Dominating Their Virgin Sub (MFM)

The Virgin Auctions 4

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 21,400
9 Ratings (4.3)

A virgin auctioned off to the highest bidder...

Maylene Steefanos has been specifically conditioned not only as a virgin bride, but a submissive as well. When not one, but two Dominants claim her as their wife, all of her training will be put to the test.

The brothers will show their virgin sub what it means to submit to them...

Nikolas and Griffin St. Michaels share everything, women included. Both Doms, they enjoy the company of a submissive together, but Griffin wants more than the one-night stand encounters they have indulged in. Nikolas, a Dom that enjoys the sound of his cane across his sub's flesh, agrees to take on a wife. He knows he must keep his sadistic tendencies reined in until he sees their bride's reaction. But both brothers realize Maylene is the perfect sub, and they will show her that with pain comes ultimate pleasure.

Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), BDSM, anal sex, sex toys

Dominating Their Virgin Sub (MFM)
9 Ratings (4.3)

Dominating Their Virgin Sub (MFM)

The Virgin Auctions 4

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 21,400
9 Ratings (4.3)
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I loved how Nikolas fought his loved for Maylene. Him and his brother Griffin were perfect for her.
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This is smoking Hot!!! Wow it was fantastic! !! These 2 brothers were sweet loving and holyhotness, -dayum sexy woot woot
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Excerpt

The door shut behind them and the obliqueness swallowed them whole. A moment later light illuminated the room and her eyes widened as she took in the scene. A large four-poster bed sat in the center of the room. A wall across from that held whips, floggers, canes, and restraints of all shapes and sizes. A St. Andrew’s Cross was on the opposite wall, the wood deep and dark and speaking of untold pleasure and pain. He let go of her hand and walked over to the wall that held his implements of ecstasy and agony. Maylene didn’t dare move, and she shouldn’t be watching him, but being in this room, in their space where power was exchanged, was a heady experience. He ran his fingers over the leather and wood that lined the grated wall. He stopped and his hand hovered over a cane. It was a dark colored wood with beautiful engraving around the handle.

He didn’t turn around when he said, “I want you on your hands and knees, little sub.” She got in the requested position and waited for further instruction. He turned around, the cane in his grasp, and his expression stoic as he regarded her silently. Seconds passed, maybe minutes before he finally spoke again. “If things get to be too much, too intense, I want you to say red. That is your safeword. Do you understand, pet?”

Maylene licked her lips and nodded, but when his jaw tightened she quickly added, “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“Good.” He stared at her for several more moments and finally spoke again. “The cane has been considered an extreme toy in the dungeon, but I personally feel they get a bad reputation.” He eyed the implement almost lovingly then lifted his gaze to her. “This particular one is a new addition to our collection. Bamboo and Rattan have been used in discipline for a very long time.” He took a step closer and ran his hand over the smooth finish. “The sound of the cane hitting the flesh is one of the most beautiful melodies.” His deep blue eyes continued to bore holes into her. After another moment he finally said, “Crawl to the cross, little sub.”

The ground was unyielding beneath her hands and knees, but her need to please Nikolas, her Master, far surpassed any discomfort. She could feel his eyes on her, knew her privates were on full display for his visual pleasure. The way her breasts swung from her movement lent to the increased wetness between her thighs. When the cross was in front of her she stopped but kept her position on her hands and knees. The air shifted behind her as he moved closer. For several long moments he didn’t speak or touch her, but none of that mattered because his presence was like experienced fingers stroking across every erogenous zone on her body.

“Stand, pet.” Once on her feet he positioned her on the cross. With her back to him she knew what was to come.

“You remember our conversation the last time we spoke?” He was quick yet precise as he secured her arms above her head then moved down to spread her legs and restrain her ankles.

“Yes, Master.”

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