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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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CARMEL’S
CHOICE
DORIS
O’CONNOR
Copyright © 2015
Chapter One
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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