From Bestselling Erotica Author Erika Masten
Bridled: Bitter Creek Doms #1 An Explicit Erotic Short Story
Melanie has come home to Bitter Creek to find a wealthy neighbor trying to push her family off their land and her two childhood crushes home from the Marines, serving as local sheriffs now. And who should come calling but sexy deputies Zach Garwood and Quinn Blakely when Mel lets her temper get the better of her as she defends her ranch. Instead of pushing her off her land, they pull her into their arms and a torrid domination ménage intended to bind Mel to the two men who want to own and protect her.
Bonus Material: Includes excerpts from Valentine’s Dom and Dominated By Brothers: Hot Hard Ménage #1 by Erika Masten.
Warning: Explicit sexual content. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years of age or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.
Between Zach grinding against my ass and whispering to me and Quinn licking and flicking my rigid nipples, I don’t know what to concentrate on.
“Quinn and I shared a beautiful submissive girl in Japan while we were stationed there,” Zach croons low into my ear. “We’ll consider her practice for making you our good little girl. Would you like that?”
“Yes, sir,” I mew, even as I wonder in the back of my mind how this could possibly be happening. The two men who have always been the measure of what has attracted me to guys…and they are both touching me, sharing me? And what’s more, while I am tied up, defenseless, submissive to their hungers and direction? Making me hotter and wetter than I’ve ever imagined, even in my wildest fantasies of being taken, compelled, claimed. Dominated. I never realized it was more than an occasional fancy or that it could feel so good, so overwhelming.
Just before Quinn lifts his head, I catch a glimpse of his velvety, wet tongue swirling around and around one of my nipples. The sight, coupled with the tingling pleasure radiating through my chest, makes me lightheaded. He pinches both my nipples while tugging upward on them, clearing my mind with the sharp contrast of sensation. God but the ache is good as he slacks off on the pressure.
“The games we play get intense, Mel,” he warns me. I relish the quickening of his breath, the husky quality of his voice, the focused desire gleaming in his sea green eyes. “I’ve been thinking about you for a long time. I’ll be playing for keeps.”
Blinking up at Quinn, I only have a couple of seconds to process all the implications of what he just said—that maybe he missed me as much as I missed him, that this isn’t necessarily just a quick and dirty groping based on a momentary lapse of judgment, that it gets more intense than this. Then Zach is digging his thumbs into the cheeks of my round ass, prying them apart so he can wedge his threateningly, enticingly huge erection up against my throbbing anus through our clothing. I’ve had anal sex before, and I liked it, but I’ve never taken a dick as big as his feels through his jeans. I shudder when I realize I hope he’s intending to put that massive cock up my ass.
“I’ll see that bet and raise you one sexy, spitfire, shared submissive,” Zach says, nuzzling my neck while staring at Quinn. “You’re not the only one who had a crush on her in school. I said it would be just like when we were stationed in Japan, and I meant it. Only this time, we keep her.” His tongue slides up my neck to trace the curve of my ear. “You like that idea, sunshine?”
Drifting and drowning in my own lust, I nod slowly, almost drunkenly. “Yes, sir,” I sigh.
Quinn pinches and rolls my nipples, jerking me up out of my daze and making me fix my gaze on his. “Have you been dominated before, Mel?” he demands. “Do you know what to expect?”
I have to gasp for breath and swallow hard before I can answer, and even then I can only force out words in rough, clipped breaths. “A little. One boyfriend.”
Zach’s hand returns to my mound, resting possessively there as he rocks his hips forward. If I could, I would bend forward and rub shamelessly back on his bulging hard-on.
“What did he do to you?” the blond deputy asks.
There’s a split-second of hesitation, embarrassment, but I let it go as Zach’s fingers trace my slit again under the crotch of my shorts and Quinn’s breath warms my temple. He lays gentle kisses high on one cheekbone while lightly flicking my rigid nipples with his thumbs.
“Tied me to the bed. Belted me. Cropped me once. A couple of times he made me stay naked for him all weekend, wait on him, give myself to him however he wanted.”
Quinn cups my face in one large hand and grazes my lips with his again before he asks, “Did you like it?” Straining up for a kiss, I nod. “Good,” he breathes. “That’s how I want you—naked and waiting for me.” He pauses and glances at Zach, adding, “For us. I remember how eager and responsive you were that night right after we graduated. That’s how I want you all the time. Always wet, always willing, eager and crawling and begging to please us. Begging us to push you to feel more than you think you can.”