[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, spanking, paddling, sex toys, HEA]
Kyra Hansen is on the run. After eight years trapped as a slave, she's finally free. The last thing she expects is to be rescued from a tornado by two men who turn out to be human angels.
Carter Jackson and Finn Miller are a M/s couple, but long to add a woman to their family. Finding Kyra sends their protective instincts into overdrive. After hearing her, they take her under command, needing to help her overcome herself and grow into an independent, free-thinking woman.
Will she be able to adjust to their Master/slave relationship and come to love them? Or will she run into the world where her former Master's jerk of a brother is on the loose and looking to finish the job he had begun before her escape? Will Kyra be able to love two men after the ordeal she has survived?
A Siren Erotic Romance
"This story slammed my psyche and heart right off the bat. Then, there is such a gentle recovery and mending as to have me loving all three main characters. So I’m first dropped to the mat and then lifted onto a cloud. I really liked that. Oh, and this naturally all happens in Loving, Kansas. I checked, there are no cities or towns in the US named ‘Loving’ but why not? Kyra Hansen is a survivor. Abandoned, subjugated and beaten up, she bops her deceased Master’s brother on his head and scurries away to save her skin. While she is walking through a night tornado scenario, two rather special guys rescue her. She now has the chance to recover and soar. I loved her! Carter Jackson is the Master and he certainly is. I cannot say for certain if he is practicing a Midwest version of domination, but he knows what he wants and he is definitely the one in control. He deftly loves and punishes as he practices his relationship craft…a most curious, fascinating, and sexually impressive guy. I think I might be a Dominant, so Carter and I would go toe to toe. That would be extremely delightful or possibly devastating! Finn Miller is Carter’s slave affectionately called ‘pup’. He is a major darling and another hot dude. This trio was exciting and heart-rendering in their differences and similarities. I prayed to any angelic presence I could think of that they would become a loving trio. I would take the time and effort to plop my butt in Loving, Kansas and follow these three through their remarkable recovery and enlightenment. Do check out this good read!" -- jj, Rainbow Book Reviews
When the road began to lighten behind her from a car’s headlights, she did as she had done before, moving farther off the road into the brush. Though being killed might solve all her problems, she was not in the mood to die tonight.
This vehicle did not zoom by as few others had. Instead, it pulled off the road, keeping her illuminated in its headlights. Then the engine died though the headlights remained on, lighting her way.
She kept walking, not sure what else she should do. Master had told her several times the last few months that he was looking for a new Master for her, a younger Master who would be able to do all the things for her that he could not. But now that she was alone, what was she to do? Who could she trust?
“Miss? Please stop. We need to talk to you.”
The voice was deep, concerned, and strangely gentle, touching something inside her. Kyra shivered in response to the caring she heard. She could not remember anyone ever talking to her like that. Master grunted orders in his Army drill-instructor tone, and the only other person she had talked to in the last years, his brother, had a whiney, demanding, acidy tone that cut through her like liquid fire. The hateful voice had gone well with a hard right hook that had caused her so much pain just hours earlier.
She did not respond. She just kept putting one foot in front of the other.
At that moment, the sound of the wind grew loud enough to drown out all other sounds. She thought the man said something else, but she could not hear him. She screamed when hard hands grabbed her. In the next instant, she was facedown in the roadside ditch with something heavy on top of her, surrounding her, holding her down when she began to fight for her freedom.
“Hold very still and pray we make it through this tornado without being blown to Oz or beyond,” the same deep voice said. This time his voice was stern and filled with the same kind of power Master at his most powerful had used.
She heard him over the roaring wind because his lips were touching her ear as he spoke. More shivers raced through her. Not from the cold air and rain, but from a heat that seemed to spring to life deep inside her. A heat she had never felt before.
That was when she figured out what was going on around them. A nighttime tornado, one of the most deadly weather occurrences that could hit the area, was nearly on top of them. This was the first time she had ever been out in one. She had grown up in central Pennsylvania where tornados never happened. Since living in Kansas, whenever warnings were issued, Master sent her to the storm cellar until the all clear was given. Sometimes he joined her, but other times he would ride out the storm in the barn.
Kyra moved her head in a small up-and-down motion to indicate she understood their situation. She did not move a muscle even though a rock dug painfully into her bruised left hip where Master’s brother had landed a kick during the beat-down he had given her. At the same time, something long, hard, and tubular pressed into her left ass cheek.
She began to pray, but not having been to church since her mother’s funeral, she could not recall an appropriate prayer to keep tornadoes away, so she ran through the prayers she did remember. As she repeated the Lord’s Prayer, her childhood “Now I lay me down to sleep” prayer, and the blessing she and her mother used to say every night before eating, Kyra lost track of time.
Finally, the wind began to lessen. The sound that drowned out everything else slowly retreated as if someone was slowly turning down the volume on a stereo that had been blasting. But whatever was holding her down did not move.
Though she wanted to roll off the rock she was lying upon, Kyra remained still, afraid of what the man might do. Direct disobedience to Master’s orders always earned a swift, harsh punishment. After her encounter this morning with Master’s brother, she had no desire to incur anyone else’s wrath anytime soon.
The weight finally moved off her in two parts, first from her right side and then her left. She remained facedown in the grass and rocks holding as still as she could, afraid to move.
“Oh, shit, did we kill her?” a second voice asked. This one was almost a deep as the first voice, but softer, gentler, and clearly concerned. So, there had been two men lying over her, protecting her from the tornado. No wonder she had not felt anything except warmth and an unfamiliar tingle that radiated through her body from between her legs.
“It’s okay, little one, you can get up now.” The deep voice was back.
Though she wanted to, she could not move. Fear of the unknown held her trapped in its grip. She was unable to roll over and look at the men who had just saved her life.
When hands gently rolling her over, she stiffened but did not fight them. She did sigh with relief when the pain of the rock pressing into her bruised hip eased.
“Open your eyes, little one. Look at me,” the deeper voice ordered.
Though tone was gentle, she recognized the same thread of power that Master had in his voice. It was the tone that told her he would not be defied without consequences.
Question was, did she want to find out his idea of consequences?
“Touch me, kitten,” he moaned into her mouth, his hips arching up.
She stroked the pad of her thumb across his slit, feeling wetness coat it, which she spread around the head. Then she traced down the underside, following the thick vein from tip to base. Moving her fingers down even further, she thoroughly explored his balls before returning back up his body the same way she had come down. His hips shifted under the touch, and the sounds he made sent her own need even higher.
Breaking the kiss, she panted, “Fuck me, Sir. Please, make me yours.”
“My pleasure, kitten,” he returned.
He gave her one more smacking kiss before flipping their positions so she lay on her back. She frowned when he moved away but watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he sheathed his long, thick cock in a condom before returning to lean over her.
He stroked and kissed his way down her body then pulled her legs apart and moved to kneel between them. One finger fucked in and out of her pussy, giving her a small taste of what was to come.
“If you need me to stop at any time, all you have to do is say the word ‘red’ and everything stops so we can talk.”
“Yes, Sir,” she panted, writhing on the mattress to try and move closer so she could impale herself on cock that was brushing up and down between her legs. “Please, please, I need…”
Carter’s eyes glowed like melted dark chocolate as he pushed her knees to her chest and to the side. Kyra watched as he knelt and ran a palm up and down the center of her body from slit to collarbone and back again. He took his cock in one hand and traced the head up and down between her labia. She gasped and panted for air as he circled her clit several times before batting the knotted flesh left and right and then up and down, sending fire ripping through her.
“Pleeeeease,” she cried again, reaching up to him, but not able to reach him in this position.
In response, he stroked his cock further down until he reached her pussy entrance. Instead of surging in, he pushed just the tip into her channel before stilling. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice deep and gruff and concerned.
“Oh, yes, please, Sir.”
“Very well, but we’ll do things my way, slow and easy,” he said with a smile that sent a tiny shiver of trepidation through Kyra.
He pushed a little deeper into her pussy before pulling out again. But he did not leave her empty long. “Deep breaths,” he ordered gently.
She tried to slow her breathing but continued breathing fast and hard. He pressed forward slow and steady, not stopping until she felt the hairs that surrounded the root of his cock tickle the skin around her entrance. Unable to remain still, Kyra began to hunch her hips, trying to move up and down the thick shaft that filled her.
Carter chuckled as he reached down and held her hips still. “One of the first lessons a good submissive must learn is that it is their Master’s pleasure to give them what they want, what they need, but only when the Master feels they deserve it.”
He slowly pulled out and then surged in again. On his second long stroke, a firestorm began deep in her pelvis. Carter continued moving in and out, slow and easy. Pulling her feet up to rest on his shoulders, he kissed and licked the arch of one foot and then the other. The tickling sent her into a fit of the giggles even though she could barely breathe. The change of angle caused him to rub against a spot that sent her soaring even closer to her peak.
Carter leaned forward, pressing her now-straight legs closer to her chest. This stretched muscles and tendons in her hips in a painful way that also felt so good and shot her right to the edge. Planting a hand on the bed on either side of her waist, he began to piston in and out, faster and harder with each stroke.
He then reached between her legs and pressed against her clit as his thrusts grew uncoordinated and urgent. “Now, kitten. Come now,” he ordered.
She screamed as her orgasm exploded deep in her pelvis before shooting out to her fingers and toes. At the same time, her pussy heated further as Carter came, filling the thin sheath of latex separating them with his seed. When he collapsed down over her, she welcomed his weight and wrapped her arms around his back to hold him as they melted together.
“Damn, that was beautiful.” Finn’s voice pierced the sexual bubble that had encompassed the bed.
Though she had just come, by the time her breathing slowed to normal, her hips started moving again, needing something more.
“Gear up, pup,” Carter panted as he rolled off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. “Then on the bed, face up and hands to the headboard.”