[Siren Menage Everlasting: Contemporary Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois Romance, MMF, with MM elements, paddling, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Simone Kinsella is devastated when she arrives in England from Florida and discovers that her ailing father has been duped and left destitute. Convinced that hedge fund managers Joey Cadell and Saul Holden are the con men responsible, Simone confronts them, reluctant to accept that they’re fallen victim to a convincing fraudster, too.
Magnets for fortune-seekers, the guys find release in the sex games played with each other. When Simone bursts into their lives, angry and unimpressed by their material possessions, both men wonder if she be the female they’d given up hope of ever finding.
They persuade Simone to move in with them while they try to track the fraudster down. Will they succeed before Joey’s business is subjected to sanctions by Trading Standards? More to the point, will Simone be disgusted when she learns of their sexual predilections, or can they persuade her to join in…
Zara Chase is a Siren-exclusive author.
Joey gave Saul a curt nod, and he disappeared through the door to his private domain. He knew what he had to do.
“Come with me, Simone,” he said, opening the door to his own office so that she could step through it ahead of him, “and we’ll sort this misunderstanding out.”
“There’s no misunderstanding, Mr. Cadell. I know what you did.”
Nevertheless, she walked in. He watched her as she took in her surroundings and tried to see his room through her eyes. The large glass desk that contained only a computer monitor and keyboard. The bank of television screens mounted against the wall so that he could keep up with market trends. The books that he referred to now and then to brush up on a particular investment scheme—mostly redundant now all that information was available at the touch of a button. A few valuable pieces of artwork decorating the walls and a couple of surfaces. The Turkish rugs covering the wood floor.
The icing on the cake was the floor-to-ceiling windows along one wall that looked out onto the pool and the extensive grounds beyond. A view that never failed to inspire, reminding Joey of how far he’d come, using his God-given talent and putting faith in his instincts. Joey had worked hard to achieve success, proving something important to himself in the process, and wasn’t about to apologize for enjoying the fruits of his labors.
Simone’s eyes widened as the scope of his achievements were brought home to her, and Joey sensed her struggle to remain unimpressed.
“Have a seat,” he said, indicating the one across from his desk and taking his own chair behind it. It would definitely be safer to keep a barrier between them, he decided. “Now what’s this all about?”
She stuck her pert little chin in the air. “As though you didn’t know.”
Joey wanted to tell her that speaking to him so disrespectfully would ordinarily earn her a sore backside. But he could see that she was seriously upset about something and believed he was actually responsible for her father’s lost income. Before he could respond, his computer pinged and a picture of Simone appeared on the screen. Saul had worked quickly, running the facial recognition program they’d installed by using a picture taken of Simone by the concealed camera in reception. There were concealed cameras in other parts of the house, too. Joey found himself wishing that Simone would feature on those, as well.
He forced himself to concentrate upon the business in hand and Simone’s resume as Saul posted it on his screen. A journalist. He felt disappointed but unsurprised. She wouldn’t be the first to have inveigled her way in here in the hope of digging dirt on him. The British resented successful self-made men, but Joey had thought Americans more liberally-minded in that regard. The land of opportunity, and all that. He had to hand it to Simone. Her righteous indignation about their supposed mistreatment of her father was an enterprising ploy guaranteed to garner his attention.
He glanced at a message from Saul that popped up on his screen. “Don’t let on you know who she is.” Joey hadn’t planned to—at least not yet. “Concentrate, lover. I know you wanna fuck her.” Saul had got that right. His cock caused him severe pain every time he glanced at her tits encased in pretty pink lace, clearly visible through the thin fabric of her sweater. But then, Joey reasoned, that was likely a deliberate attempt to distract him. It was working. “You think she’s a player?” Joey didn’t, but he’d be willing to train her. “I think this might have something to do with our clone. If she’s right and her father thought he’d invested with us…”
Joey agreed. He closed down the message window and gave Simone his full attention.
“Let’s start again,” he said briskly. “I thought I had an appointment with Mr. Simon Kinsella.”
“Your receptionist didn’t query my turning up, so that won’t wash,” she replied belligerently.
“You can go and ask her if you like, but I’m betting she simply had S. Kinsella down in her diary. That’s you, right?” Simone conceded the point with a reluctant nod. “I did my research when Kinsella asked for an appointment. I found out that he’s now retired but made a name for himself as a lecturer at Sussex University in American political history. He’s written several books on the subject and enjoys a good reputation within the academic community. His wife, your mother presumably, was English.”
“Right. She died five years ago. Your father’s been on his own ever since and was looking for investment opportunities.”
She leaned forward, eyes blazing with anger. “Cut the crap, Mr. Cadell! My father is in residential care with Alzheimer’s. He has trouble remembering his own name, as well you know.”
“You may look at us,” Joey told her, as he broke the kiss, aware that she hadn’t been able to take her eyes off them. He produced lube, rubbed it into Joey’s nipples, and then attached strong clover clamps, fastening the central chain to the front of his collar. “Put your head back.”
Saul did, and the clamps pulled hard on his nipples, stretching them taut. Simone gasped.
“How does that feel?” Joey asked.
Simone swallowed but managed not to speak.
With Saul on his feet, Joey strapped him into a harness of his own design that cut tightly between his legs with a sac to accommodate his heavy balls. Another strap attached to the back of his collar, effectively trussing him up, but for his cock, which jutted through the hole provided for it.
“Sit,” Joey ordered.
Saul did so, causing all the straps to tighten and increase the pressure on his most sensitive places.
“Lay across Saul’s lap with your tits dangling free on one side of his thigh,” Joey ordered crisply.
To her credit, Simone merely paused to moisten her lips before doing it. Joey knelt behind her and ran his lips over her smooth buttocks, exploring, getting a feel for her. He slipped a couple of fingers briefly into her dripping cunt, just to make sure that she was as turned on as she appeared to be, then removed them again.
“I am going to slap your buttocks hard with the flat of my hand,” he told her, “and it will give Saul and me an inordinate amount of pleasure if you take it well.” He placed the flat of his hand on her behind and felt her trembling. “Relax, darling. You want to please me. I know you do. And you might just find that your desire to do so gives you pleasure, too. Hell, I’ll be failing in my duty of care if it doesn’t.”
“Yes, Sir,” came the muffled reply from beneath the curtain of her hair.
“Breathe in deeply and relax,” he said, bringing his hand down softly. She flinched. Of course she did. She was new to this and expected it to hurt. “Now, breath out and tell me what you feel.”
“I’ll take that as, ‘I felt a tingling, Sir.’”
“Yes, Sir. That’s what I meant to say.”
He repeated the process several times. On each occasion she tensed her muscles a little less, smart enough to accept that the greater the pain, the bigger the reward, just so long as she allowed her body to express itself. After each spank he rewarded her with either a few fingers in her cunt, or a tantalizing brush against her clit—a similar carrot and stick approach to the one used on him when he’d been a novice sub himself. Saul, at a nod from Joey, distracted her by pinching one of her nipples. Once he’d secured her attention, Joey slapped her backside a little harder. It now looked pink and so darned pretty that he felt his control waver. He reached down for the butt plug that he’d gotten ready and held it in one hand. With the other he slipped several fingers into her cunt again, also agitating her clit with the edge of his thumb. She gasped and wriggled around on Saul’s thighs.
“A reward for being a good girl,” Joey said in a throaty drawl as he lubed his fingers and slid one into her anus. She immediately tensed up. “Let me in,” he whispered, hardening his voice into one that few people could defy. “You don’t wanna displease me, sweetheart. Just relax and let me educate you.”
He sensed her struggling to do as he asked and this time his finger found its way in—just barely. He rewarded her by sucking at one of her buttocks, then removed his finger and slipped the plug in a little way. She fought against it at first, then remembered to relax. He smiled up at Saul when it slid all the way home. Talk about an eager student!
“How does that feel?”
“Strange, Sir, but in a good way.”
“It’s a butt plug,” he told her. “Anal sex feels even better, trust me.”
He pulled her to her feet and ordered Saul to lay on the bed. Joey cuffed his hands to a chain suspended from the headboard, stretching his arms behind him. Then he released the strap around his scrotum and slipped a cock and ball ring into place.
“Time to have some fun,” he told his mate. “Simone, go and straddle Saul. He’s gonna fuck you now with that huge cock of his, which is what you’ve wanted all along, isn’t it?”
She licked her lips, making Joey smile. “Yes, Sir.”
“The thing I just put on him is a cock ring, which will keep him erect for longer, so that you’ll have all the fun you deserve.”
She dutifully climbed onto the bed, awkward on a mattress that swayed as she moved and the water moved with her. Once she was in position, knees either side of Saul’s chest, she glanced over her shoulder at Joey, looking for instruction.
“Just one thing missing,” he said, reaching for a blindfold and fixing it over her eyes. “I’m taking away your vision, Simone, which will enhance your other senses because you won’t be able to rely on your eyes to warn you what’s happening. Okay, let’s get this party started.” He took one of her hands and closed it around Saul’s already throbbing shaft. “I don’t reckon that’ll be enough for a needy little witch like you. Make him bigger, darlin’, so he can service you right.”