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[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, spanking, flogging, whipping, sex toys, HEA for M/F]
Love hurts…if you’re lucky.
Kaden’s dying, but before he goes he has one problem to solve—he must ask his oldest and dearest friend, Seth, to take over as Dom and Master to his beloved wife, Leah.
Seth has always seen himself as the perpetual screwup and Kaden as the strong and steady one, so his friend’s request rocks his world. He also knows there’s no way he can refuse Kaden this.
Now Seth finds himself immersed in a role he’s far from comfortable with—inflicting physical pain to provide emotional comfort to the woman he’s secretly loved for years. Can he deal with his crushing grief over the impending loss of his oldest friend and still learn the skills he must master in time to become The Reluctant Dom?
Note: This book was previously published with another publisher.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
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Adult Excerpt:
Seth spent a restless night alone. The memory of the feel of
Leah’s mouth on him kept him hard for hours despite jerking off twice.
Moron. Go sleep with her.
He tried to roll over and go to sleep. By the time he
stumbled out of bed the next morning, he didn’t feel like a run. He barely felt
like getting out of bed, but the thought that he’d be taking Leah alone to the
club that night made further sleep impossible.
He stepped into the shower after he shaved. Sure enough, a
few minutes later, she joined him.
“What is that?” He
pointed to the can of shaving gel and disposable razor in her hand.
“I’m going to shave you.” Her matter-of-fact tone possessed
more than a little “Duh!” factor.
“Um, sweetie, I appreciate that, but already done. See?” He
tapped his stubble-free chin.
She rolled her eyes. “No, Sir. I’m going to shave your
body.”
“What?” He stepped back, bumping against the cool tile wall.
“Don’t you want to look your best tonight?”
“Okay, Leah. Time out, or red light, or stop sign, or what
the fuck! Huh?”
She looked at him as if explaining to a child. “We’re going
to the club tonight. You need to look your best.” She stepped forward. “I shave
Master all the time.”
Well, come to think of it, he had noticed Kaden was a little
lacking in the body hair department from the hips up, but he hadn’t really put
much thought into that, or what lay below Kaden’s belt. It wasn’t exactly on Seth’s
top-ten list of fantasy thoughts, that was for sure.
“Why?”
“Because it looks nicer.” She reached down with her free
hand and trailed her fingers along his shaft, which immediately responded, dang
traitor. “And, if you use a cock ring, it won’t get caught in your hair—”
“Whoa!” He grabbed her hand and tried to shift his hips away
from her. “Holy fucking shit, you’re going to shave my balls?”
“Yes. Besides, it’s better for me. I don’t have to keep
spitting out hair.”
Wormhole. He was back to
the wormhole theory. “Honey, I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, but I’m not
sure—”
“Please, Sir?” She turned the puppy-dog eyes on him.
“Aw, fuck no. Leah, babe, come on. Cut me some slack.”
She pressed her naked body against him. “Please, Sir? I just
want you to look your best.”
He wouldn’t be looking his best. That was still probably a
month or two away at least, provided he kept up a workout schedule of some
sort. He still looked like a pig next to Kaden. Although, compared to many of
the people who were regulars at the club, he was stick-thin.
Those freaking lethal green eyes of hers. She’d figured out
how to twist him around her finger years ago, nearly from the first moment they
met.
She damn well knew it, too. Now she used them to her full
advantage.
He closed his eyes and fought the nausea churning in his
gut. “You aren’t shaving my legs, right? That’s just freaking creepy.”
She laughed. “No, silly.” She gently pulled him away from
the wall. “Just stand here and spread your legs a little. I’ll do everything.”
He refused to open his eyes. “You know, I’ve already been
circumcised. Don’t go taking any more off me.”
She laughed again. “Master will tell you I do a very good
job.”
“This isn’t exactly a conversation two guys have over
coffee. ‘Hey, dude, how well does your wife shave your balls?’”
She laughed, loud and hard.
Okay, well at
least got that daily mission out of the way.
When she quit laughing she started on his back, which only
took a minute. Not that he’d ever paid much attention, but he must not have
been very hairy back there. He stood quietly while she lathered his chest and
shaved him, working her way south.
He nervously gulped but still stiffened as she slowly took
her time and shaved his groin and sac. He barely dared to breathe. She
apparently had total confidence in her skills.
When she finished she rinsed him off, then dropped to her
knees again and ran her tongue and lips over his throbbing shaft.
Okay, this made it worth it. No doubt about it. He leaned
against the wall and gently fisted her hair as she went down on him. The feel
of her fingers over his now nekkid balls felt different, and not in a bad way.
One more adjustment he’d get used to. If she could keep her
pussy shaved—and apparently, that was exactly what she did—he supposed he could
let her do this.
He’d had more almost-sex in the past few days than he’d had
real sex in the past few years. And the best sex—almost or not—of his life, to
boot.
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