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[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, public exhibition, kinbaku, spanking, knife play, sex toys, HEA]
Widowed Hannah O’Loughlin can’t believe the two hottest men in Hell’s Delight seem to want her. Colt Gatling owns the Lay-Z-Boy Ranch that she tried unsuccessfully to buy. She should hate Colt, but is drawn to his powerful physique and dominant ways. And tattooed sex toy shop manager JD Harmon is a dangerous showstopper with his erotic gypsy eyes.
Hannah doesn’t want to burden JD and Colt with her old baggage. She needs to restore her reputation after her husband was murdered in Montana, but a whackjob with a bad mullet, Roscoe Flantz, is pinning the blame on her.
You can’t keep a good man down, and JD and Colt race to protect Hannah from the unfashionable stalker who insists that all he wants is her dead husband’s plastic dinosaur. JD and Colt are hell-bent to prove to Hannah that they love her, even with past baggage. They’re in it…Three for All.
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STORY EXCERPT
The slave seemed
flustered as she shook his hand. She’d pulled her veil up to hide her
face below her eyes, but JD detected a definite blush rising on her
cheeks. She was even prettier up close, her stick-straight blonde hair
pulled into a genie ponytail that swished gently behind the lilac
pillbox hat. With a shock JD realized that her hat, as well as her belly
dancing sash that jingled with fake coins, was from his store. They
carried some role playing items like that. JD tried not to look at her
bra. It had been two years since he’d been attracted to another woman,
and the possibility terrified him. “Hi. I’m Hannah O’Loughlin.”
“Hannah from Montana,” said Lila.
JD didn’t want to
apologize to Hannah in front of Lila and Regina. Not letting go of her
hand, he smoothly steered her away from the women, toward the stage
where thankfully the band was taking a break. “I want to apologize for
my partner, Colt.”
Hannah looked confused. “Colt? You mean the large cowboy I was just talking to? I thought his name was Don Gatling.”
Now JD was confused. “Colt Gatling. Muscular, buff—”
“Lila called him Dominating Don, I guess on account of how strong his personality is.”
A strong personality. Is that what it’s called? Heh. Oh, the days of innocence!
“Well, that’s what I
wanted to apologize for. My partner comes on a little strong sometimes.
He’s really just a Dom with a teddy bear inside. I hope he didn’t
offend or shock you.”
Hannah frowned.
“There goes that ‘Don’ again. Is he some kind of cowboy mafia figure
that I should be afraid of? I really don’t want any trouble.”
Somehow JD had wound
up terrifying the poor girl instead of placating her. “No, not ‘Don.’
‘Dom.’ You know, like a…” It suddenly occurred to him that she might be
uneducated in the ways of BDSM. JD had seen plenty of customers like
that in his store. Some were tourists stopping in on their way to Lake
Tahoe or Reno, thinking they might enjoy the quaintness of the gold rush
town. But sometimes even the residents of Last Chance would come up to
JD and ask, “What’s this?” while holding a mop flogger or nipple clamps.
JD took a different
tack now. “I’m thinking that he mistook your costume for being a serious
statement about your submiss—about your slave personality. It was a
simple case of mistaken identity. I really apologize for him. He can be a
bit forward at times. He’s mafia only in his mind, but I’m afraid he’s
just a simple cowboy.”
Hannah now took JD’s arm and drew him closer to the back wall behind a bank of speakers. “So he’s just simple,
then? God, I’m so sorry. No wonder he thought I was really a slave. I
sure hope he didn’t really think Casey Anthony was pole dancing, too.”
A wave of joy swept
over JD to be standing this close to Hannah. He was so close he could
lean forward a few inches to catch a whiff of her natural vanilla scent,
and once again his prick plumped and lengthened. Hannah had a
freshness, both in body and in spirit. Because she was so tanned, he
guessed she did something outdoorsy like Colt. But was she really so
naïve that she thought “Don” Gatling was a challenged cowboy who wanted
to date a harem girl? Or was Colt’s approach with women so rusty that
she hadn’t even gotten the picture? “No, he’s actually a pretty astute
businessman. He owns the Lay-Z-Boy Ranch. Some of it borders this ranch.
What did he say to you?”
Hannah’s jaw under the chiffon veil hung low. “He’s the owner of the Lay-Z-Boy? Oh, I thought he was a thug sent by their owner, Frank Garibaldi.”
“Garibaldi is Colt’s
uncle. He decided not to sell but to deed it to Colt, since Colt is the
only relative who has any enthusiasm about ranching.”
“I see…” Hannah
seemed overly interested in this information. She looked aside and bit
her lower lip, her eyes shining and brimming with ideas.
“I guess what I’m
saying, Hannah, is…Colt has an interest in the world of bondage and
discipline. Domination and submission. And if you didn’t already figure
it out, he assumed you were a submissive. What I’m saying is, he was
making a pass at you.”
Hannah’s eyes were
round with wonder. “I see. That’s very…interesting. Now I really do feel
like a dork. He invited me to something called a ‘munch’ and I thought
he just didn’t know how to pronounce ‘lunch.’”
JD had to throw his
head back and laugh fully at this. He couldn’t wait to give Colt a raft
of shit for choosing such an innocent submissive.
ADULT EXCERPT
Hannah knew she had
to learn to trust Colt, as she already trusted JD. Not all men were
colossal asswads like Sean. In the first place, Colt wasn’t an
out-of-control drugged-up maniac like Sean. That helped immensely.
When Colt dragged
the knife blade down her back, when he swiped her all over with the tip,
just the tiniest amount of exertion on Colt’s part and the blade would
have pierced her skin. She tried to remain still and silent as Colt
trailed the sharp blade over her skin, or pricked her nipples with the
razor-sharp edge. But the part that was hardest to deal with was not
knowing when or where the next swipe would fall. She discovered that a
certain level of fear was a turn-on. The knife Colt had displayed to her
was frightening, and the idea of it dragging down her abdomen, leaving a
thin red welt, actually excited her.
When JD started
batting her ass with what felt like a wooden paddle she felt she was
being assaulted in the most intimate way possible. Yet the paddling,
strangely enough, must have brought blood racing to her pelvis. It made
her hot. She knew she was making a wet spot on the stool, and when Colt
dragged her down to her knees and JD continued the paddling, she
hungrily lunged for Colt’s dick.
His penis was
shorter and fatter than JD’s long tool, and she was able to spear it so
deeply down her throat that her lips met the neat strip of pubic hair
Colt had waxed there. His balls were smooth and hard, but when she
detached her mouth from the dick to lick and suck the balls, Colt
grabbed a handful of her hair and jammed his prick down her gullet
again.
She wondered if JD
was jealous. She knew she felt closer to JD than to Colt, although
oddly, she felt she loved both of them. She felt that JD understood her better. Due to his shoulder injury, which after all was caused
by the game, he’d had to walk away from the one thing he was really
good at. Hannah had felt the same when she felt compelled to leave
Montana. She left everything behind, everything except her
beloved dog. She felt that JD and she were kindred spirits. His ex had
dumped him for a trivial reason, the loss of his baseball contract. Sean
had basically dumped Hannah long before he was even shot in the head.
Hannah found herself
rising up on her knees, spreading them apart to give JD better access
to her ass. His paddle fell softer now as it strayed between her thighs.
Each slap sounded wet and clammy as it fell closer to her pussy lips.
Now when JD slapped her, it felt as intimate as though he spanked her
with his bare hand.
“You like sucking
that fat cock, don’t you?” he whispered nastily in her ear. His dirty
talk aroused her beyond belief, and now when he spanked her pussy, he
also tweaked her erect nipple, her boobs bulging from the stricture of
the hemp rope bindings. His fingers were wet with what smelled like
rubbing alcohol, and he flicked her nipple back and forth, sending pangs
of need directly into her clit.
“Mm-mm,” was all she was able to mumble with her mouth full of cock.
“Take that cock,” JD
encouraged. He stopped paddling and diddling her for a few seconds
while she concentrated on sucking Colt’s tool the entire length of the
shaft. She knew she was a good cocksucker. Sean had even told her that
much. It was her one claim to fame, she supposed. “I’ve sucked that fat
dick hundreds of times and loved it. Think how good it’ll taste when he
shoots in your mouth.”
Hannah was so
carried away by her task she nearly inhaled precum when a hot, rounded
object was pressed against her pussy lips. It hadn’t occurred to her
that JD would invade her in such a personal manner while she was
providing his Dom such a service. Then again, she’d never been naked
with two men before, so she continued sucking cock as if her life
depended on it while the men talked dirty to her.
“That’s right,” Colt
said with approval. “Keep sucking, little one. I’m going to flood your
mouth with my hot jism, and you’re going to swallow every last drop.”
JD now gripped her hips, and she realized with a shock that it was his cock he was nudging into her channel. Oh, my God. He’s fucking me. JD’s cock squeaked with that rubbery sensation she hadn’t felt in years, and she realized he’d even donned a condom. That was thoughtful.
Hannah swayed her hips back and forth to indicate her obedience to
being fucked. She really wished she could feel JD’s naked cock inside
her—how hot would that be, to feel him drench me in his semen?—and she really wished she could watch in one of the many mirrors positioned about the room.
But being blind
forced her to focus on the sensations—the velvety softness of the crown
of Colt’s prick, the saltiness of his precum, how he smelled not of
stale sweat but of manly soap. JD’s penis was long, and his groan
resonated through her pussy when he made one last shove to the hilt. He
was lodged deeply inside of her, connecting her to him in an even more
private, personal way.
“That’s right,”
urged Colt. “Fuck that sweet honey, JD. Get right up on it. Hump that
sweet little cunt. You know she’s dying to be drilled by you. Tell me,
baby. Talk to me. How sweet is that honey?”
JD groaned deeply as
he started moving in a languid rhythm. “Sweeter than you can imagine,
Colt.” He slapped her ass with his hand now, and the sting got her
juices flowing.
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