[Siren Sensations ManLove: Alternative Contemporary Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois Romance, MMM, bondage, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Justin doesn’t regret joining Wade and Glen and becoming their slave for a second. Life with the two Doms is perfect, even if real-world pressures, like their jobs, sometimes interfere with their fun. Still, he’s happier than he’s ever been in his life.
Wade knows their finely balanced triad won’t sustain itself without careful and constant attention and relationship maintenance. So when he realizes Glen is neglecting himself to the point of exhaustion, he knows it’s time for him to step in and put his foot down, whether his stubborn Dom hubby wants him to or not.
Glen thinks his job is to take care of everyone else. But when the pressures of his job take him past the point of exhaustion and Wade issues an ultimatum, will Glen be able to give in to Wade’s demands to ease up, cede control, and throw a little disorder into their usual dynamic?
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
Wade followed Justin’s gaze, to where he was watching Glen sleep, and knew his boy’s thoughts likely echoed his own, that Glen was far more worn out than he’d been letting on.
That was his guy, though, pushing himself, ignoring his own needs to the point of exhaustion.
After a few sips of coffee, Wade stood, grabbed the remote control for Glen’s butt plug from the side table where he’d put it earlier, and made his way to the living room with Justin after quietly closing the bedroom door behind them.
“We’ll…let him sleep,” Wade said, keeping his voice down.
“You think he’s okay?”
Wade shook his head. “Worn out.” He wished he made enough money on his own so he could support all of them, let Justin and Glen say home full-time, but he didn’t. He and Glen combined could keep Justin happily supported, but their guy was a fricking doctor. Sure, not the prescribes-medicine kind, but no way would he let Justin waste his education. Not when Justin truly enjoyed his work and had a personal motivation to keep doing it.
Maybe Justin and I could support Glen.
There was an idea he hadn’t considered before.
Although it wasn’t like either of them were close to retirement age yet. And he knew Glen usually enjoyed his work.
We’re all overdue a vacation.
“When…are you eligible for…time off?”
“I think I am now. Let me check.” Justin retrieved his work cell phone and logged into their HR portal through it. “I have three weeks, paid, due to me. But we talked about taking off a week at Christmas and New Year’s, as well as a long Thanksgiving weekend.”
Wade nodded, now seriously thinking about it. Glen was overdue to take time off, too.
And his own schedule at work was flexible enough right now that he could shoehorn in a week off.
“Can you take…time off soon?”
Justin ran a hand through his brown hair as he looked at his calendar. “Not right this minute, no. Three weeks would be the soonest I could plan for something. What are you thinking?”
He took a sip of his coffee before tipping his head in the direction of the hallway leading to their bedroom. “Vacation. Real vacation. Not just…long weekend.”
“Where did you want to go, Dub?”
Good, he was happy to see Justin automatically flip into equals-mode for this. “Where…would you like to go?”
He snorted. “Not South Dakota.”
Wade softly laughed. “No.”
Justin settled back against the couch. They were both naked, and the protective sheets he’d put out last night before their play were still in place. “I mean, we live in paradise. Probably not a beach destination.”
Wade nodded. “Really.”
Justin cupped both hands around his mug and now wore a serious expression as he considered it. “I don’t know,” he finally said. “I don’t have a passport, so has to be in the US.”
He chewed on his lower lip. “Anywhere?”
Wade nodded. He loved that he didn’t have to be chatty with either man. They knew him, could read his facial expressions, understood his economy of speech.
He loved even more that he’d be spending the rest of his life with them.
* * * *
This was…this was huge.
Justin had never traveled before. Other than a trip when he and Rachel were kids, and driving down from South Dakota when he moved to Sarasota, and some visits to Minnesota to see relatives, or driving over to Rapid City for a weekend, traveling hadn’t been a thing for him to do due to lack of funds.
The trip he’d taken with his parents returned to mind. “Maybe we could fly to Washington?”
Wade looked confused. “Asking?”
“Sorry. I meant that was a suggestion.”
“You pick.” Wade’s brown gaze intently focused on him, the green and amber flecks in his eyes picking up the morning light and fascinating Justin to the point he had to force his mind back to the question at hand.
“When Rache and I were kids, we flew out to Seattle with Mom and Dad once for a work trip for Dad. I don’t remember a lot of it. I remember how beautiful it was, the mountains especially. I wouldn’t mind going there. Maybe sightsee along the whole coast.”
Wade reached out and brushed his fingers through Justin’s hair. “Okay.”
That was Wade’s the decision is made tone, a quiet firmness that hardened Justin’s cock inside the chastity cage…reminding him what was happening that day and making him swallow back the moan trying to escape him over the erotic ache now consuming him.
The corner of Wade’s mouth quirked in a sexy smirk, his gaze dropping to Justin’s crotch before meeting his gaze again.
Justin rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m fucking trying to get hard again, dammit.”
Wade took Justin’s mug from him and leaned forward, setting both mugs on the coffee table. Then he sat back, spread his thighs, and patted the inside of his right one. “Don’t…make me come.”
Justin awoke before dawn that Saturday morning from a sexy dream of a hunk fucking his ass to find that a hunk was, in fact, fucking his ass.
Preparing to, anyway. Either Glen or Wade had what felt like two gloved fingers poking around up in there, lubing him.
Justin didn’t even bother opening his eyes. No stranger to waking up like this at least once a week, especially on Saturday or Sunday mornings, he did what he always did—arched his back, spread his legs wider, and settled in to either go back to sleep or prepare to start begging for an orgasm of his own, depending on how long this took.
He couldn’t do much about it either way, because Wade had locked him in a chastity cage the night before after playing with him and wringing him out in all the good ways.
That meant it was probably Glen getting ready to go to town on him. Not that Justin minded.
He never minded.
It was also why he’d learned to put down a couple of large beach towels under him on Friday and Saturday nights. Otherwise, he’d be starting his day washing the sheets.
The fingers in his ass turned and swept over his sweet spot, pausing, then gently massaging it, making him moan and shift his hips as his cock tried to stretch, just for it to rediscover the devious chastity cage he wore.
I’m not going back to sleep anytime soon.
He stretched his arms only to discover the chains on the headboard had been clipped to his wrists cuffs before he awakened.
A delicious shiver raced through him when a hand clamped down on the back of his neck.
Warm breath brushed against his left ear. “Daddy needs to take care of business, baby,” Glen growled, making Justin shiver again.
Called that one right.
In the chastity cage, Justin’s cock throbbed, unable to get completely hard and frustrating him in all the good ways.
Not that he minded that, either. He wouldn’t be kept waiting too long. Glen and Wade had too much fun making him beg, making him moan—making him come. They rarely made him wait more than a day or two if he really begged for an orgasm.
He wouldn’t deny that sometimes it was fun to be made to wait, to in no way be in control.
Forced to just be and enjoy the ride.
Glen bit down on the back of Justin’s shoulder, and this was no playful love bite. Hard enough to leave a bruise, maybe even break the skin a little. Justin fisted his hands and pressed his face into the pillow, biting down on it to endure. He always wore a couple of marks thanks to Glen—bites, scratches, or marks left by implements.
Especially a whip.
Glen was a master with a whip and took great pleasure in wielding it.
Justin took equally great pleasure in being the one Glen wielded it on.
The fingers in his ass relentlessly targeted his prostate. If Glen kept it up, Justin wouldn’t be able but help come, although like this it would be totally unsatisfying. Wade loved to play with him, tease him—Glen enjoyed torture, now that he had a willing victim for all his most devious fantasies.
Including milking him.
Wade had made him come twice last night before slapping the chastity cage on him, and now Glen was…
Justin let out a low moan. He was soooo fucking close now, his cock painfully straining against the confines of the cage. Which made him even hornier. Which hurt. Which…
Which made the vicious cycle repeat itself.
Glen released his bite and licked the spot. “I know, baby. Soooo fucking mean of me to milk you right now, isn’t it.” He giggled. “Master made you come twice last night. You didn’t think that was just a little suspicious?”
Yeah, he was in trouble now. He likely wouldn’t be getting any satisfying orgasms until tomorrow night, at this rate.
Another giggle from Glen. “Oooh, I think you just realized what’s going on. For the record, yes, you are staying locked up all day today. And yes, I am milking you. Might as well give it up now, baby, because your only job today is to be a plaything.”
“Does the…fff…ucking have to be ssso…t…alky?” Wade grumbled from the other side of the bed.
“I’m wide-fuckin’-awake, Dub,” Glen groused. “It’s Saturday. Let me have my fun.”
Wade sighed melodramatically.
Justin turned his head to the right and opened his eyes to see Wade’s hooded brown eyes meeting his gaze. Justin stretched his right arm toward Wade as far as the chain would allow.
Wade reached up and laid his hand over Justin’s, lacing fingers with him and squeezing. A sleepy smile curved his lips. “Settle in and…enjoy it, b-baby,” he said. “He’s in a…mood.”