Thanks so much for having me
on your blog J
Let’s
Get it On was one of those stories that kept on growing and growing, and
morphed into something completely different from what I first had in mind.
Two
hot, dominant brothers who both want the same woman... Yeah, Lily didn't stand
a chance, really. Don't be fooled by the title, though. Yes, there is an awful
lot of hot sex in this story, but it's also a story about three people falling
in love, and learning to trust again. Not easy for either one of them. There
are lots of obstacles they have to overcome to make this unusual relationship
work, especially when Lily's ugly past rears its head.
Love
conquers all, however, and Lily finds true peace in her submission to her men.
Blurb:
[Ménage Amour: Erotic
Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, caning, ice play,
erotic asphyxiation, sex toys, HEA]
When Lily Jephson falls asleep
at work, her erotic dream is witnessed by none other than her boss’s brother.
Awkward doesn’t begin to describe it, especially when she can’t help but
respond to the enigmatic Dom. She wants his brother…doesn’t she?
Cyrus Cooper loves to play
games, and he can’t resist the opportunity to yank his brother’s chain a bit.
Nothing will convince the stubborn Sloan more to finally make a move on Lily
than thinking this delightful subbie is involved with Cyrus.
However, when it becomes
apparent that Lily needs help to work through the emotional scars left behind
by her early introduction into the lifestyle, Cyrus knows this is far more than
a game. The brothers are just the Doms to show her what a true D/s relationship
should be like.
Lily thrives under their
combined Dominance, but when her old Master re-appears her life is put in
danger.
She has never needed her Sirs more.
Story Excerpt:
Damn the man. All
conscious thought fled Lily’s brain when Sloan grabbed her and kissed her, as
though it was his god-given right to do so. She was angry at him, wasn’t she?
At both of them, yet her body wasn’t listening. No, her traitorous hormones
just screamed their delight and with both of his hands anchored in her hair, he
held her still and ran his tongue along the seam of her mouth with breathtaking
intensity that meant she opened to him without any conscious effort at all.
Sloan grunted his
approval and slipped his tongue into her mouth with devastating results.
Surrounded by him, drinking in his scent, the very essence of him as she kissed
him back, she fisted her hands in his tee and simply melted into him, while
raising herself on tip toes to get closer. She was dimly aware of a second pair
of hands settling on her hips and the heat at her back, as Cyrus stepped so
close that she could feel the solid evidence of his erection nudging her ass.
Cyrus groaned into her neck, and then her hair fell free around her shoulders,
and Sloan released her mouth slowly.
“Look at me,
baby.”
Her eyes fluttered
open to find him smiling down at her, his oh-so-talented lips a whisper’s
breath away from hers.
“I would never
tell you how to live your life, but I agree with Cyrus. You don’t have to live
on that estate anymore, unless you want to, of course.” She blinked when he
released her and Cyrus too stepped away. Bereft of their combined body heat,
she shivered and rubbed her exposed arms. Her emotions were all over the place
and these two confused the hell out of her with their actions.
“I don’t like you
living there, pet, that’s all.”
Lily’s stomach
hollowed out hearing that term and the wave of longing that shook her took her
breath away. If only she was his, both of theirs. It would feel so good to not
have to worry constantly, to know there was someone there to take care of her,
to catch her when she fell. Old demons were hard to shake off, however, and she
shook her head.
“I can take care
of myself,” she said and Sloan sighed.
“Of course you
can, but why not let us make it easier for you? No demands, no strings, just—”
“Just two Doms
showing you what it really should be like.” Cyrus cut in, and Lily sat down
with a thump, as her legs gave up the fight to support her. That sounded way
too tempting.
“Both of you, as
in together?” Lily was well aware that her voice had risen to an almost
hysterical shriek, but she couldn’t seem to help herself.
Cyrus’s hands
settled on her shoulder and Sloan got to his haunches in front of her and
cupped her face in one of his large hands.
“Yes, that’s
exactly what I’m saying, if you’re willing to take a chance on us. I realize
I’ve been a right ass over this, but I promise I’ll do better. Your job is
still yours, of course. I don’t want to lose you either way. Even if you reject
me or Cyrus, or both of us, your job is safe.”
Tears filled
Lily’s eyes and she hastily blinked them away.
“But you said—”
“Forget what I
said, please. It was a stupid knee jerk reaction. You’re nothing like Annabel.
You’re sweet and kind, and I drove myself round the fucking bend last night
with that thought that I would never see you again, or worse, that you’d go off
with Cy and I’d completely blown things between us. Forgive me, please.”
He smiled at her
and Lily couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“There’s nothing
to forgive, Sir, not really.”
Sloan blew out a
breath and kissed her nose.
“Right, well, now
that’s cleared up, I suggest you get your sweet little tush back out front and
help Martha. She’s on her own and I know she needs to leave early again to see
her daughter at the hospital.”
The abrupt change
in his demeanor made Lily blink and when he straightened back up again her
mouth went dry at seeing the bulge in his jeans. Sloan laughed and cupped her
chin to make her look up at him.
“Don’t you worry
about that. I meant what I said. Neither Cy or I will force you into anything.”
Cyrus swore behind
her as though he didn’t agree with this plan at all, and Lily had to smile.
“Think about it, and let us know what you decide, pet.”
Warmth suffused
her when he added that last word, and Sloan ran his thumb over her kiss-swollen
lips. His blue eyes darkened and Lily knew her panties would be soaked through
by now. God, if they chose to fuck her right here, right now, she wouldn’t
object, far from it, but Sloan was right. She needed to think this through
properly, and she couldn’t think straight when she was this close to both of
them. They stole her air and her very will to be anything other than what they
wanted her to be.
It took her right
back to the days when Master had been pleased her with her and she had existed
solely for his will. There was such peace in that act, she hadn’t realized how
much she had missed it, craved it even, deep down in her psyche, and these two
could give her that.
No, she didn’t
want the overwhelming intensity of what she had experienced under Master. She
never, ever wanted to lose herself so completely again, but to let go for just
a few precious hours was oh so tempting.
On jelly-like
legs, she struggled to her feet and nodded her agreement.
“I best get back
to work then.”
Sloan nodded his
approval and Cyrus stopped her with her fingers on the door handle.
“Don’t take too
long to give us that answer, girl. I’m not as patient as him.”
Erotic Excerpt:
“Hmm, such a
sweet, delicious subbie we have here. Dessert number two for you and me, me
thinks.”
Cyrus’s sandpapery
voice sunk into her consciousness, and she almost leapt off the chair when both
men’s hands delved between her pussy lips this time. Sloan sunk several fingers
knuckle-deep into her hole, while Cyrus circled her clit repeatedly.
They murmured
their approval as she grew embarrassingly wet for them, and, biting back a
moan, lifted her hips to give them better access. She curled her fingers round
the edges of her chair to give her more leverage. God, she was close, so close,
if only—
The yank to her
hair hurt, and brought her arousal down a notch, and she whimpered her denial
when both men withdrew their hands from her cunt.
“Naughty little subbie, trying to hurry us
along.” Cyrus’s stubble created more tingles of awareness across the sensitive
area under her ear, as he whispered the words to her and then bit down on her
earlobe. His fingers dug into the flesh of her upper thigh as she jerked and
tried to close her legs. Sloan, too, had a bruising grip on her other leg, and,
pinned between her men, she couldn’t move.
“Please… I need
to, please?” The barely still functioning side of Lily’s brain marveled at the
desperate quality to her voice, but the needs of her body won over. These were
her men, and they would take care of her, eventually. Rushing them when they
were both in full Dom mode wouldn’t achieve anything.
“Trust us. Let us
take you out of your head for a little while, pet.” Sloan’s voice this time,
and Lily sighed and nodded. Sloan claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss and she
jumped when something incredibly cold dribbled into her cleavage. Sloan broke
the kiss with a smile and she lost herself in the tender approval in his gaze.
“Shut your eyes
for me, baby. Allow yourself to feel. We’ll make this so good for you, I
promise.” Her stomach contracted in need and she drew a much needed breath into
her lungs and let her eyes flutter shut.
“Beautiful.”
Cyrus’s voice as yet more coldness dribbled along her lips and down her chin.
An ice cube. She realized what it was with a start when Cyrus pushed the
slippery object into her mouth. She crunched on it, and her nostrils flared as
someone pulled her dress down until her breasts were exposed. Another set of
hands bound her hands to the chair, and then her legs were lifted off her men’s
legs, her bum shoved further forward on the chair, and ropes secured her legs
to the chair, also. It allowed for the tiniest amount of wriggle room and she
let her head fall back and bit her lips, when calloused fingers traced what had
to be another ice cube up the inside of her thigh with agonizing slowness.
Sloan, she recognized his heavy breaths as he leaned in close, traced another
cube across her nipples in turn. The already hard buds contracted further.
Shivers raced across her skin and she screamed when that piece of ice between
her legs reached her cunt. Her pussy clenched in shocked need as the coldness
slid along her fevered folds, circled her clit, and then was pushed inside her
hole without warning. The coldness numbed her insides, and her vaginal muscles
clenched around the object of torture, trying to expel it, and both men
laughed.
“Oh, no, you
don’t” Cyrus’s voice held that cruel streak he delivered so well, and her
stomach lurched at his next growled words. “In fact, I think you can take
more.”
“No, no, please,
I… shiiiiit, nooo.”
Lily strained
against her restraints, as the men’s laughter registered over the roaring in
her ears, and Cyrus pushed several more ice cubes into her hole. Her insides
cramped and her whole body shook in need as Cyrus’s warm hand cupped her slit
and stopped her from expelling the cubes. His thumb circled her clit
repeatedly, such a hot contrast to the coldness in her pussy, and then two hot
mouths closed over her nipples and suckled hard.
Lily screamed in
painful arousal as those nips and tucks delivered darts of pleasure to her
clit, and her body shook with the force of her orgasm.
“So fucking hot.
That’s our beautiful girl, come for us again.” Sloan interspersed his words
with hot openmouthed kisses down the column of her neck and across her boobs.
The fabric of her dress was further tugged down and she whimpered when Cyrus,
she presumed, pushed another two ice cubes into her pussy hole. Warmth followed
coldness, as his hot breath skittered across her labial lips, and she bucked as
his mouth closed over her clit and sucked. Sloan chose that moment to swirl his
tongue through her bellybutton and then resumed a slow path back up to her
boobs. Another ice cube was applied to her nipples, making them ache and then
Sloan’s warm mouth and fingers took that ache away. Heat flared through her as
the last of the ice melted inside her channel and Cyrus pushed his tongue
inside her cunt, and ruthlessly pushed her into another orgasm.
Swept away in
ecstasy and with her whole body trembling in aftershocks, Lily was dimly aware
of both men withdrawing and the rustle of clothes and then Sloan’s calloused
fingers tilted her head back more. The room spun as the chair tilted backwards
and then Lily stopped thinking altogether, as Sloan’s familiar salty musk
invaded her senses.
“Open up for me,
pet. It’s time for us both to fill your holes.”
****
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good
description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily
basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from
adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with
children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive
husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do
after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the
locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her
characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find
Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace
and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy
tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they
get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love
stories are guaranteed.
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