[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Contemporary Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M/M, bondage, sex toys]
Tiffany North, a hot but jaded vice cop, is assigned to entrap three hunky men at a fantasy resort suspected of prostitution. She’ll do anything to solve her case, including posing naked. She’s shocked when her decision-making process is shot to hell by the very men targeted in her sting operation.
Trent Lawton, a disenchanted lawyer who’s been to hell and back, is one of the suspects. He can’t afford to break the resort rules of no sex with the tempting new client. His brother, Dominic, knows how to get women to do his bidding, but he too won’t risk losing the cushy job.
Tempted beyond limits, the brothers recruit their cop cousin, Brandon, to take the little vixen out of her comfort zone. Can the three men discover her hidden agenda before she’s able to lure them all to the dark side?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Melody S. Monroe is a Siren-exclusive author.
- Barefoot Okie
Her skin prickled as the two men approached the bed. Dom stood over her. “You are incredible. I’m sorry you decided to cut short your stay at the resort, but, man, am I happy we can finally make love to you without losing our jobs.”
She couldn’t believe she’d be able to touch them, savor their fabulous bodies, enjoy having their hands all over her. “Me, too.”
Wait a minute. Could she really make love to all three? Even if all of the men were gung ho about the idea, she’d be cheating on two of them, right? It didn’t matter they were all related. Blood or not, they’d get jealous. And what about when she learned to like one more than the other? Could she, in all good conscience, make love to them equally?
Trent sat on the bed next to her and placed her hand in his. “Babe, this is a big step, but I promise we’ll make it good for you. I can see from the way your brows are pinched you’re having doubts. It’s natural.” He glanced at Brandon. “Tell her.”
Brandon scooted closer. “We all care about you. You have the right amount of aggression mixed with a wonderful heart. You love to flirt and are such a free spirit we can feel your excitement about life. We all want that in a woman. There’s nothing wrong with three men caring for one amazing lady.”
She glanced to Dom. He said nothing, but the grin on his face and the big hard-on told her they were all fine with sharing. “Okay, but I’m not sure how much I can handle. I’ll give it a try though.”
Brandon turned to the men. “We have to wait until she’s stretched out. We’d tear her to shreds if we tried to come in the back door. We’ll have to be content with exploring her sweet pussy tonight.” He held up a finger. “But in a couple of days, watch out.” He grinned and her heart nearly cracked from wanting him.
She should be embarrassed having two watch her while she had sex with the third, but with these men, it seemed right, comfortable even.
She moved her gaze from Dom to Trent to Brandon. Each was so different, yet they had a gentleness mixed with a certain level of control that appealed to her. Trent was kind, Dom more aggressive and Brandon was a combination of both. If he really was a cop, it would explain why she related to him so quickly.
Dom turned to Brandon. “Is she ready?”
Brandon had spent a long time playing with her, teasing her, and setting every nub on fire with that damned sensitizing cream. Yes, she was ready.
He shook his head. “Far from it.”
“What? I am too. I’m so wet I’ve almost drenched the bedspread.”
Before she got to prove her point, Trent leaned over and ran a thumb down her pubes and slid his finger across her wet slit. “Hmm. Definitely moist, but I’m thinking she needs more time to mature. I want her desperate for us and oh so willing to do anything we ask.”
“I am willing to do anything you ask.” Play hard to get. Right. With these three that wasn’t going to happen. Ever. “What can I do to convince you I need you right now?” She pulled on both nipples, extending them for their perusal. When none of them made a move, she slid a finger into her wetness and plucked it out. “See? I’m close to climaxing already. I can’t stand it much longer.” She hated that her voice came out pleading, but she was telling the truth.
When Trent smiled, she knew he’d only been teasing her.
He turned to Brandon. “I know how much our sweet lady here likes to be punished. Have you given her that pleasure today?” He shook his head. “I was just getting to that. Tiff, I think you know the position.”
She loved getting spanked, especially by Brandon. “What about the plug?”
“Leave it in. We’ll take care.”
If he nudged the plug with a slap, the large item would go in farther. Her already burning flesh would be further stimulated, adding to the intensity of the experience. She placed her feet on the floor and rested her elbows on the bed. With her naked butt up in the air, she waited for the first smack. Instead of a hand, he rubbed more of that damned cream on her bottom and added an extra dose to her already burning pussy.
As her butt turned hot, a soft leather whip struck her rear, knocking against the end of the plug, causing her to squeeze her cheeks tight. Waves of arousal slammed into her. Her stomach contracted, and she tightened her fists against the overwhelming desire. Not moving took all of her control.
“You like that?” Brandon had wielded the instrument.
“So…” The rest of the words wouldn’t come out. The erotic experience turned her mouth dry.
Next came a slap. The sting blossomed on her rear. The sensitivity from the cream had ignited every cell. Heat raced to her core, juicing her more. Trent stood at her side and fondled her hot tits while a second slap landed. The merest pinch of her nipples sent waves of lust straight down to her overly stimulated clit as well as to the tight ring of skin holding the plug. For what seemed like five minutes, Trent and Rob teased her nipples, rubbed them, raking their palms across the peaks before soothing them, while Brandon spanked her then caressed her oh-so-needy clit and ass.
“I’m ready, I swear.”
“Who wants to go first?” This came from Brandon.
“You can go. We’ll tend to her other needs,” Trent said.
Brandon took hold of her hips and slid right into her since her pussy was ripe for the taking. Instead of pounding into her and seeking his release, he slowly moved in and out, which drove her even crazier.
An overwhelming desire to come right away grabbed her. “Faster, Brandon. I’m going to come.”