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[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
It’s just one night of kinky sex. What could possibly go wrong?
When the birthday present from her Master is one night of no holds barred kinky sex with his ex-army buddy, Carmel Blythe doesn’t know what to think. A good subbie obeys her Master’s wishes, however, and there is no denying the instant connection she has with this experienced Dom.
Topping Gideon’s gorgeous wife is the least Nash Jonas can do to repay the debt he owes the man. After all, Gideon took the bullet aimed at Nash—the very one that cost the other man his army career and put him in a wheelchair. If only Nash could keep those pesky emotions out of the deal.
Gideon cannot stand to see the sadness in his wife’s eyes, nor the restlessness in his best buddy’s soul. Pushing the two people he loves together will surely satisfy everyone’s physical and emotional needs.
Carmel’s choice may well change everything…
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This was why she hated going to these things on her own. Carmel swigged back her double martini and barely suppressed a groan as she pulled the hem of her clingy red dress further down her stockinged leg. The menace of the evening, otherwise known as Sean, as he’d introduced himself earlier, made a beeline straight to her. The overweight, balding wannabe gigolo, who seemed incapable of taking the hint, barely avoided colliding with the new Mr. and Mr. Featherington. Not that the two men engaged in a lip-lock would have noticed if he had.
The ghost of a smile kicked up her lips. It was good to see her old school friend so happy. Lars had taken a lot of stick for his sexual preferences when they’d been growing up. Something Carmel had never understood, even then. Her refusal to join in the “pick on the gay pervert” game had meant she’d been ostracized, too. Not that it had mattered much. Lars and her against the world, and all that, together with their friend Nicole. It was a pity she couldn’t be here today.
Even though they’d gone to different universities, they’d all kept in touch, and when Lars had sent Carmel the invite to his wedding, she couldn’t have refused to go, especially when Nicole wasn’t able to attend. One of them had to be there to see Lars hitched at long last. Carmel had never met a more romantic fool than Lars, with the exception of Gideon, of course.
True to form, her Sir had insisted that she go to the wedding, even though he was out of town on business.
His voice had brooked no argument.
“You will go, and you will enjoy yourself. Wear that little red dress for me. You know what to wear with it, and think of me. If you’re a good girl, you might even get a surprise. It is your birthday weekend after all.”
There had been an odd twinkle in his amber eyes when he’d said that. She knew that look. Gideon was up to something, and refusing to obey his instructions was not something she could do. The heated approval in his expression, when he’d watched her via Skype as she got dressed according to his instructions, had meant she’d not needed any lube to insert the vibrating egg. Her internal muscles clenched around it now, just remembering the sound of his husky voice. His voice alone had the power to send shivers down her spine, and make her wet in seconds.
“That’s my girl. I want you to wear that all day. As you dance, and laugh, and flirt, it will remind you who you belong to.”
As though she was likely to forget. Carmel fingered her delicate day collar and signaled to the barman to refill her glass. The egg shifted inside, and she gasped as the unmistakable vibrations started. Only Gideon had the remote and he was thousands of miles away in New York. Wasn’t he?
Carmel’s gasp turned into a groan as the vibrations increased. She slapped her hands flat on the surface of the bar, and tried to regulate her breathing, dimly aware of Sean sliding in the stool next to her.
“There you are. If I was given to flights of paranoia, I’d say you’re avoiding me.”
His alcohol-laced breath blew in her face as the obnoxious man leaned in close and laughed at his little joke. Carmel ground her teeth together and closed her eyes, desperately trying to stay off the orgasm that blasted egg was fast hurtling her toward. She would not come in front of Mr. Wandering Hands—Sean. No doubt he’d think she’d come from his presence alone. Sure enough, one of his beefy hands settled on her thigh and squeezed. The egg’s vibrations increased again, and perspiration dotted her lips. Her hair stuck to her damp neck, and moisture slid down her shoulder blades like the beads of water collecting on her glass in front of her.
“Say, are you quite all right, Carmel. You look flushed. Not coming down with something, are you?” Sean’s slightly slurred voice grated on her nerves, and she breathed a sigh of relief when the vibrations inside her core stopped as suddenly as they’d started. Still, she was so revved up that it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. Carmel took hold of her glass and swigged the contents down in one go. Welcome heat bathed her insides, and she pushed the noxious little man away from her.
“Nothing that getting away from you couldn’t help.” She tempered the harsh words with a small smile, not wishing to cause a scene at Lars’s wedding, but really, this Sean was too much. His hand on her thigh still inched higher, so close to the crotch of her now-soaked panties, she was surprised he hadn’t noticed. The thought that he would assume she was wet for him turned her stomach.
“Get your fucking hands off of me, Sean.” She hissed the words through gritted teeth. A hiss that turned into a groan, as the egg’s vibration kicked in again.
Shit. The thing had to be faulty. This was just her damn luck.
“Oh, come on, lady. You’ve given me the signal all evening, what with your little red dress and come-fuck-me eyes, and now you’re holding out on me? Look around, I’m the only non-puff here, so let’s have some fun.” He sneered at her and inched closer again.
“I said nooo…ah…damn.”
Her rebuff turned into a long, drawn-out moan, as she tried to get off the stool and the damn toy pressed against her G-spot. Pleasure surged through her. Hot, hard, intense, and all the more shocking due to the fact that she hadn’t come in three weeks. Gideon always placed her under a strict no-orgasm rule while he was away on business. It made their reunions all the more explosive, but it was damn inconvenient right now.
She screwed her eyes shut against the vision of herself in the mirrors behind the bar as her orgasm tore through her, and she bit her lips and groaned to stop her scream. Fingers curled in a white-knuckled grip around the bar counter’s edge, her nostrils flared as she tried to get her breathing back under control.
“That was beautiful, pet.” The deep, warm voice behind her wrapped itself around her senses. Like molten chocolate, it dripped into her consciousness, and the submissive inside bathed in the warm glow of approval. She didn’t recognize this man’s voice, but it held the edge of command that only an experienced Dom could bring to the table. His earthy, spicy scent enveloped her as he stepped so close that the heat of his body scorched her back through the thin fabric of her dress. Hot puffs of air ghosted across her neck as he whispered into her ear.
“Breathe, pet, and sit down. Keep your eyes closed for me, or I’ll have to blindfold you in front of your friends. I’m just going to deal with the rodent who seems to have attached itself to you.” She could feel the smile in the butterfly kiss this man delivered to the sensitive skin under her neck, and a shiver of need went down her spine.
“Who are you?” she whispered.
“Your birthday present, sweet thing.”
Carmel’s heart gave several erratic bumps before it settled into a somewhat predictable, if far too fast rhythm. What did he mean, he was her birthday present? Tears gathered behind her closed eyelids and threatened to spill down her cheeks. The temptation to open her eyes and see who Gideon had sent to her was almost impossible to resist. Her brave, impossibly generous Sir, who held her heart and her submission in his hands—always.
“Hey, you oaf, get your hands off of her. She’s mine.”
Sean’s whiny voice broke through her happy thoughts, and she shook her head in denial. Strong, callused fingertips grazed her jaw, and ran a path of heated awareness down her neck before they squeezed her shoulder in a silent command.
“Really? You do surprise me. From what I observed, this young lady has been trying to avoid you all evening. Following her around like a dog in heat makes you a stalker. Now, be a good boy and run along.”
“I’m not a fuckin’…That is…You have no right…”
Sean’s blustering seemed to have no effect, as her companion’s amused chuckle filled the air. Movement to her right told her that he’d stepped away, and she held her breath as the air seemed to thicken with the unmistakable odor of impending violence. The fine hair on her arms rose as her other senses heightened to compensate for her lack of vision.
“Get yourself a coffee, and sober up, or leave. Those are your only options here. If you need help I shall gladly facilitate your exit from the premises.”
His voice deepened as he spoke, and Carmel’s stomach tightened in anticipation. The clipped cadence of this man’s words signaled his annoyance loud and clear, and she was glad she was sitting down. Her wobbly legs would not be able to support her right now otherwise. She wouldn’t want to encounter that voice if they were in a scene. Goose bumps broke out across her exposed arms at the mere thought of encountering his displeasure. This man had an edge to him that reminded her of how Gideon used to be, before…
Carmel pushed those disturbing thoughts away. There was no point in dwelling on what they used to have. They were happy as they were, and she loved Gideon with all of her heart. Together they could withstand whatever life threw at them. She knew that. Again her eyes filled with tears at her husband’s thoughtfulness to arrange this—whatever this would turn out to—for her birthday.
Over the rapid beat of her heart, the sounds of a brief scuffle reached her, as though Sean had been stupid enough to put up a struggle, and then her present was back.
“I feel the need to apologize for not interfering earlier, but your Master was very specific in his requirements.” Heat engulfed her once more as the owner of that voice leaned in, and Carmel straightened when he ran what felt like his knuckles up her spine until his hand rested on her nape underneath her hair. The grip, though loose, nonetheless spoke of his possession, and Carmel sighed.
“That’s my girl. You just relax, count to ten, and then open your eyes. The newlywed couple is leaving. Go and say your good-byes and then come and see me in my room.”
He slipped a key card into her hand, and Carmel tightened her fingers around it with a gasp, as he chose that moment to brush her mouth with his. The kiss was as light as butterfly wings, yet she felt it all the way to her toes.
“There is something else I have to tell you, as per the instructions I was given. This is your choice. You either come to see me or not. There will be no repercussions either way, but know this. I very much look forward to marking that pale skin with my hands and teeth, and seeing you come apart for me.”
His breath mingled with hers as he spoke, and Carmel’s breathing sped up at the heated promise in those few words. They conjured up all sorts of delicious scenarios in her head, and she clenched her thighs to ease the resultant ache in her pussy. It had been so long since…
“Are we clear, pet?” he asked, and Carmel nodded.
“Yes, Sir, crystal.”
“Good girl, then count.”
The air moved, taking his intoxicating scent with him, and Carmel dutifully counted in her head, and opened her eyes. There was no sign of her rescuer from the hands of Sean. Only the bartender, who looked at her with a slight smile on his face, and Carmel’s cheeks heated in embarrassment. Of course he would have witnessed the whole thing. The sounds of Lars’s leaving song blasting through the air galvanized her into action and she dashed off as fast as her sling-back stilettos would let her.
Time to say good-bye to Lars and to make a decision.
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