[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, sex toys, HEA]
Two years ago, Lace Santeen was left scarred both physically and psychologically. Becoming a recluse, she designs BDSM wear and sells almost exclusively online. She reluctantly agrees to take part in Club Esoteria’s first fetish convention. The last thing she expects is to fall for the men Mistress Whitney sends to bring her to the club.
Raven and Hawk Woolphe are instantly smitten with the woman covered from neckline to ankles and vow to uncover her secrets. In order to protect her at the club from other Doms, they put their collar on her then find that they like to submit to her will as much as they like bending her to theirs.
When the weekend is over, will they still want her? Or will she return to her solitary existence? Will they continue to want to share dominant and submissive duties with her?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 STARS: "Their Sub, Their Mistress is much better written than it is titled. This little novella is Club Esoteria #10 and an excellent addition to the series. Lacy has been hiding from the world since she was attacked two years ago and her scars terrified people. She hasn’t been able to look in a mirror since. Her friends Jenna and Whitney convince her to exhibit her exotic underwear at a Club Esoteria convention and send Hawk and Raven Wolphe to pick her up. They quickly start falling for the beautiful but vulnerable woman and decide to help her over her fears. Once she realizes she isn’t a monster, and the scars are now faint white lines, she decides she needs to take some time for herself to heal totally before giving herself to the two brothers. Will they be willing to wait for her to come to terms with what happened? I really liked Hawk and Raven. While they were definite Doms, they were the caring kind who could not pass up the chance to heal someone in pain. Sexy and willing to do whatever it takes to let Lacy accept herself again, they are two of the good guys. Watching Lacy turn from a terrified introvert who never left her house to a sexy, strong woman was satisfying. While I would have loved to have seen this be a little longer, it was a satisfying, feel good read. It features some really hot sex scenes, some light BDSM and two of the sexiest Doms I’ve read about in a while." -- Shadow, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
Lace gasped at the way her body was responding to the soft, deep, powerful voice Raven used. Her nipples tightened in her bra, and her pussy clenched as a nearly forgotten heat began deep in her pelvis.
“I don’t think I can do this,” she whispered, pulling her hands into the cloak and fisting them as they pressed against the giant balloon that was taking her breath away. “Why don’t we just forget this whole thing?”
When a man stepped in front of her, she dropped her gaze. When she realized she was staring at the zipper of his jeans, she dropped her head forward to hide her face, damning herself for pulling her hair up so it would not get all staticky from the cloak’s hood.
A hand came up to cup her chin and then lift it until she was looking up into a pair of eyes so dark brown they looked black. He was wet from the storm, but that did little to detract from his looks. His bronzed skin, full lips, and high cheekbones spoke of a Native American ancestry as did the straight black hair that he wore pulled back. This was Hawk. Raven’s hair was loose, falling down his chest and making her fingers itch to see if it was as soft and silky as it looked.
The air around them had turned electric, or maybe that was just the storm that had been raging since before dawn. There was also an air of dominance swirling around her as these two surrounded her like the early morning mist did when she walked down to the creek that ran across the back of her property.
Hawk just kept looking at her, making her feel more and more uncomfortable. Finally she tried to step back in order to pull away from his hand under her chin. But Raven did not move and stopped her as if she had backed into a wall.
“You are the most beautiful thing I had ever seen,” Hawk finally said, holding her head steady so she could see his eyes heat with what she could only describe as lust.
“No, I’m not,” she whispered. “I’m ugly and scare small children.”
She jumped and squealed when a hard hand smacked her ass hard through the cloak.
“Little one, we don’t lie, and Hawk is right. You are exquisite. Now take off your cloak so we can see how sexy the rest of you is. Then we’ll pack up and head to the club,” Raven said softly in her ear, his voice deep and growly.
Something about these two men slid past her guard and laid waste to her fear of being seen. As if her hands were not her own, Lace brought her hands up to the base of her throat and slid the large gold button through its hole. She opened the cloak and pushed it off her shoulders.
When Hawk stepped back and his gaze dropped to her body, she took a slow breath while fighting down an urge to run to her room and hide. She heard Raven move away and heard the rustling of her cloak. Turning her head, she watched as he hung it from one of the big hooks on the back of the door. Then he, too, looked her up and down.
“Hmmm, we’ll have to do something about this outfit when we get to the club,” Raven said as he took in the lightweight denim dress that was at least two sizes too big and covered her from chin to ankles. The buttons ran from neckline to hem, and except for the very top one, they were all fastened.
“Dragonfly, we know you are scared. Taurus said you haven’t been away from here in two years. Is that right?” Hawk said as he stepped closer once again, drawing her attention so she could read the disgust in his expression.
Lace nodded as she licked her suddenly dry lips and whispered, “Yes. Not since I came home from the hospital two years ago.”
“This weekend there will be a lot of people, a lot of strangers, at the convention.”
Lace nodded again but did not respond as fear fought the arousal for her attention.
“Would you be interested in letting us protect you if need be?”
His question shocked her and aroused her at the same time. She felt her pussy overflow and her nipples press hard against her lacy bra. She thought about it for a moment, her gut telling her she could trust these men. Slowly, her head moved up and down.
“Does this make me your submissive?”
“Would you like to be?” Hawk asked, his voice soft and deep, sending heat and tingles through her body.
When faced with the question, Lace froze. She shrugged and dropped her gaze from his. “I don’t know.”
“Would you be our submissive for the next oh, say fifteen minutes?” Raven said, moving in behind her until she could feel the heat of his body through the few bits of clothing she still wore.
When she did not answer right away, he started counting down again. “Five…four…three…”
This time her “yes” came out at the same moment he said “two.”
“Give me your thong,” Raven said, resting an arm over her shoulder and holding his hand out in front of her.
She began to tremble with the need that was filling her from nipples to clit to cunt and even to her heart. Bending over, she stripped off the satin thong. When she straightened, she wobbled once more before both men grabbed her arms to steady her. After regaining her balance, she balled up the wet material and set it in the center of his palm.
“And what do I call you?”
“How about we make it easy on you and keep your mouth busy with something other than talking,” Hawk said, stepping closer until his front brushed against hers, before he leaned down and kissed her.
Lace moaned and arched into him a little harder as what felt like a thick length of pipe pressed into her hip. A moment later, Raven pressed his erection into the valley between the globes of her ass.
Before she could react, a bell rang. The men stepped back, leaving her standing on knees that threatened to buckle at any second. Taking a deep breath, she stiffened them as each man took a hand and led her through the open doors into the elevator.
“What would you like to do first?” Raven turned her to face him. Hawk’s hands came up to cup her tits as he pulled her back to lean her weight against him.
“Come,” she answered, her need for release filling every corner of her brain.
Raven’s smile turned feral. “Oh, don’t worry, darlin’, you’ll come. And come. And come again before we’re done with you. But right now I want to feel that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.”
Lace sighed and her eyes slid closed as Hawk uncovered her tits and took the stiff nipples between first fingers and thumbs. He plucked them, rolled them, and played with them in a way that sent her soaring so close to the edge of Nirvana she could nearly touch the orgasm that was bubbling inside her. Her hips began to cant forward and back as her need to come grew. Before she could launch over the edge, Hawk lifted his hands from her chest.
“On your knees, dragonfly. Suck Raven’s cock,” he said when she moaned a denial.
With his help, she knelt and was thankful there was deep, soft carpet on the elevator floor. She looked up into Raven’s eyes as she reached up and unbuckled his belt and then worked to open his jeans.
After they were open, she took hold of the fabric and pulled them down several inches, finding he wore nothing underneath them. The thought of making him a pair of black satin boxers flashed through her mind as his cock fell out and hit her nose. She giggled as she leaned back slightly and turned her attention to the engorged length. It was longer and thicker and more beautiful than any cock she had ever seen before. The bulbous head was a deep, deep red. The rest of his length was a burnished tan a shade or two lighter than his hands and face, with veins tracing up its length.
Looking up into his eyes, she slowly licked her lips. Then she extended her tongue and dragged it across the tip, tasting the pre-cum that dampened the head of his cock. He tasted tangy and salty with a musky flavor that seemed to fit his fiery personality. Parting her lips farther, she took the head into her mouth. She sucked gently as she swirled her tongue around the head, smiling as his hands gripped her shoulders and he made sounds of hunger and happiness.
Lace took him deeper and deeper, sucking and laving every inch she could fit in her mouth without choking. Wrapping the fingers of one hand around the base, she began to bob up and down on his length as her other hand came up and cupped his balls, earning a soft curse as his hips began to move back and forth, fucking her mouth.
The bell dinged and doors beside them slid open, but Lace did not care. She was busy giving pleasure to the man who had ripped away the cloak of fear and loneliness she had wrapped herself in just as easily as he had the velvet cloak she had worn when opening the front door of her house. Her stomach clenched for a second as they began to descend again.
She heard clothing rustling, but did not pay attention to what Hawk was doing as Raven began to massage her shoulders as he made noises from deep in his chest that told her he was about to come. In the next few seconds, his fingers tightened on her shoulders to the point she knew there would be bruises later. Then his hips jerked forward several times before he filled her mouth with his seed.
She had barely swallowed it down when Raven backed up, pulling from her mouth. At the same time, Hawk pushed her forward and lifted her hips, positioning her on all fours. In the next heartbeat, his long, thick cock parted the lips of her labia and slid forcefully into her cunt, filling her more completely than she ever had been before.
“Oh, shit,” she moaned as he wrapped his hands around her hips and kept her from moving. “So big.”