[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romantic Suspense, M/F/M, public exhibition, sex toys, HEA]
Anais Harrison’s soldier husband is classified as missing in action—training action in the Florida Everglades. Stonewalled by the military when she asks how that could have happened, Anais turns to the Clandestine Agency for help.
Hunter Griffin and Lewis Kyler, tough ex-special forces commandos, are sent to help Anais and soon become convinced the military is covering something up. The attraction between them and Anais is instantaneous, electrifying, making this their most important assignment to date. But their determination to discover the truth is hampered by their equal determination to awaken Anais’s sensuality.
Hunter and Lewis make startling discoveries about Gary Harrison’s activities, but they aren’t the only people following his trail, and the stakes could not be higher. Anais recklessly places herself in danger’s path to protect the men she has fallen in love with. Can Hunter and Lewis reach Anais in time to save her…
A Siren Erotic Romance
Zara Chase is a Siren-exclusive author.
Anais took a moment to marshal her thoughts. That was no easy task when surrounded by two such virile males oozing machismo and excess testosterone. Just looking at them did weird things to her head. Or perhaps that was just the gin. Somehow she doubted it. It wasn’t every day a girl got such a treat. These guys weren’t just tough and capable, they were every woman’s fantasy, and then some. Anais excused her wayward thoughts by reminding herself she had been a man-free zone since Gary went AWOL. That didn’t mean she was dead, or blind, which also meant it was impossible for her not to appreciate the view.
All taut muscle, tightly controlled strength and lithe coordination, Anais was finding it increasingly difficult not to gawp at them like a love-struck teen. Less than an hour ago she was frightened half out of her wits, now she was getting hot under the collar, and all points south of it, for very different reasons. Jeez!
Hunter kept his long brown hair held back in a ponytail. His strong jaw was covered in a day’s worth of stubble and his compelling deep brown eyes that appeared to miss little. Just being in the same room with him made her feel safe—and other emotions that had no place in their relationship. Lewis, with lighter brown hair and sea blue eyes, was all wide shoulders and possessed a lazy, mercurial charm that immediately reassured. But there was a downside to every situation, and being confronted by decadent Greek gods with hard unyielding bodies and intoxicating animal magnetism definitely didn’t do much for her cognitive powers.
“Gary was regular army,” she said, resorting to another quick slug of gin to keep her mind where it was supposed to be. “A tactical shooter, he could hit anything from two hundred paces with the wind in the wrong direction. We met as kids in Tennessee, he had been hunting almost as long as he could walk, and guns were second nature to him.”
“He was recommended for SOCOM because of his skills with a gun?” Hunter asked.
“Yes, and he loved it. Loved being part of the elite. Took to it like a kiddie to a sandpit.”
“So you moved to Florida,” Lewis said. “Did you live on base?”
“And,” Hunter promoted when she said nothing more.
She shrugged. “There’s not much more to say about it. Some wives take to military life, some don’t. I’m one that didn’t. I would have preferred to live off base. I had no kids, and not much in common with the other wives, but Gary was away a lot of missions and said he felt happier knowing I had people around me.”
“Do you work?” Lewis asked.
“Yes, I’m a freelance editor. I do some work for a publishing house, and a lot more for authors who want to self-publish.”
“So there was no getting away to the office for you,” Hunter said.
“No, that was part of the problem.”
“How were things with you and Gary?” Hunter asked. “I’m sorry if that sounds personal, but I need to build up a picture of your background. You implied you were childhood sweethearts—”
“Yes, he’s the only man I’ve ever known.”
She noticed the guys share a glance, telling herself she had no reason to feel defensive just because she had stuck to her wedding vows. They probably thought she was hopelessly naïve, but she couldn’t help the way she was.
“So you were happy, I take it.” She nodded in response to Hunter’s assumption. “Why no kids, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I wanted them, but Gary only had another couple of years to go in the army. He wasn’t going to sign on for more. He wanted to wait until he was out and we could be together all the time. He said he wanted to be a hands-on father, but I also think he was worried something might happen to him and didn’t want to leave me alone literally holding the baby.” She blinked back tears. “As it happens, he was right.”
“Tell us what happened.”
“Normally I would have your hands tied before I did this to you,” he said, leaning down and gently nipping at one buttock. “But I figure you need to get used to our ways gradually. Now then, honey, I’m going to spank some obedience into you, then I’m gonna fuck you senseless. You good with that?”
“Yes, Master, it’s what I want you to do.”
He brought his hand down hard, without warning her to expect it. She cried out and jerked her head up.
“Shush, keep quiet and hold your position.” He leaned forward to lick the area he had just spanked. “Just breathe real deep and wait for the slight pain to become pleasurable.” He grabbed his rigid cock and ran it down the crack in her butt, letting her get a good feel for it. “Just imagine how you’ll feel with this filling your tight cunt, darlin’.”
She panted. “Yes, Sir, I already am.”
He spanked her a second time, feeling beneath her at the same time and sliding a couple of fingers into her slick pussy. This time she took it without flinching.
“That’s a good girl. You’re a real quick study. I’m very pleased with you. You okay?”
“Yes, Sir. It hurts, but in a good way.”
Hunter chuckled. “That’s the idea. Every time you sit down tomorrow you’ll be a little bit uncomfortable and it will remind you of what we’re about to do.”
Hunter brought his hand down three more times in quick succession, then told her to stand up. She did so and her eyes widened when she caught sight of Hunter naked, his cock jutting aggressively, pulsating, ready for action.
“Yes, baby, if you’re a real good girl I’ll fill your sweet cunt with this guy in a short time. But first, those tits of yours need some attention. Lay down on the love seat.”
Hunter followed her down, laying on his side as his hands went to work, caressing and molding her lovely breasts, tweaking at the nipples, playing with her, lighting her fires. Her hands came to rest on the back of his neck, which told him it was time to tie her up. She had yet to learn patience, obedience and passivity when aroused. Without explaining himself, he removed her hands and abruptly got up. He dashed naked across the living room, into the guys’ private play room off the back of the garage. He grabbed handcuffs and a condom packet and returned to Anais, who hadn’t moved a muscle.
“Arms above your head,” he said curtly.
He cuffed her wrists as soon as she complied. “Leave them right where they are,” he said, adding a blindfold for good measure. “You sure do look pretty that way, and just about as helpless as it’s possible to get. This is all about trust, you see. You need to trust me to give you pleasure, and the blindfold and lack of touch will enhance your other senses, like taste.” He leaned over her and held the tip of his cock to her lips. “See what that tastes like, sweetheart.”
“Hmm, hot,” she mumbled as her mouth closed around him.
Hunter chuckled and sighed simultaneously as he pulled out of her mouth again. She had got him so riled up that his usual method of control was slipping. If he let her carry on for long, this would all be over in a flash. He returned his attention to her tits, biting at the solid nipples, and was rewarded by a series of increasingly desperate moans from his sub-in-training.
“I get the impression you like that, sugar.”
“Yes, Master, I like it a lot.”
“Hmm, next time we’ll put some clamps on those cute tits of yours, then you’ll really feel something special.”
Hunter knelt on the rug beside the love seat, threw Anais’s legs over his shoulders and gave his full attention to her pussy. She was leaking juices big time now, and started moaning all over again before he had even touched her. She was so damned responsive, so made for this type of loving. He had never indoctrinated a sub from scratch before. All the women he and Lewis played with were already into the life. Introducing someone as greedy for knowledge at Anais was both a privilege and a tad scary. In his enthusiasm, Hunter might go too far. Shit, he hadn’t even discussed safe words with her. What sort of responsible Dom did that make him?