The Club of Dominance Collection, Volume 2 (MFM)

Club of Dominance

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 81,607
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[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Romance, Consensual BDSM, Ménage a Trois, Contemporary, Romantic Suspense, Public Exhibition, Spanking, Paddling, Flogging, Wax Play, Cupping, Sex Toys, MFM, HEA]

Aurora's Doms

Aurora Atherton has been pining over Doms Mike and Mackenzie "Mac" Tanner for a whole year, but they have never given her the time of day. She is worried that the boys in high school and college were right about her being frigid and is resigned to being alone for the rest of her life.

But then a guardian angel by the name of Turner Pike steps in and sets the trio up.

Even though the three people begin a relationship, there are still issues to be worked out before the boat stops rocking.

Will the two Doms get through the walls around their little sub? Or will issues from the past impinge on their relationship?

Danger comes calling and it’s a race against time to rescue Aurora from the clutches of malevolence. Their woman’s life is in peril and they have to get to her before it’s too late.

A Sub to Love

Justine Downey applies for a job at a security company and doesn’t know her bosses are Dominants. The men are brawny and sexy, and awaken her dormant libido.

Garth and Derrick Jackson know their new admin assistant is submissive but are unaware of her proclivities. They want in her life and bed.

Their new employee comes in to work on her second day battered, bruised, and sick. The two men take care of her, and when they learn she is in danger they vow to protect her with their lives.

But getting her to trust them is a lot harder than they imagine after the hard life she has led. Just when she begins to open up with them and is starting to trust them with her body as well as her mind, she is literally snatched away from under their noses.

They rush in to rescue her, but will they be in time?

Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.

The Club of Dominance Collection, Volume 2 (MFM)
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The Club of Dominance Collection, Volume 2 (MFM)

Club of Dominance

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Word Count: 81,607
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Aurora's Doms


Aurora had actually taken the time to put on makeup for tonight. She had dark smudges beneath her eyes and still had some bruising on her cheek that she was trying to hide, and because she wasn’t sleeping, she was so anxious she wasn’t eating much either. The thought of food made her feel physically ill, and she only managed a few bites to eat over the last five days. She let the smile fall from her face as the latest members to enter disappeared through the internal double doors to the club, and she lowered herself into the chair with a sigh.

Masters Matt and Luke were taking turns being with her at the reception counter, and Master Luke was currently speaking on the phone. When he shifted she glanced over to see him watching her with a frown. She looked away quickly and cursed the heat suffusing her cheeks. Aurora had attempted a scene with him and his brother, and she hadn’t felt a thing when they had played with her. She was deeply embarrassed over that incident and had hoped she wouldn’t have to spend much time with them, but it seemed she was being thwarted in all directions lately.

What the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I feel anything when I submit? I know I’m submissive inside, so why can’t I let go?

Aurora felt like she would never experience the deep-seated need of true submission and wondered if she was just wasting her time. Maybe all those boys in high school and college were right. Maybe I am just so fucking cold inside that nobody will ever get through the layers of ice. The word frigid hovered on the edges of her mind.

Master Turner had taken her aside quite a few months back and suggested she not play in the club until she was truly ready. She could remember that conversation like it was yesterday and didn’t think she would ever forget it. God, she was so naïve. How the hell had he known how she felt? She had been so careful and tried not to let on to anyone what her feelings were, but it seemed her efforts had been futile. Sometimes she wished she had never discovered the world of BDSM. If she hadn’t, maybe she would be in a vanilla relationship and happy enough with her lot, because she wouldn’t have known what was missing.

* * * *

“Aurora, why do you persist trying to scene with Doms you have no connection to?” Master Turner asked.

“Sorry, Master?”

Master Turner sighed. “You, little sub, have a very loving heart. We both know that no matter how hard you try, no one but the men you love will be able to make you react. You aren’t ready to play with other Doms, Aurora. I would really appreciate it if you didn’t play unless your heart was in it, honey. You are damaging my Doms’ egos.”

Aurora’s face flushed. She lowered her eyes and shifted uncomfortably.

“Will you do something for me?” Master Turner asked and waited for her to meet his eyes.

“If I can, Master Turner.”

“I want you to think about playing out a scene with Masters Mike and Mac.” He held up his hand and gave her a stern look when she opened her mouth to interrupt. “Don’t interrupt me, sub. We both know you want to, Aurora, so please don’t you dare insult my integrity by denying it. You are the sort of woman who will love once and deeply. You won’t ever be able to endure another’s touch. Please, just go and ask them to top you. But if you can’t find the courage you need to face the men you care for, don’t ask or accept scene plays from other Doms unless you can give them your true submission.”

Aurora didn’t know how to respond to or face such blatant truthfulness. She tried to lower her head, but Master Turner reached out, cupping her chin to stop the action.

“I’m not trying to hurt you, Aurora, but if you continue on the way you have, you may end up doing more damage than good. How are you going to feel if you finally find a Dom who can reach you physically? I know you, sub. You are going to tear yourself up inside if you give yourself to a man or men you don’t love. You will never be able to look yourself in a mirror again. You will feel like you have betrayed your heart and soul. Give them time, honey. They will come around eventually, and the wait will be worth it.

“Don’t ever doubt the passion you have buried deep inside. It’s there just waiting for the right men to tap into. You are a true submissive, Aurora, but you need to have your heart engaged to give up that tight control.”

Master Turner took hold of her hand. “Now, why don’t we go and sit at the bar for a while. We can share a drink, and I want you to relax for a few minutes and think about what I’ve said.”

Master Turner helped her onto a stool and ordered her a drink. She sat and thought over everything he had said and knew he was right. She wasn’t in love with Masters Luke and Matt, so she had been locked up tighter than a chastity belt inside. Making the decision then and there to not play in another scene was like a weight lifting from her shoulders. There were only two men she wanted to be with, and no one else would ever do.




How she was able to move on legs that felt like the consistency of wet noodles she had no clue. When she was in position, draped across it, she held still while they secured her wrists and ankles with the cuffs. Her mind raced as she wondered what they were going to do to her. Her body ached to be filled by them, but she wasn’t sure she should let them. They had ignored her for so long. Why all of a sudden were they willing to see to her needs now?

“You have been a very bad little sub. Will you take your punishment and please your Doms?” Master Mac asked in a low voice.

“Yes, Master,” she responded before she could stop herself. Aurora wanted to ask them why they wanted to play with her now, but knew if she spoke out of turn she would displease the two Doms and earn more punishment.

Warm hands caressed her ass cheeks, and it took everything she had not to wriggle or thrust her ass up into Master Mike’s hands.

“Do you know why we’re going to punish you, Aurora?”

“No, Master.”

Smack. Aurora gasped as a hard hand slapped her ass. The sting radiated heat into her flesh, and the vibrations caused her clit to throb.

“You need to be punished for letting other Doms play with you. If I ever catch you with another man there will be hell to pay, baby.” He landed smack after smack on her ass, raining blows on each cheek alternately but never alighting in the same place.

The tension seeped from her body and she became more relaxed with each swat. After the tenth blow, the stinging pain seemed to morph into pleasurable tingles which reverberated from her butt cheeks and traveled around to her pussy. She inhaled deeply and sank into the calm sea of sensation. Her awareness was of her own needy body and the two Doms in the room with her.

Fingers caressed her slit, rubbing through her swollen, wet tissue and up to her engorged nub. Hallelujah, I have a wet pussy. If I can get turned on then that must mean I’m not frigid. Her clit throbbed in time with her rapid heartbeat and her cunt clenched as if begging to be filled.

“So fucking wet,” Master Mac rasped. “You like getting your ass spanked, don’t you, sub?”

“Yes, Master,” Aurora replied.Was that my voice sounding so dreamy and breathy?

“No one else can make you wet for them, can they, baby?” Master Mike asked as he slapped her ass again.

“No, Master.”

“Such an honest little sub.” His hands smoothed over her ass cheeks, making them tingle even more.

She sobbed with arousal and hoped they would make her come. She was so hot, wet, and achy, and she knew only these two men would be able to quench the fire burning inside.

“When was the last time you had sex, honey?” Master Mac asked.

“I–I…” Aurora stammered, and then she cried out when a finger drew small circles on top of her clit.

Smack. “Answer the question, Aurora,” Master Mike demanded.

“Never, Master.”

The hands caressing her ass stopped and the finger massaging her clit halted.

“Are you a virgin, sub?” Master Mac asked in a hoarse voice.

“Yes, Master.”

“Fuck me. Send her over, Mac.”

The finger working her clit began to rub, starting off slow and gathering speed while the hands on her ass gripped and kneaded it, separating her cheeks and stretching her asshole. Aurora whimpered as another finger rimmed around her pussy, gathering cream and creating blissful pleasure. Then that finger began to penetrate her body and the one on her clit moved faster and faster. Her internal walls rippled, sending more cream to drip from her vagina. Her womb grew heavy and her blood heated as her insides grew tauter and tauter. The further the finger slid inside her cunt, the more her need grew, and she tried to force that digit in more. Another slap landed on her ass, this one much harder than the preceding smacks. She cried out when the finger was withdrawn but then mewed with delight as two were pressed inside her body. Then they began to move. In and out they thrust, stretching and caressing her wet flesh while sending shards of pleasure coursing through her.

The tension inside her grew in mammoth proportions until she felt like she was on the edge looking over the cliff face. And then she was there, right on the precipice, gasping in great gulps of air as she tried to fill her lungs.

Aurora screamed as bliss assailed her from all sides. Fingers rubbed against her asshole, lighting her up, as others pumped in and out of her pussy and rubbed her clit.


A Sub to Love


Justine entered the office of Jackson’s Security and walked over to her desk, waving to Garth and Derrick as they looked at her through their open office door. She’d been up all night dealing with the police, giving her statement. She was so tired all she wanted to do was curl up in bed, cry out her grief for her brother and sleep. Her energy level was nonexistent, she was running on empty, and she was in pain.

Her left eye was so swollen she could barely open it and the bruising on her cheek was so dark it was nearly black. She’d been wearing her sunglasses since she’d walked out the front door of her rental, and had no intention of taking them off while she worked, and she’d tried to cover her bruised cheek by applying makeup. It had been a painful experience, but she had persevered and hoped like hell it would be enough to hide the bruising. Even though she thought that the Jacksons would give her time off after what had happened, she had no intention of asking for it. She had no money left and she needed her next paycheck. One thing she was really glad of right at that moment was that she had her back to the two men. The last thing she needed was for them to start asking questions until she broke down. She was only hanging onto her emotions by a thin thread, and anyone being nice to her would set her off, but she had no intention of breaking down while at work.

After putting her purse away, she turned the answering machine off and booted up the computer.

“Justine, can you come in here for a bit?” Derrick called out. “I want to show you our price lists and how we do quotes.”

She didn’t want to go in there but she couldn’t refuse. This was what she had been employed to do and she still had so much to learn. With a sigh of resignation she rose to her feet. Her head and face were throbbing and she felt herself sway slightly. Gripping the edge of her desk until the dizziness passed, she then slowly turned and walked into Derrick and Garth’s office. Derrick’s phone had just rung and he held up a finger without looking at her, silently asking her to wait. Garth was looking at his computer monitor and talking on the phone, too. Thank you, God.

Justine eased herself into a seat that was placed in front of and between the two desks. She wasn’t really feeling well and being off her feet helped.

Derrick looked up and roared, “Jesus fucking Christ, I’ll call you back.”

He slammed the phone down and was around his desk and on his knees in front of her within the blink of an eye. When he reached up for her sunglasses she leaned back away from him.

“Don’t move,” he said in a deep, commanding voice, and even though she was still in a great deal of pain, the tone and the timbre of his voice caused her to shiver with sexual awareness. But it also made her freeze into compliance.

What is up with that?

Derrick removed her sunglasses and gasped. “Who did this to you?”

“Fuck,” Garth yelled and hurried to her side. He reached out to touch her face but drew back when she flinched. “I would never hurt you, Justine. What the hell happened to you?”

She drew a shaky breath and blinked, trying to control the tears that were forming at the back of her eyes. She opened her mouth to begin explaining, but before she could, another masculine voice drew the Jackson brothers’ attention.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Matt asked angrily. “You nearly ruptured my fucking eardrum. My ear is still fucking ringing.”

Justine didn’t dare look at Matt, it was bad enough that her bosses hadn’t taken their eyes off of her, but then he was standing behind Derrick and she slowly met his gaze.

“Shit. Who the hell hit you?” She flinched since it seemed like his anger was now directed at her.

“No one in this office would ever hurt someone weaker than they are, Justine.” Derrick cupped her chin. “Please don’t be scared of us. We’re worried about you, honey. Now tell me who hurt you.”

His voice was so deep and demanding she didn’t stand a chance. Justine found herself telling the three men about last night and wondered why she all of a sudden felt so numb. By the time she had finished explaining, the pounding in her head had intensified and she felt physically sick. She was swaying in her seat, cold to the bone and shaking like a leaf.

“Whoa.” Derrick gripped her shoulders to keep her from falling and she was truly grateful, because she felt like she could have fallen to the floor like a puddle of melted ice. “Garth, call Nate Charleston I want her checked over.”

“Have you seen a doctor, baby?”

It took her a moment to register that Garth was talking to her. The paramedics who had taken Mark’s body away had given her a cursory medical exam, had told her nothing was broken, then advised her to put ice on her eye and cheek and to get some rest. That hadn’t been possible. Justine had spent hours going over what had happened with the police and coroner, and by the time they had left, all she wanted to do was shower and fall into bed. She’d showered but the rest had been pushed aside because she’d had to get to work.




He wanted to place his fingers and thumbs over those turgid peaks and squeeze until she gasped out with pleasure and then he wanted to slip his hands down the front of her trousers and under her panties and feel the wetness between her pussy lips. She was already turned on. He could smell the cream leaking from her cunt.

Garth drained the last of his coffee to ease the dryness in his throat and took over from Derrick. “If our woman had been really bad, we could bring her to the edge of climax over and over again and not let her come until she was screaming.”

“Oh God,” Justine whimpered.

Garth glanced around the diner quickly and realized that most of the lunch crowd was gone. There was an elderly man sitting at the counter, talking to the waitress, and other than the cook out back, the place looked empty. They had been lucky enough to get a booth in the back of the restaurant that was situated so that the tall seat backs obscured the three of them from the view of the other customers. That would come in handy.

The waitress approached and took their orders, and once she was gone, Garth moved in close to her side and draped his arm over her shoulders.

Justine turned her head to look at him and asked in a whisper, “What are you doing?”

Derrick moved in on the other side of her, until they were both plastered against the sides of her body.

Garth held her gaze and slowly lowered his head. He kissed her lightly on the lips and sighed into her mouth when she opened up to him without any hesitation. While he kept her mouth occupied by slipping his tongue inside and tangling it with hers, he pulled on her shirt until it came out of the waistband of her pants. He caressed his fingers over the smooth, soft skin of her belly. Justine turned her head away from his and gulped in air. She had taken two deep breaths and then Derrick was kissing her.

He flicked the button on her pants open, slid the zipper down, and then slid his hand into her panties. Biting his lip was the only way to hold in his lustful groan when he encountered her hot, wet cunt. Turning slightly so he had the diner’s occupants in his peripheral vision, he pressed two fingers into her vagina and placed his thumb over her clit. When he saw movement beneath her shirt, he knew that Derrick was playing with her nipples and was very glad his brother was still kissing her when she mewled with pleasure.

Garth began to pump his fingers in and out of her pussy and although she tried to stay quiet, he could hear the small muffled sounds of pleasure she made. When he curled his fingers inside her and found her G-spot, he kept rubbing over the spongy flesh while he thrummed her clit. Her fingers reached down and gripped his wrist firmly and he knew she was on the edge of an orgasm. Since he wanted her to explode like she never had before he stopped his movements and waited until her internal walls stopped rippling around his digits. Her grip on him relaxed, and he held in a chuckle as he started all over again. He thrust his fingers in and out of her cunt, pushing in as far as the webbing of his hand and then withdrew only to do it again and again. Her muscles clenched on him again, and this time he wasn’t sure if it was to egg him on or because she was climbing the ladder to ecstasy again. Not that it mattered. He wasn’t about to let her control what her body did.

Once more he stilled and waited for the tension in her muscles to wane. She slumped and then Garth hooked his fingers once more and massaged the pads of his fingers over her sweet spot while caressing her clit with his thumb. He leaned in close to her ear and nipped her earlobe. “Come now, Justine.”

Her pussy tightened around his fingers, squeezing so hard he couldn’t contain the groan that formed in his chest from rumbling up and escaping through his mouth. Thank God Derrick had leaned down to cover her mouth with his again, because if he hadn’t, the other occupants of the diner would have known what they were up to. The moan Justine made as she came was muffled enough not to be heard by anyone but himself and Derrick. Little aftershocks rippled through her pussy intermittently until finally Justine’s body relaxed and slumped against his side. With gentle care for her sensitive sex, he slowly withdrew his fingers from her cunt and then removed them from her pants. Derrick released her mouth and she was panting as she turned toward him.

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