[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Consensual Cowboy BDSM Menage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, HEA]
Jake Hargate is a man with a past. Born into a rich and powerful political family in Massachusetts, they were all raised to believe one thing: protect the family's interests at all costs. After leaving that life behind, Jake finds love and happiness married to Max Krause, a Dom, and Ally Renjel, a submissive. Being Max's submissive gives Jake the security he needs, and topping Ally gives him the control he craves.
But when a political scandal threatens to ruin Jake's brother, a prominent governor who hopes to move up the political ladder, Jake is drawn into a dark world of vengeance he swore he'd never enter again. Jake's family gives him a choice: help them or risk the life he cherishes with Max and Ally.
Deciding to do whatever it takes to protect Max and Ally, Jake is drawn into a world of darkness. Will Max and Ally be able to rescue him, or will Jake be lost forever?
Note: This book contains double vaginal penetration.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Lear went to his favorite chair and sat down. He leaned back, crossed one leg over the other, and tapped his fingers on his thigh. If Baldwin’s marriage fell apart, his own life would go to crap. Not only would he be out of a very cushy, well paying job but he’d also lose access to the best pussy he’d had in a long time and the child it produced.
It was better for everyone to keep everything moving forward as planned. And in order to do that they had to make sure the public kept believing that Baldwin and Eleanor were happy and very much in love despite the rumors. Problem was Phoebe Jones was determined to get to the bottom of this affair thing and ferret out the truth.
“Phoebe may be snooping around, but she doesn’t know anything yet.”
“Tell that to my press secretary,” Baldwin said dryly. “She’s been fielding calls from that woman every day. And we’re both tired of it.”
I bet you are. It’s probably because it’s interrupting your fuck sessions.
“Really? I thought you liked having a reporter on your ass day and night.” Lear grinned savoring the little jab. His brother was a namby-pamby, he needed to have a little dirt shoved in his face on occasion.
As Baldwin’s senior adviser, aka crisis manager, it was his job to watch Baldwin’s back at all times. When there was trouble, he handled it. Why this escaped Baldwin’s brain now irked him.
“Fuck you too, Lear.”
“Whatever.” Lear checked his watch. He hoped he’d be able to get the airport early, so they could take off ahead of schedule. He reasoned it wouldn’t matter too much if he was late since he was using Baldwin’s private jet. “Are you done losing your mind? Because I have a job to do so back off and let me do it.”
He pulled the phone away from his ear while his brother yelled and ranted. He rolled his eyes as he waited for his brother’s caterwauling to end.
“Feel better?” Lear asked.
“For now, assuming you do your damn job,” Baldwin said. “How are you going to fix this?”
“Do you really want to know, or do you want to see the result?”
“Of course I want to know,” Baldwin snapped. “That’s why I’m talking to you.”
A smart politician would have said no, preferring to keep his hands clean, but not Baldwin. He was too controlling for his own good. In forty-two years, Baldwin had not changed one bit. He was still as high-handed as ever despite the everyman persona he showed to the public. His arrogant and dictatorial manner was legendary among his staffers and the servants that kept his house in tip top shape.
Lear knew Baldwin thought of him as just another lackey to do his bidding and not a partner in his bid for the White House. If there weren’t bigger things at stake, he would have dropped Baldwin a long time ago, leaving the asshole and his lofty political ambitions far behind.
“I’m going to use Dalcourt,” Lear said.
“What about him?” Baldwin asked.
“He’ll get that reporter and anyone else she’s alerted off of your back,” Lear said. “They’ll be too busy tearing apart his life to even think about you or your...friend.”
“Dalcourt is your big solution? I knew I should have went with Smith.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Lear asked.
“It means it’s a stupid idea. He’s not going to roll over and play dead for you,” Baldwin said.
“Yes he will,” Lear said. My talent is wasted working for him.
“Because he will. God, man you are infuriating. Father always said you had the brain of an ox.”
“I won’t say what he said about you. Mostly because it will piss you off too much and I still need your help.”
Lear sighed. “My God you are a pain in the ass.”
“Are you just going to give that reporter Dalcourt’s name and address and hope for the best?” His tone walked the line between bitterness and incredulity.
“No. A little birdie is going to tell her that I’m leaving town and that it has something to do with this affair thing. Naturally she’ll follow me, I’ll get her to meet me and then I’ll dangle our little brother in her face. The story will be so juicy she’ll have to bite.”
“Why don’t you do that here?” Baldwin asked.
“Dalcourt doesn’t live here. He lives in some dinky town in Wyoming called Wildsage. And I’m luring her to Wyoming to make sure she does her job and latches on to him, there. I can’t risk her getting distracted by you and your antics.”
“What if she refuses to bite and decides to return here?” Baldwin asked. The uncharacteristic fear in his voice was unnerving.
“She won’t. If you knew what I know about Dalcourt, you’d be drooling over this too,” Lear said.
“Finding dirt on Dalcourt is damn near impossible. He’s too shadowy,” Baldwin said. “You have got to tell me what you have on him.”
“I can’t. I’ve already said too much. The less you know about this the better it is for you and me.”
Baldwin laughed even louder. “You think that little pipsqueak scares me?”
“I didn’t say that. It’s my job to make sure your name stays out of these things and that’s what I’m doing.”
“Okay, okay.” Baldwin fell silent. “Once he finds out you that you’ve fucked him, he’s going to be pissed.”
“He won’t find out unless you tell him,” Lear said.
“I’m not going to tell him. But he will find out nevertheless. Doing that sort of thing was his job remember?”
“Okay so what if he does,” Lear said.
“You just need to be prepared.”
“I am because I know how to get him where he hurts,” Lear said.
“What if he manages to get that reporter off his trail?”
“He’ll have no choice but to do what I say if he knows what’s best for him,” Lear said.
“You’re a killer Lear, you know that don’t you.”
“That’s why you have me on your team,” Lear replied.
“Dalcourt’s our brother, why would you even think about doing that to him?” Baldwin asked.
We all have to make sacrifices for the family and it’s time he made his. “Don’t worry about it. I have to go or else I’ll miss my flight. I’ll talk to you later.”
Lear ended the call and glanced at his luggage beside the front door. He checked his watch. He had just enough time to get to the airport, to check in and head to the bar for a drink. He needed a few drinks before he dealt with his younger brother.
Blindfolded Jake sat on his haunches. He felt a gentle brush of his Master’s finger across his chin.
“Relax Orchid,” Max said. “I can see the tension rising in your shoulders.”
“Yes, Master,” Jake replied with a sigh. He opened his thoughts to the messages his body was sending to his brain. The gentle sting of the rough rope entwined around his wrists as they lay nestled in the crevice of his upper back.
Jake inhaled deeply and centered his mind concentrating on the sensation of his body as he knelt on the floor. The plush, soft carpet enveloped his knees. It smelled of fresh flowers from the cleaner that their wife loved to use. He adjusted his position on the carpet, spreading his legs farther apart further increasing the tension on his legs. He groaned with pleasure, then flexed his chest and back muscles. Stimulated to the fullest, his mind threatened to overload.
“Orchid focus on my loving embrace,” Max said.
Jake sighed. “Yes Master.”
Stay in the present. Bondage had been the best thing Max had given him for handling his anxieties. Throughout their training, Max said the core of Jake’s anxiety was rooted in his tendency to stray away from the moment.
The rope around his torso tightened. Not enough to restrict his breathing but just enough to send waves of arousal to his dick. Instantly, all errant thoughts fled his mind.
“I love you Master,” he said.
“I love you too Orchid,” Max replied.
Jake tilted his head to one side. Master’s clean fresh scent wafted to his nose. Heat spread across his cheeks and his heart fluttered. He realized Max was inches away from. His hot breath dusted Jake’s cheek. It moved then he felt firm lips touch his. Jake opened his mouth, and Max’s tongue slid inside. Sweet and gentle, the kiss made his body tingle and his cock pulse. His hands, though bound elegantly behind his back with rope, tensed as he fought the urge to try to break free of his bonds and give his Master a passionate kiss.
He opened his eyes as Max pulled away. Jake mewled his protest. His cock was harder than before and he wanted more. He grimaced in order to maintain control.
“No,” Max said sharply.
A wave of adrenaline surged through his body. Jake allowed his head to fall back, as his eyes closed and his mouth opened. A calloused fingertip brushed lightly against his cheek.
“Enjoy my love,” Max said. His deep baritone voice melted Jake’s soul. “I’ll come back to you in a moment.”
Jake listened as Max expertly untied the ropes around Ally. She moaned softly as Max kneaded her skin. After a while, he heard her contented sigh.
“How do you feel?” Max asked.
“Good,” Ally said with a dulcet tone.
“Present yourself to me,” Max said.
Jake heard the gentle thud of Max’s feet as he walked to him.
“Orchid,” Max said.
“Time to move on, come back to me,” Max said.
“Okay,” Jake replied.
Max removed the blindfold. Jake opened his eyes. The world around him seemed brighter. The colors more distinct. Max loosened the knots and deftly unwound the rope from Jake’s torso. Max set the jute rope aside and massaged Jake’s chest and arms. They sprang back to life this time bringing forth a surge of energy.
“Oh God,” Jake yelped.
His body was on fire with need. He craved his Master’s touch.
“You feel it,” Max said.
“I need you so badly, please give me more pleasure. Fuck me please,” Jake said practically whining.
“I will. But not yet.”
Max massaged his chest and back. His calloused hands were like sand paper further stimulating him. Max’s hands traveled the length of his arms and legs, grazing Jake’s aching dick.
“How do you feel?” Max asked.
“Good. Master, I want more.”
“I know you do. I will give it to you in time. But first you must pleasure me. Go to the bed.”
Jake did as was told. Once on the bed, he smiled, happy that he was able to serve Max.
“Flower suck Jake’s cock first, don’t stop until I tell you,” Max said. “Keep going until he’s on the verge. Jake, you are not to cum. Your orgasms are mine. Your cum is mine. You cannot shoot your load until I tell you. No matter what your body demands, ignore it and obey me.”
Jake licked his lips and nodded.
“You may proceed Ally,” Max said.
Jake gasped as her lips wrapped around his dick. His opened his mouth and let his head fall back as she worked his shaft with her tongue. Max licked and nipped his neck, sucking and kissing his burning flesh. Pressure built up in Jake’s balls as she pumped his shaft, alternately mouthing his mushroom tip while Max left a trail of pain on the side of his neck.
“Master please,” Jake said as a tear rolled down his cheek.
He didn’t know how much more he could take. His Master was an expert at giving him blue balls, keeping him on the brink, allowing him to see the edge but not letting him go over it. After a couple of years of play Jake was better at maintaining his control, but he was not that good. His ability to stave off his impending orgasm was starting to slip.
“You can stop now Flower. Orchid is on the verge. Aren’t you my love?”
“Yes Master,” Jake said. He closed his eyes and settled his mind on unsexy things like the work that awaited him tomorrow.
“Deep breaths Orchid. Listen to my voice and come back to me.”
Floating somewhere above them, his mind came back to the moment. He heard them kiss then stop.
“Oh God I’m so hard,” Jake whined.
“Then you’re ready for the next part. This time you can watch,” Max said. “Ally suck me.”
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