[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Romance, Paranormal, Consensual BDSM, Contemporary, Menage a Trois, Werewolves, Knife Play, Sex Toys, Spanking, Whipping, Paddling, Fire Play, MFM, HEA]
Juliana Grenville longs to be Dom Beckett Parker’s sub, but he seems to hate her. Jason O’Connor is kind and sweet and treats her beautifully but he isn’t a Dom. It seems wrong to date Jason if she wants to be in the dungeon with Dom Beckett.
Juliana is the receptionist at The Dom’s Dungeon BDSM Club. It’s the best job she’s ever had, but it isn’t helping her to become a sub when the man she desperately wants to be her Dom ignores her or glares at her. Yet she can feel the chemistry between them. There’s plenty of chemistry between her and Jason as well. He’s every woman’s dream of a thoughtful and caring man.
Finally she decides to pretend she’s a Domme and perform a stage show at the club with Dom Beckett. Perhaps that’ll make him pay attention to her.
Adelaide Stuart, receptionist at The Dom’s Dungeon BDSM club, longs for two Doms of her own, but she’s terrified of shape-shifters. The only problem is, the men she wants, Doms Wade Sullivan and Mason Barlow, are werewolves. She purposely got the job there because she’s intensely attracted to the lifestyle. But she also thought since several of the men there were shape-shifters, working there would help her overcome her fears.
So far her plan isn’t working. She aches to experience all the delights of the dungeon. She craves all the CosPlay costumes and wants to dress up and play with her Doms. But she can’t let go of her terror at the thought her delicious Doms might be wolves.
Finally she agrees to perform a CosPlay dungeon scene with Wade and Mason, but when she can’t bring herself to sign a contract, they tell her the rules of the club prevent them from taking the relationship any farther.
Cara Adams is a Siren-exclusive author.
Beckett spent some time rehearsing in his dungeon after his final client left. He needed to get ready for the show, but he had enough time to grab some food and a coffee before then. What he didn’t have was time to get changed into street clothes and then change back again. Well, too bad. He’d take the food back to the staff break room instead of eating it in the Stage Lounge, and if people stared at him ordering a meal at the bar, it was too bad.
As he got to the doorway into the Stage Lounge, he saw Juliana, still in her uniform, talking to Jason. I didn’t realize they knew each other. But then, since she’s the club’s receptionist, likely she knows everyone.
He was just about to shrug it off when Jason took Juliana into his arms and kissed her. It was a proper kiss. Beckett could tell that even at this distance. When she turned away from him, Jason’s gaze followed her across the room. If Beckett wasn’t mistaken, Juliana’s knees were a little wobbly as she started walking. That must have been a hell of a good kiss. He was certain she’d been kissed often enough to be impervious to an average kiss.
I should be the one kissing her. She’s mine. And she won’t be a fucking Domme either. She’ll submit to me.
Except how could that be? Unless she was a switch. But why would she put on a show as a Domme if she was a switch? Fucking hell. Jason was his friend as well. Or, at least, they were on the way to being friends. The evening they’d spent together had been a great time, and he’d planned to invite Jason out for a meal again someday. But it looked like Jason had another interest. A redheaded interest.
Well fuck. She’s mine dammit. Beckett frowned. He might just change up the end of their stage show tonight and show her who was really in control.
Forgetting all about food, Beckett turned on his heel and marched back down the stairs to Dungeon One again. It was time to plan a few changes to the ending of their scene—an ending that put the redheaded Domme in his arms where she belonged. And under his control as well.
* * * *
The beginning of their stage show went exactly as planned and exactly as it had the previous day. They arrived from different areas of the Stage Lounge, each demonstrated their skills to the audience, and then they battled each other for the audience’s admiration.
Juliana acted exactly as they’d planned and he did the same, the choreography giving him plenty of opportunity to demonstrate his skills with the whip. Every now and then the crowd broke into spontaneous gasps and clapping, which showed they were paying close attention to the display.
But as he and Juliana moved toward the conclusion, Beckett sensed an extra tension in Juliana. She was always very focused, very intent on her steps and her actions. To the audience it might seem as though she teased and paced around him gracefully and nonchalantly. But up here on the stage with her, he could tell that every step she made, every hand and head movement, was precisely choreographed.
She might be smiling prettily, but the tension showed in her eyes, and he was the only person close enough to know. Had she guessed he planned to alter the ending of their scenario? Was that what had her worrying? Was he giving off vibes that she could pick up warning her he was going to depart from the script?
As the assistants stepped back and displayed the sheet showing their neat parallel lines on it, Juliana cracked her whip out and wrapped it neatly around his waist. As if she’d guessed he’d never agree to be reeled in, she moved closer to him winding the whip around his waist as she did, and openly flirting with him.
The audience had been clapping already, but now they clapped harder.
Damn the fucking woman. This was going to make it ten times harder for him to add the new ending he’d planned.
Instead of shaking hands, as per the script, she lifted her lips to kiss him.
Aha. That was her undoing. This was how he’d rearranged the ending. He lifted her up, but instead of kissing her, he threw her over his shoulder in a modified fireman’s carry, holding her knees tightly in one hand and letting her body hang down his back. Then he left the stage to a lot of clapping, foot stomping, and cheering.
He put her down once they reached the private hallway that led to the staff change rooms and break room.
“You stupid moron. You’ve spoiled everything.” Juliana slid off his shoulder and rammed her knee into his balls before running into the female change room.
No one had ever done that to him before. The pain was intense, but the shock was almost as bad. Beckett grabbed his balls, cupping them gently, and only just managed not to drop to his knees in agony.
“I don’t think she appreciated that.”
Beckett looked up, still hissing from pain, to see Jason standing in the hall watching him.
He dropped his head to her breasts and sucked her entire areola into his mouth. He flicked the nipple with his tongue and then pressed it to the roof of his mouth, which made her groan with the intensity of her pleasure.
Beckett was still pumping two fingers in and out of her ass.
“I’m ready now. Anymore and I’ll combust before I see any cock at all.”
A hard spank landed on her ass, sending fiery heat deep inside her tissues. “Are you sure you’re ready? Don’t you think you could be a little hotter and wetter for us?”
Beckett slapped her again and again, covering her entire ass with his hands until her skin was burning hot and her nipples were so hard they dug into Jason’s chest. Her cunt dripped cream, and she was almost shaking with the need to come.
“Sit up and let Jason feel just how erotic a hot ass is.”
Juliana sat up, her ass burning against Jason’s thighs. Up until now she’d considered his skin against hers to be warm, almost hot. But the heat from her ass was ten times hotter than his thighs. She rubbed her sore ass over his skin and felt her own cunt cream there. She really was going to combust soon. Well, no, maybe she wasn’t. Beckett was deliberately giving her the time to come down from the high the spanking had raised her to and rest on a plateau before they began fucking her. Damn, he was knowledgeable. He seemed to understand her so well.
Beckett took the blindfold off her, and then uncuffed her hands. She smiled at the cuffs. They were navy blue denim, which explained why they hadn’t felt as heavy as she’d expected them to be. He handed her a condom. “Put that on Jason.”
She took the sheath and stroked Jason’s cock. Not that it needed arousing. His cock was thick, long, and hard, the head a deep reddish purple, which showed graphically that he was as aroused as she was. Carefully she rolled the latex over his erection.
Beckett handed her a second condom and stood beside the bed, close to her. His cock was every bit as long, thick, and hard as Jason’s. She couldn’t resist rolling his foreskin down to see what color the head was. Dark red. She released his foreskin and gloved him.
He must have given Jason some kind of sign because Jason pulled her back down and held his cock at her pussy entry. Happily she wiggled until the head was inside her channel and sighed with delight as he thrust deep inside her. He held her hard against his body, his palms flat on her back as Beckett climbed onto the bed behind her.
Beckett pressed firmly at her entry and then rocked his way inside, gradually working deeper and deeper. Juliana closed her eyes and relished the experience. Her body was being stretched tight to fit a second cock inside. Her cunt was full of Jason, and now her ass was being stretched to its limit to accommodate Beckett. She was very full, and there was a sensation of pressure, but it didn’t hurt at all.
Juliana’s only previous experience of anal sex had been over almost before it began, as her boyfriend at the time had lasted less than two minutes. She knew she could rely on these two men to last a lot longer than that and to ensure she orgasmed as well.
There were no words to express the incredible sensations when both men were deep inside her. Juliana was squashed between their bodies, her nipples digging into Jason’s chest, her face resting on his shoulder, his arms tight around her waist. Leaning on her back, Beckett was like a blanket, keeping her toasty and warm, but with his lips and hands all across her neck and shoulders as he pressed a line of surprisingly gentle butterfly kisses to her skin.
Her ass, jammed against Beckett’s pelvis, was still hot and sore, but that only added to the carnality of the moment. And then both men began to pull out of her. Juliana gasped with shock. In the space of a few seconds, she went from stretched far too wide, full of men, to empty and alone. Only the fact that they couldn’t thrust back inside her until they pulled out stopped her from complaining at the sensation of being utterly bereft.
They drove in deep and hard, holding her hips tightly so she couldn’t move, before sliding out again. In and out they pounded until Juliana’s mind was blank with overwhelming pleasure. The steady rhythm hypnotized her, dragging her along with their movements until she couldn’t think or act. All she could do was lie between their bodies, relishing the mind-blowing knowledge that two men were fucking her together.
Dom Mason Barlow had paced out the empty space in the center of the party room so he’d know exactly how many steps he could take while he and Wade gave the party-goers a taste of cosplay. None of the daytime parties were ever hardcore. They were all about introducing people to the concept of an area of kinky play and-or BDSM play.
There was never any complete nakedness or any actual sex at these events either. The erotic parties were held late in the evenings with a very strict admission policy. Besides, he and Wade weren’t looking for quick sex anymore. That kind of entertainment was all very well for a young man at the height of his youth and testosterone production. Once Mason had turned thirty, he’d been ready to find the right woman and settle down. The problem was, two years had passed, and the only woman that he and Wade were both attracted to was Adelaide Stuart, and she was more skittish than a wild brumby on speed.
He leaned against the wall, crossed his legs, and watched her. The very fact that she was here now, when she wasn’t on shift and could have been at home or out with her friends, showed the intensity of her desire for this lifestyle. She was staring at the costumes as if they were cupcakes behind a locked glass case and she was on a diet. Not that he’d ever want her to go on a diet. Her rich, lush curves were exactly what he liked. When two men possessed a woman, they needed to know she was strong enough to take them both. Adelaide’s body was built for two men to worship.
Her shoulder-length brown hair and long bangs fell forward over her face as she admired the costumes, half hiding her enormous brown eyes. But Mason didn’t need to see her face to know her gaze would be poised halfway between adoration and terror, the way it always was when she was near him or any dungeon toys. What made her so wary of this scene? Had she been hurt, personally, by an abusive person? Or did she know of someone who had been? Surely it wasn’t just that she wasn’t ready yet to take the step into the dungeon herself? That should have been more curiosity or wariness than fear. What he discerned in her face was stronger than mere wariness. Something frightened her, yet not enough to keep her away from the scene. After all, she worked here, and no one had forced her to do that. The co-owners of The Dom’s Dungeon were extremely strict about every aspect of the safe, sane, and consensual rule. If she hadn’t signed a contract of her own free will, they wouldn’t have employed her.
No, Little Miss Adelaide was both thrilled and worried, and he was just the man to guide her out of that conflicted place and into a zone where she was filled only with passion and enjoyment. And right after that, he’d invite her into his and Wade’s bed. After they’d fucked her brains out, they could ask her about her problem. Punishment, joy, release. These were the tools of the Dom, and he was ready and willing to use them all on Adelaide. As well as the tool between his legs. He was ready to use that on her as well. By the time he and Wade had warmed her up in the dungeon, she’d climax all over their cocks, their mouths, and their hands. Multiple times. He was certain Little Miss Adelaide was the kind of woman from whom they could coax multiple orgasms.
Mason walked over to where Wade had been setting up one of the tables for their games later on. “Look at Adelaide.”
Wade glanced across at her. She had a hand out and was touching one of the harem costumes with the tip of her finger as if she was frightened it was alive and might bite her.
“She wants to try it on.” Wade spoke confidently.
“Exactly what I was thinking, and Dungeon Eight would be the perfect place for her to do that.”
Wade turned to look at him. “I know we’ve talked about her before. Why do you think she’s ready now, when she clearly hasn’t been ready before?”
Mason shook his head. “I don’t know that she’ll ever be ready. But she definitely wants it. That’s why she’s here. Anyone else whose shift didn’t start for hours yet wouldn’t be here. It’s time for us to make a move on her if that’s what we want.”
“Oh, I definitely want her. But there’s something holding her back.”
“I know. She reminds me of a wild horse, never broken to bridle. I think you and I can deal with that problem between us.”
“It’ll be tricky. It might take a lot of work.”
“But I’m sure she’ll be worth it.”
Wade slapped him on the shoulder. “I agree. Let’s do it.”
Together they walked through the room to where Adelaide was still standing by the rack of women’s costumes. Up close he could see the enormous longing in her face. Hell yes, she was ready to play. All they needed to do was nudge her gently over the line and into their dungeon. She was theirs. She just didn’t know it yet.
“Hi, Adelaide. If you were to play a scene, which costume would you choose?” Wade asked her.
That’s a good question and an excellent way to open the conversation.
Adelaide startled and looked up at them both, flipping the hair off her face as she did so. Her big brown eyes were hot with need, but her body was tense. What the fuck was she afraid of?
He ran his hand over her shoulders, down her back, and across her ass. Her skin was pink and hot, and she gave an erotic little shiver as he touched her. He longed to sink his fingers into her cunt. He was certain she was wet. He could smell her arousal. But it wasn’t time for that yet. Once a Dom fucked a sub, she became his sub and his alone, and Adelaide had only said that she wanted to play the game, not that she was ready to be their sub.
Mason uncuffed her and asked, “Was that what you expected?”
“Yes, Sirs. It was even better than I expected.”
“Will you want to do it again?” Mason asked.
“Do you agree to be our sub?” asked Wade. Maybe I’ll get to fuck her now. That’s what I want.
“I’d like to play more scenes with you. It was wonderful. All that I’d hoped for and even better than that. But I don’t think I’m ready to sign a contract to be your sub yet.”
The Dom’s Dungeon had extremely strict rules. Before Doms and subs were matched for more than a try-out or play session, there was a multi-page contract explaining clearly what was appropriate and what was not that a sub needed to fill out.
“It’s completely up to you. Totally your decision. You may get dressed and go now,” said Wade.
She stared at him and then looked from him to Mason. “But I’m aroused. Hot and needy. Aren’t you going to give me release?”
“We can’t. There can be no release from us until you agree to be our sub. Those are the club rules,” said Mason.
“But I want to come. I can’t go out there all wet and unsatisfied like this.” Adelaide’s voice was almost a wail.
Wade looked at Mason, and he nodded.
“Sit on the floor with your legs spread wide apart. Let the cold stone of the floor cool down your overheated ass,” said Wade softly.
She gave him a questioning look, but she did as he said.
Mason took a large hand mirror from the drawers under the counter and gave it to her. “Look at your cunt. Hold your pussy lips wide open and see how pink and juicy it is. Imagine a nice big cock in there fucking you.”
Wade had followed Mason over to the drawers and came back with a pink vibrator. “Switch it on to the lowest setting and touch your lips very lightly with it. Watch yourself in the mirror. Only the very lightest of touches now, remember.”
“Now rub it over your clit,” ordered Wade. Watching her was making his dick harder than hell. He’d have to be damn careful to focus on her, or he really would fuck her. It was clear she’d be happy if they did ignore the rules and fuck her, but there was no way Wade could do that. The rules were there for the safety of everyone no matter how much he wanted to fuck this particular woman.
“Now slide it inside you and get it all covered with your honey,” said Mason in a hypnotic voice. Once she’d done that, he said, “Rub the wet vibrator over your nipples. Wet your breasts with your own cream and watch yourself doing it.”
She was moving slowly but confidently, obediently doing everything they suggested. Adelaide’s eyes were heavy lidded, her breathing heavy, and her lips slightly parted. It was clear she was very aroused indeed, and quite close to orgasming.
“Put the mirror on the floor, hold your cunt open with one hand, and fuck yourself with the other. Keep watching. See how far the vibrator will slide inside you. Feel it fill your channel. Wiggle it around so it touches your walls and then slide it out and look at your honey gleaming on its surface,” said Wade.
He and Mason continued to direct the way she touched herself, making her turn the vibrator down to the lowest setting when it looked like she might come and then turning it up again.
Soon Adelaide was gasping aloud, her hips moving with her hand.
“Now, Adelaide. Fuck yourself hard, and as soon as you start to come, drop the vibrator and look in the mirror. Watch yourself climax in the mirror,” ordered Wade.
She stared, seemingly entranced, as her cunt, now a dark red, rippled in the mirror. Damn I wish my cock was in there.