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[Siren Menage Amour:
Erotic Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois Paranormal Romantic Suspense,
M/M/F, HEA]
Chris Spinell, Jilly
Reimers, and Chris 'Nate' Poole are happily married. Now, living in a
small town run by The Love Play Matchmaking Service, Chris Spinell
hopes his family is safely away from the possible dangers that come
from living in a big city.
Jilly and Nate cherish
the life they have with Chris. They even love the fact that he is
their Dom. BDSM gives them the structure and sense of belonging
they've always wanted. However, life in Minaqua doesn't give Chris
the peace of mind he needs in order to quell his anxieties. The scars
from his time in Afghanistan run so deep, Chris' PTSD will not allow
him to escape the fears that his family is at constant risk for harm.
When a stranger comes
to town seeking to harm Jilly and Nate, Chris' protective instincts
are put to the test. Will he deal with this reasonably, or will he do
whatever it takes to defend his family, including breaking a solemn
oath?
A Siren Erotic Romance
STORY EXCERPT
He thought about how
far his life had come in such a short time. In less than ten years,
he’d gone from an ex-Special Forces soldier searching for his place
in the world, to an MIT graduate, to owning the second largest
independently owned and operated software integration firm in
Michigan. But all of that was nothing compared to the real change
that happened when his sister had recommended that he join a dating
service to cure his less-than-stellar love life. And Love Play had
done that and much more. In their own mysterious way, they’d
managed to look into his heart and find the man and woman of his
dreams. Literally. The images of Jilly and Nate had haunted his
dreams after he returned from Afghanistan. During that time, he
didn’t know it was them, but after he met them and they spent the
night together, he knew they were the ones.
How his Eros, his
matchmaker at Love Play, had known baffled him. Nevertheless, he was
profoundly grateful that the man or woman, or whoever his Eros was,
had put the three of them together. Now, they were married, and he
was happier than he’d ever been in his life. Add to it that their
love had become so deep that it had blossomed into a beautiful
dominant-submissive relationship with them.
The car’s internal
phone rang. It was Jilly. He pressed the icon on the car’s
dashboard screen and answered.
“Hi, honey, what’s
up?” he asked. He was always glad to hear Jilly’s voice.
He grasped his chest,
hoping the ache would fade as he longed to see her.
“I was going over the
arrangements for the party,” she said. Her sweet voice was a dulcet
tone that calmed him.
“I’m thinking about
how people should dress,” she said, “and the basic rules for the
party.”
Jilly had the great
idea to plan a Christmas party for them and their BDSM friends to be
held at Love Play’s mansion. When she’d mentioned it in August,
he hadn’t been wild about the idea. But after a lot of cajoling
from her and Nate, they’d convinced him, and he’d given her the
permission to go for it, which meant they were going to attend, too.
“High protocol is not
something we do, but there’s no reason that should stop other Doms
from having that with their submissives. As for clothing, you know my
rules for you, too. You aren’t allowed to wear anything too
revealing. The only person allowed to see your ass is me and Nate,
and that’s when he’s not in trouble.”
It wasn’t as if he
made them walk around with bolts of fabric hanging off their bodies,
but their sexuality belonged to him.
“Dueño, that was a
long time ago,” Nate said, pouting.
“It won’t happen
again.”
Right after Chris had
collared them, Nate bought Jilly a pair of tight jeans, high heels,
and a shirt that was so form fitting it showed everything the Lord
had blessed her with in the chest and told her to wear his prized
choker collar. Chris had damn near had a heart attack when they came
home from a late lunch in Cutlerville.
“Dueño, I know what
your rules are for us. What about the party? Kink for everyone?”
He had no appetite for
that yet. He cared for his friends, especially his army buddies, the
Propietarios who were into BDSM, but he wasn’t ready to see them go
all out.
“This is casual,
vanilla only. Leather is permitted but please do not go all out,”
Chris said.
“All right, got it.”
“How are you
feeling?” he asked, worried. “Still feeling worn down?”
She was at home trying
to get over the remnants of a cold that lingered, giving her all
sorts of problems like a fever and upset stomach. She’d feel good
one moment, and then, wham, she’d have to rest because she’d be
too tired to move. Despite his protests, she refused to go to the
doctor again.
“Somewhat.”
He sighed. “Don’t
wear yourself out today. Get some rest. That’s an order. If you
aren’t better by tomorrow, we’re going downtown.”
The DMC, Detroit
Medical Center, was the major medical complex in the area. It was
over an hour away, and he would gladly drive her to find out what was
wrong. He was not willing to risk her well-being for her selfish
pride or a dumb party. He hated when she was not feeling well or was
in pain. He wanted to be able to shield her from the worst the world
could give so she’d be able to live a life of love and happiness.
She deserved that much and more. To say he loved her would be an
understatement. Heck, it wouldn’t even describe the depths of his
intense feelings for them. They owned him as much as he owned them.
It didn’t feel right if they weren’t healthy and safe.
“I will take it
easy.”
“Okay. I love you,”
Chris said.
“Love you, too,”
she replied. “Love you, too, Nate.”
“I’ll call you
later on to see how you are doing,” Nate said.
Chris ended the call.
“Do you think she’ll
obey?” Nate asked.
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