[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, flogging, whipping, sex toys, HEA]
Jackson and Marx have their eye on Kelly as their new submissive. Funny, she doesn’t remember applying for the position. She’s had enough of the BDSM lifestyle, but Jackson and Marx aren’t taking no for an answer. Is love enough to change her mind, or will it make things worse?
Marx and Jackson aren’t looking for a full-time submissive. They want someone who can think for themselves, but let them lead in the bedroom. They believe that Kelly is that woman. They set out to court her and show her they aren’t asking for all that much.
Kelly desperately wants to believe them, but her experience is that one thing leads to another and before you know it, you’re bound hand and foot. She doesn’t want to be someone’s possession anymore. She wants the real thing—love and the freedom to share it with her man, or is that men?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Marla Monroe is a Siren-exclusive author.
Kelly Baylor eyed the over-six-foot-tall stranger warily as he approached her. She quickly shelved the books she had been carrying before she dropped them from her trembling hands. To say that he was intimidating didn’t half cover it. Tight, well-worn jeans left nothing to the imagination. Neither did the white T-shirt that stretched tightly across his chest and washboard abs. His piercing dark eyes seemed to hold hers captive as he drew closer.
His gaze slid over her as if he were eyeing a prize piece of horse flesh. There was no way he wasn’t a cowboy with the shaggy black hair and well-worn Stetson sitting on his head. He gave her a lopsided grin and turned to look behind him. She could hear him talking to someone but couldn’t hear what he said. Then he turned back to her and stepped to one side to reveal another man just as devastatingly handsome and intense. They had to be brothers. The second man could have passed as his twin were it not for the much shorter hair and slight crook to his nose.
“I’m looking for Steve. Is he here today?” The first man finally spoke in a smooth, rich voice that had her insides doing somersaults.
“N–no. He had business to take care of. He’ll be back sometime this afternoon. I’m not sure what time.”
“What’s your name, pretty lady?” This came from the second man as he took a step nearer.
She fought to maintain eye contact even though everything inside of her screamed for her to submit. She had fought too long and hard to regain her sense of self to lose it now to these strangers. Jutting her chin up a notch, she frowned at him.
“Kelly. Can I help you with anything?”
“Well, now. Maybe you can. I’m Jackson Callahan, and this is my brother, Marx. Pleased to meet you, Kelly.”
“We’re here to pick up some custom-made pieces. He called and left a message that they were ready.” Marx spoke up this time.
“Of course. Follow me.” Kelly swallowed hard around the knot forming in her throat.
Steve did custom leather and metal work as well as owning Heavy Trinkets, the fetish store she worked in. They were the ones who had ordered the leather bondage cuffs with the letters M and J branded into the leather. They were velvety soft inside so as not to chafe the delicate wrists that might be encased in them. Obviously they were thoughtful Doms to their subs.
She led them through the store to the back where the counter was located. She left them waiting while she slipped into the back to locate their package. She took an extra few seconds to regain control of her galloping pulse and calm the jumping beans in her belly. They were not interested in her. They obviously already had a submissive or two.
When she returned to the counter, it was to find the two men pouring over the intimate jewelry trays. She watched as Jackson picked up a set of nipple clamps and showed them to Marx. Seeing them fingering the jewelry she had made stirred her blood. She was proud of her accomplishments but felt uncomfortable seeing them handling the delicate pieces. What if they wanted something for their subs? She wasn’t sure why, but the idea of them buying something for another woman angered her. She shook it off and cleared her throat to let them know she was back with their package.
“When did he get these in? They are exquisite.” Jackson carried over a sterling silver belly button piece that had a small chain with a tiny horseshoe hanging from it.
“Aren’t those amazing? Kelly makes them herself.” Steve Tyler walked up to the counter from the front.
She hadn’t even heard the little bell at the door announce anyone had come in. She’d been far too wrapped up in her thoughts. She set the package on the counter.
“They came in to pick up their order, Steve. I’ll let you finish.” She quickly dove into the back to get away from all the testosterone in the room.
Before she made it back to her little spot in the storeroom, she heard Steve tell them she had been working for him about six months. She missed out on what their answer might have been. Safe in her area, she calmed her racing heart and counted to twenty. She struggled to use her breathing exercises to chase away the panic fighting for control. It had been a long time since she had been so close to that many Doms at one time.
Memories of another time threatened to surround her. She refused to let them win. She wasn’t a scared little sub anymore. Kelly was her own woman and strong enough to stay that way now. Never again would she allow a man to dominate her like he had. Never again would she submit to the point of nonexistence. She had survived.
She turned around and looked up into his eyes. They were heavy lidded with arousal. She wanted to show him how much he meant to her since she didn’t think she could say the words. Holding his gaze, she went to her knees at his feet and balanced herself with her hands against his thighs before leaning forward and running her tongue along the underside of his hard cock. He threw his head back and growled, breaking their eye contact. She ran her tongue down the length of him and licked his balls. His reaction was almost explosive. His hands clasped her head on either side as she ran her tongue back up and circled the mushroom cap beneath the rim.
She couldn’t prevent a small smile before she pulled back and looked up at him once again. He watched her as she dipped her tongue into the slit at the top of his dick and captured the pearl of pre-cum glistening there. His swift hiss at the sensation coupled with the wild taste of him nearly blew her mind. If it were possible to come while giving a blow job, Kelly was on the edge. She dug her fingers into his strong muscular thighs as she slowly lowered her head over his cock and sucked him to the back of her throat. He was so big she didn’t think she could deep throat him, but she was determined to try.
She relaxed her throat and flattened her tongue, breathing through her nose and took him deeper. Nails dug into her scalp, increasing her arousal to epic proportions. She swallowed around him then backed off as he gurgled above her.
“That was fucking amazing. Do it again, baby.”
She stroked him in and out of her mouth, suctioning as she pulled back before taking him down again. She took him to the back of her throat then deeper again and again. His strangled cries told her that he was close. She moved her hands from his thighs to his tight ass and squeezed as she bobbed up and down on his hard cock.
Kelly’s pussy was soaked, and the pulsing of her clit was driving her to distraction. She squeezed her thighs together to try and alleviate some of the pressure to climax, but it did little good. Her scalp burned from Marx’s grip and how he occasionally pulled on her hair. It added to the throb of need searing her nerve endings.
“So good. So damn good.” Marx’s voice was almost unrecognizable it had grown so deep and raspy.
She added a little edge of teeth to her upward pull, and his cock jerked in her mouth with each stroke. She felt his buttocks squeeze tight as he struggled to hold on while she sucked his thick dick with everything inside of her. His knees were locked, holding him in place while his hands where trying to direct her movements now.
Kelly ran a finger around to his perineum and pressed rhythmically while using her other hand to stroke a fingernail lightly across his puckered opening. His reaction was intense and immediate. Marx threw back his head and roared like a lion, coming up on his toes as she swallowed around him. His hands fisted in her hair, adding to her burning need.
Thick ropes of cum filled her throat, and despite swallowing as fast as she could, it leaked into her mouth and out the corners. She swallowed again and again before cleaning his spent cock with her tongue and allowing it to slip from her mouth. She leaned her head against his pelvis, her breath coming in short, choppy gasps for several seconds. After a few seconds she was able to pull back and look up at how Marx had slumped over her with his hands braced on the wall behind her.
Finally he seemed to come back to himself. Standing up straight, he pulled her to her feet and pushed her back against the tile as his head bent and his mouth attacked hers. Lips, hell-bent on taking hers, feasted on her mouth with easy abandon. Then he was moving her head to match his needs and taking her higher than she had ever gone with a single kiss. It didn’t hurt that she was already so aroused that one touch would surely send her flying.
Everything converged as he nipped at her lips, drawing them in one at a time to nibble on and tease with his tongue. Even with her arms wrapped around his neck, she couldn’t get close enough to him. She wanted him inside of her but knew it was too soon after his recent climax.
As if reading her mind, he picked her up so that she had to wrap her legs around his waist and climbed out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her back and shoulders before settling her on the bathroom counter and immediately burying his face between her legs.