Authors: Frances Stockton
MenageaDare (38 page)
She was as vulnerable to Master Jax as she’d ever been, yet
instead of whipping her outright, he honored her submission with sensuality. At
last he stood up straight, the clink, clink, clink of a cowbell sounding out
nearby.
No sooner than the third clink settled, the dungeon door
opened and closed, bare footsteps crossed the slate floor. Two pairs of arms
engulfed her, settling her down on the bed. Two mouths touched her face,
trailing downward, turning her act of submission into lovemaking.
She could hear them kissing and touching each other, loving
the sound so much. She loved them. She was safe. She had her heroes and a
lifetime of love to look forward to.
Admittedly, she’d thought one of them would spank her or
bind her for a stern flogging or some sort of discipline. They didn’t, they
took their time, kissing her, loving her, making her feel as if she were the
center of their universe.
Gradually, after they’d kissed her from head to toe, Jaxon
withdrew the plug. His arms came around her, his body blanketing her back. The
luxurious feel of his suit slid against her skin, surprising her to realize he
remained clothed, though she thought she heard a zipper going down and the
telltale sound of lubricant being squirted.
Master Jax snuggled in closer, raining kisses along her neck
and shoulders, biting some, sucking and licking her skin as she felt one hand
sneak downward to the crack of her ass, a slick finger penetrating her. She
jumped at first but he only had to murmur to calm her even as he began to
slowly finger-fuck her ass, preparing her for his cock.
At last, he withdrew his finger only to press his
velvety-soft cockhead to her rosette and penetrate her slowly, so slowly.
Patiently, her Master carried her through the initial burn into erotic pleasure
so intense, it blew her mind.
“Love you, baby girl, love you,” Master Jax bestowed,
freeing her neck long enough to speak.
“Love you,” she whispered. “Oh god, oh Master, you feel
wicked good inside of me.”
“You’re so tight, so incredibly tight,” he uttered,
withdrawing only to establish a sweet, sensual in and out glide, filling her,
thrilling her.
Unexpectedly Master Jax withdrew entirely. Eve braced
herself against disappointment until Remy aligned himself to her front, opening
her thighs wide and draping her leg up and over his. The moment he had her
where he wanted, he kissed her, his tongue dipping between her lips as his cock
entered her pussy.
Hmm, it felt good, amazingly good, especially as he set up a
gentle rocking motion. It wasn’t until he was fully seated within her that she
became aware of how soft and smooth his testicles were. The small amount of
body hair was on his chest gone. His legs were soft as satin. He’d shaved!
“Oh wow, oh yes, Remy, fuck me,” she implored, loving the
feel of his smooth body and big cock buried so deeply, it struck her exactly
right with every single stroke and thrust. Orgasm struck her core, crashing
through her in delightful waves, her dampness increasing Remy’s thrusts.
Ultimately, Remy withdrew, allowing Jaxon to reclaim her
ass, pumping in and out, drawing back. Her lovers murmured, each kissing her
wherever they could reach while Remy’s cock surged deep into her pussy, her
lovers developing a counter rhythm with one penetrating deep while the other
drew back.
Pushing the boundaries of eroticism, they made love to each
other, discovering three could become one after all. Orgasm struck Eve first,
setting off Remy, Jaxon following soon after.
Collapsing together in a tangle of arms and legs, there was
a collective sigh of satisfaction. Amazing, she thought, absolutely the most
amazing experience in her life. And even though Eve knew this was only the
first of many trips through Master Jax’s dungeon, she’d never forget her first
time.
“I’ve a confession,” Jaxon said, hefting himself up to
remove her blindfold.
“What’s that?” she asked, grateful that the lighting wasn’t
harsh.
“Better be good,” Remy warned. “I’m already plotting how to
top you the second I recover, Jax. You owe me big-time for, well, you know,
going bare.”
“Because you finally allowed me to shave you, you can do
anything you want to my ass.”
“What, no objection, no wrestling first?” Remy countered.
“I never said we wouldn’t wrestle. Evelyn, wouldn’t you
rather hear my confession before he fucks me?”
“Yes, please, Jaxon. Although, I hope neither of you mind if
I sit back and enjoy the show. After what we all just did, I need additional
recovery time.”
“We’ll give you a hot bath and a massage later,” Jaxon
promised.
“That would be awesome. What did you want to talk to me
about, Jax?”
“I heard from a friend of mine at Sierra Nevada College.
They have an opening for a part time history instructor, adult evening classes
a couple nights a week.”
“Seriously, Jaxon, you helped me get a job?” She’d already
promised to remain consultant for Remy’s paranormal research even though she’d
begun applying for her doctorate, but she’d have missed teaching at the college
level.
“You’d need to be interviewed first, but I’m confident
they’ll love you. I’m also hoping you’ll consider taking over the Dare
Historical Society and Museum.”
“I love it there. Can I set up an office there to do
consulting work for Remy? I love the atmosphere of the museum.”
“Absolutely, you can do anything you want.”
“Thank you, thank you, you wonderful, wonderful man!” she
bestowed, climbing on top of him and showering him with thank you kisses.
“There’s something else I want to ask you and Remington,”
Jaxon said, suddenly becoming nervous. Sitting up, he shifted around to the
grab a rope he’d tied to one of the bed posts. At the end of the rope was a
small pouch, bound with a bright-red ribbon.
It took him a minute to unveil what he’d placed in the
pouch, a jewelry box. His hands actually shook as he opened the box, presenting
it to Eve and Remy.
“Evelyn, Remington, we’ve talked, we’ve planned, but we
haven’t made it official yet. Will you both do me the honor of marrying me?”
“Jaxon,” Eve whispered.
“Whoa,” Remy uttered even as he and Eve sat up at the same
time to see three rings perched in a nest of black velvet. Three rings, each
silver, each identical, plain and yet beautiful as they reflected the
candlelight nearby.
“I know our marriage isn’t conventional, but I am committed
to you. Believe that,” Jaxon insisted when both Eve and Remy stared first at
Jaxon and then at each other.
Remy smiled and she knew what her answer was going to be.
“Yes, yes and yes,” she said three times, suddenly scrambling up onto her knees
to tackle hug Jaxon.
Miraculously, Remy joined them, coming down on top of them a
little hard but neither she nor Jax seemed to mind. In fact, she loved Remy’s
heavier weight. He was so big and strong and she always felt safe whenever he
was near.
“Yes,” Remy agreed. “We’ll marry you.”
“If Remington doesn’t let us up, Evelyn, I won’t be able to
put the rings on your fingers.”
“True,” she said.
Remy shifted off them and stayed on his knees. Eve sat up,
both of them offering their left hands to Jaxon. He grinned as if he’d won top
prize at a fair, his nervousness gone. It took but a moment to slip the rings
onto first hers, then Remy’s finger.
Eve’s fit perfectly. Remy flexed his knuckles, his ring
looking just fine on his big finger.
“May I place a ring on your finger too, Jaxon?” she offered.
“Please,” he granted.
“And me,” Remy said.
Together, she and Remy took out the third ring and slipped
it onto Jaxon’s finger. Afterward, they stared at their hands, the silver
sparkling.
“I ordered plain rings because I thought it’d be nice for
the three of us to think of something to inscribe them with,” Jaxon explained,
though he didn’t need to.
“That’s a lovely idea,” Eve assured. “Can we get married
here, in this house, I mean?”
“Sure, we’ll talk about plans and when it’s best to have the
ceremony. Are you okay with that, Remington?”
“As long as I get to spend the rest of my life with you and
Eve, I’m all in,” Remy stated.
“As am I,” Jaxon declared.
“I haven’t said it enough, Jax, but thank you. Without you I
wouldn’t have a homebase at DCN. I wouldn’t have an agent or a chance to keep
my show running.”
“Yeah, you would, lover. You are talented. You are going to
be bigger than you were in New England and Eve and I will make it happen. We’ll
be happy together. I’m sure of it.”
“What about your screenplay?” Eve asked. “Did you make any
progress today on the flight here?”
“Not only did I make progress, I finished the first draft
and would appreciate it if you’d give it a read.”
“Me?” she replied incredulously.
“Who else can I trust to tell me if it’s right than my
biggest fan? Although, you should know I’ve retired Ransom Hunter and just
going to write as myself.”
“I’ll always adore Ransom Hunter’s work, but I am confident
Jaxon Wynter’s will rock both the publishing and screenwriting worlds.”
Jaxon settled her next to him on the bed and Remy took over
her place on top of him. Curious, she propped herself up on her arm, happy when
Remy leaned over and kissed her.
“I love you, Eve, love you, Jax,” he murmured, turning his
attention on their lover.
“Love you right back, Remy.”
“Love you too, Remington,” Jaxon said between Remy’s kisses
that gravitated toward his nipples, sending him arcing off the bed. “Prepare
yourself to get spanked for that.”
“Already called dibs on being the top this time,” Remy
declared. “I’m going to give you my big cock and you’re going to take it like a
man.”
As was the norm, Eve watched her lovers wrestle. In the end,
Jaxon caved, laughing even as Remy tore off Jaxon’s suit in a hurry.
“I need a condom, sugar,” Remy implored, managing to hold
Jax down.
She found one in a bedside drawer, handing it and a bottle
of lubricant to her beautiful Remy Sinclair, his dark hair swinging in his
face, making him resemble a dark Wampanoag god conquering a Norse vampire.
Closing her eyes, she sent a silent thank you to the heavens
for gifting her with the most amazing lovers a woman could ever hope for. Never
again would she doubt them or let insecurity get in the way of their happiness.
Opening her eyes again, she discovered Remy had strapped a
cock ring into place, his erection rampant and covered with glistening
lubricant. He looked amazing shaven and his great big cock appeared even bigger
as he moved into place behind Jaxon whom he’d placed on his hands and knees.
Reaching out to take Jaxon’s hand, she witnessed him come
unglued by Remy’s initial surge. Knowing exactly how big their lover was, she
was a little jealous.
Sometime soon she’d demand Remy take her ass the way he was
fucking Jaxon. For now, she’d watch, loving them both so much, happy to have
found her, yin and yang.
Ultimately, it was Jaxon who roared passionately into the
pillow cushioning his head, coming first. Remy withdrew, took his ring off,
reclaiming Jaxon’s ass and coming two hard thrusts later.
“The two of you are truly beautiful together,” she praised,
her vision blurred by happy tears.
“Don’t cry, Evelyn,” Jax insisted, spooning at her back.
“Please don’t or we’ll have to do something drastic to
please you,” Remy murmured, settling in at her front.
“Gentlemen, I’m engaged to the two sexiest men in the
world,” she proclaimed when they wrapped her up in their arms. “Trust me when I
say I am happily looking forward to our own sexcapade of a wedding day.”
“We’re getting married in Dare. Our ceremony is bound to be
as extraordinary as our wife,” Jax promised, his hand gliding up over hip and
rib cage to cup her left breast.
“In that case, when you say you’ll do something drastic,
Remy, what did you have in mind?”
“It starts with a kiss and a long, hot bubble bath,” Remy
promised, leaning in nice and close, kissing her deeply, enabling her to fall
in love with him and Jaxon all over again.
My love for storytelling began when I created my first
fictional characters in kindergarten, convincing my family and friends that Red
Henry and Green Henry were identical twin brothers in my school. They were
mischievous, rarely did their homework, and even had girlfriends! Years later,
I started to write, completing my first manuscript in middle school. I confess
the heroine was a cross between a contemporary Laura Ingalls Wilder and Nancy
Drew, who’d been dating one of the Hardy Boys, but when I wrote
“
the end
”
I’d known
I had more stories to tell. Of course, life intervened, but whether I was in
high school, working as a Veterinary Technician, earning a degree in
h
istory and
s
econdary
e
ducation
,
or
teaching, I was always writing and reading romances.
Finally, I met and married my hero and moved to New England.
Shortly after, I joined RWA and the New England Chapter and have been writing
faithfully ever since. Now I am proud to be an author with Ellora’s Cave
Publishing.
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