Saints United [For Love of Authority 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rhiannon Ayers

  She swallowed hard, then removed a set of Club S cuffs from the box. This set had been custom-made to match the collar, so the metal rings shone brightly in the reflected light of the chandeliers. She stepped in front of A.J. and said, “Hold out your wrists.”

  A.J. did, his blue eyes so filled with emotion, Lyss almost couldn’t stand it. But she made herself put the cuffs on him, carefully locking them into place so they wrapped his wrists snugly. Then she stepped back, and she and Ryder placed a hand on both of A.J.’s shoulders.

  “This servant-slave is now owned, claimed publicly before this assembly,” Sidri said, smiling hugely. “We wish you eternal happiness in your newfound bond. Cherish each other, from now ‘til forever.” And she stepped back with a bow.

  The crowd behind them erupted into manic cheers, but Lyss barely heard them. She was too busy kissing A.J., too busy drowning in the feel of his hungry lips against her mouth. Panting, she drew back enough to allow Ryder to claim his share, marveling as the two men battled for supremacy during that kiss, a battle Ryder easily won. Then she and Ryder both pushed A.J. toward the back of the stage, where a curtained-off area awaited them.

  Ryder’s idea, that. His diabolical mind came up with this whole scenario. The curtains hid a small area containing a bed, table, chairs, and a divan, all of them equipped with magnetic strips and decorative metal filigree, all perfect for making use of A.J.’s cuffs. The three of them were still in the ballroom, still surrounded by their friends and the members of the club. People would be able to hear them, but not see them—public display, yet not public display. It was just the kind of scenario that drove A.J. wild.

  And Lyss, too, for that matter. Her lower belly tightened in anticipation.

  The moment the curtains closed behind the three of them, Ryder stripped off his suit jacket and gave Lyss an imperious look. “On the bed. Now. Hike those skirts up as far as they can go. I want to see that dripping-wet pussy on display for us. Do it quickly.”

  Shivering from the command in his tone, Lyss immediately complied. A.J. watched her with hungry eyes as she bunched her skirt around her hips and spread her legs open wide. She wore no panties underneath—silly, considering they wouldn’t have lasted past the ceremony—and both men groaned at the sight of her dripping-wet sex. Lyss smiled, settling back against the headboard and lifting her hips invitingly, loving the effect she had on both of them.

  Ryder shoved his fingers through A.J.’s hair, jerking his head back. “Your Lady desires the use of your mouth. Hands and knees, ass in the air. I want your face buried in her cunt in two seconds.”

  A.J. groaned, managing a mangled, “Yes, Sir,” before Ryder finally released him with a forward shove. A.J. crawled onto the bed and did exactly as told, shoving his tongue into Lyss’s body hard enough to make her gasp. He wrapped his hands under her hips, holding her open as he started alternating between sucking her clit and tongue-fucking her. Lyss shuddered, biting her lower lip as the pleasure ripped through her body, making it hard to keep her eyes open. But she wanted to watch Ryder strip, wanted to watch him watching A.J. God, she loved the way they looked at each other, and especially the way Ryder looked when he watched A.J. pleasure her. Those hungry, animalistic amber eyes glowed with lust, making her pant with unspent desire.

  Ryder didn’t waste any time getting naked. He knelt on the bed behind A.J., palming A.J.’s ass cheeks and squeezing hard enough to make him groan against her pussy lips. Lyss let out a groan of her own, hips pumping as she fought the urge to take over. But she wouldn’t. Not yet.

  Ryder yanked A.J.’s shorts down and started working lube into his ass, making A.J. shudder. When her husband felt he’d worked their slave well enough, he moved forward on his knees and buried himself in one long thrust.

  A.J. shouted against her clit, the vibration strong enough to force a moan from Lyss. She gripped the pillows on either side of her hips, anchoring herself as A.J. renewed his efforts. He started tonguing her clit enthusiastically while Ryder fucked him, his movements timed with Ryder’s so it felt like both men were teasing her. Ryder gripped A.J.’s waist, hips pistoning back and forth while the sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the air around them. The forward motion knocked A.J. into Lyss, forcing him to tongue her harder, faster, until she could barely stand the stimulation. She was just on the edge of exploding when Ryder suddenly stopped.

  “Get up, beautiful. Our slave needs to be on his back. Attach his cuffs to the headboard. Then I want you on top of him, with his cock in that sweet little pussy. I’m going to fuck both of you until you’re screaming for me to let you come.”

  She and A.J. moaned at the same time, but neither thought to disobey. A.J. rose to his knees and helped Lyss move aside before collapsing on his back. He raised his arms over his head willingly, shuddering when Lyss attached his cuffs to the wrought-iron headboard. Then Lyss straddled him, guiding his cock into her wet heat, making both of them cry out. As she settled on top of him, Lyss claimed A.J.’s mouth in a soul-shattering kiss.

  A kiss that ended with a gasp of surprise when she felt something probe her ass. It wasn’t Ryder’s cock. It felt like one of their silicone toys. She bit back a moan as Ryder pressed the tip against her ring, then did it again, over and over until it finally slipped inside on a wave of pain that immediately morphed into something else entirely. She felt so full, with A.J. still inside her and the toy now taking up even more space. Hot and edgy and on the verge of screaming, it felt so fucking good. Ryder fucked her a few more times, making the dildo stroke A.J.’s cock through the thin wall of tissue separating him from the toy, then finally withdrew it. Lyss whimpered, knowing what came next.

  “Legs open wide,” Ryder instructed A.J., pushing impatiently against the man’s thighs. “And raise up a bit, so I can get this pillow underneath you.”

  Lyss moaned as A.J. lifted his lower body, gravity driving her downward on his cock even as his hips raised off the bed. Ryder stuffed the pillow underneath both of them, leaving A.J.’s hips elevated. Now, when A.J. spread his legs wide, Ryder had access to his ass as well.

  Double trouble. Or maybe it was double penetration.

  Lyss felt A.J. gasp, and looked up to see he had his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open in an “o” of outright pleasure. Ryder must have been doing something to him, something she couldn’t see or feel, but it must have felt damn good to A.J. His cock twitched inside her, rubbing her G-spot, making her own hips twitch uncontrollably.

  Finally, Ryder growled, “That’s it. Take that fake cock like you take mine. You know it’s the same size as I am, right? Had to measure it, just to be sure. So you, my precious slave, get to ride a fake dick while your Lady rides you—and I get to ride her.”

  All three of them paused. Those two words, so unintentional, brought back so many horrifying memories, it almost killed the moment. Lyss looked into A.J.’s eyes, praying she wouldn’t see tears—or, worse, pain. But, to her surprise, he didn’t seem upset in the slightest. He cupped Lyss’s cheek, pulling her down for a sweet, tender kiss before reaching down for Ryder’s hand.

  “I’m sor—” Ryder began, but A.J. cut him off.

  “Don’t be sorry,” he said, sincerity shining in his eyes. “Don’t ever be sorry for that. Words may bring up memories, but neither has the power to hurt me anymore. I found the two of you. I belong to the two of you. And, to quote the amazing Dom/Switch couple I fell in love with…”

  He met both their eyes, smiling softly. “End of story. I love you both. More than life itself. More than words can describe. The only words I care about are the ones I can use to tell you both how much I love you, every single day, for the rest of my life. End of story.”

  “End of story,” Ryder repeated.

  “End of story,” Lyss agreed, fighting back tears.

  A.J. smiled at both of them. Then he dared to give Ryder a hot, provocative stare. “And now, I believe, this is the part of the story where you fuck us. Sir.”

  Lyss glanc
ed over her shoulder and saw Ryder peel back his lips in a snarl. “Just for that,” he said, eyes flashing, “I’m going to ream your ass next. Harder and faster than before.”

  Before Lyss could react, Ryder was back behind her, his cock pressing against her hole. She moaned, fighting to take him inside while A.J. panted beneath her. He was obviously enjoying the sensation of having a dildo in his ass while Lyss still rode his cock, combined with the feel of Ryder’s incredible shaft running all along his length. Lyss found herself panting, too, fighting for control of herself but unable to stop her hips from twitching up and down, back and forth. Until Ryder finally sank all the way inside her, and she and A.J. both shouted their pleasure for everyone to hear.

  And Ryder did fuck them. He fucked them hard and fast, driving her and A.J. close to insanity with the need for release. He fucked them all night long and well into the morning, until all three of them collapsed in a sweaty, sated heap.

  Right before sleep stole her mind away, Lyss gathered both of her men in of a soft, slow kiss. “I love you, you know that? Both of you. I always have. I always will.”

  “I love you, Lady,” A.J. whispered. Then he looked at Ryder, kissed him softly, and murmured, “I love you, Sir.”

  And Ryder, big, gruff, domineering Ryder St. Claire, broke down in tears and said, “I love you both. So much. So much.”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I grew up in cities all over the United States. My parents enjoyed moving for the sake of seeing new places, so whenever wanderlust seized them, off we went. Eventually, our travels landed me on the Texas coast, where I attended high school and college. And though I have moved away for the sake of work in the past, something always draws me back. I believe Texas will always be a major part of my life, no matter what city I live in. Plus, I'm a HUGE Texans fan, so I have to be able to watch my football games on TV.

  That said, even though my feet may be planted in Texas soil, my head is always in the clouds. I am a dreamer, a thinker, a planner, and most of the time a doer. When not creating artwork for my professional clients, I am constantly doing art projects. If it can be made by hand, I've made it at least once. I make jewelry, clay figurines, sewing projects, paper crafts, scrapbooks---you name it. And I always have an art project in some stage of completion.

  As to my writing credentials, I managed to win two Silver Awards on the National Scholastic Short Story Competition when I was in high school, as well as the prestigious Vanderbilt Award for Excellence in Creative Writing. Before that, I wrote my very first adventure series when I was eight years old, a rousing tale of talking animals and evil villains that may or may not have been based on the Redwall Series by Brian Jacques. But, as silly as those first efforts of mine were, those stories were what convinced me I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. Fate intervened for a time, so I grew into a different career that still let me nurture my creative side---graphic design. My very first novel was finally published in May of 2014, and it is still my single greatest achievement to date.

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