The Natural (MFMM)

Answers 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 20,319
2 Ratings (3.5)

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, bondage, HEA]

Dawn Holiday is a confident woman who knows what she wants. The way she walks, talks, and acts proves it. She is totally in control and she’d have it no other way. But always being in control wasn’t making her happy.

Micah London and Wilder and Hunter McCabe have never met anyone like Dawn. She has a presence that could command a room, but she is a contradiction in terms. Always in control but wants to be controlled. It doesn’t take long for her to instill herself into their hearts.

After Dawn reveals the reason she has trouble with being controlled, the men set about teaching her it’s okay to allow someone else to take the lead. They didn’t expect to fall in love with her in the bargain. She didn’t expect to fall in love with them. By the end of the weekend, the four know they are destined to explore the rest of their lives together.

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

A Siren Erotic Romance

The Natural (MFMM)
2 Ratings (3.5)

The Natural (MFMM)

Answers 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 20,319
2 Ratings (3.5)
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Dawn Holiday strode through the front door of Answers Spa, her heels clicking loudly like a staccato back beat to the sound of the wheels of her overnight case rolling on the terra-cotta-toned tile floor of the entry hall.

She slid her sunglasses from her face and tucked them into her large Coach purse, which was slung over her left shoulder. She jerked her head slightly, slinging her blonde tresses back over her shoulder, and held her chin high. Like a woman on a mission, Dawn was hell-bent on getting this weekend retreat started. “Hello?” she called, passing a sitting room on her left and continuing down the hall. “Is anyone here?” She was early, but that was no matter. In her mind, being early was being on time. If she was on time, she was late. That philosophy had served her well in landing the job of executive secretary for one of the moguls on the Strip, even though she was only twenty-five and had little experience. Just because she had inherited more money than she could ever need didn’t mean she didn’t want to have a career. That was why she worked, and she was good at what she did. Dawn was a determined girl, and she was here now at Answers to get some experience in another realm. A sensual one.

A door opened on her right, and a nice-looking, Latino man stepped into the hall. “Can I help you?” he asked, looking up at her.

Dawn stopped and gave him a half-smile. At five foot nine, wearing three-inch heels, she towered over him. “I’m Dawn Holiday, and I’ve got a reservation for this weekend. And you are?”

He wasn’t really short by any means, maybe five foot six or so, but still he had to tilt his head back a bit to meet her eyes. “Welcome, Miss Holiday. I’m Billy Deleon. I’m sorry our regular head of operations isn’t here at the moment, but Adam has the weekend off.” He reached for her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing it lightly. “I’m very happy to meet you, and I can lead you where you need to go. If you’ll follow me, we’ll get you settled right in for your weekend retreat. Here, let me take your case.” He reached for the handle of her overnight bag and drew it toward him.

She tilted her head slightly. “Will you be one of my counselors, Mister Deleon?” He wasn’t really her type, but he was interesting. Dark hair and dark eyes, his skin was the color of creamy coffee. He would be a delightful difference if she spent any quality time with him.

His dark eyes glittered. “I’m afraid not, Miss Holiday. I’m not scheduled for your sessions, but I assure you, the counselors who are assigned to you will be very knowledgeable. Come, we will get you started.” He turned and walked down the hall, beckoning to her while he looked over his shoulder.

Dawn ran a hand down her powder-blue skirt then shifted her purse on her shoulder and followed him deeper into the building. “How large is this complex?” she asked when they turned left and entered another hallway. She thought she saw at least six doors that would open off this hall.

Billy Deleon turned right, leading her into yet another hall. “It is quite large. We’ve recently added on to the complex due to the increase in clientele. We can accommodate twelve clients at any one time, and we have multiple areas for counseling sessions. Here we are,” he said, stopping in front of a set of double doors on her left.

When he opened the doors and stepped inside, Dawn smiled. She entered the suite, glad she had booked one of the more expensive ones. It was beautiful and would suit her perfectly. “Very good,” she said, walking into the suite with long strides. She dropped her purse on the table that sat against the back of a long, pure white couch. She moved toward the floor-to-ceiling windows directly across from the couch and looked out at the barren desert beyond. “You said you could accommodate up to twelve clients, but I didn’t see anyone else when I arrived or while you were bringing me to my room. Am I the only one here?” She turned to look at him, crossing her arms beneath her breasts.

He rolled her case into the room and moved toward a doorway on her left. “No, we have others here. Most of our clientele like to enjoy seclusion during their stay. With what we do here, I’m sure you understand the need for privacy.” He nodded at her and gave her a cheeky wink. “I’ll just place this in your room for you. Please, make yourself at home.” Then he ducked through the doorway into the other room.

Dawn sighed and looked around the room while she waited for him to return. She figured the room he had disappeared into was the bedroom. She was standing in the living room and noted an open doorway on her left and also a door that was closed. She walked toward the open doorway and peeked into a small kitchen. There was a table that seated two and a fridge, stove, and dishwasher. It would do for a weekend, but she wasn’t planning on doing any cooking. She moved to the closed door, wondering what could be behind it. She tried the doorknob, but it was locked. Frowning, she couldn’t fathom any reason for them to lock her out of one of the rooms she had rented.

“I’m sorry, but you’ll need to talk to your counselors before you enter that particular room,” Billy said, coming back into the living room.

She turned toward him. “Why? Is there something behind it I’m not allowed to see?”




He smiled a warm, inviting smile and placed his hand on her back. “I can tell you like to be in control of things. This time, let us take you places you’ve never been. I noticed in your questionnaire you wrote that you wanted to be taken out of your comfort zone. We’ll definitely do that and more. So, let’s get started with your therapy and see how far we can go today. And later, another of our counselors will join us. His name is Micah London, and he’s very in depth when it comes to therapy.”

Three? There were going to be three of them? Dawn felt a little twinge of nervousness invade her thoughts. She hoped they lived up to their promise to stop if she said her safe word. “Well,” she said, “I’m here to find out what my limits are, so that’s what I’d like you to do—push me to my limit.”

“We will, Dawn,” he said, sliding his hand down her back and lower, caressing the globe of her ass. “I’ll push you to the edge and then some.”

“Come inside, Dawn,” Hunter said, tugging at her arm. He flicked on the light switch, and the room was bathed in glowing red light.

Dawn blinked, trying to get her bearings as she stepped into the dimly lit room. “This has a really different feeling than the rest of the spa,” she said, noticing the walls were painted some dark color that was hard to tell what it was in this lighting. The lights were recessed into the ceiling, washing them all in a rosy glow. “It’s edgy in here. Why aren’t there any windows?”

“Oh, there are windows, but we like to keep things private in here. Unless the client wants to reveal themselves to the outside. If there comes a time when you’d like an audience, we can arrange it.” Wilder rubbed his hand over her back in a circular motion. It felt very soothing, calming in fact.

Hunter moved away from them, into the room. “We’ve got an assortment of equipment that we’ll put to use, but first, we’re going to ease you into this.” He stopped in front of what looked like a closet and slid the door open. “I want to assure you that anything that happens here at Answers will be kept confidential. We won’t reveal your desires, but you can, if you decide to.” He took the bottom of his polo shirt and pulled the shirt off over his head, revealing a flat stomach. “We’ve also all been tested for all communicable diseases, as you have as a requirement of your scheduled retreat.” He moved toward her, and once close enough, he slid one hand beneath her hair to the nape of her neck. “I don’t mean to be so formal, but we need to get that out of the way before we begin.” He was an inch from her face, so close she could feel his warm breath waft over her lips. “Once we start, I don’t want any distractions. I only want you to feel, not think.”

He was so close and so sexy. She wanted him to kiss her. Though she wasn’t normally the type of woman who jumped into bed with a man as soon as she met him, her reason for coming here was to experience sex in a new and unusual way. Her confidence reared its head, in spite of the handcuffs. “Then make me feel something wild,” she whispered. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his.

He smiled beneath her assault, pressing her to him.

Dawn parted her lips and ran her tongue over his. He tasted slightly of cinnamon, warm and spicy. Hunter responded by invading her mouth with his tongue, deepening the kiss. He held her head with both hands now and devoured her mouth.

She could feel Wilder pressing in from behind her. Wilder ran his hands over her ass, pulling her skirt up in the bargain. He took hold of the handcuffs and raised them higher on her back, using the small center chain linking them together. “You’re usually the aggressive one when it comes to sex,” Wilder whispered in her ear. “I can tell by the way you act, but this time, you will be submissive.” He held her shackled hands in the center of her back with one hand while the other worked at the zipper of her skirt at her hip.

Dawn sucked at Hunter’s tongue, her body coming alive beneath the attention of these two men. Her nipples tingled when Hunter tangled his hands in her hair, tightening his hold on her. He groaned into her mouth, his tongue lashing hers.

She felt her skirt slide down her legs to the floor. Wilder tapped her left foot with his own, signaling for her to lift it. She did, balancing on one high heel while he bent over and removed it from her ankles. That left her standing there wearing a thong, her lace bra, and silk blouse. She lifted her foot again to kick off her shoe, then the other. Shrugging her shoulders, she clenched her hands. She wanted to touch Hunter, to run her fingers through his long hair. She couldn’t do it with her hands cuffed behind her back. Groaning with need, she struggled against the cuffs.

“Ah, ah,” Wilder said from behind. “Don’t be a bad girl, now.” He ran his hand over the curve of the cheek of her ass, bare to him except for the thin strand of her thong running down the cleft of it. “Beautiful,” he said.

The heat from his hand and the assault on her mouth by his brother caused her pussy to cream. Hunter released her from his kisses, still holding her head while he looked into her eyes. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice tight.

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