[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Contemporary Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Sometimes dreams do come true, even if it takes a little time and a lot of patience.
When Dougal Strathairn rescues Aileas Munro from a drifting yacht, they are attracted, but wary of getting too involved. Then she meets Dougal and his brother, Davie, in The Blood Red Rose Club, and she's willing to try the ménage she's always dreamed of, but it's not all plain sailing. The men are used to being pursued for their looks and wealth, while Aileas was abandoned by a controlling Dom and lost her baby.
All three of them have to put the past behind them, and learn to trust again to get the HEA they want.
**BDSM Released April 17 from Siren Publishing
Background to the story
“Hello, Virginia, it’s Aileas. Sorry I haven’t phoned sooner.”
“Hello, Aileas, love. Is there something wrong? You sound odd.”
“I’m just a bit shocked. You remember I told you I was going out with Richard?”
“Yes. Don’t tell me he hurt you…”
“No, love, he didn’t. What he did do was almost get us both drowned.”
“He told me he was an experienced sailor, so I went out on the yacht with him. To cut a long story short, he was lying and we had to call out Sea Rescue.”
“Goodness. Were you hurt?”
“Not at all. Don’t worry.”
“How was the rescue?”
“They were very quick to respond, and it was all over before I knew it. Virginia, do you know Dougal?”
“Yes, of course. He’s a member of the club and…”
“I just knew it. He’s a Dom, isn’t he?”
“Yes, love, he is. Don’t tell me you fancy him?”
“Yes, I do. He’s gorgeous.”
“He is, but don’t get your hopes up. It’s not that I’m not delighted you’re showing an interest in a man, at long last, but he’s canny and well known for being hard to get.”
“I don’t know him at all yet. So, I don’t have any hopes. Do you know anything else about him?”
“Yes, quite a lot. Do you have time to chat?”
“I’d love to, but I have an online conference with a client in ten minutes. Talk to you later. Bye, Virginia, love.”
Virginia looked at her phone and grimaced. By the end of the conversation, Aileas had sounded so cheerful. I have so much to tell her. She needs warning, too. I don’t want to see her hurt again, but I can always phone her tomorrow. What can happen in a day, after all?
Virginia called Aileas several times over the next week, but Aileas never had time to talk.
“Sorry, Virginia, love. I’m rushed off my feet this week. The couple of days I took off after the rescue just have to be made up. I shall be back to normal next week, I promise. We can have a long chat then.”
* * * *
It was just over a week later when the promised chat took place, when Virginia phoned Aileas.
“Aileas. I’ve been thinking. It’s about time you got back into the lifestyle. There’s an open night at the club next week. Why don’t you come along?” Virginia asked. Aileas heard the concern in her voice.
“You know why, Virginia.”
“But you love the lifestyle. Why let that bastard spoil it for you? In any case, it’s highly unlikely that he’ll be at our little open night. All of the Doms and subs will be friends of the members. You’ve met a lot of the usual members socially, so you know most of those who will be there. I can’t see Lucifer as a mate of Kyle’s, can you?”
Aileas had to smile. The thought of Lucifer, with his high moral code, tolerating the mean and nasty Kyle was preposterous. Nevertheless, she didn’t want to risk running into Kyle ever again.
“Yes, that’s true, but…”
“Just come along and try. I’d love to have you in the club with me. If you are uncomfortable, you can leave at any time,” Virginia urged.
“Well, I suppose that would be okay,” Aileas said, hesitantly.
“Yes, of course it would, love. What do you have to lose?”
“If you put it that way, how can I refuse?”
“The member Doms will all be looking out for you, too.”
“Then I will try. How long have I got?” Aileas asked.
“Next week. In fact, it’s ten days away. Why?”
“I need new fetish clothes, Virginia, love. Is it a themed evening?”
“Oops, I was forgetting. Yes, it’s sci-fi.”
“That sounds interesting. What are you going as?” Aileas asked.
“Uhura from Star Trek. Valkyrie is going as Spock or Captain Kirk. He hasn’t decided yet.”
“Well, that gives me some time to plan. I want to come up with something spectacular.”
“Great. I can’t wait. I’m sorry, Aileas, I forgot to ask, how are you now?”
“You asked the other day, Virginia. I’m fine. I’m trying to resist hanging round the Sea Rescue station.”
“That much of a hunk, was he?”
“Oh my, yes. Tall, broad, commanding with muscles like steel.”
“‘He’? Which one of the brothers do you mean?” Virginia enquired.
“There’s more than one?”
“Oh yes. Dougal is the coxswain, but his brother, Davie, is in the rescue service, too.”
“What’s he like?”
“Davie is much like Dougal. The same sleek glossy black hair. They both have the dark blue eyes of the true Celt. Davie is an inch or two shorter than Dougal, but his chest is just as spectacular. You wait until you see the two of them together.”
© Clair de Lune, Siren Publishing, 2018
Davie grinned. “It seems Virginia is on our side,” he said as he pulled her into his arms. He began to kiss her slowly and sensually at first. His tongue stroked the seam of her lips and pushed gently until she opened her mouth tentatively to allow him entry. His arms tightened around her, and he pulled her closer as his tongue explored her mouth, tangling with hers. She felt herself growing hot and aroused. She responded to his kiss, pressing her soft body against his hard, lean one. She could feel his arousal as he ground his hips against hers. Slowly, he ended the kiss and set her from him.
Her senses were reeling and her legs wobbled, but Dougal caught her in his embrace and steadied her. He took her face between his hands and covered it with light kisses. She moaned her appreciation, and then he took her mouth. As his lips descended on hers, he clasped her in his arms again and held her tight. Her heart thudded and the blood sang in her veins.
This is too much. I want it to stop. I can’t bear so much pleasure, but I want it to go on forever. Maybe it’s because I haven’t kissed anyone for years. His soft lips nibbled hers and as she opened her mouth, he deepened the kiss, ripping away all power of thought. He lifted her up into his arms and carried her upstairs into one of the private rooms. Dreamily, she looked about her and liked what she saw. He laid her down on the red cotton sheet, her head and shoulders propped on the banks of pillows.
“Do you have a safe word?”
“Yes, Sir, it’s Coriander,” she said.
“Why?” Davie asked.
“Well, I can’t stand the stuff, so it seemed appropriate.”
The brothers laughed. “Don’t hesitate to use it,” Dougal said.
* * * *
Dougal undressed Aileas slowly, taking off the filmy, see-through top to reveal the black satin bra, which did such a great job of displaying her generous breasts. He gestured to Davie, who released the suspenders and rolled down the sheer black stockings. Dougal knew he’d take his time and use the opportunity to caress her lovely legs. He heard her gasp and smiled to himself. She wore a black satin thong edged with black lace. Her skin was a beautiful creamy white and felt like satin to the touch. She was flushed and panting in her arousal. He and his brother loved to take their time undressing a sub. It aroused them both. His cock swelled at the sight of her almost naked.
“That costume looks so good on you, “Davie said. “The contrast of your creamy skin and the black, especially is pure poetry.”
Dougal smiled. Ever the charmer, Davie had a way with words. Aileas seemed to like that. Dougal looked at the thong and saw, peeping out just a little at either side, the strawberry-blonde curls. He knelt beside her on the bed, bending her knees and removing her thong. She gasped as he pushed it ever so slowly down her legs. She couldn’t help arching her back and offering herself to him. He was delighted to see her reaction. His face being inches from her pussy, he could smell her arousal. He breathed in deeply, intoxicated by her scent.
He was certain Aileas was going to mean so much to both of them. He felt a connection to her that he hadn’t felt with any of the other women they’d shared. When Davie had praised her looks, Dougal had heard a different tone in his voice, and he’d realised that Davie was aware of it, too. She was special. Dougal had known that from the first moment he saw her, but he was wary. However, he wouldn’t be satisfied with just a scene in a BDSM club. He wanted to know her better. He knew she was unhappy, and he wanted to protect her. That would all be resolved later. Now, he wanted to enjoy all that she had to offer them both. He tangled his fingers in her strawberry-blonde curls and pressed one long finger deep inside her. He caressed her, and she moaned. He withdrew his finger and licked her cream off it.
“You taste even better than you smell. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”
He pressed his finger into her again, and, as he licked her cream from his finger afterward, he trapped her gaze. “You taste so good. I need more, take pity on a starving man,” he said. Davie was caressing her legs and although it was such sweet agony to wait, this was the way they made love to their subs. He needed to stretch out the moment tonight to make it extra-special, and it seemed his brother was of the same mind. He’d knelt at the other side of her and was nibbling and suckling her breasts. Once again, her back arched and she moaned. She was wet, her satin-smooth skin tinted a delicate rose in her arousal.
Davie rolled her over onto her front and winked. They both bent to place tender, wet kisses on her shoulders and her back, down to her delicious little bottom. Dougal grinned as she squeaked and jumped at an unexpected nip of pain. As he’d expected, Davie hadn’t been able to resist sinking his teeth into her behind. Nothing loth he joined his brother and then nipped, licked, and sucked his way back up to her neck. One of Dougal’s chief delights was to nuzzle the neck of his sub, nipping at her ears and blowing softly into one ear then the other until he drove her wild. Aileas was so responsive that he prolonged his caresses. He knew that Davie would want to return to her breasts, so he turned her onto her back and gazed in admiration. She had large, round, firm breasts, with delicate dark-rose areolas and pert pink nipples. Reverently, they took one breast each, and cupped, caressed, and finally squeezed, rolling her nipples in long, strong fingers.
Dougal watched their tanned hands contrasting vividly with her creamy skin. Dougal could see, reflected in her big eyes, the wonder at the sensations they were producing. He glanced at his brother, and together they bent and each took a hard nipple and sucked. Dougal felt her draw in a breath. He suckled harder, flicking his tongue over her nipple. She writhed in their grasp. She clung to them, and her little sobbing moans made his cock so hard it was painful. He released her nipple and groped for condoms in the basket on the bedside table. He tossed one to Davie, who was still latched onto her breast. Dougal couldn’t wait any longer. He ripped the foil and smoothed the condom over his dick. He positioned himself between her legs, placing his erection at the entrance to her pussy. She lifted her hips, opening for him, and he pushed into her. She was hot, slick, and welcoming. She wrapped her legs round his hips, and clasped his cock with her internal muscles.
“Please, fuck me, please.”
© Clair de Lune, Siren Publishing, 2018
I live in Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in South Yorkshire. I spent many happy years teaching, and when I retired I became bored with just the domestic routine.
My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own, and I wrote Initiation, book one in the Prometheus in Chains series. Since then writing has become an important part of my life. It’s been like a roller-coaster ride, and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren, I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I joined Facebook, something I never dreamed I’d do, but I have made many good friends on there, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.
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