[Ménage and More: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, with M/F/M/M elements, voyeurism, public exhibition, bondage, spanking, HEA]
In the business world, Lydia Amberson is at the top of her game, but on her thirty-fifth birthday, she finds herself without a love life, and in a foreign country on a business trip. To celebrate her birthday, Caleb Hoffman and Nick Falcone, two gorgeous men she works with, set out to prove to her that despite her insecurities, she is still a stunningly beautiful woman that any man would be proud to be seen with. Having a drink in a bar after a successful business meeting, Nick and Caleb, alpha males to the extreme, introduce Lydia to a D/s experience she finds shockingly erotic. Against what she considers her better judgment, Lydia agrees to an overseas fling with her men, who teach her to release her inhibitions and experience unbridled desire for the first time in her life.
Can the men convince Lydia that what they have is more than just ménage lust, it’s a lifetime commitment?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Nick saw it in her eyes, and he knew she wanted to keep it hidden. He always believed that the eyes tell the truth of the soul, and with Lydia, it was no different.
When he’d commented on her getting birthday spankings as a child, the flare of forbidden excitement shone in the chocolaty depths of her eyes. She tamped down the taboo thrill, but not before an embarrassed blush crept up to color her cheeks and ears.
She’s D/s, whether she knows it or not. Nick thought about that for a moment.I’ll bet she doesn’t even realize she’s a submissive.
“You’re an interesting woman,” Nick said quietly, his gaze lightly searching Lydia’s face. “If you weren’t an Amberson, I think I’d try to kiss you.”
“But I am an Amberson, and you’re too astute a businessman to think you can have an office affair and not get burned. We’re both much too mature and level headed to be that foolish.”
“It might be worth it, losing my job and all, just to put you over my knee.” He saw lust glitter in her eyes before she once again suppressed the illicit approval. “I’ll bet if you close your eyes, you can see it as clearly as if you were watching a movie. Can you see me putting you over my knee? You’d be struggling, of course, but your resistance is just a show. The hidden truth is that you’d love it if I gave your ass a good spanking.”
Lydia caught her lower lip between even, white teeth and bit down gently. She was breathing slightly faster and deeper now. When she took a sip of her martini, her hand was trembling slightly.
“Please, another round here,” Caleb said to the bartender.
Nick looked at him, wondering how much of the D/s lifestyle the big cowboy understood. Earlier in Nick’s career, when he was in Dallas before New Oslo International seduced him into moving to North Dakota, he had belonged to a D/s nightclub. He’d found the lifestyle interesting, but one that he could indulge in, or walk away from, without regret.
“You’re a presumptuous man,” Lydia said after the second round of drinks came.
A pair of businessmen started to take stools nearby, clearly wanting to get a better look at the lone female in the tavern. A glare from Caleb, who would have sat nearest to them, sent the men wandering to the opposite side of the tavern.
“Nicely done,” Nick said to Caleb. “This doesn’t seem like the right time to allow eavesdropping.” He took a sip of his cocktail, remembering the beautifully tapering thigh encased in a black silk stocking that Lydia had shown him when she got out of the taxicab. At the time he was certain it had been an accident. Now he wasn’t so sure. “Admit it, Lydia, you’re stronger than the men in your life, or at least the men in your sex life. You don’t necessarily like it that way, but that’s the truth of it, isn’t it?”
Her lashes lowered for a moment before she looked him directly in the eyes. “Yes, that’s true. My history with men is that I either chew them up and spit them out in a couple months, or they’re after my money and think that fucking me is just a nice side benefit.”
He watched her take a large and decidedly unladylike swallow from her martini.
“Whether you know it or not, what you really need is an adventure.” Nick felt his cock stirring in his trousers. He glanced around the tavern. None of the other patrons could see him or Caleb and Lydia from the chest down because of the mahogany bar. “You always wear pretty lingerie under those oh-so-professional business suits, don’t you? Beautiful lingerie that men never see?”
Again, her eyes closed briefly. He knew with rock-solid confidence that he was on the right track with Lydia.
“You give orders all the time in the boardroom, but I’m willing to bet that in the bedroom you’d like to let a strong man be the one to take charge.”
She inhaled deeply, shakily.
Caleb said, “I think it’s time for me to bid you both good night.”
“No,” Nick said a bit more sharply than he had intended. “Don’t leave, Caleb. It’s not necessary. Not only that, if you left, you’d disappoint Lydia more than she can possibly imagine.”
Lydia brushed a lock of ebony black hair behind her ear, tried briefly to give a cavalier smile, then finally said, “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but you don’t know me at all. You’re speaking a lot of rubbish.”
“Then why are your panties wet?”
Lydia looked down and was shocked to see Nick’s long, thick cock jutting angrily out through the fly of his slacks, looking starkly pale against the black fabric.
“Keep holding her,” he said to Caleb.
Nick grabbed Lydia by the knee and raised it, forcing her left leg around his thigh. Lydia felt helpless but without fear. With her wrists still held tightly against the soda machine, she experienced the forbidden sensation of bondage for the first time in her life, and heat blossomed in her pussy because of it.
She felt the plump head of Nick’s cock against her pussy a moment before he straightened his legs, impaling her thickly and deeply, but not with the entire length he possessed. Lydia let out a cry that was both surprise and passion as she felt herself opening for Nick, his cock forcing delicate tissue to expand and yield. Balancing precariously on one foot, Lydia raised up on her tiptoes as Nick retreated almost completely, then came charging at her a second time. On this invasion, Lydia was thrust backward hard against the soda machine, and she was overwhelmingly aware that she had taken all of Nick’s cock into her body, and that she’d never before been stretched and filled so thoroughly.
Lydia’s passion had been aroused to a fever pitch, so she was very wet, and despite the size of Nick’s erection, his cock moved smoothly between the lips of her pussy. Again and again Nick slammed into Lydia, his shirtfront with the powerful chest muscles beneath pressing against the trembling mounds of her breasts as he labored to give her everything he had.
Lydia looked at Caleb and knew with certainty that soon his cock would be in her, and that there was nothing she could or would do to stop him.
I’ve got one man’s cock inside me, and I’m looking into the eyes of the man who’s going to fuck me next.
She’d never before felt so ravaged, so savaged, or so desired, as she did standing unsteadily on one foot as Nick threw a fucking into her the likes of which she could hardly comprehend. Wealthy and much sought after, the men who were welcomed into her bed were usually shocked and a little overwhelmed, and frankly grateful, that a woman of her beauty, wealth, and social stature would have sex with them. And, they being rather in awe by such a woman, she was invariably treated with the proverbial kid gloves.
But with Nick and Caleb, it was different. Diametrically different. They were men who took what they wanted, and be damned should anyone say differently. These were men who made the world conform to their wishes rather than limit themselves to whatever they were allowed. They took what they wanted. They didn’t beg for scraps to be given to them.
I’m going to have bruises when this is over.
She tried to move her arms away from the soda machine, but the men holding her wrists kept her arms at the level of her shoulders. She was trapped, held in bondage by powerful hands instead of handcuffs, and the emotions this evoked were so powerful that she could feel, with each pounding thrust of Nick’s torso slamming against her own, and then her hips striking the soda machine, another wrenching orgasm approaching.
Each time Nick reached full insertion and Lydia was catapulted backward against the soda machine, his chest struck her quivering breasts, and the breath was literally forced from her lungs. Again and again Lydia was catapulted backward, her lush and feminine body being buffeted by Nick’s lean and masculine one.
Now I know what it’s like to get fucked.
The thought of getting “fucked” instead of having some man making love to her was sufficiently erotic to send Lydia’s senses swirling out of control. She felt the tightening within herself and was amazed at the speed with which she was losing all control over her emotions and senses.
“Fuck!” she gasped, shocking herself at the coarseness of her own language. “I’m going to come.” She looked straight into Caleb’s eyes, knowing that his cock would be filling and stretching her pussy as soon as Nick’s wasn’t, and added ambiguously, “Fuck me!” Even she wasn’t certain who the last sentence was directed to.
Her pussy was flexing, clenching at the pistoning cock filling it, while Lydia trembled through a marrow-deep orgasm, when Nick plowed his cock full-length into her sheath and let out a low, earthy growl. Lydia knew he was releasing his lust deep inside her, and despite the physicality of the sex she’d just received, she smiled dreamily, her muscles turning to jelly.