Stacee's Recovery (MMF)

Twisting Hearts 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 38,196
5 Ratings (5.0)

[Menage Amour: Consensual BDSM Contemporary Menage a Trois Romance, MMF, with MM elements, spanking, bondage, sex toys, HEA]

Stacee Mathers had been watching Master Steve Murray for weeks at the Twisting Hearts BDSM Club.  After she and her friend Marcia Hastings were caught bullying one of the members, Marcia and Stacee were forced to accept punishment or leave the club.  Master Steve was the dungeon master and in charge of all the punishments for the club.  As a sadist, it was his pleasure and responsibility to make sure all punishments were just and fair.  It wasn’t part of his job to provide aftercare, but he did with Stacee.  He’d been watching her at the club and was interested in her.  He and his part-time submissive Raymond Molina were looking for a third and he was curious to see if Stacee could be that woman.  When Stacee’s home was vandalized it was the perfect excuse for Steve and Raymond to spend more time with Stacee and get to know her better. 

Stacee's Recovery (MMF)
5 Ratings (5.0)

Stacee's Recovery (MMF)

Twisting Hearts 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 38,196
5 Ratings (5.0)
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“If she could look around and tell if anything is missing. I know it will be hard to in this mess, but if you could check your electronics. Did you have a television, a DVD player, a laptop, jewelry? Things like that would be quick to grab and easy to sell for money. Take a look around and see if you notice anything. The paperwork and a more detailed loss report can be done tomorrow. If we know about the larger things tonight, we can put a report out to the pawn shops tomorrow and update it as needed.”

Stacee nodded and slowly looked around, stepping over and moving some things. She walked around quietly, Steve and the detective following her. “Both televisions are gone. I had one in the living room and one in the bedroom. I usually keep my laptop here on the dresser. It’s gone. I don’t see my e-reader either.” She walked over to a picture on the wall and moved it. “They didn’t get into my safe, so all my personal paperwork is good.” She turned and looked at the dresser a minute. “My jewelry box is gone. Most of it was cheap stuff. The expensive things are in the safe.” She looked around a couple more minutes. “I need to look in the living room.”

Steve and the detective followed her as she looked around some more, the detective taking notes as she talked. “I think that’s the bigger things. With this mess, I can’t tell what else might be missing. How soon can I start cleaning it up?”

The detective answered, “I will be at least twenty-four to forty-eight hours. The crime scene investigators are going to want to go through everything with a fine-tooth comb. I’ll take your number, and someone will call you to verify. Do you have somewhere you can stay tonight?”

Before Stacee could answer, Steve spoke for her, “She will be staying with me. This is my card with my cell phone on it. You can reach Ms. Mathers through me.” He guided her to the door. “Do you need anything for tonight, medication or any clothes you want to bring?”

“Can I take some things with me?” Stacee asked, her mind starting to wrap around what had happened.

“Sure. These are your things, and you can take anything you want. There will be an officer on duty all night. Here are the phone numbers of some services that can do an emergent repair of the door and windows. Once you get the place secured, we will do random patrols for a few days, but I doubt they will be back. I’m sure it was just a random gang of kids out for fun and drug money. Unfortunately, we’ve seen this too many times before.”

Stacee looked around at the mess and shook her head. “I can’t deal with this now. I’ll be fine with what I have.” She turned and walked out the door. She couldn’t stand to look at it any longer.

The detective walked her and Master Steve out to Master Steve’s truck. He handed his card to Master Steve. “Feel free to contact me with any questions.”

Steve put the detective's card in his pocket and sat in the truck for a few minutes. “Why don’t you lean back and close your eyes. I’m going to make a few calls. I know some people that can come out and help me get your windows boarded up and the door fixed. It will be faster than waiting for a service to do it.”

Steve could tell she was starting to go into an adrenaline drop and knew the full effect of everything still had to hit her. He lowered her seat to a reclining position and covered her with a soft blanket he had pulled from the back. His first call was to Raymond to tell him was what going on. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, Master.” Steve knew he could count on Raymond to handle everything while he took care of Stacee.


* * * *


Stacee sat in Master Steve’s truck and tried to figure out what she should do. She could go to her parents’ home, but then she would have to explain everything to them. She could go to a hotel, but then she’d be all alone, and she really didn’t want to be alone right now. Master Steve had told the detective that she would be staying with him, but she wasn’t sure that was the right choice either. She didn’t want to disrupt Master Steve’s home life. She knew very little about his life outside the club.

“Did you check the messages on your phone?” Master Steve’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Huh?” she asked, not sure she’d heard him right.

“Did you check your phone? I want you to check and see if the security company tried to call you with an alert,” Master Steve repeated, turning to look at her.

“Oh. Right. Check my messages.” Stacee sat up and pulled her phone out of her bag. Thirty-five missed calls. What the fuck? She very seldom got that many phone calls in a week let alone in one night. She quickly scrolled through the missed call log. There were a few from the alarm company, but most of the missed calls and missed texts were from Marcia. She put the phone to her ear to listen to some of the messages. She wasn’t really surprised at the venom the spewed from Marcia’s messages. Ever since she had told her that she wouldn’t give her any more money, her calls had become more and more threatening.

“What’s the matter? That’s not a good look on your face.” Before she could stop him, Master Steve had grabbed the phone out of her hand and was listening to the message.

“Who is this?” he demanded as he continued to listen.

“Marcia,” Stacee answered quietly.

“Who?” Master Steve hadn’t taken the phone away from his ear. She could only imagine the vile he was hearing.

“Marcia,” she answered again.

“Marcia from the club?” he asked, amazed at the amount of filth that was being directed at Stacee. “I thought you and she were friends.”

“We used to be until I stopped giving her money,” Stacee said quietly.




“That sounds perfect. Now how about you and I get romantic?” Raymond put his bottle down and reached to take Steve’s from him.

“What have I told you about topping from the bottom, boy?” Steve caught Raymond’s wrist and yanked him, so he ended up standing in front of Steve. “Out of the tub, dry off, and wait for me in the bedroom.”

“Yes, Sir,” Raymond said, letting his submissive side take over.

Steve finished his beer, turned the hot tub off, and dried off, taking his time to let Raymond sink into submission. He stopped by the playroom he had in his house and picked out a paddle and a crop. The session tonight would be light, but it was something they both needed. He’d noticed that Raymond had been getting snarky and doing more topping from the bottom lately. That meant one of two things. Either he needed a session, or he needed to dominate a woman. Steve was going to make sure he got both.

He walked into his bedroom, “Now that’s a nice sight.” Raymond was kneeling, naked by the side of the bed, his palms up on his thighs and his head bent. He didn’t move when Steve walked into the room. “This is the second time in as many days that I’ve caught you trying to get your way. Is there something you need to tell me, boy? Are you feeling a little neglected? After tonight, I’m sure that feeling will go away.” He laid the paddle and the crop on the bed where he could reach them and took a seat on the side.

“Anything you want to tell me before we get started?” he asked, giving Raymond the chance to apologize or explain if he wanted to.

“No, Sir,” Raymond answered, not lifting his head or moving.

“Assume the position. What’s your safe word?” Steve slapped the paddle across his hand.

“My safe word is red, Sir.” Raymond stood and bent to the side of Steve, his hands wrapped around his ankles.

“Use red or yellow if you need to.” Steve and Raymond had done this many times before, but every time Steve reminded Raymond—or any sub he played with—that they could use their safe word. It never hurt to remind someone of the rules. He knew of Doms that hadn’t reminded subs and things had gone too far. He never wanted that to happen with one of his subs.

He took the paddle and smacked Raymond’s right butt cheek hard enough that the man almost fell over. “Brace yourself, boy. I know you can take it.”

“Yes, Sir,” Raymond answered, and Steve saw him brace his knees in preparation for the next blow. Steve didn’t disappoint him and let the blows rain down until Raymond’s skin was bright red and he could almost see the heat radiating off of it.

“How are you doing, boy?” Steve asked as he ran a hand over each hot cheek then reached around and grabbed the man’s cock.

“I’m good, Sir,” Raymond answered, his voice going high as Steve reached down and yanked on his ball sack.

“Good, ’cause I’m just getting started,” Steve said with a cruel laugh as he grabbed the crop off the side of the bed.

Steve used the crop, leaving red marks up and down Raymond’s thighs and occasionally going between his legs to place a smack on his balls.

“Is this what you wanted? Is this what you needed?” he asked, running his hand over the flaming red skin. “I’ve warned you before about topping from the bottom to get what you want. You know better than to push me, boy.” He reached between Raymond’s legs and squeezed his balls hard enough for the man to go up on his tiptoes.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I should have told you I needed a session. You’ve been busy at the club and I’ve been busy at work and we haven’t had much time together,” Raymond said when Master Steve released his balls and started applying the soothing cream to his buttocks and thighs.

When he was finished with the cream, he instructed Raymond to lie on the bed face up. He knew the friction of the sheet against his tortured skin would add to Raymond’s pleasure. He removed the grey robe he had put on before he came into the room and laid it on a chair.

Then he attached Raymond’s hand to the restraints, so the man’s hands were above his head. Then he wrapped soft cuffs around Raymond’s ankles and attached them to the food of the bed, leaving him spread eagle. Next, he walked over to his dresser and pulled a large butt plug and package of lube out of the drawer.

He held the plug and the lube in front of Raymond’s face. “You know where this is going. In the position now.”

Raymond rolled to his side as much as the restraints would let him and waited. First, he felt Master Steve’s hands as they parted his buttocks. The cold drizzle of lube came next. Then he felt the coolness of the glass anal plug as Steve started to push it in.

“Relax, boy. You know why I’m doing this. I’ll be fucking this ass tonight.” Steve slowly pushed the large plug into Raymond’s tight little asshole. The plug was a large one. He had larger and had used them before, but this wasn’t as much about punishment as it was pleasure.

Once he had the plug seated, he fucked in and out of Raymond’s ass a few times before he had the man turn back onto his back.

Raymond’s erection was red and leaking pre-cum. Master Steve fisted it just below the head and leaned his head down to take a taste. He felt the shudder as it ran up Raymond’s body.

“Did you like that, boy?” he asked, sitting on the side of the bed and reaching up to pinch one of Raymond’s nipples.

“Yes, Sir,” Raymond answered with a groan when Master Steve tightened his grip.

“Do you want more?” Steve asked, moving his hand up and down Raymond’s thick shaft, squeezing and loosening as he went.

“Please,” Raymond moaned.

Steve leaned down and took Raymond’s shaft into his mouth, sucking it to the back of his throat.

“God, I love it when you do that,” Raymond moaned and arched his back.

Steve worked his way around on the bed until his cock was dangling over Raymond’s mouth. He lifted his head up long enough to say, “Give as good as you’re getting, boy.”

Raymond eagerly wrapped his lips around his Master’s cock. He licked and sucked, working the man’s shaft like his own cock was being worked. He pulled his mouth back and licked just the head of Master Steve’s dick, sticking his tongue in the slit and letting the dick slap him in the face.

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