Minding Mistress (Club Esoteria 3)
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, Consensual BDSM, sex toys]
Jenna Carter opened Club Esoteria, never dreaming it would become the hottest sex club in the state. When her slave/mate Antony receives orders for an extended overseas tour of duty with the Coast Guard, he decides to bring a new member into their little family.
Gentry Michaels had never had good luck with women because he wanted the same thing they did: a stronger, more dominant partner to tell him what to do. When Antony invites him to test drive life as a submissive, Gentry finds he can’t say no.
During an intense weekend of BDSM fun and games, Gentry and Jenna decide that Antony had the right idea in bringing the three of them together. But when the weekend is over and real life intrudes, will Gentry be able to give up his vanilla life for one of Minding Mistress?
Antony settled in next to them so he could see her face as well. “We don’t have to do this, Mistress. You can just ride Gentry, if that’s what you would prefer. This is, after all, his reward.”
Jenna smiled down at both men. They were so dear, so caring. All at once she realized she needed this. She needed to put this fear behind her.
“No, sweet pet. This is a good thing. We’re always talking about expanding boundaries. I think it’s time I pushed my own limits a little.”
“Are you sure, Mistress?” Gentry asked before lifting his head and brushing his lips along her jaw line.
Jenna’s breath caught as his warm touch shot through her. Her entire body clenched in response. “Yes, babe, I’m sure. Just take it…”
“Slow and easy,” the two men finished.
“Stretch me, Antony. Take your time,” Jenna said as she pulled her legs up so her knees were close to Gentry’s armpits. This opened her fully to what was about to come.
“Yes, Mistress,” Antony said. He sat up and moved behind her.
A moment later a cold, lube-slicked finger pressed for entrance against her puckered rose. She tightened for a moment. Though she’d taken Antony in her ass before, this was different.
Her mind wandered from what Antony was doing when Gentry ran both hands down her spine before wrapping them around her hips. He slowly rocked beneath her, sliding his cock in and out of her cunt just enough so that Antony could press his finger deep. Lifting his head, Gentry latched on to a nipple and kept her in the here and now instead of allowing memories of that other threesome to overwhelm her.
To her amazement, her body responded to the loving care the two submissives showered over her. By the time Antony had her sufficiently prepared, her fear had disappeared and urgent hunger filled her.
“Now, pet. Need you in now,” she panted as she arched her back to meet each slow, easy thrust of his fingers.
She didn’t fight when Gentry pulled her down to lay against his broad, muscular chest. Instead, she met his lips in a kiss so hot she thought her hair would catch fire. She felt Antony’s fingers leave her, then felt the blunt head of his cock press for entrance.
Lifting from Gentry’s kiss, she sucked in a breath and tried to relax everything south of her chin. Another breath and Antony eased forward, fast yet gentle as he breached her.
Three groans cut through the otherwise silent room as Antony pressed deep. When she relaxed around him, he pulled out until only the head remained inside her. Pushing forward again, he slid in until his cock was fully seated and his pelvis brushed against her ass cheeks.
She tightened both cunt and ass and grinned at the deep groans she elicited from her men.
Antony kissed the back of one shoulder and then the other. “You okay, Mistress?”
Jenna panted to hold back the orgasm that threatened to avalanche over her without permission. “I’m fine, but you won’t be if somebody doesn’t start moving.”
“As you wish, Mistress,” the men answered as one.
Antony began a slow in-and-out rhythm. Gentry’s fingers on her hips tightened just enough to help move her back and forth between them. Their motion remained slow and easy until Jenna reached back and popped Antony’s hip with the flat of her hand.
“Faster. Harder. Need to come.” She growled. The steel in her voice was strong and hard. Though she was the middle of this sexwich, she was still very much in charge.