[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, bondage, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Jillian Miller’s taking it slow with Ryan and Jackson Parks, and it’s driving her libido crazy. She knows these hunky brothers like to be dominant in the bedroom, but she’s not sure she can play the submissive. She’s never been in love before either, but she can see these men are special. She’d be a fool not to give them a chance. Or two.
Older brother Ryan is ready for his happily ever after. He’s in love with Jillian and wants it all—marriage, kids, and a white picket fence. Younger brother Jack wants those things, too. Someday. He’s just not in a hurry.
But, first they have to teach the pretty schoolteacher what trust really means. When the men hurt Jillian’s feelings and damage that trust, they know they better start groveling if they want a future with her. They’ve got the perfect plan to win her heart.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Lara Valentine is a Siren-exclusive author.
“This is a pretty one. It looks handmade.” Jillian held up an intricately beaded Christmas tree ornament.
A sad look flitted across Jack’s face. “Yeah. Mom made an ornament for each of us every year. That one is Ryan’s. Becca’s were always in green and red, mine were in green and gold, and Ryan’s were in blue and silver. When we moved out on our own, Dad gave us the ornaments that she had made.”
Jack lifted it carefully out of her hands and studied it for a few moments. Ryan and Jack’s mom had been killed in a tragic car accident five years earlier. “Mom would have really liked you, baby. You’re smart and have spirit, just like her. I wish you could have met her. She was a great mom.”
He placed it on the giant Christmas tree that stood in front of the large bay window that overlooked the street. The tree was over nine feet tall and would take a lot of ornaments and a lot of time to decorate.
“Did you and your family have any special Christmas traditions?”
Jillian snorted. “Absolutely. On Christmas morning, my dad would complain about the cost of Christmas and his ungrateful family. Then Mom would make dinner and they would fight about whether she should have made turkey or ham. Things would escalate and Dad would take that as an excuse to stomp out of the house and visit one in his long line of mistresses. I don’t remember a year that the Miller family didn’t have some sort of drama. My parents didn’t have the best marriage, if you can’t tell.”
“Fuck, baby. That’s terrible. I’ll make sure that this Christmas is drama-free for you this year.” Jack had a shocked look on his face.
“I’m not sure you can deliver on that promise. My mother is coming for Christmas, and she invented drama. Of course, she has to work a little harder at it by herself since Dad passed away. But she’s no quitter. You know, she wasn’t a bad mother. She actually tried to make it up to us that Dad wasn’t home much. But they used to fight like cats and dogs when he was home. To this day, I’m not sure why they stayed married. They were fucking miserable.”
“I guess they stayed married for the sake of the children. Isn’t that what they say?”
“They would have been kinder to just get a divorce. I don’t know why my mother stayed with my father all those years. We all knew that he had other women. He didn’t bother to hide it. Mom was, is, gorgeous. She could have had her pick of men. But for some reason she stayed with Dad. It couldn’t have been for love. How could she love a man that would humiliate her that way? Nothing would have convinced me to stay in a relationship like that.”
Jillian would never become any man’s doormat. Although, she had to admit, Ryan and Jack never treated her with anything but respect and care. She had never experienced any man, let alone men, that she could trust the way she trusted these two. She wanted more of it. She had waded into the relationship slowly, but what she really wanted to do was jump in with both feet. Jillian gazed at Jack’s handsome face. She couldn’t think of anyone better to jump into the deep end with than Jack and Ryan.
* * * *
Jack was incredulous at what he was hearing. He could now certainly understand why Jillian had wanted to move slowly. Her childhood had been fucked up ten different ways. The two people she was supposed to trust the most had damaged that trust. To make it worse, she had no role models to look to for a strong, healthy romantic relationship.
Jack silently thanked his parents for giving him an example of a loving couple. Their marriage had been a happy one. He knew he wanted that for himself.
“Ryan and I will never treat you like that. When we’re dating you, we’re only dating you.”
Jillian looked thoughtful for a moment. “Just make me a promise, okay? If you decide you want to see other women, you’ll just tell me? Don’t go behind my back. I’d rather you were just honest with me. I won’t be mad or make a scene or anything.”
Jack pulled her close for a warm kiss. “I would never do anything like that to you. Listen, I know I have a reputation as a ladies’ man. But I’m not an asshole. I swear.”
He wouldn’t be an asshole to her, but could he really commit to her for the long term? She hadn’t asked him to, of course. She might not even want him like that. Women could be in relationships just for sex, too. But the thing was, he wasn’t in it for just the sex. He really cared about Jillian. Hell, he might even be falling in love with her. But why did love have to be so permanent?
Ryan didn’t seem to suffer from the same doubts. He was in love with Jillian. No question. But Ryan had been born a grown-up. Even when he was a little boy, family members had called Ryan “the little old man.” Sure, he had raised some hell, but his life had always been planned out—college, police academy, deputy, sheriff, wife, then two point five kids, and maybe a dog. Ryan had always craved the commitment. The forever. But forever to Jack sounded like one hell of a long time.
“Good. That’s all I ask is that you be honest with me. If I want to see someone else, I’ll be honest with you, too.”
What the fuck? Did she want to see another guy? Was there another guy? Jack didn’t like the sound of it. Even more, he didn’t like the fact that he didn’t like it. He wasn’t going to let her think about other men when she was with him, damn it.
“Your curiosity getting the better of you, baby? No time like the present to find out what a spanking is like.” He kept his voice gentle. He didn’t want to scare her. He knew this was a big deal for her.
“Yes, I guess I am curious. Will Ryan mind?”
Jack shook his head. “Once and for all, no. He won’t be upset that we played a little. He might be jealous that I got to spank you first, but he won’t be mad. You can do something else first with him next time.”
He watched Jillian chew at her lower lip. He already knew that was a sign that she was nervous. He grabbed a chair from the corner and placed it in the center of the room. He sat down and motioned to her.
“Over my knee, Jillian. Let’s do it before you lose your nerve. I’ll stop if you use your safe word. Have you changed your mind?”
“No, Jack. I want this.” If possible, his cock swelled even larger.
She lowered herself over his lap, trying to get into a comfortable position. She also wriggled on his hard cock, and he had to bite back a groan.
He grasped her around the waist and moved her farther over his lap so her head was hanging almost to the floor, her heart-shaped bottom on display, begging to be spanked. His left arm clamped her around the waist tightly so she would feel secure. It would also keep her hands from reaching down and covering her red cheeks during the spanking. His left elbow pressed into her back and pushed her head down a little lower, causing her backside to tip up even higher.
In this position, her ass was vulnerable, but so was her pretty, pink pussy. It glistened with juices, and he had to fight back the urge to forget the spanking and lower his tongue to her creamy folds.
“Are you ready, Jillian? We’ll just go until your bottom is nice and red.”
Jillian tried to lift her head a little, but his elbow kept her upper torso pointed down.
“Yes, I’m ready.” It wasn’t his imagination that her voice was breathless.
He inhaled her scent, a mixture of strawberries and the musk from her arousal. The fact that she wanted them, wanted this, was more than he could have hoped for. He was humbled by her honest, no-holds-barred responses. Her combination of innocence and seductress was intoxicating. He wanted to fall to his knees and worship at her altar.
He raised his hand and took in the beauty before him. Her heart-shaped ass was full, and the skin was a pearly-cream color. It would be a pleasure to spank it.
* * * *
Jillian was helpless and horny. She was draped over Jack’s lap waiting for the first real spanking of her entire life. Her parents had never even spanked her. A swat here and there from her men didn’t count. This was the real thing.
The anticipation was exciting and scary. She felt no fear about Jack hurting her. What she found scary was her reaction and her trust. She had been aroused when she had researched BDSM, but this storm of arousal was a shock. She had to face the fact there was a part of her that was submissive. In the bedroom at least. The trust she had in them was also incredibly scary. She had never trusted anyone the way she did these two men. They weren’t just heroic in their jobs. They were heroic in their patience with her. Never had anyone taken the time and worshiped her body the way they did.
Jack’s callused hands stroked her ass cheeks. From where he sat, her entire pussy was on display. He could see that she was wet and swollen. She imagined one touch would send her over. Just the buildup to this spanking had her on the edge of orgasm.
Jack ran his hand over her ass, warming her skin. She trembled with the anticipation.
“We’ll start light to warm you up, before getting to the real spanking.”
The first smack on her ass made her jerk but wasn’t too bad. It stung a little, but didn’t really hurt. The next smacks were quick and about the same pressure. He applied them evenly across her bottom, which she imagined was probably quite pink. The additional smacks didn’t really hurt so much as add to the overall glow she felt on her ass.
The next smack shocked her with its force. Holy shit. It hurt more than she expected, and she was just about to use her safe word when the pain morphed inexplicably into pleasure. She could feel juice flowing from her pussy and onto Jack’s thighs. Her body, which she had been holding tense before, relaxed into the spanking. Each hard smack that followed caused her clit to pulse and throb. Her ass was on fire, but so were her pussy and clit. She needed to be fucked desperately. Was she allowed to beg?
The spanking stopped, but Jack didn’t let her go. Was he taking a break, or was he done? His hands caressed her sore ass cheeks tenderly.
“You should see your ass, honey. It’s bright red and hot to the touch. Your pussy cream is covering your thighs and my thighs, too. I think you like being spanked.”
His fingers began exploring her drenched cunt, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.
“I’m so proud of you. It was pretty brave of you tonight to ask for a spanking. Now your curiosity is satisfied. So do you think you’ll want another one sometime?”
“Yes, I think so. It was different than I imagined but exciting, too.” Her voice was still breathless.
“Brave girls should get rewarded.”