Mia's Masters (MMMF)

Locks and Chains 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 63,818
31 Ratings (4.2)

[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/M/M/F with M/M/M, public exhibition, spanking, whipping, HEA]

Mia Randall has drooled over her three drop-dead-gorgeous and very gay bosses for almost three years. Listening to their kinky boardroom sex-a-thons would heat any woman’s blood. But as always the disappointment that they are gay has kept her desires a secret. When a fire leaves her homeless with nothing but the clothes on her back, her bosses come to her rescue with an offer she just can’t refuse.

Dylan Cooper and his partners Mathew Reed and Peter Burke have lusted after their sexy receptionist for years. But she has a boyfriend and they aren’t home wreckers. Besides, who could possibly accept three men, all with very strong kinks, into their lives forever?

They offer Mia their help. Honorable and not so honorable. With the hope of finally getting her into their bed. Just the way they like it, on her knees and ready to serve.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Mia's Masters (MMMF)
31 Ratings (4.2)

Mia's Masters (MMMF)

Locks and Chains 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 63,818
31 Ratings (4.2)
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Excellent! Very well written! The characters grab you and the story keeps you enthralled. Highly recommend!
it was good , I'm looking forward to Craigs story
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4 STARS: "I am really enjoying the Locks and Chains series and find myself more curious about the owner of the club as each book progresses. In the second installment, we are introduced to Mia, a natural submissive that doesn’t realize what a treasure she is. Survivor of a difficult childhood and believing that perhaps she is not the type of woman that can be loved, she is set to her single life as she fantasizes about the one she really wants. She knows her bosses are into the BDSM lifestyle and despite their attempts to hide it, she is well aware of their escapades at work. If only they weren’t gay perhaps she would have a shot. Frustrated and curious, she decides to give in to her curiosities and locates the Locks and Chains Club to fill out an application. After attending a brief interview and deciding she is ready for a new path, disaster strikes and life as Mia knows it is about to change. The question is, will that change be for the better? Dylan, Matthew and Peter have been watching little Mia for three years. They are tired of watching her hiding under baggy clothes and dating jerks that just don’t understand how precious she is. What makes things more difficult is that she has no clue about their lifestyle. If they told her that they were in a 24/7 BDSM relationship, they know she would run. With Dylan as the head of both the company and the household, Matthew as his sub as well as both of them being Masters over Peter, their collared sub, many people simply would not understand how perfect their relationship is. There was only one piece to the puzzle that was missing; Mia. With all three men being bisexual, they wanted a woman that could fill that void. A woman Dylan and Matthew could dominate and who Peter could be submissive with. A woman that all three of them could share and who would understand them and love them wholeheartedly. They knew that woman was sitting right in their office and had no idea how they felt about her. Craig was amused at his latest application to the Locks and Chains Club. He could tell on the phone that she was submissive and very curious about the lifestyle. What amused him the most was the three people she listed as references. Dylan, Matthew and Peter were members of the club and probably had no idea that this woman was interested in their lifestyle. Even more interesting? Her work address is the very same address as the company they run. After a quick inquiry to Dylan while at work, Craig is ready to play matchmaker once again and bring the trio the woman they have been waiting for. I always enjoy seeing a woman learn how beautiful she is when she has given up. I think that is why I have become such a BDSM fanatic lately. The relationship between a Dom/Domme and their sub is such a cherished one and I always smile when I read about that moment when the sub realizes how cherished they are. The dynamic in this story was interesting to me because the relationships between the characters are so complex. Dylan is the uber Dom in the group. He does not bottom, period. Matthew is a Dom as well but is perfectly happy as a sub to Dylan while being a Dom to Peter. Peter is the collared sub of the trio. When Mia joins the mix, she quickly steps into the sub role but has her feisty moments where she tests her boys. Unfortunately like many stories, jealousy rears its ugly head and causes a rift here and there. Insecurities and ignorance change everything and when Mia is left feeling unworthy and unloved once again, the damage seems final. Once again, Craig must come to the rescue and talk some sense into one of his Doms before they lose everything. Can they gain Mia’s trust again? If so, what will it take to show her that forever can be a reality? A great story that kept my attention from start to finish. I must admit that I was frustrated at times due to some blatent errors and a continuity issue (a character is on a couch with his Master one minute but then it says he was tied up all day without being released at the same time) but that aside, I loved the read and am looking forward to the next installment." -- Alyn Love, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews

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All the way back to the office, they talked about what to do about Mia. They still didn’t have an answer by the time they arrived, although they all agreed they would wait until closing before they did anything. They wanted complete privacy to confront Mia about her joining Locks and Chains. Dylan and Mathew decided on a trip to the in-house gym to take the edge off their frustration. Neither of them wanted to scare Mia by going all Dom on her when they had their conversation later this evening. Peter was daydreaming about a “board meeting” with Dylan, Mathew, and Mia as he breezed through reception on his way to his office down the hall. He glanced up sharply at the sound of sobbing. Confused, he looked behind the desk and found Mia sitting with her face buried in her hands. He had never seen Mia cry. She was the strongest, most organized person he knew, except Dylan. Therefore, he knew something horrible must have happened. He ached at the sight of her. She looked so small and broken.

He really, really hoped this wasn’t her having a meltdown about the club. Craig had told them she had broken up with her boyfriend six months before, although she hadn’t told them that little gem of information. So it couldn’t be about that. He was at a loss to understand what had upset her so much. What he couldn’t admit to either of the boys was just how much he really wanted her. Not just for a quick fling, but for a lifetime. Mia always brightened his day. They could laugh and joke with each other and even gossip. He felt he could talk to her, and there was so much he wanted to talk to her about. He lusted for her body, but he also lusted for the companionship they could share. “Mia, honey, what’s wrong?” he queried as he walked round the desk and lowered himself to a crouch in front of her so he could look into her face.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just…don’t worry about me,” she spluttered, trying to wipe her streaming face with a sopping, crumpled tissue.

“Now, how about you tell me what’s wrong. You never know. I may be able to help.” He moved closer to her. He had an overpowering need to hold her close, to protect her from whatever was troubling her.

“It’s okay. I need a little time to pity myself. I’ll be okay. I just need to work out my next step,” she replied.

Peter put his hand under her chin, raising her face. He saw more than just a letting out of emotions. He saw devastation and shock. “Hey, honey! Everyone’s entitled to a pity party now and again. Although, this looks like more than just a pity party to me.”

“It’s just…look, don’t worry. I don’t want you to worry about me. Besides, you’re my boss, and my problems are not work related,” she replied, turning her face away from him and trying to stifle the sobs that were still echoing from her chest.

“So why don’t you just stop worrying about everything and tell me what’s going on. I’m not going to fire you, so spill.” He trapped her with his arms. “I’m still waiting. Come on, please tell me.” He knew asking nicely was never going to get her to fess up.

“I just got off the phone to my super and…” Another sob escaped her that she couldn’t stop.


“There was a fire at my apartment building this morning. It’s all gone. The whole building is destroyed.”

“My God, Mia, I’m so sorry. What needs to be done?”

“The super said nothing is salvageable on my floor. The police and the fire department are there now and will decide when and if I can get in to look. They…my God, everything is gone.”

Ah! Sweetheart.” He pulled her into his arms and rubbed her back. He knew it only proved he was a bastard at heart, by enjoying the feel of the softly molded body in his arms. He had wanted to hold her for years, and this was his first chance. As much as he didn’t want to see her in pain, he was thankful that he was here right now. As he rubbed her back, he felt her snuggling in closer to him.

Mia pulled out of Peter’s embrace suddenly. “My God. I’m homeless,” she nearly shouted. “I have nothing but the clothes on my back. Oh my God, all the lovely pieces of furniture I have scrimped and saved for. My precious collection of first edition books and my Persian carpet are all gone. I’ll never see them again. Oh no…”

“Honey, they’re only possessions. They can all be replaced. Did the super say everyone was okay? Was anyone hurt?”

“No, he said three people were slightly injured, but all the residents are accounted for,” Mia sobbed.

“Well, at least that’s a blessing. Leave everything to me for a bit, and try to calm down. Everything will be okay. We’re going to take you to your building in a moment. Then I think I may know somewhere you can stay. I just need to check a few things out first,” he said.

“Really, you do? Well, that would be great just till I sort out what I have to do next.”

She looked up into his face, her eyes red and puffy and her face streaked with mascara. She look so beautiful and trusting that Peter wanted to kiss all her troubles away. But if his idea panned out, it wouldn’t be long before he could kiss more than just her lips. He hoped to be able to kiss her entire body soon.




“Little Mia, are you waiting to see my cock, my pet?” Dylan asked, smiling at the desire in her eyes.

“I…well…” she stammered.

“Answer me, kitten,” he demanded, holding her eyes in a battle of lust and demand.

“Yes,” she whispered. She didn’t understand why Dylan brought out the shy, reserved side of her. He challenged her and made her feel submissive. While she wanted to challenge him at the same time, she also wanted him to earn her.

“You’ll ask me for what you want, and don’t use that squeaky little voice. Ask out loud, kitten, and I may grant your request.”

Mia swallowed her reservations and her fear. She had used bravado to get her here thus far, and she would draw on the little that remained welled deep in her heart.

“I want to see your cock,” she called.

“Master,” he demanded.

“What?” she questioned.

“I want to see your cock, Master.”

She wanted to slap the smug expression right off that gorgeous face, although then she’d never get what she wanted. “I want to see your cock, Master,” she parroted.

“Boys, undress me.”

Mathew and Peter moved toward him and began unbuttoning his shirt together as a team. They stripped him of his clothing, sliding their hands over every inch of his exposed skin. The sight of Mathew and Peter caressing him and her reaction to it surprised her. She felt a warm, wet need curl in her stomach. She cupped her own breasts, pinching her nipples as she watched the performance, and it was a performance. They moved like choreographed dancers. Her hand slid down her stomach to her pussy, and, using her index finger, she began to circle her swollen clit for the third time that day.

“No, kitten.”

Dylan’s demand jolted her from her rapt gaze on the three men. She pulled her hands from her pussy and breast and settled them on the bed next to her. She felt scolded and embarrassed like a mischievous child.

“Kitten, you’re forbidden in future to touch yourself. Your body is not your own. Your body belongs to me and Mathew.” He stalked to the bed. “You don’t get to touch what I own without my permission. Mathew, get me some restraints. It seems our little kitten here can’t control herself.”

Mathew chuckled in response as he moved toward two beautifully stained wooden doors and opened them.

Mia thought it was a closet, but instead it opened into another room. A dark dungeonlike room. “What’s that room for?” Her voice squeaked as she asked. She knew what it was, logically, if she took into consideration their lifestyle. But for some reason she needed reassurance.

“It’s our playroom, pet, and don’t worry. You’re going to get to know that room really well.” Dylan’s drawl enthralled her. At this moment, she would get to know anything if he asked her to, although she wasn’t going to let him know that.

Mathew returned with two leather restraints, and on closer inspection, she realized they were lined with soft, padded fabric. What on earth were they going to attach the cuffs to, she wondered. Like a military operation, she was pulled into a sitting position, her arms twisted behind her back. The cuffs were belted to her wrists, and then they were linked together. Trapped and unable to use her hands, she was now at their mercy. Instead of feeling fear, which she knew she should be feeling, she could only feel her pussy weeping and her clit begging for attention, making her want to beg them to take her, use her, and make her theirs.


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“Boys, we have our pet where we want her. Take a breast each and feast.”

Dylan’s cock jumped and pulsed, and his balls tightened, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. The sight of her bound and ravished by his boys was just too much, and he desperately wanted to join the group. He feared he would come just by rubbing his cock against anyone or anything. Hell, maybe even the bed would do it.

Mia groaned as Mathew took a nipple deep into his mouth and sucked. Peter was nibbling and biting on its twin.

“I want to see pink, boys,” he called out. Both of them took a leg each and spread her wide. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, but Dylan didn’t like anything that hid what he owned. “Tomorrow you are going to shave or wax that pussy I own. I want it bald and visible at all times. My pussy may be part of your body, but never doubt that it’s mine. As my servant, you’ll keep my pussy just the way I like it.”

Both Mathew and Peter spread her labia with their fingers, showing him the pink he wanted.

“My pet, just look at the pussy you’ve given me,” he said, stalking toward the bed to claim his prize.

He crawled toward her, never taking his eyes from hers, challenging her the entire time. She looked away and bowed her head, giving him the silent submission he demanded. Glorying in his victory, he lowered himself to her exposed core and lapped from ass to clit. Repeatedly, he lapped up her salty, sweet taste.



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