[Siren Ménage Everlasting:Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, HEA]
When Kelsey Wallace hears that her British mentor in the equestrian world has fallen victim to a conman, she’s on the first plane out of the States, ready to kick ass. Harry Moncrieff and Dexter Mason, designers of the exclusive Moncrieff Originals shoe range and members of the exclusive Discretions club offer to help her flush the fraudster out.
As a guest in their palatial home, Kelsey is overwhelmed by the way they make things happen. Discovering that Kelsey shares their interest in BDSM, the guys shower her with the type of attention she craves, testing her limits, while simultaneously setting the wheels in motion to trap the conman.
In an audacious bid to find justice for her friend, Kelsey must confront the fraudster. But is she willing to take the law into her own hands? And when it’s all over, where will she find the strength to walk away from the two men who have brought her to life and stolen her heart…
A Siren Erotic Romance
Zara Chase is a Siren-exclusive author.
“Well, there’s a turn-up for the books,” Dex said reflectively, moving to the bar in the corner of their conservatory and opening beers for them both. “She’s not what I expected.”
“Hot, hot, hot!” Harry agreed. “Not a raving beauty but as sensual as get-go. Something about her got my attention the moment she climbed out of that car.”
“Think about it. Either of us could have had that babe at the club today. She was putting out a sign and she knew she was hot.” Dex shook his head. “Problem is, for all her plastic beauty, she left me cold.”
“Yeah, we both prefer the real deal. It doesn’t need to be said.”
“Like Kelsey. The girl next door with a body that defies the laws of gravity.” Dex nodded. “I hear you. And I’ll tell you something else, she could be a player.”
“You think?” Harry considered the possibility but as quickly dismissed it. “Don’t get me thinking that way. She didn’t come here so we could jump her bones.”
“Ah, but she might enjoy it.”
Harry flexed a brow. “Only might? You’re slipping, mate.”
“Those long legs of hers have got you designing shoes for her in your head.” Dex grinned. “I know that look.”
“I was thinking more thigh-high boots with five-inch heels.”
Dex groaned. “Stop it!”
“Those slim thighs and tight arse would set them off just fine. Especially if she was wearing nothing else and she was crouching down for me with her arse poking up, so I could switch it with a riding crop.” It was Harry’s turn to groan. “Now look what you’ve made happen.” He pointed to the bulge testing the zipper of his jeans. “I’m in danger of getting zipper burn.”
Dex chuckled. “What else is new? I’ll help you out later.”
“It’s a date.” Harry briefly gasped Dex’s cock through the fabric of his jeans to seal the deal. “Keep it hot for me.”
Kelsey joined them again. Harry turned away, giving the evidence of his arousal a moment to subside. When he deemed it safe to face her again he noticed that she’d pulled a brush through her brunette hair. It fell in soft layers around her face and finished below her shoulder blades. Her silver-gray eyes reflected a combination of wariness and curiosity as they darted around the conservatory, taking everything in. Freckles dotted her nose and she had a sweet mouth, her lips full and plump. That mouth had distinct possibilities.
Don’t go there, Moncrieff!
“What’ll you have to drink?” he asked. “We have just about everything.”
“White wine would go down well, thanks.”
Dex did the honors and the two men then took the seat across from her. Her gaze was focused on the paddocks beyond the full-length windows and the horses grazing in them. A spontaneous smile sprang to those highly kissable lips.
“I love this place,” she said, almost as though she was talking to herself. “There’s something about rural England. I don’t know what it is but it feels kinda like home.” She shared a look between them. “I’m a California gal originally but now live and work in Kentucky, so how can that be?”
“Home is where the heart is,” Harry said. “But I’m glad you like it. We feel the same way.”
“You’ve been to England before,” Dex said. “Carol tells us you spent some time here a few years back, training under Audrey Fortescue.”
“Yes, I was real lucky that she agreed to take me on. She was the top trainer for would-be eventers ten years ago and still has what it takes.” Kelsey tilted her head, as though thinking about what she’d just said. “Well, maybe she’s not quite as hot as she once was, but still in demand.”
“I hear she isn’t well,” Harry said. “I’m sorry about that. The lady’s a legend in her own lifetime.”
“She isn’t well, it’s true, but won’t admit it. I’m not sure what’s wrong because she won’t talk about it. But I do know she’s getting forgetful. She has total recall when it comes to things that happened in the past. She can recall just about every conversation she and I had ten years ago but forgets something I’ve said to her half an hour previously.”
“I hate to tell you this,” Dex said, “but that’s how Alzheimer’s starts. Short-term memory is the first thing to go. Is she eating properly?”
Kelsey seemed surprised by the question. “Why would that matter?”
“Food stimulates the brain,” Harry replied before Dex could. “It’s the biggest but most neglected muscle in the human body. If it doesn’t get enough variety of the right things, it withers. A bit like a plant that’s denied light or water.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Not many people seem to,” Dex said. “Anyway, you’re not here to talk about Audrey’s mental health.”
“Well, actually, that’s part of it. I think word has gotten around that she’s...well, not all there anymore and people are taking advantage.”
“In what way?” Harry leaned back and crossed one foot over his opposite thigh.
“She purchased a new horse recently but when it was delivered she was convinced it wasn’t the one she’d agreed to buy.”
“It must have been,” Dex replied. “It would have been vetted, the microchip checked, the papers would match, stuff like that.”
Kelsey raised a challenging brow. “And those things can’t be faked by enterprising con men?”
“Okay, so if she had any doubts, presumably she kicked up a stink,” Harry said.
“Oh yes, and talked to me about it on the phone. I smelled a rat immediately and sensed she needed help. I owe her a lot. What success I’ve had in the sport is entirely due to her and it was payback time. So I came over a couple of weeks ago to check things out.” Kelsey scowled at the opposite wall. “I’m glad I did because I’m now convinced she’s been played.”
“You saw the horse for yourself and found anomalies?” Dex asked.
“No, before I got here it had mysteriously disappeared.” She shared a look between them. “He was stolen.”
“Do you have something to say to Dex?” Harry asked, leaning down to whisper the words in her ear and allowing his tongue to explore the erogenous zone just below it at the same time.
“Thank you, Master Dex,” she said obediently, her voice husky, making Harry think of satin sheets, hard fucking and heady pleasure. “I could take a little more.”
“Shit!” Dex muttered.
Harry understood why. They’d had subs who enjoyed chastisements before but never one who actually asked for more. Especially not when they’d been flogged as hard as Kelsey had just taken it.
“Sorry, darling,” Dex replied. “Much as I’d like to oblige, you’ve had enough for now. Your ass looks real sore.”
Harry produced a tube of witch-hazel and the two friends stood either side of their shackled sub as they gently rubbed it into the afflicted areas. Once her skin had absorbed it all, Harry released the restraints and helped her to stand.
“You okay?” he asked, expecting her legs to buckle beneath her after maintaining an awkward position for so long.
“Alive in unimaginable ways,” she replied, looking about expectantly, presumably wanting to know what happened next.
“You want some more pain, sugar?” Dex asked.
“I want to please my Masters,” she replied, clenching her lower lip with her teeth, temptation incarnate.
“We all want that, darlin’,” Harry said, watching as Dex squirted lube on her nipples and then attached clamps to them. The chain linking the clamps fastened to her collar at the front. “There, now don’t you look the ticket?” He reached for her hand and led her to the large bed that dominated the room. “Lie down, arms above your head.”
Kelsey complied without hesitation. Harry cuffed her wrists and attached them to the headboard. Dex sat on one side of her, idly tugging on the nipple chain with one hand, caressing his erection with the other, watching her eyes flash as she took pleasure from the pain. “That’s it, baby,” he muttered. “You want that pain. It feeds a need in you.”
“You guys really get me.”
The words came out as a breathless gasp. Harry barely heard her speak. He had priorities of his own and couldn’t wait any longer to examine her feet. He sat on her opposite side and gently removed her shoe. Dex knelt at the side of her head and pushed the tip of his cock into her mouth. Her sweet lips closed over it and she sipped at his arousal, causing Dex to groan.
“That’s it, babe. You feed on my cock all you want to.”
Harry grasped her foot by a heel that had no dried skin or blisters to mar its perfection. He lifted it up, sighing with pleasure when he noticed the shapely curve of her instep, the narrowness of a foot that had none of the usual defects brought on by the constant use of ill-fitting shoes. Her toes were long—the second slightly longer than the big one—the nails polished a provocative pink.
“Fuck it, Kelsey!” Dex threw back his head as Kelsey licked him from tip to balls and then reversed the process. Her cheeks hollowed with the pressure of her sucking. “That’s it, baby. Make me come for you.”
Harry was in seventh heaven, too. He took his time, massaging her instep, sucking her toes, making her squirm in a fashion that Dex’s harsh whipping had failed to elicit. She made cute little mewling noises around Dex’s cock when Harry finally started working his way up from her feet, licking and nipping at her calves, behind her knees, and then sucking up the juices trickling from her cunt.
“You got birth control covered, darlin’?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.
She had to let go of Dex’s pulsating cock in order to answer him. “Yes, Master.”
“Can I fuck you without a condom? We’re both clean.”
“I want you to.”
“Spread your legs wide for me, baby, and bring your knees up,” Harry said. “This is going to be brutal but I’m guessing you wouldn’t want it any other way.”
Harry positioned himself over her, bracing his weight on his arms, while Dex slid his cock back into her mouth.
“Use your teeth on my balls, darling,” he said brusquely.
Harry’s cock pushed aggressively at her moist opening, finding its own way like a heat-seeking missile. Kelsey mumbled as he entered her with one harsh thrust, stretching her to capacity. At the exact same moment Dex tugged hard on her nipple clamps.
“Throw your legs over my shoulders, Kelsey. I need to get deeper.”
The moment she did so, Dex flung a couple of pillows beneath her ass without slipping from her mouth. He understood that Harry wanted to drive hard and deep into her with a downward trajectory.
“There you go, darlin’, you’ve taken it all.”
“Greedy little witch,” Dex muttered, guiding his cock so deep into her mouth that she made choking sounds but gamely continued to work him. “Now we’re fucking, darlin’,” Harry said, “and I gotta tell you, I aim to screw you until you can’t walk straight.”
She gurgled around Dex’s cock and lifted her hips to meet his next sortie. Wearing a cock ring, Harry could usually keep going for a considerable amount of time. He prided himself on his control. But this little siren was testing it to the limit. Fully, flagrantly aroused, she gripped his cock with the muscles in her vagina just as tightly as she was gripping Dex’s between her sweet lips, sending them both into sensory overload territory. Harry felt his balls tighten but hung on to his load somehow and continued to work her with gyrating movements of his hips. He was conscious of her sheath spasming as he worked her into a frenzy.
“Master, I can’t...it’s too much!” She had let go of Dex’s cock in order to speak. She couldn’t know that would earn her another chastisement. There again, perhaps she could. “Please, I have to come!”