[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, whipping, pegging, self-fellatio, wax play, sex toys, HEA for M/F]
Rhiannon Carr and Donovan Mackenzie look forward to their special vacations on small ships that cruise the East Coast. On board, they study their invited choices, choosing one man to join their private world of sexual play. Their strict rules dictate that when the cruise ends, so does their threesome.
Donovan is the dominant male, the devilish side of his personality shining through. Rhiannon often lets her own devilish side filter through. Seen as angelic compared to Donovan, her kinky side for bondage needs to be satisfied occasionally. Jack Montgomery would be their perfect toy for the week.
Jack's acceptance of their attention brings out a side of his personality he's never acknowledged. After discussing the situation, they agree to offer Jack the opportunity to train with them as their submissive on a permanent basis.
Will Jack break free of his staid ways and join the couple on a journey of self-discovery?
A Siren Erotic Romance
“If this doesn’t get them hard and horny, I don’t know what else will.” She grabbed her purse and headed up on deck, anxious for their evening to start. Along the way, she saw Nigel. He tipped his cap to her, winked, and continued on with his conversation. Arriving on deck, it was easy to pick out Donovan. He stood above the crowd just because of his height, but she’d have spotted him in any crowd. Beside him, the shorter, brown-haired, brown-eyed Jack stood, a bottle of beer in his hand. He looked nervous to her. As she approached, she sensed she was right. About now, he was trying to figure out what the situation truly was between him, her, and Donovan.
She knew instantly he was up for the threesome, but he was confused as to the actual dynamic of the situation. Holding back a smile, she nodded to several passengers along the way as she walked directly to the men. “Good evening,” she said, keeping her smile to a minimum. A waiter passed by and offered her the single glass on his tray.
“Grey Goose martini, ma’am.” She took the glass from his tray and smiled.
“Thank you.” He left quickly, his cheeks burning with heat from the embarrassing erection he acquired standing before her. She noted he dropped the tray in front of him as he skirted the crowd to get from sight.
“Well, you just gave that young man a treat to fantasize about tonight.” Donovan stepped beside her and kissed her cheek.
“He’s young. He’ll learn how to control his urges, eventually.” She sipped from her drink and savored the first hit of flavor. “Thank you for the martini. Jack, how was the rest of your afternoon?”
“I…I feel like the waiter. One look at you dressed like this, and I almost came in my pants, too. Damn, lady. You are one amazing woman.”
“Thank you, Jack.” She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his cheek, leaving a lipstick mark. She noted he didn’t move to wipe it away. “Relax. We’re all here to enjoy a nice meal and the evening. Your hard-on will subside.” She sipped again. “Maybe later I can make it appear on my timing.” He gave her a quizzical look and glanced to Donovan.
“Relax, Jack. I understand how beautiful my Rhia is. I also understand, on occasion, men will look at her. What you have to decide is if you’re interested in sharing her tonight.”
Rhia used the glass to hide her smile as all the color drained from Jack’s face. “I’m not sure…”
“Of course you are. Thankfully, you have enough class to consider the feelings of my partner. That gives you points in my book,” Rhia told him.
“I’m a bit confused here. I mean, after last night I thought you were alone on board.” Jack put his empty beer bottle on a table near them and pulled a deep breath.
“Last night I was alone with you. Tonight I have a fantasy to play out. Are you interested in hearing the details?” She looked to Donovan and back to Jack. “It’s very simple. Donovan and I are on vacation. When we get away from our normal lives, sometimes we like to have another man join us for the evening.”
“You’re okay with this?” Jack asked Donovan.
“Rhia and I talked it over. It’s vacation, and you know what they say about what happens on vacation, stays on vacation. I know you were with Rhia last night. I was with her after you.”
“You were? You mean you knew what we did while we were in the room?”
“I know the basics of what happens between consenting adults in a bedroom.”
“If she were my lady, I wouldn’t share her.” His expression showed his confusion.
“But that’s the point, Jack. I’m with Donovan because he understands he has no right to control me or my actions. Just as I wouldn’t ask him to leave another woman alone if he wanted to have sex with her.”
“Christ, you’d let him do another woman? Wouldn’t you be jealous?”
“Trust is earned. I trust Donovan with my life. And we have rules about playing. The major one being we don’t go behind the other’s back. If we see another person and are interested, we discuss it before anything happens. That way, there are not repercussions.”
“You two are a whole lot more trusting than I could ever be.”
“Trust is earned, Jack. When you find the right situation, you’ll know.” With that, Donovan seemed preoccupied, pointing to the front of the dining area. “I think supper’s about ready. Shall we? I’m starved.” Donovan turned to Jack. “Will you escort Rhia to the table? I’ll get us another round of drinks and meet you there.”
“Okay,” he said, but Rhia knew he was still confused. She took his arm and headed them in the direction of the table.
“You should understand you don’t have to join us, Jack. It was just an offer. Why not forget about it for a while. We’ll see how we feel after we eat.”
“Now I’ll make you forget all your troubles.” He strode across the room and dropped to his knees before her. His hands slid down her legs and back up under her skirt. On the next pass down, he drew her panties with him, letting them drop to the floor. He held her while she lifted each foot and kicked them aside. As soon as she was balanced, he pushed her legs wider apart and pulled her skirt up. His lips made contact with her clit, and she found a new kind of heaven, one she’d never known existed in real life, at least not her life, until now. The way he licked and sucked her was beyond intimate. It was as if he took her pleasure as his mission to accomplish, to make her come. And he did, more than once.
Through their evening, he’d licked and fingered her until she came. Eventually they started to lose their clothing between kisses and licks. When he dropped his pants, she groaned aloud. “Christ, you’re huge. I’ve never seen a man so well endowed.” She watched him stroke it with his own hand, up and back while it grew longer and harder. “I’m not sure I can get my lips around you.” She used her hands to stroke him and paused when she saw the tattoo on the underside of his cock.
“Try,” he said without hesitation and took a step closer to her where she sat on the edge of the bed. He was at a perfect height, and all she had to do was lean forward to lick his cockhead. When she did, he surged forward. She lapped at the droplet of pre-cum her motions produced and tried again. This time she became bolder, swirling her tongue over and around the tip of his cock. Before long, she was wrapping her lips around his shaft, taking more and more of his length. She paused and used her hand to fist him while she ran her other hand along his chest and belly.
“I’ve never seen a cock with a tattoo on it. Didn’t it hurt?” She lapped at his tip before leaning back to look at him. Her fingers continued to tease him, and the hand wrapped around his cock never paused.
“Pain is mind over matter most times. I chose to do this. I knew what it entailed.”
She lowered herself to the floor to get a better look at the ink on the underside of his cock. At closer inspection, she realized it was a pitchfork rising from flames at the base of it. Using her fist around him, she became wide-eyed as his cock grew, and the length of the pitchfork grew. He kept his pubic hair trimmed close, so she could see the flames lapping at the sides growing upward. For whatever reason, it made her cock-crazy, and she swallowed as much of his length as she could, continuing until she had her lips buried at his base. Sitting back on her heels, she kept inspecting him. “I don’t want to know how much that hurt, but it is striking.”
“Go ahead, Rhia. Ask what you want to know. ”
“Did a man or woman tattoo you?”
“I have a male friend who’s an artist. I wanted to make sure that he got the design right. This isn’t something you can easily have redone.”
She grasped him like a handle, looking at the ink from different directions. “Wasn’t it awkward to have another man holding your cock?”
He shook his head no. “Once you decide to do it, you want the best artist working on you, and in my case, lust wasn’t a factor. I needed to keep the erection so the design would be even.”
“So how do you keep an erection when a man’s got a needle in his hand pushing it into your penis? I don’t think I could do that anywhere on my body.”
“First, it was a private session. The shop was closed, and we put in a few films for background. Honestly, at one point, he left to jerk off so he could continue to concentrate.”
“No young woman by your side to keep you erect?”
“I thought about it, but I knew I wanted this to be a serious moment, not just an excuse for sex.”
“What kinds of reactions do you get from other women the first time they see it?” She continued to fondle him, absorbed in his artwork.
“Most just like to see the flames get longer…” He held back his laugh for a few seconds before finally smiling and laughing.
“All right, I deserved that comment.” She spread her lips over his cockhead and licked at the droplet of pre-cum her attentions prompted. “You do have an amazing cock, Donovan, but you knew that, or you wouldn’t have chosen a devil’s pitchfork with flames lapping up your length.”
“It was more of a private joke.” He gritted his teeth when she let hers scrape along his skin. “Maybe someday I’ll tell you about it.”
“Maybe. For now I just want to suck you until you come for me.”