Lea's Menage Diary

by Kris Cook

  “She’s way in her head, Kane.” Reed quickly stripped me of my clothes.

  “I think we better get her out of her mind then.” Kane knelt down in front of me. “We are in protocol, sub. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “What state are you in?” Reed asked, kneeling down behind me.

  I wasn’t sure things could work like they hoped, but they were willing to try. I could at least let them. “Green, Sir. I’m green.”

  Reed parted my ass cheeks with his large hands.

  I could feel Kane’s hot breath on my pussy, amplifying my already hot desire. When he flicked his tongue on my clit, I was ablaze with cravings for more.

  Reed began licking my backside, causing my insides to tingle and tighten.

  Electricity pulsed through me, and my breathing turned to panting. I was dizzy and overwrought.

  As my guys licked my most intimate flesh, the backs of my knees felt like jelly. Thankfully, Kane’s hands tightened around the front of my thighs, and Reed’s hands cupped my ass, holding me in place as they tortured me with their amazing tongues.

  Each of their licks sent me higher and higher. The only thing left in me was need, overwhelming need. Logic fled my mind, as did my internal dialogue about all the reasons a life with them would never work.

  Reed licked the tightness of my ass, filling me with utter abandon. My pussy was getting wet and my insides were clawing for release.

  On and on, they brushed my pussy and ass with their tongues. I needed to grab something to try to hold on. My hands covered Kane’s shaved head, and I pulled him in close and tight.

  Reed’s voice rumbled behind me. “Have you ever tried anal sex, sub?”

  “No, Sir. Kane used a plug on me the night he trained me, but that’s it.” I thought about how boring sex had been before meeting them, and reveled in all they’d opened up for me.

  “I’m glad. I want to be the first for you.”

  I closed my eyes, wiggling between them like a livewire. As Kane captured my clit between his teeth, a massive pulse shot through my body, and I screamed.

  “That’s my baby. Come for us.” Reed’s hands went up and down my back, giving me a delicious tickle that enhanced my orgasm.

  Kane held on to my little bundle of nerves, delivering the perfect pressure that added to the sensations coursing through my body. My pussy’s spasms came fast and hard, swamping me entirely. If they hadn’t held me in place, I would’ve fallen to the floor straight away.

  Kane release my clit. “Drown me with your sweet cream, little sub.” Then he began lapping up my juices. His fingertips parted my folds, making me burn even more.

  I felt something cold on my backside, and my whole body tensed. Reed tried to calm me. “It’s just lubricant, sub. I’m getting your ass ready to take me.”

  Though I was still trembling from my orgasm, a bit of fear shot through me. “I-I’m nervous about anal, Sirs.”

  Kane stood and kissed me. “Don’t be, sweetheart. We just both want to be inside you at the same time. It’s the best way to make you really believe. Understand?”

  “I’m trying to, Sir.” Tremors shook me.

  “Take a deep breath, Lea,” Reed commanded from behind.

  Kane nodded and smiled, reassuring me. I obeyed.

  Reed sent one finger into my ass. The sting came and went quickly. He added another digit to the first, thrusting in and out of me. Soon, the pain was gone, leaving me with only intense need and desire. Nothing else mattered.

  Kane leaned down to his discarded pants and pulled out two condoms from the front pocket. He tossed one to Reed. Mesmerized, I watched Kane rip the foil open and roll the condom down his shaft. I knew Reed was doing the same behind me.

  “She’s ready, bro,” Reed stated.

  Kane lifted me up. “Wrap your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck, little sub.”

  I complied, loving the feel of our naked bodies next to each other.

  “Trust me, sweetheart. You only need to steady yourself. I’m the one holding you in place.” Kane’s tone was firm but also gentle. “Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He smiled and shifted me a bit so that my sex was touching the head of his cock. Another wave of heat shot through me as he lowered me down, piercing my pussy with his thick dick. Needy trembles rolled through me as he moved me up and down his cock.

  I felt the tip of Reed’s cock slide between the cheeks of my ass. I tensed at first, but as he gently rubbed my back, my anxiety washed away.

  The tip of Reed’s dick pressed on my backside entrance.

  At that moment, I knew I had to have them both inside me. I wanted to surrender completely to these two Doms.

  Reed commanded, “Take a deep breath, Lea.”

  I took in a huge amount of air.

  “Let it out.”

  As I emptied my lungs of the last ounce, Reed sent his cock past my tightness and into my ass. The shock shook me, and tears streamed down my face. The pain and pressure was massive.

  “Keep breathing, sweetheart,” Kane instructed.

  “You okay, Lea?” Reed asked from behind.

  Unable to speak, I nodded. The pain was backing down fast, replaced by a new, powerful ache. Reed and Kane were inside my body, stretching, filling, and possessing me at the same time. Engulfed in the pleasure they were giving me, I felt more tears stream down my cheeks.

  “You’re doing great.” Kane kissed me again. Together, they guided my body up and down, Kane’s dick slamming in my pussy and Reed’s cock shoving in my ass.

  How long they continued pummeling me with their dicks I couldn’t even venture to guess, but they continued thrusting, again and again, until my whole body undulated between them.

  Reed’s voice thundered behind me. “Do you like our cocks inside you, sub?”

  “Y-yes, S-sir.” My pussy clenched and my clit throbbed. I was right on the edge.

  “Come for us, Lea,” Kane commanded.

  Every nerve ending fired hot and came alive inside me. My womb pulsed violently. Inside and out, a steamy turbulence shook me.

  As Kane impaled my pussy on his dick one last time, I saw his eyes close. “Fuck! Grip me tight with your beautiful cunt, sub.”

  I clenched my pussy as hard as I could until I could feel the pulse of his heart from his dick.

  “Yes. I’m coming, too.” Reed growled behind me. “Hell, yes!”

  Heat shot through me like exploding geysers. I wept like a baby, leaning my forehead on Kane’s shoulder.

  As Kane and Reed placed me on the bed and got on opposites sides of me, my thoughts quieted, replaced with real hope.

  Reed touched my cheek, and I turned my head to him. “Did you remember that today is Valentine’s Day?”

  “It is, isn’t it?”

  “You’re mine,” he continued. “I love you, Lea. I don’t just think it now. I know it.”

  “I love you, too,” I confessed. He kissed me, and I melted into his lips.

  When our kiss ended, Kane’s hand cupped my chin, guiding me to face him. “I love you, little sub. With all my heart, I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” His lips pressed into mine, washing me with pure satisfaction.

  As we all drifted into much needed sleep, my mind quieted. I knew that this rollercoaster ride I’d gotten on wouldn’t work for the faint of heart, but there wasn’t any other place in the world I would rather be than between my guys, Reed and Kane.

  Feb 19th

  I am sitting in a chair enjoying some wine in my new home with my new dog at my feet.

  How Beast survived the accident no one knows, not even the vet. The moment I walked into the house, Beast lumbered up to me and licked my hand, which surprised both Reed and Kane. Apparently, the dog has never been much of a people person. Before I moved in, my guys had decided to find a new home for Beast if he didn’t warm up to me. I’m so glad he did. I can’t imagine Beast not being here.

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sp; Reed and Kane have already gone to bed. They are beat. Serves them right. They insisted on carrying all my stuff: furniture, clothes, and boxes. I wasn’t even allowed to unpack.

  My job? Telling them where to place everything.

  I love seeing my stuff mingled with Reed’s and Kane’s. On the far wall is a watercolor of Diamond Head in Oahu I had in my apartment. To the left of it is a dark bookshelf filled with tomes that my guys told me they have collected for years. My sofa. Their recliners. My dishes. Their silverware. And more. It’s an eclectic style that works well.

  Tomorrow night, Reed and Kane want to show me off in one of the most watched rooms at The Cell. It’s set up like an Old West saloon. I would’ve never thought of myself as an exhibitionist before, but their intense pride in me is having an impact on my self-esteem in a very positive way.

  I’ve never been happier.

  We’re actually going to have a future together. I know it.

  God, I love them so much.

  The End

  ****

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  Mia’s Spanking Diary

  Copyright 2012 Kris Cook

  Mia is a graduate student working on a thesis about the sexual practices of people in the BDSM lifestyle. Lex, the owner of a very prominent local sex club, agrees to show her the ropes...literally, and a whole lot more. What begins as only a curious academic pursuit quickly becomes a brew of sizzling erotic pleasure for both Master Teacher and submissive student. As her lessons with him are about to come to an end, fun and games need to be put aside for something real--a chance for true love.

  Enjoy the following excerpt from Mia’s Spanking Diary:

  The rest of the attendees sat behind me from the third row to the last row. I sat alone with my hands in my lap like a little schoolgirl. Awkward. Sums up my life.

  Then he walked in.

  The speaker instantly had my heart pounding in my chest and my breath hitching in my lungs. He overflowed with confidence and power with each step, like a gladiator coming on the field to defeat anyone foolish enough to challenge him. In his early thirties, the man’s coal black hair was cut razor short, and his face, though not Hollywood handsome, had a ruggedness that made me squirm in the metal chair. His jaw was square, and he sported a five o’clock shadow. His eyes were so piercing blue I found myself unable to look away. In fact, every woman in the place was near drooling over his six-foot-five muscled frame. The speaker’s arrival instantly silenced the chatter among the other males in the room. Their combined testosterone would barely fill a thimble compared to his.

  Dr. Vickers stepped up to the lectern and pounded on it with her fist. “Quiet students.”

  Since no one was talking, I found her command odd. Oh, well. I knew I would never figure her out.

  “Welcome. Tonight continues our series on Human Sexuality in the Modern Age. This is our fifth lecture. Our guest speaker is the owner of The Cell, located downtown, one of the most notable BDSM clubs in the country. He’s won several awards for his work with special effects. He’s written several bestselling books about the lifestyle including The Path of Dominance and Submission; The Master’s Rules; and The Guide to Creating Your Home Dungeon. He also hosts a weekly Q & A podcast for people deep in the life, just beginning, or only curious called “The Spanking Bench.”

  I gasped aloud the instant Dr. Vickers mentioned the name of the speaker’s Internet show, but thankfully, no one seemed to notice.

  “Students, welcome our guest, Master Lex Brogan.”

  Clapping, I felt my temperature go up several degrees as his searing blue eyes seemed to fix on me.

  “Thank you, Dr. Vickers for inviting me. Instead of giving a boring speech from a stale outline, I’m going to have you ask me questions, and I will answer them. Got it?”

  “Yes, thank you,” I said, as if he and I were the only ones in the room.

  “Good.” He paused. In a deep, commanding tone that startled me, he said, “Front Row, you go first.”

  “Me?” I pointed to the center of my chest.

  “Is there anyone else on the front row?”

  “No.” My mouth was suddenly dry, and my mind turned to mush. “Umm. I am...working on...it’s a paper. I mean...I have this paper that I have to finish. It’s called ‘Principals and Practices of Participants of Bondage and Discipline, “Sadomasochism” or Dominance and Submission’ and it’s required to earn my master’s.” Every word I uttered made me sound more and more idiotic. Why did my mind always spin with a million conflicting thoughts, paralyzing me to act or to even speak coherently?

  “I’m sure there’s a question in there somewhere.”

  I shook my head. “Mr. Brogan—”

  “It’s ‘Master.’”

  “Right.” I kept looking down at my hands, which I was wringing together like a crazy woman. “What I’m trying to say is that...my paper isn’t really printed out. It’s on my computer, right now.”

  “I understand the mechanics of a printer, young lady. Your question?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Per my norm, I couldn’t seem to get out of my own head. “I’m working on my thesis for my master’s, Master Mister Brogan.”

  “Really? Your thesis is on this topic and you don’t understand the very basic norms.” The irritation in his tone made me wince. “Just Master Lex.”

  “Sorry. Got it.” I could’ve died from the shame I was feeling, but there were no rocks to get under, no trees to hide behind, and no escape route to run to. So, I took a deep breath, hoping to focus my thoughts on something sane and understandable. What to ask that would redeem me in his eyes? “Like I told you, Master Lex, the title of my paper is—”

  “I’ve heard enough about your thesis already.” He narrowed his eyelids and tilted his head slightly forward, a clear message that his patience was thinning.

  “Okay. I’m thinking.”

  “And I’m waiting.”

  I lost my head. He was demanding a question. I blurted the first thing that came to my mind. “How good are you at spanking?”

  His eyebrows shot up and then immediately came down. The corners of his sexy mouth turned up ever so slightly. My cheeks burned and my eyes watered. I’d never been so embarrassed in all my life.

  ...Excerpt from MIA’S SPANKING DIARY by Kris Cook ©2012

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  A Perfect World

  Copyright 2011 Kris Cook

  In a world where death has been virtually conquered and beauty is the norm, a husband goes to extreme measures to ensure his wife is approved to have their baby. Will Greg be able to agree to William's wicked request so that Seana can become a mother?

  Enjoy the following excerpt from A Perfect World:

  Seana’s maternal clock vexed me with each tick-tock. If it had been audible, it would’ve also disturbed the other passengers. The little voice in my head kept shouting that this was my last chance to help her before our hopes would be silenced forever. I knew that the long shot at the end of this trip had less of a chance of working out than a snow cone in hell.

  Fuck!

  I turned toward her. As always, she looked perfect. Her blonde locks hit her soft shoulders like sunlit waterfalls. Dressed to the nines in an outfit that flattered her amazing figure, she seemed ready to face anything. Yet, her hand wringing and constant sighing revealed the storm brewing beneath the untainted façade. The more she fidgeted, the more it drove me insane… and we still had forty-five minutes left until we landed, not that it really mattered anymore.

  She asked me for the millionth and one time what I thought he would say.

  “I don’t know,” I stated, giving my same answer and readying for the long, pointless discussion to follow.

  Seana glared at me with her hazel eyes, daring me to add anything further.

  Knowing this signal all too well and happy not to reawaken another debate, I remained mute and rested my eyes on a warm, unspoiled beach. I scanned the holographic image
and the accompanying words floating next to it about numerous vacation destinations. Our coach tickets afforded us this level of surfing but they didn’t allow us access to sound, smell, or any other deeper simming. But for a lofty fee, even the lowly coach traveler could upgrade in transit. I wished the Caribbean or some other island was our final destination instead of Dallas. Maybe next year, I thought. But I knew better.

  “Don’t give me that, Gregory Wayne,” her tone delivered a sting. I hated when she called me that, like I was the densest person in the world and it was her duty to scold me.

  “Give you what?” I asked innocently.

  It was the verbal dance we’d created over eight years of marriage. One. Two. Three. A shower of expletives from that beautiful mouth. One. Two. Three. A genuine apology. One. Two. Three. The waltz would finish in a final dip and a kiss, followed by wonderful make-up sex.

  Seana began to mouth an answer that I suspected might make several jaws drop, but she stopped suddenly and only shook her head. She seemed like she was about to cry, and my gut clenched. I grabbed her hand, and she squeezed back.

  Public tears were evaded. I was glad. She didn’t like to show any vulnerability, even to me. I was certain that I was the only one who had ever seen her shed a tear, and then only once when her employment review came in with only a Meets Expectations.

  “Greg, I’m sure it seems ludicrous to you, but we just have to convince him.”

  “I know, sweetheart.” And I did.

  Her urgency and despair had grown well beyond my capacity to share. Yet, I had caught some of the fervor when her mother’s grandfather had died in a diving accident seven months ago. I had thought our dream might actually happen and let myself imagine what it would be like to have a baby in our house. Unfortunately, his new wife’s nephew got everything, including what we wanted.