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[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, sex toys, HEA]
Chelsea Landon’s running scared. When a detour through the hometown
she abandoned ends in an accident, she finds safety with EMT twins Braden and
Micah Chandler. But, to be in their arms, she must succumb to dark desires
she’s barely aware of before proving to them she’s the submissive they crave.
Braden has loved Chelsea forever. When she crashes back
into his life, sticking around isn’t the only thing he will demand. He expects
full submission in exchange for the erotic pleasures he will give her. But her
past and the demons chasing her won’t make that easy to get.
Micah’s feelings for Chelsea are as strong as Braden’s. So
are his desires. But sometimes love hurts rather than heals. They are too
dominant for her. Still, they will protect her at all costs. When trouble
follows, the vixen is unleashed, and resistance starts to slip, it might be
them in need of rescue.
Excerpt:
“Good morning.”
Braden’s lazy drawl drifted to her
on a gentle breeze of mounting sensuality. She lifted her head off the pillow
to find her legs draped over his broad shoulders. His hands were beneath her,
gripping her ass, and a devilish grin spread his lips glistening with the
moisture of her pussy.
She blinked at him, mortification
slamming into her as every ounce of sleepiness morphed into lucid reality.
“What are you doing?”
“Having breakfast.”
“Having—” She started to repeat his
answer inanely but broke off when she attempted to move her arms and realized
she couldn’t. She turned her head and saw he had bound her wrists with the
leather straps attached to his headboard. Identical straps were fastened to her
ankles at the ends of what appeared to be leather ropes that provided more
slack than the wrist restraints. Slack Braden had tightened by placing her legs
on his shoulders and lifting her ass into the air.
“You tied me down.” Sheer shock
dissipated the mortification as she gaped at him, wide-eyed. “I didn’t get out
of this bed when you threatened me the other day and I’m here this morning just
like you told me to be and, yet, you did it anyway.”
“Yep.” His simple response had her
temper boiling. “That way you couldn’t try to stop us from looking our fill at
the body we’re intent on claiming. Nor did I want you keeping me from my
breakfast. It’s been a long twenty-four hours, darlin’. I’m starving.”
He dipped his head, burying his face
in her pussy again, and stole her breath right along with any words she might
have said to that. The coarseness of his stubbled jaw grated lightly against
her sensitive flesh as he drove his questing tongue into her opening and
straight through her sanity.
Chelsea let her head fall back,
closing her eyes as electricity sparked, exploded, and sizzled through her
head. She closed her eyes as it rained down her body in a dazzling display of
colorful pleasure that tore through her system. A whimper escaped her, morphing
into a cry of sheer pain-laced pleasure as he pulled his tongue back, rolled
one side of her labia between his lips, and nipped. The darkly erotic sensation
leapt from her pussy to her breast as a quick dart of pained ecstasy shot
through her nipple.
“Open your eyes, Sea.” Micah’s tone
was husky and thick with his own arousal. “Keep them open. I want see what
you’re feeling while he’s eating your cunt.”
Chelsea forced her eyes open and
found Micah on his knees beside her on the bed. Braden and his actions between
her legs had commanded so much of her attention she hadn’t realized Micah had
crawled up beside her. She hadn’t felt him bend down to draw her nipple into
his mouth until he latched onto the bud with his teeth and sent her senses
screaming. Christ, how could she not have realized he was there?
“Help me.” The strangled plea rolled
from her lips as raking fingers of fiery bliss continued to manipulate her
essence. Braden’s tongue plunged inside her channel once more, settling into a
rapid rhythm of fucking that drove her straight up orgasmic mountain.
Micah’s hands were on her breasts,
his thumbs and forefingers rolling her nipples to achingly solid points. “What
do you want, Sea? Do you want us to stop?”
“No.” She said the word without a
thought, her head lolling from side to side on its own accord as sexual
confusion and stupendous awareness mixed a crazy concoction in her bloodstream.
“Then how can I help you, my love?”
Chelsea started to say she didn’t
know. Dear God, she had been eaten out before, but it had never felt like this.
Braden held her steady, imprisoned her lower body with his hands more
effectively even than the bindings on her ankles, and dominated her very soul.
His hand on her ass gripped tighter, spreading her cheeks as he slipped one
finger of his other hand between them. The callused pad of the digit grazed
over her anus and she froze, no longer straining against her bindings, no
longer thrashing from the intense pleasures that were driving her out of her
mind.
Fear sliced from her ass to her
head, the blazing heat inside her clashing with icy shards that threatened to
shatter her even as needs darker and seedier than she had ever known mounted in
her body.
“Braden!” Even as his name gushed
from her throat, Micah’s attention to her breasts sent her senses whirling
anew. His thumbs and fingers twisted her nipples in pressured squeezes that had
her back coming off the mattress beneath her despite the bindings on her wrists
holding her arms securely straight above her head. Lightning surges of painful
pleasure bolted from her breasts to her pussy to her ass, only to retrace the
path over and over again.
“What is it you want, Chelsea?”
Micah’s tone held a tenderness his fingers did not as he worked her nipples and
molded his wide hands to her breasts.”
“I. Don’t. Know.” Her struggle to
breathe made each word a sentence of its own. “Too much. Don’t. Know. What. To.
Do.”
“Enjoy it, love,”
he said so compassionately it brought tears to her eyes. “Let yourself feel.
Let yourself go. Let us take care of you.”
Tonya
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