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BDSM Menage Fantasies 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 94,125
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[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M with M/M elements, voyeurism, public exhibitionism, fire play, sex toys, HEA]

When Allie Walker inherits her father’s huge, beautiful house on the California coast, she knows it is the chance of a lifetime. Now she can start the bed-and-breakfast she’s always dreamed of—with the help of her boyfriend Brad McCarthy and the sexy, mysterious handyman Karl Masterson.

But no sooner do they open for business when mistakes from Allie’s past come back to haunt her and she begins to suspect that her father had his own shocking secrets. Now Allie must reconcile herself with her past, deal with the photographer who seems to want to bring up things she’d rather not talk about, decide what to do about the sexy woman that is showing interest in Brad, and deal with the fact that her father was a leader in the local BDSM community. And then there is her growing attraction to Karl and the way of life he represents.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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BRAVO!!! Ms. Browning you have won me over with this outstanding book and I am so excited its a series. I love Allie I just enjoyed reading her character and the storyline was wonderful.

- Barefoot Okie

The first half of this story is a little slow but it builds up and then the most annoying character comes into it "Jane" oh yeah shes was a pain in the ... And MM elements probably needn't have even ...

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“I’m sorry, honey.” He didn’t try to convince her that she was wrong, she noticed, or that Brad would change his mind and show up to apologize and have makeup sex with her. He just sounded sympathetic. She tried to smile, but her mouth turned down instead.

“He’s a jerk.” She tried to force her eyes away from her food. It seemed to be almost mocking her, asking her what good it was to cook him a nice dinner when he had a sexpot like Jane offering him something more interesting. Sexpot? Where had that come from? She couldn’t ever remember using the word “sexpot” before. Strange.

Brad was saying something. She looked up foggily. No, it wasn’t Brad. It was Karl. “Huh?”

He repeated it, but she still didn’t really hear. She tilted her head to the side and watched his mouth move. It was a very sexy mouth, with nice full, soft-looking lips. Everything about him was sexy, she thought. He was much more masculine than Brad. His broad shoulders and bulky arms gave him the look of someone who could pick her up without any problem, sling her over his shoulder and carry her off into the bedroom. Maybe he would tie her up, rip her clothes off violently, and take her by force. She shouldn’t be thinking that, she knew, but if he did, it wouldn’t be her fault, would it? She would be a helpless victim. Sure, she would have to call the police afterwards, and that would be a shame. She had a feeling the experience wouldn’t be unpleasant overall. Maybe if he promised never to do it again, she wouldn’t call the police…or if he promised to do it again…or something.

“…coffee?” he said. She shook her head in confusion, trying to pull herself back into the conversation. Whatever she did, she couldn’t let herself keep thinking about Karl and bedrooms and being tied up.

“No, thanks,” she mumbled then focused on him. “Or—I’m sorry. Did you say you want coffee? I’ll get the cake.”

She got to her feet, weaving a little, and suddenly Karl was next to her. She jumped, wondering if he was actually going to pick her up and throw her over his shoulder. But then she realized fuzzily that he was just making sure she wasn’t going to fall down.

“No,” he said, shaking his head and smiling. “We can have the cake for breakfast. I’m going to take you upstairs to bed now.”

A tingle went through her stomach all the way down to her groin. She opened her eyes wide and tried to focus on him to see what he had meant by that. It wasn’t easy to tell. His face seemed to be waving back and forth slightly in front of her.

He laughed at her expression. “Don’t worry, princess. You’re not going to be violated tonight. I’m just going to put you to bed before you pass out in your plate. We can’t have you drown in your potatoes. I’ll take care of the leftovers,” he continued as she made a motion to start clearing the table. “You need to go to sleep before you start crying or do something you’d regret later.”

“Crying?” She peered at him.

“Never mind,” he said hastily, turning her to the stairs. He gave her a swat on the ass to get her moving forward.

“Hey!” She turned and tried to point an accusing finger at him, but it swayed drunkenly, refusing to stay where she’d aimed it. She settled for a glare instead.

“Get moving,” he said. “Can you walk, or do you need me to carry you?”

“I can walk,” she assured him, nodding confidently as she turned and concentrated on finding the stairs. She reached for the handrail, but it seemed to evade her. She stumbled, but Karl lunged forward and managed to save her from doing a face-plant.

“This is a beautiful staircase, by the way,” she told him as she straightened back up, trying to focus on the wooden banister they had picked out and installed together. She reached out again and managed to connect with it this time. She draped herself partially over it in admiration, stroking it lovingly with one hand.

“My house,” she mumbled softly. “I love my house. Thank you for helping make my house so beautiful.” Tears sprang to her eyes, although she wasn’t sure exactly why. She closed them and rubbed her cheek on the smooth polished wood, smiling dreamily.

“You’re welcome.” Her eyes flew open as she was scooped up and away from the railing. His face came into focus only inches from her own, and she realized he was holding her in his arms and starting upstairs.

“Are you—are you going to…” She knew she should be screaming for help, but much as she tried to want to, she found herself smiling instead.

“Am I going to what?”

“There’s no one to hear if I do, anyway,” she mused, mostly to herself. She had a hazy idea that it would be better if she didn’t resist. Screaming might just make him angry. She peered at him, trying to decide if he was angry or not, hoping he just wanted to rape her. He was certainly capable of it, she thought, feeling the movement of the muscles in his arms as they encircled her. “You’re so strong,” she murmured, then tried to clap a hand over her mouth. She shouldn’t encourage him. The hand landed on her cheek instead, and she pulled it away to give it an indignant look.

He chuckled. “Thank you.”




“Is this acceptable, Sir?” she asked suddenly, sounding as if she was giving in to her panic. He allowed himself a small smile to reassure her, stepping back and pointing to the floor in front of him. He could barely stand the delay, but they might as well start this out right.

“You are doing fine, my sexy little pet. Now come and kneel in front of me. I believe it is important to include ritual in our D/s to help us keep in mind the significance of what we do. As you will recall, this isn’t just about hot sex, although that is a definite benefit. It is also about personal and spiritual growth.”

Allie slid off the mattress to the floor and crawled to where he stood. Rising to her knees, she attempted to imitate the pose he had taught liege.

“No,” he said, putting a hand on her head. “Your position is different than liege’s, and when you kneel for me, I want both knees on the floor, hip distance apart. Clasp your hands behind your back, allowing me complete access to you, and look up into my face, waiting for my instructions.”

She followed his directions, gasping as he reached down and wound his hands into her hair, pulling tightly. Her breath ceased as she concentrated on him and the sensation he was creating. He bent lower and whispered into her ear, “You belong to me, Allie. You are mine.”

She gasped, “Yes, Sir, I do.”

Karl released his grasp on her hair and watched her face as the flood of endorphins hit her. Her shoulders sagged, and her head lolled back for a moment. He got to his knees as well, keeping his hands on either side of her head to steady her so that she didn’t slump to the floor. When her eyes opened, he locked gazes with her and smiled very slightly. “Your body is mine to do with as I please.”

Again, without hesitation, the words flowed out of her. “Yes, Sir. My body is yours. I belong to you.”

“This is about more than sex,” he repeated, his forehead almost touching hers. “It can be a sort of spiritual experience connecting people to each other, if you approach it with the right attitude. I want us to work to achieve and maintain that kind of connection. Are you willing?”

She nodded mutely, her eyes glistening as if she was overcome with emotion.

He allowed himself a real smile at that and pressed his lips firmly into hers. Her lips parted as his tongue demanded entrance and began to explore. His hands trailed across her cheeks, over her shoulders, and down her arms until he was gently holding her hands and helping her to her feet as he gained his own. Then he stepped back and arranged his face into its serious expression, commanding, “Lie faceup in the center of the bed with your legs spread.”

She complied without hesitation or shyness. His gaze wandered admiringly over her body, and she watched him, her hands moving restlessly over her breasts and torso as if longing for his touch.

“I am going to make you come over and over,” he told her, pulling away the hand that had covered up one of her full, gorgeous breasts. “I love to watch a beautiful woman orgasm. Last time I was a bit distracted and didn’t get to enjoy it. So I will now.”

He climbed slowly onto the bed beside her. She looked surprised and a little disconcerted. “Aren’t you going to get undressed?”

“In time, my dear, but for now it is important that I stay firmly in control and show you some of the benefits of being my submissive.” He chuckled. “Trust me, you’ll enjoy this, and it will help establish in your mind some of what we have been talking about so much lately.”

He laid his hand on her hip, and she moaned as his fingers glided across the flesh of her thigh, circling nearer and nearer the crease between her legs. “Very good, pet, you have shaved yourself nice and clean just as I instructed,” he breathed into her ear.

“Thank you, Sir.” She gasped as the pads of his fingers brushed the top of her mound. Her hips thrust toward his hand, searching for more contact. He smiled, watching her need express itself. The need in his cock was growing also, twitching with every movement of her body. But he controlled himself and concentrated on her. It wasn’t time to satisfy that craving yet.

“In good time, love. My good time—remember that. Your body is here for my enjoyment, to be used as I see fit. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her voice sounding strained. She arched, her head tilting backward, offering herself to him completely.

“Good girl.” His fingers finally swept down and across the cleft between her legs. They came to rest on the lips of her pussy and began to rub in a circle. As he gently increased the pressure of his fingers, her breath rasped in and out in rapid pants. Her head came up, and she looked into his eyes. He watched her intently, gauging her reactions, playing her body perfectly. Little tremors began, building to a crescendo of ecstasy, but just as she was about to explode, he pulled his hand away. Her body shuddered in disappointment, and a moan of frustration escaped her lips.

“You, my love, have forgotten something very important. Haven’t you?” He chuckled evilly when their eyes met again.

“I—what?” she whimpered.

“The same thing you reminded liege of last night. If you want the release you were so close to getting, you should think,” Karl murmured in her ear as his fingers again stroked her heated cunt to the edge and then disappeared.



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