From Bestselling Erotica and Erotic Romance Author Erika Masten
My Two Doms: Hot Hard Menage #3 An Explicit Erotic Short Story
An innocent mix-up in the mail—the delivery of a bondage magazine to the wrong house—reveals that the hot gay couple next door to Zoe aren’t gay at all. Both men are very hetero and the Doms of her dreams, to boot. When she brings the magazine back to its rightful owner and admits her arousal, Matthew and Noah have all the encouragement they need to claim Zoe for their own.
Bonus Material: Includes excerpts from A Firm Hand: Dominated #4 and Bad Boys’ Submissive: Hot Hard Menage #2 by Erika Masten.
Warning: Explicit sexual content. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years of age or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.
“You’ve never responded when I’ve flirted with you, Zoe. Is that only because you thought I was gay?”
I look up from the bottom of my glass. “You’ve never!”
I blink hard a few times. “You have?”
Matthew nods, and I frown at the thought of the missed opportunity. Little by little, I’m leaning toward him, my face turned upward. As soon as his soft, lush lips brush mine, I open my mouth, hungry for his tongue. He teases me, licking my lips, sucking, making my mouth tingle. Then his hand is taking hold of my long ponytail. His dark eyes watch my face carefully as he starts to pull my hair. My mouth bows in a whisper of a moan.
Then he’s pulling harder, making me arch, his other arm circling my waist to support me. Matthew’s lips, his rugged, scratchy chin and jaw, work up and down my exposed neck. My gaze grazes the ceiling before my eyes roll back in my head.
“Open your knees, Zoe,” he growls low against my skin. When I comply, he advances, pushing his swollen hard-on against my pussy through my skirt and panties.
I gasp at the sensation, at the pressure on my swelling clit, at the size of Matthew’s bulging cock. His response is to reach between us and pull my skirt up, out of the way. One less layer of clothing shielding my cunt from his hard dick. He grabs my ass and jerks me forward, so that my pussy lips spread to cradle his hard-on. I keen with need, with months of pent-up sexual frustration, with astonishment at my own brazen reaction to his touch.
Matthew’s hot breath on my ear leaves me shuddering. “Do you want to know what I’d do to you if you were my submissive, Zoe?”
“Yes,” I mew.
“You know better than that, don’t you, sweetheart?”
I panic for a moment, before realizing and blurting, “Yes, sir.”
He licks my ear with his silky, warm tongue, while pulling my hair hard enough to make my scalp prickle with stinging pain. The intensity of the sensation leaves me limp in his corded arms.
“I’d make you strip down for me and show me how wet your pussy is, to prove you’re ready to please me. Would that excite you?”
Pressing my nipples to his chest and digging my fingernails into his biceps, I whisper, “Yes, sir.”
“Then I’d put you on your knees on the floor so I could bind those delicate ankles together and your little hands together, and then your wrists to your ankles.” He gives me a moment to picture this, to imagine my arms bent back and my bare tits thrust up in invitation, my thighs spread wide. “Then you’d suck my long cock while I held your head and fucked your beautiful mouth. I’d make you do the same for Noah.”
My eyes fly open when Matthew adds this last detail. The idea of both of them touching me, of both men using me at the same time, leaves me breathless. Shouldn’t I be scandalized, offended, frightened, instead of riveted by the thought?
Noah, while different than Matthew—leaner, not quite as tall, with loosely curling brown hair and blue eyes just a little paler than mine, and a demeanor at once dreamy and haunted—is no less attractive. Would he handle me more gently than Matthew does? More roughly? Would he also growl dirty, delicious things into my ear? Or would he silently force me to bend for him?
Matthew’s hand shifts from pulling my hair to cradling my head, urging me to straighten and look at him. “Would you do that, Zoe? Give yourself to me and to Noah? Serve both our pleasures?”
My mouth is so dry I can hardly speak. “Is that what you want?” I ask in a weak, cracking voice.
He nuzzles my cheek while pulling my hair again, wringing another moan from me. “That’s just the beginning of what I want from you.”