion and set it free.

“It was nice meeting you, Charlene. Drive carefully and we’ll see you tomorrow night.” Turner opened the door.

Charlene snatched her hand from his, gave him one more glare, and hurried down the steps to her car. As she got into the driver’s seat and drove away, she gave him surreptitious glances.

He went back inside to speak with Barry. They had some planning to do, and although they would have to take care not to push little Charlene Seward too far, push her they would.

Barry was waiting for him and gave him a smile. “She could be the one, couldn’t she?”

“Yes, I think she just might be.”

“You know she’s going to fight us every step of the way.” Barry’s smile widened.

“Yes, I think she’ll lead us on a merry chase.” Turner smiled, too. “Little Miss Charlene doesn’t even know how submissive she is.”

“Yeah, I got that. We’ve planted the seed though. Want to place a wager that she comes in here tomorrow tired after a sleepless night?”

“You know I don’t gamble, Barry. Besides, that’s a no-brainer. I don’t place bets when I know the outcome.”

“Man, I’m as hard as steel right now,” Barry groaned and shifted on his seat. “I don’t know how I’m gonna get through tonight without her here. God, some of the subs who attend the club are so damn needy, they’re more like slaves. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but that’s not what I’m looking for. I just wish they didn’t come after you and me so much. I’m getting sick of being alone though, Turner. We need to convince Charlie we are what she needs.”

“I agree with you, Barry. I like her nickname and nearly slipped up by calling her that a few times, but I just couldn’t help myself when she practically demanded we call her by it.”

“Shit, it is going to be a long thirty-odd hours.”

“Yes it is, my friend. But as the saying goes, ‘patience is a virtue.’”

“Yeah, but I don’t like her not being here where we can keep an eye on her. If she was here under our protection I could be as patient as a snail, but since she’s not I’m on damned pins.”

“As am I, Barry.” Turner sighed and slapped his friend on the shoulder. “Let’s get to work. If we keep ourselves occupied then the time will go faster.”

“Do you think we’ll be able to convince her to move in here? We can give her one of the spare rooms.”

“One step at a time, my friend.” Although Turner was spouting out aphorisms, he was just as eager as Barry. Turner was very easygoing and patient and Barry the eager beaver, but this time he was just as zealous as his friend. He tamped down his thoughts and headed toward his office. Tomorrow night would be upon them before they knew it.

God, I hope so!




Once Charlie began to relax, he removed the flogger from her back and then flicked his wrist. The slapping noise made Charlie jerk. Though she tugged against the restraints, Barry knew she hadn’t felt any pain, because his friend hadn’t put much force in the hit. With every flick, Turner added more strength until the flogger began to leave pink marks on their sub’s back. He worked his way down until he was flogging her ass. Until that moment, Charlie hadn’t made a sound other than her panting breaths, but now she began to moan as the strands of leather connected with her buttocks and she pushed her hips up into the blows.

Barry’s cock jerked and pulsed, and his balls ached. He wanted to walk up behind her, release his hard dick from his constricting jeans, and ram his penis into her hot, wet pussy with one shove. He adjusted his aching erection and glanced up to see Turner smiling at him. The urge to touch her was too much, so he moved around the cross until he was standing in front of her. Her face was flushed with desire, her lips were plump and swollen, her eyes closed, and tears were running down her face.

“Wait.” Barry held his hand up to stop Turner striking her again. “What’s wrong, baby? Is the pain too much?”

“No,” she moaned. “It feels so good. God help me but it’s not enough.”

Using his hands, Barry wiped the moisture from her cheeks and then walked back over to the door, where Turner had dropped his equipment bag as they had entered the room. He grabbed a few tissues and the bottle of water sitting on the floor next to the bag. Barry walked back over to Charlie and held the tissues to her nose.

“Blow,” he ordered and was pleased when she obeyed without any hesitation. He then opened the bottle and held it to her lips, letting her quench her thirst. “Okay now?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

Barry tilted her face and brushed his lips over hers. She whimpered when he licked the line of her lips, and she opened to give him access. He kissed her hungrily, hoping to quench some of the fire running through his blood, but it only made his desire flame hotter. He kept his eyes open and watched Turner move to stand behind Charlie. With a deft flick of his wrist, he flipped the flogger over and caught the base of the dildo. Barry slowed and stopped the kiss, and after stroking a finger over her cheek, made his way around her to stand next to Turner. He was just in time to see his friend run the tip of the fake cock through her dew-coated slit and then over her distended clit.

Charlie groaned and thrust her hips forward even more. Barry slapped one of her ass cheeks and then admired the pink handprint forming on her pale skin. Just as he smacked the other cheek, Turner began to push the dildo into her vagina. She mewled and moaned as Turner slowly but surely inserted the rubber into her cunt. When he reached bottom, he eased out until the tip of the cock was resting just inside her body. Charlie tilted her hips up again, trying to get Turner to shove the dildo in again, but he held still, waiting for her to stop moving. Barry gave her ass five swats in quick succession, showing his dominance over her, and she immediately lowered her lower body back to the cross.

“Good sub,” he said loud enough for her to hear. “You will learn that we control your pleasure, Charlie. Not you. We’ll give you what you need but only if you don’t try and take that power from us.”

“Please.” She spoke so softly that she almost whispered, desperation evident in her voice. “I need more.”

Turner mustn’t have been able to hold his desire back because he relented and rammed the dildo into her to the hilt. Charlie cried out and gasped as he pulled it back out again. With increasing speed, Turner shuttled that fake cock in and out of her pussy until she was keening and her body began to shake. The force of Turner’s thrusts looked almost violent, but not once did their woman’s cries sound as if she was in pain. She pushed her forehead into the cushioned St. Andrew’s Cross as she screamed with pleasure. Barry slid his gaze back to between her legs, where cream was dripping from her pussy as her vagina contracted and released around the rubber phallus. Her anus was pulsing, opening and closing, giving him and Turner a peek of her sexy rosette.

Barry sat down on the platform between her feet, so that he was facing Turner, and then bent down so he could scoot between her legs. He had trouble getting his shoulders in through the X of the cross, but he persisted and half turned until one shoulder was through. He was in the prime position for what he wanted. Her pussy was just below the middle of the X and accessible to him if he leaned forward slightly. Using his thumbs, he separated her labia, and opening his mouth over the top of her slit, he began licking and nibbling on her clit.

Turner withdrew the dildo from her pussy, and Barry slid his tongue through her drenched folds and sucked her delectable cream into his mouth.

“She tastes nice and sweet, doesn’t she, Master Barry?”


“Listen to the little sounds our sub makes while we are pleasuring her.” Master Turner moved closer to him and their woman. “I can’t wait to make love to our sub. Would you like that, Charlene?”

“Oh God,” she cried when Barry sucked her clit into his mouth, suckling on the sensitive bundle of nerves gently but firmly.

Smack. “I asked you a question, sub. I expect an answer,” Turner stated coldly.




Tank eyed the small brunette as she stood quietly next to the tall, muscular man he presumed was her Dom. She was so tiny and petite, the top of her head didn’t even reach the shoulders of the man beside her. Her head was lowered and her hands were clasped in front of her, but her body language told him she didn’t want to be here at Club of Dominance, and maybe she didn’t want to be with the man beside her.

He wondered what sort of relationship she had with the man at her side. Was she his girlfriend as well as his sub? He studied her surreptitiously as Aurora went through the club rules with the Dom. And he was a Dominant, or so the man thought. The guy stood a little less than six feet tall, with a lean, athletic physique, but his body language was all wrong. Tank didn’t like the way he stood so aggressively, with his hips jutted forward and his jaw clamped tight and his chin pushed out. The asshole glared at Aurora as she explained the club rules.

Aurora obviously didn’t like him either, because she moved in closer to Tank’s side, unconsciously seeking protection and comfort. Tank placed a hand at her back and rubbed soothingly, letting her know he was aware of her discomfort. He shifted his gaze back to the little woman at the asshole’s side. She was quite a beauty with her shoulder-length auburn hair and petite but curvy body. Her eyelashes were long and curved, nearly resting against the pale skin of her cheeks. She shifted slightly, and he noticed how she clutched her fingers together so hard that her knuckles were white. Definitely a couple to keep an eye on. Something just wasn’t right about the pair. He wondered if maybe they were only in a weekend Dom/sub relationship. He hoped so.

The woman called on all his male instincts of protection as well as his dominant tendencies. But what surprised him the most was that his cock was sitting up and taking notice. His penis had begun twitching behind the fly of his black jeans as soon as he had sighted the small woman.

She had on a red leather miniskirt and a black corset which pushed her breasts up so high they were in danger of spilling out of the top. She looked like she was having trouble breathing and he glanced down to see that her corset had been pulled in too tight. The poor thing couldn’t even take a deep breath, just short little pants, but her eyes never rose from the floor and she didn’t look like she was about to complain. And since he’d had no interest in a female besides playing occasionally with an unattached sub in the club, he decided he wanted to get to know this sub much better. He just hoped that the little one wasn’t attached to the asshole at her side.

“I know all the rules regarding Doms and their subs. You don’t need to tell me any more.”

Tank slid his eyes over to the asshole when Aurora took a step back. He had planted his hands on the counter and was leaning over antagonistically and glaring at Aurora.

Tank gently grasped Aurora’s hips and moved her back a couple of steps. Then he stood in front of her so the asshole couldn’t see her. He felt her little hands clutch the back of his T-shirt for a moment, and then she rubbed his back as if trying to soothe him.

“Every Dom and sub are to be told the rules of Club of Dominance.” Tank drew on his full six-foot-four height as he glared at the asshole. Trying to intimidate the prick, he crossed his arms over his chest, knowing that his large biceps bulged even more. “Master Turner Pike makes sure that everyone understands the house rules. It is imperative that each person who enters through these doors understands that the policies are, and always will be, safe, sane, and consensual and that we allow no sadomasochism.

“You and your sub are to read the club policies and then sign at the bottom. That way there can be no litigation since everyone who enters the club understands the rules. Every Dom and sub in this club is to be treated with the utmost respect.” Tank narrowed his eyes and was satisfied when the arrogant ass moved back from the counter. Tank handed him the papers and then turned to the woman, but he kept the prick in his peripheral vision as he studied the elfin sub while the bastard filled in the papers.

Her face was pale, and perspiration had formed on her upper lip and forehead. She gripped her fingers so tightly now that they were starting to turn as white as her knuckles. Tank watched as she tried to draw a deep breath into her lungs, but he could see she was in trouble. She began swaying on her feet as if she was about to pass out.

“Aurora, get Master Turner and Master Barry out here now.” Tank didn’t bother trying to skirt around the end of the counter. There wasn’t time. Right at this moment he had never been so glad for his military training and the fact that he kept up his physique with martial arts and weightlifting. He placed a hand on the counter and jumped over it with ease. Just as his feet landed, the auburn-haired woman’s legs buckled. Tank grasped her around the waist and lifted her slight weight into his arms. She whimpered as if she was in pain, which made him shift his hold on her. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.

“You stupid bitch.” The asshole turned toward Tank and reached out to grab the woman’s arm in a cruelly bruising grip. “I told you to drink that water before we arrived here. Can’t you do anything right?”




Emma did as Tank told her, and Gary separated her knees so that her legs were splayed wide and her feet hung over the outside of Master Tank’s spread thighs. Gary washed Emma’s pussy, being sure to caress the sponge over her little clit, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to be able see her pussy unhindered by the water. He quickly finished washing her sex and then cleaned her ass. Once done he rinsed the sponge and lobbed it onto the side of the tub.

“She’s clean. Let’s get our sweet little sub out and dried off.”

Jack had already snagged the clean towel that had been hanging on the rail, and when Tank handed Emma off to him, Gary once more lifted her arms above her head and clasped her wrists in one hand. Jack dried Emma quickly and Gary released her wrists and then picked her up, being careful not to touch the waterproof bandages on her back. He carried her into the bedroom and placed her in the middle of the bed with her ass on the end of the mattress. Jack was right behind him, and moments later Tank joined them after he’d dried off.

He couldn’t wait another minute. Gary had to have a taste of her now.

Kneeling on the floor, he pushed her thighs apart and lowered his head toward her pussy. The sweet, musky scent of her arousal assailed his nostrils, and he inhaled deeply, taking her delectable aroma in. He bent down and swiped his tongue from the top of her slit down to her dripping hole and a little farther until he reached her ass. Emma moaned and her hips tilted as if offering him easier access to her sexy body.

Gary intended to have her writhing and begging him to make her come by the time he’d finished with her.

He licked back up to her pussy hole, stiffened his tongue, and thrust in as far as he could reach. The sounds she made warmed his heart, but their little sub was a wriggler. He lifted his head and found that Tank and Jack were half lying on the bed, their knees on the floor, their chests on the mattress, and their attention on Emma. Tank was devouring her mouth as if he was about to eat her whole, and Jack pinched one nipple while sucking on the other one.

“Hold her still,” Gary said and then placed his mouth back in her honey-dripping cunt.

He flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit rapidly and smiled against her when she let out a small squeal and tried to shift away. Gary wrapped his arms around her upper thighs, which wedged his shoulders between her legs. He placed one hand on her pubic bone, and the other he splayed over her abdomen. Using the thumb of the hand on her pubis, he pulled the skin at the top of her slit taut, which made her engorged clit stand out even more. He laved it with his tongue.

He was aware of the squeals, whimpers, and sobs Emma made as he pleasured her, but he ignored them as he set about sending her over the edge into orgasm, comfortable in the fact that Jack and Tank wouldn’t let her move too much and hurt her back. While he tended to her pussy, Jack and Tank alternately kissed her mouth and sucked on her nipples.

Gary removed the hand on her belly and caressed her anus before moving up to her pussy. First he pushed one finger into her tight, wet heat and eased it in as far as he could. As he withdrew, he turned his finger pad up and searched out her G-spot. He gave it a caress as he licked her clit, and she screamed with pleasure. Her cunt rippled around his finger and then released as she thrust her hips up toward his face. When he withdrew nearly all the way, he added another finger and pushed both back inside her honey-coated sheath, thrusting them in and out until she was on the very edge of climax. Then he changed his rhythm. Instead of pumping his fingers in and out of her cunt, he made little circles, making sure the pads of his fingers caressed across her G-spot. Gary counted in his head wondering if he would make it to five.

One, two, three…

She screamed the house down. Her vagina clenched and released around his fingers so hard, he wanted to bury his cock in her sweet little pussy and feel her sopping sheath squeezing him. He continued stroking over her hot spot and sucked her clit into his mouth, sending her over the edge again. His little sub didn’t scream this time. She gasped and whimpered as if she had no breath left in her lungs, her body shaking and shuddering until she finally flopped back on the bed, totally replete and supine.

Gary withdrew his fingers from her vagina and licked up all her honey. When he was done, he lifted his head to stare at his beautiful little sub. Her cheeks were still pink from her climactic high, and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she gained her breath back while Jack and Tank soothed her with caresses to her arms and belly. She had closed her eyes, and he needed to see her.

“Open your eyes, Emma,” Gary commanded, his voice deeper and more gravelly than usual with his arousal. He just hoped Emma wouldn’t be frightened by the lust even he could hear in his own voice.

Her eyelids lifted, and he stared into her eyes, hazy with passion. He had never seen a more beautiful sight.

“That was so fucking hot. I can’t wait to taste your little pussy, darlin’.” Tank kissed her shoulder.

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