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Punishing Petra (MFM)

Locks and Chains 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 66,985
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[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, whipping, figging, wax play, sex toys, HEA]

Petra Morales is sick of watching the new subs at the club being taken by the best Masters. What about the experienced submissives? Where is the forever after for them? She’s been overlooked by the good Masters who treat her as a precious flower when what she really wants is strong hands and a strong…

Caleb McKenzie is forever looking for a match to his dark side and forever hoping he doesn’t find one. He helps his best friend Kyle Gordon get back on the bike of the lifestyle he’s left. Kyle is disillusioned and blames himself and the lifestyle for his wife's death, and besides, he has a son to care for.

A club fantasy night delivers for many a night to remember. Petra, Caleb, and Kyle get drawn together in a whirlwind of pleasures. The sex is hotter than they could hope for, but in the cold light of day, how do a petite, experienced submissive, a single dad with so much baggage he could be a 747, and a possessive sadist Dom build a relationship and have their happily ever after?

Note: This book contains double vaginal penetration.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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Book 3 in the Locks & Chains series. Of the 3 books so far in the series I'd rank them as 1) Mia's Masters 2) Punishing Petra 3) Grace's Submission. I enjoyed Petra, Kyle, and Caleb. They each ha...

- SoCalReader

Loved it! It is so nice that the heroine is an experienced sub who knows exactly what she needs. Very well written with a gripping story and hot action. Highly recommend!

- sodes16

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STORY EXCERPT

 

The one thing Caleb couldn’t stand was incompetence. Especially in his field, a mistake could cost a life. Fuck, look at the babies they were sending out into the hospitals now. They thought they knew everything just because they’d graduated from medical school. This kid was probably still playing with his dick and trying to put it in every nurse he saw rather than concentrating on saving the lives of the patients in his care.

“Did you even look at her chart?”

“Well, um, yes,” the young intern replied.

“Yes, so you looked at the chart and saw she had an allergy to penicillin. So, what, you thought it was a mistake in the chart? Or you just wanted to kill her for the heck of it?”

“No, of course not, I was so busy and I just—”

“Stop, no excuses. I don’t want to hear another word of justification. There’s no excuse for an error like that. I want you to tell me and her that you take full responsibility for the mistake. And you’ll do everything in your power to help her. Including staying with her all night tonight to ensure she is fully recovered.”

“Yes, sir,” the intern replied with a forlorn expression on his ghostly white face.

God, why were there so many employee rights and regulations? Industrial relations laws had a lot to answer for. If he wrote the rules, he would have given the kid twenty strikes with the cane. One strike for every second the patient’s heart had stopped. He would never forget the lesson then. He would always remember to read the goddamn chart fully before prescribing meds.

“Another wet-behind-the-ears mistake,” Kyle, his best friend and colleague, said from behind him.

“The wet-behind-the-ears little fucker nearly killed his patient.” Caleb huffed, still furious.

“Now, Caleb, we all make mistakes when we’re starting out,” Kyle said in a soothing tone.

He could only humph in reply. A mistake like that should never be made. But Kyle was right. All interns made mistakes. You couldn’t learn it all in med school, and the pressures and responsibilities were daunting to say the least. Still, fuck!

“Do you have time for lunch?” Kyle asked.

“As long as you’re paying,” Caleb said in a slightly less agitated tone. “So how are tricks in plastics?”

“Why? When you say that, I always feel like you’re calling me a pimp or a prostitute or something,” Kyle said with a huff.

“Because you are a pimp with a harem of women hanging on your every word. They all want you to make them twenty again and see you as a fucking god. And all I’m looking for is one woman to be able to handle what I have to give.”

“Oh fuck. This isn’t a pity party lunch, you know. I actually have balls. I don’t do the vagina squad hugs-and-feelings crap. It’s not my style,” Kyle said with an indignant stare at him.

“You’re such a prick, and no, it’s not a fucking pity party lunch. Where’d you even come up with that term?”

“My niece told me. She’s getting me hooked up with the entire vocabulary of twenty-first-century lingo,” Kyle said, smiling.

“And does she know your preference is caveman style?” he asked.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Kyle said as he grabbed a sandwich, apple, and iced tea and put them on his tray then headed toward the cashier. “Did you go to Locks and Chains on the weekend?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you see anything interesting?” Kyle asked with a sly grin.

“Wanting to live vicariously through me, eh?” he replied.

“Maybe,” Kyle said with a sigh.

“Why don’t you come with me to the club this weekend and find out?” He watched as a myriad of emotions crossed his friend’s face. It was time he rejoined the lifestyle again. It’d been four years since his wife had died, and two years since he’d started dating again. But he hadn’t found a way back into the lifestyle. He kept everything in his life vanilla.

“It’s just that…Look, I know there are other single parents in the lifestyle dating pool. And I know in the vanilla world a lot of women don’t mind taking on a kid, but…it’s just that Joel’s been through so much. I couldn’t do that to him again,” Kyle said with a pained expression.

“Do you really think every woman in the lifestyle has mental health issues? Yes, I admit there are a few. But, hell, there’s also women with issues in the vanilla world as well. Kyle, you know you couldn’t have stopped her.”

“Fuck, I know. I saw all the signs, and I got her the help she needed. I thought if I kept a tight leash on her, she’d be okay,” Kyle said wish a wistful expression.

“You did your best, man. You need to let it go. There was nothing you could have done more than you were doing. She fell apart. She just couldn’t take life any longer.”

“I know. Look, I’ve been back out there dating.”

“You’ve been playing vanilla, and you know it. You’ve been fucking nurses and receptionists and coffee shop employees. You have not been back out there at all, my friend.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Petra felt the waves of pleasure and pain wash over her as she flew in subspace. Nothing mattered. There were no worries, no stresses. Nothing was important. She was one with the universe. She was the universe. She was Zen. She felt as though she could understand nothing and everything all at once.

Slowly, she began to descend from the higher place and come back into her body. She felt two hands massaging her ass and another hand on her back. Then another on her breast, cupping and kneading. Her brain must not be functioning correctly, she thought. But then, distracted by the pleasure of her nipple being pinched and pulled, she placed the problem of too many hands into the too-hard basket and reveled in the sensation.

“Sub, I’m your Master for this scene. But as we hadn’t agreed on two men at the beginning, I’m willing to ask if you’ll allow two men to fuck you.”

“Anything, Master,” she replied, not realizing she’d called him Master in her need. She wondered how many times she had said it before. Was it a trained response, or in the seconds, minutes, or hours of him dominating her had she already submitted to him fully?

She felt two mouths kissing and biting her body, and she slipped back into a light subspace. Already shaking from the stress of the whipping, she now had four hands soothing and calming her. The restraints were removed, and she fell into the arms of the stranger. The other man Caleb was going to share her with. She looked deep into his eyes and saw so much pain and sorrow that her hand instinctively lifted. She wanted to caress his face. The cuffs locked her hands in place. She wanted to remove the pain and sorrow and leave this man, this stranger, happy and full of love. She kissed him, opening her mouth and body fully to him, sharing her compassion. Pulling back, she moved her mouth to his ear and licked and kissed the shell.

Then she whispered, “There’s nothing but here and now, let me love you.” She didn’t know where the words came from or why, but she knew he needed to hear them. He reacted in an instant. His hand wound through her hair, pulling her head back. His face turned fierce, lust burning so brightly his eyes became luminescent. He looked so deeply, so penetratingly into her soul she felt like she should answer with a growl. Then he crushed his lips to hers with such brutal force that she felt her lips bursting from the pressure against her teeth. As he took her mouth, he thrust his tongue deep down her throat, almost devouring it. She fought him back, both eating each other’s mouths.

The sharp bite of teeth closing on her nipple caused her to scream into his mouth. She pulled away and looked at Caleb nipping at her breast. She attacked him like a starving animal, mauling him with her mouth and hands. Shirts were shed. A jacket hit the floor, and she fell to her knees and grabbed at their belt buckles and pulled, trying to tear their clothes off their bodies. Thankfully they were both as aroused and desperate. She felt one man behind her and one in front. The one behind was kneading her breasts and pulling and pinching her nipples as she finally freed the cock of the man in front. Looking up, she realized it was the stranger, his cock beautiful, hard, and thick. It was a weapon to conquer her with, one to deliver pain and the pleasure she so desperately wanted. Enraptured, she began rubbing his cock against her cheek, in fact all over her face, trying to give it the worship it deserved. Finally she licked and mouthed it, savoring the texture and flavor. She sucked him deep into her throat, rejoicing in the feeling of having him inside her body and being one with him in some form. Fingers ventured down over her stomach and toward where she wanted them most, so she thrust her hips toward him, signaling her need for him to touch her, to fuck her. To do something to take away this burning heat and need. Mindless desperation was the best description of how she felt right now. All she could hear were growls and grunts, a language as old as time.

The stranger in front pulled himself away from her mouth, and they lifted her to her feet. Caleb then thrust a piece of foil into the stranger’s hand, and he tore it open and sheathed his cock with the thin latex. He then took a second packet containing lube and tore it open, pushing it onto his two fingers. Why on earth would he need lube? She hadn’t agreed to anal sex. She hadn’t been asked. But right at this moment, she could feel her wetness on her thighs and dripping from her core. She wanted to be filled. She wanted everything.

 

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