[Menage Amour: Contemporary Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois Mystery Romance, MMF, with MM elements, bondage, flogging, spanking, HEA]
Patrick Dunham needs to find a way to get his mind off work, especially with a serial killer on the loose. Missy Owens wants to try to be a submissive. Both enroll in a class at the Tiger’s Lair hoping they can find their newfound desires.
Tate Hawkins is a well-known Master at the club, and he takes enjoyment teaching wannabe’s. Stepping into the classroom one night, Tate wasn’t expecting to come face to face with a woman and a man that has his heart racing and other body parts taking notice.
Missy and Patrick are surprised at the sudden attraction they have for each other as Missy trips and falls into Patrick. They are floored when they find themselves being drawn to Tate as well. Can the three of them work at building a relationship? Will their love bind them together, or will danger tear them apart?
As soon as the door closed behind Tea as she left, Master Tate sat on the desk, the wood creaking slightly under his weight. The man was all muscle, so he probably clocked in at around two-twenty or so.
Missy was sitting in the front row, right in front of Master Tate. She could see the impressive bulge in his leathers even though he wasn’t hard.
Patrick moved forward and took the seat to Missy’s left again.
“So, you two are not a couple I take it,” Master Tate said, his dark brows knitting together.
“No, Sir,” Patrick confirmed.
Why did the man think they were a couple? He had mentioned it before, but she let it slide.
“You do make a good-looking couple though,” Master Tate said as he placed his hands on the desk and then leaned back on them. “Did you just meet tonight?”
Missy nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“She fell into my arms,” Patrick said, a chuckle in his voice.
Tate smiled. It was a large genuine smile that reached his eyes. His eyes were a dark brown with flecks of gold in them, and he seemed to be looking deep within her soul.
Missy squirmed a bit in her seat. As much as she wanted the man, he did frighten her a bit. Or perhaps it wasn’t a fear. Maybe it was respect.
“I find you both very attractive,” the magnificent man announced matter-of-factly. “I’ve been watching you both tonight. I know that Missy here has an anxiety issue, and that you, Patrick, are quite interested in our little redhead, as am I. I know this is a bit unconventional, but I would like to know if both of you would be interested in having some private lessons, and to see if there is anything possible between the three of us.”
Missy felt her mouth drop open and her eyebrows rise up so high they tickled her hairline. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and the blood flow deep within her ears caused her to hear her rapid heartbeat there.
That was the only thing she heard. However, since Master Tate wasn’t saying anything, and he wasn’t looking at Patrick, she figured there was silence in the room and she only heard her heart pounding.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Patrick drumming his fingers on his right knee. Was that a nervous tick, or an impatient one? Had he made his decision and he and Master Tate were waiting on her?
She didn’t know how long she had sat there, probably looking like an idiot, but sound finally began to penetrate. “Missy? Are you all right?” Patrick asked from beside her. “Missy?”
Turning her head, she found her face several inches from Patrick’s. His dark green eyes were nearly black, and his nostrils were flaring. “I was attracted to you from the moment you walked up to the front of the class. I would like to give this a go, if you do.”
Shock was still wavering within her, but she had to admit that the desire she had for Patrick and Master Tate was building. Her cunt was still wet, and her nipples were pebbled, and she was certain that Master Tate could see them poking into her sweater.
Thoughts were running through her head like a marathon runner. Yes, she was attracted to both men. Were they both interested in each other beside her, or just interested in her? Savannah had two men and was extremely happy. They protected her and took care of her. Would these two men do the same? Then, most importantly, could she trust them not hurt her?
Looking over at Master Tate, she could see the desire on his face also. However, there was concern there also. Was he worried she would say no? Missy had never had a guy look at her like that.
Finally finding her voice, she asked, “We’ll go slow, won’t we?”
“Of course, baby girl,” Master Tate answered. “We’ll start out dating and see where things go from there. And I promise, I won’t hurt you. Either of you.”
“How long was your longest relationship?” she inquired. It was something she always wanted to know when she met a new man. If it was only a few months, they weren’t relationship material.
“Mine was nearly six years,” Patrick responded first. “I was married, but my wife couldn’t deal with my job. She knew when she married me that I was a cop, but she said she couldn’t deal with waiting for that phone call she knew was going to come one day.”
Missy always thought being married to a police officer, a firefighter, or a military person took a special person. A strong person. They had to sacrifice dates, family time, alone time with each other, all for others in need. She couldn’t understand why a woman would marry a cop and then later decide she couldn’t deal with that life. How crass could someone be?
“I’m sorry that happened to you,” Missy said softly.
“As am I,” Master Tate spoke up. Then he went on. “I was with my last girlfriend for nearly five years. She left four years ago when she found out she was pregnant. An abortion is what she wanted, saying she didn’t want to ruin her figure. I told her that I would take the baby after she had it and provide any plastic surgery needed, but she refused. A note was left on my desk in my home office one day saying she was leaving. Countless private investigators later, I never did find her.”
“Was she in the lifestyle also?” Patrick asked quietly.
“I love you, too, Patrick,” Tate responded to Patrick. He then stepped over to Missy and looked down at her. “I love you, baby girl.”
Tears smarted behind her eyes at his words. Before she could respond, Patrick spoke. “I love you, Missy. I have from the moment you fell into me at the club.”
A lump rose in her throat as the tears leaked out the sides of her eyes. They tickled as they ran into her hairline. As much as she wanted to shout the words, she was only able to choke out, “I love you both, too.”
“Let’s get cleaned up, boy, so I can finish up with our baby girl.”
Tate disappeared into the bathroom and Patrick followed him. They were both gone for a few minutes. Murmured voices could be heard as was running water.
Appearing first was Tate. He still had his leather pants on, but his hard cock and balls stuck out from the zippered opening. Long and wide in its aroused state, the tip of his dick was near his navel. He was prepared for more sex, for he was already wearing a condom.
How was he so hard and ready again after what he did just minutes ago?
Was she going to have to watch a repeat performance with Patrick?
Like a panther stalking its prey, Tate was moving toward her, his dark eyes never wavering. He did speak, to Patrick. “Get the flogger, boy.”
Unable to take her eyes away from watching Tate, she lost track of Patrick even from her peripheral vision. Within moments, Tate was standing in front of her ass.
“Did you like what you saw, baby girl?” he asked with a smile on his face. He ran his fingers along the back of her thighs until they reached her cunt. “I love seeing you open wide for me. I hope you get in trouble a lot, so I can tie you up like this.”
A shiver of delight ran through Missy at his touch, and his words. She felt self-conscious being trussed up like this. Her ass felt huge, but Tate seemed to like it.
Anxiety was building within her, but now, it was from wondering what Tate’s intentions were. She didn’t have to wait long.
He raised his arm and she saw the falls from the flogger fly up in the air before they came down on her thigh and ass. She was expecting excruciating pain. That’s not what she got. There was some pain, but the heavy thud was more like a caress.
Over and over, Tate brought the leather flogger down on her. Several of the strips would come down on her open cunt, sending tendrils of ecstasy through her core. The falls were also striking the butt plug, causing it to move within her.
Sensation danced along with pain within her. Electrical currents sizzled along her nerves.
Gravity had her juices sliding slowly down her perineum, adding a tickling sensation to every other feeling within her.
Heat was building deep inside as she sped up the mountain of sexual bliss. Higher and higher she rushed, letting herself just feel. All thoughts left her mind as strike after strike continued to rain down on her.
Something snapped within her as all her synapsis fired. Lightning shot out to every nerve ending in her body. She felt it everywhere as she careened off the cliff and floated through her orgasm.
Dark spots played peek-a-boo with her vision and all she could hear was a rushing sound and the rapid beating of her heart. Her body tightened within its restraints.
The fullness in her ass from the plug as she squeezed her ass muscles set off another round of sensations.
As Missy began to sink back into reality, she felt fuller than she had before. Opening her eyes, she found Tate had sunk himself deep inside her pussy. With his width and the butt plug she wore, she was surprised there was enough room for him.
He was stroking in and out of her while one of his thumbs circled her clit. The heat and tingling sensation from her previous orgasm hadn’t subsided yet, and he was driving her toward her next one.
It had always been hard for her to climax due to her anxiety, but Tate seemed to know what buttons to push, no pun intended. He strummed her body like it was a musical instrument.
Savoring the moment, she relaxed her body again, knowing what was coming.
In and out Tate moved, his movements jarring the plug. His balls were striking the flared base, driving it deeper into her.
Missy felt as if she could feel the tip of Tate’s cock in her throat she was so full. What was it going to be like with both men in her at the same time?
Electricity sizzled through her cunt, moving toward that special place that was just waiting for the one zing that would take her breath away. The current struck the detonation switch. Her climax erupted within her, shattering her thoughts, exploding all feelings.
She flew high as if she was out of her body. Her body was no longer tight and held down. Somewhere in the distance, she heard Tate grunt out his orgasm.
Arms folded around her, holding her close as darkness overtook her.