It’s been a while since I participated in Lauren Dane’s Snippet Saturday, but I’m back! And won’t you be glad? I’ll admit it, I’ve been busy. So busy I forgot my Random Act of Winning Contest ended on Thursday! I’ll post the last winner tomorrow, so you still have a chance to win that one!
Today’s theme is celebrations, and since I haven’t written a family occasion like Thanksgiving or a Christmas, I had to think about what I could offer. Well, what better way to celebrate the happiness of a new trio than an orgy? Enjoy!
And if you enter a comment today, you’ll be entered to win a free copy of one of the two prequel books: Five Ways ‘Til Sunday or Fournicopia! (And if you win and already have these stories, we’ll work something out!)
“Wow! A very hot story… This author definitely knows how to pen a scorching and stimulating tale… A very entertaining (and eye-opening) addition to the series.” 5 Stars and Top Pick, Night Owl Reviews
Playing with pain can put you in a world of hurt…or bliss.
Playing switch in front of a La Forge BDSM club audience was supposed to be a one-time fling. A favor for a friend. Instead, when Craig Eason realizes he’s caught the attention of an enigmatic, powerful Dom across the crowded room, he senses this could be the man he’s been looking for to test the boundaries of his own sexuality.
Firefighter Aiden Byrne is a very private man with strong S&M longings he keeps in check for everyone else’s safety. His sub, Jennifer Callum, thinks she likes it rough, but he can’t let go the way he’d like to. Until one defiant stare from the handsome cop on the La Forge stage causes Aiden’s most dangerous needs to uncoil from the deepest, darkest part of his soul.
With the blessing—and active involvement—of his sub, a seduction is set in motion that ends in a scene that shakes them all to the core…
Product Warnings: Contains a powerful, burly firefighter who plans to take everything a hot cop thinks he knows about himself and send it up in smoke. Please replace the batteries in all your smoke detectors before reading this book. Contains scenes with m/m/f, m/m, spanking, flogging, restraints, and one wild orgy of pleasure.
Craig opened the apartment door and stood back while his friends entered—which they did very slowly since every one of them had to do a double take at how he was outfitted this night.
At Aiden’s insistence, Craig wore a studded black collar. His chest was bare, as was the rest of his body except for the leather straps encircling his balls and the base of his erect cock.
Marti pushed past the men, gave Craig’s accoutrements a long stare, then burst out laughing. “Good thing I dressed for this party,” she said, slipping out of the raincoat she wore. Beneath it, she was dressed in a short PVC dress with cutouts around her nipples, which sported two shiny hoops.
Craig glanced down and grinned. “Love them.”
Marti leaned close. “As soon as they’re fully healed, Jackson’s gonna lead me around La Forge by chains attached to my titties.”
Craig’s smile widened and his gaze swung to Jackson.
His friend rolled his eyes. “Her idea. I promise.”
Craig laughed and reached down to pull her close for a hug. His hand clamped on her bottom. “No undies either?”
“Never know what’s gonna happen during one of these initiations.”
“Isn’t that the truth,” Ash said, striding past them, Gus following two steps behind. Although his head was bent, he turned his face and winked. “New rules,” he said in an exaggerated whisper.
“Come on in. Get comfortable. There’s finger food in the play room.” He said it with a waggle of his eyebrows, which had everyone trooping inside quickly, Beau and Mondo entering more sedately since they would be without partners tonight. Or so they thought.
Craig grinned, leading the way, aware of Mondo’s deep chuckles as he followed his naked ass. No doubt he’d noted the plug. Craig didn’t mind being the butt of their jokes for a while. Aiden’s orders. Craig and Jenn were eager these days to be dutifully obedient.
They trailed through the bedroom to the playroom, where soft blues guitar played. Inside, votives covered the ledges of the windows. The room was well furnished. The St. Andrew’s cross they’d installed yesterday, built of gleaming mahogany, drew more than one appreciative stare. However, it was the table in the center of the room where they all gathered.
Craig leaned down and gave Jenn a kiss.
“Stop it,” she said under her breath. “I’m supposed to be furniture. Do you kiss wood?”
“Only if it’s Aiden’s,” he murmured.
Her chuckles were shallow, of necessity, because the cherry tomatoes sitting in the center of her belly threatened to roll away. “Don’t make me laugh.”
Craig’s gaze wandered the room and found Aiden, dressed in his leather pants, looking cool and contained. His dark gaze gave Craig a last warning a moment before he strolled to where Jenn lay atop the leather-padded table. Her arms were stretched above her head, a spreader bar attached to wrist restraints. Below, another bar kept her legs opened. Something the men all took a moment to admire. A mound of a cream-cheese dip lay atop her sex. Crackers and raw vegetables fanned out on the table around her hips. Carrots protruded from between her vaginal lips in a crude fringe, their bases just inside her cunt. Her breasts were covered in thick whipped cream with halved strawberries standing in the stiffened folds. Sandwiches were on a side table.
Craig had spent an hour laying out Jenn and the food to make sure everything was just right. He opened the large, round barrel beside the table and drew out beers for his friends. The men uncapped their bottles and lifted them to Craig, then to Aiden, who dipped his head in acknowledgement of their thanks for the evening.
Marti glanced at Jenn’s breasts. “I really love strawberries,” she said, her tone filled with yearning.
Jackson reached over, plucked a standing strawberry and stroked it over Jenn’s nipple to coat it in whipped cream. “Don’t deny yourself.”
Marti’s eyes sparkled as she took the bite, but apparently that wasn’t what she really wanted. She bent over the table, licking at the cream and munching on berries planted directly over Jenn’s nipples while her skirt rode up in the back, exposing her nude backside and pussy.
“I see what you mean,” Aiden murmured next to Craig’s ear. He snuck his arm around Craig’s waist, and his clothed cock nudged against Craig’s ass.
“Things could get a little wild,” Craig warned.
“So long as everyone respects the rules.”
“They’re our rules,” Craig said, a shiver working its way down his spine when Aiden nuzzled the corner of his neck. “No fucking the women once you’re committed.”
“Kind of convenient for the men, don’t you think?”
“It is, isn’t it?” Craig said, giving him a teasing sideways glance. “It’s a good thing we invited more players.”
Aiden slid his hand down and gripped Craig’s cock. “This is mine.”
Craig’s chest eased. “Goes both ways.”
Aiden grunted, but his head nodded against Craig.
The doorbell rang.
Aiden patted his ass. “Answer it.”
Craig steeled himself for what was to come. He didn’t know either of the new guests well. Certainly not well enough to parade around nude in front of them outside the safe environs of the club, but he, Jenn and Aiden had committed themselves to each other. Declared theirs a closed partnership. So far, the arrangement had served Aiden well, and Craig and Jenn were both learning that a happy Aiden was a very generous one too.
Craig’s backside had the welts to prove it.
Craig drew a deep breath and swung open the door. A short blonde with a pixie face greeted him with a wide grin. “Looks like I’m at the right place.”
“Welcome, Pansy. Follow the noise.”
Beyond her, Craig noted the last of the invited guests striding down the corridor toward their apartment door.
Billy Sorensen’s steps faltered. He began to shake his head. The tall, hulking blond was dressed casually in blue jeans and a University of Tennessee T-shirt. He lowered his eyebrows as he approached the door.
“Welcome to our home,” Craig said easily, gritting his teeth because Billy’s gaze shot to his cock and stayed there. “Not polite to stare,” he muttered.
Billy shoved the wine bottle he held toward Craig. “And walking around with your dick hanging out is? Jesus Christ.”
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