BDSM Mega Boxed Set

by Anita Lawless, C. J. Sneere, Roxxy Meyer

  Luke and Jake, now both clad in casual wear, sit down beside me at the bottom of the staircase that leads up to the bedrooms and the north wing of our mansion.

  Luke leans over and kisses my temple. “You miss them already and they’ve only just gone out the door.”

  “Don’t you?” I wrap one arm around his waist and the other around Jake’s then I pull them both closer to me.

  “Jake and I have been looking forward to this day, actually.” He grins and I return it. “Now we get to chase you all over the mansion naked.”

  Jake smirks at this. “We figured we’d start off with a food fight in our birthday suits.”

  I kiss their cheeks before I stand up between them. “You’re both incorrigible. I’m surprised all my lovely red hair isn’t pure white by now.” I pat the curls piled on top of my head for dramatic effect.

  Jake stands, smiling his wide, wolfish smile. He’s changed so much since we became Luke’s lovers. Luke helped him start his own building contracting company, and now he and his crew of contractors build homes throughout the city. Jake taught Luke carpentry over the years, and the two of them built greenhouses in the lavish garden, plus all the out buildings we have on the property. Thinking back to how they once fought, how Jake and I fought, it’s a wonder we made it to our decade anniversary.

  He bends now to brush a kiss over my knuckles. “Admit it. We keep your life interesting.”

  “That you do.” I can’t resist rubbing his short, bristly red hair. A terrible habit I’ll never get rid of, it seems. Thankfully he’s grown used to it.

  Now Luke stands also. “Tonight, not only do the bride and groom get spoiled. Our lovely lady deserves some pampering too. What do you say, Jake?”

  “I still vote for the naked food fight, but I’m outnumbered two to one.”

  Luke just smirks at him before he continues. “It’s your turn to boss us around in the playroom. After all, we have to keep things even. Not that you don’t boss us around the house, but—”

  His words stop when I give his bicep a little pinch for the crack at my expense, then he just chuckles. My men take my hands and lead me down the hall where our den of pleasure awaits.

  Our playroom is an old ballroom situated right at the end of the corridor. Dom Luke, Jake, and I have refurbished it over the years, adding more toys and different pieces of furniture every time we came home from another vacation. There is an antique tawse from Scotland. Rope we bought in Japan from Buddhist monks, an embroidered spanking bench from Italy, and a baroque king sized button bed we found in France.

  I lead them over to the bed and select handcuffs from a dark cherry wood armoire.

  “Here’s what I want,” I tell them both as we undress and I fasten their arms behind their backs. “I’m going to lie in the middle of our bed and watch you two pleasure each other, but…” I snick the handcuffs closed around Jake’s wrist and elongate my pause to torment them. “You can only use your lips and tongues, and you can’t touch me, or cum, until I say so.”

  Dom Luke looks at Jake and raises an eyebrow. “She’s positively evil. No wonder we love her so much.”

  I slap his rear. “Less talking, sub. Start licking.”

  He gives a throaty laugh at this as I sashay to the bed and situate myself in the middle to enjoy the show.

  Jake is eager tonight and he starts before Luke can. He seizes his lover’s lips in a gentle, seductive kiss, snaring the shorter, slighter man’s bottom lip between his teeth and giving it a tug. His tongue flicks out over this area he’s just bitten and his lover gives a low moan. The other man sups at his lips like they are fine wine. Another pink tongue pokes out and the two entwine as the kiss deepens. Already I grow wet watching their mouths make love.

  Their hands fidget at the base of their spines, fist in their handcuffs, and the small chain connecting the manacles clink as they fight against the restraints. I feel a wicked smile curl my lips, knowing they are eager to touch each other, but I won’t allow it just yet.

  My red haired sub now moves his lips to his lover’s ear. He nips the shell, dips his tongue into the canal, while he uses his knee to tease the other man’s growing erection. Lightly haired skin slides over his glistening, pinkish brown shaft, teasing his cock until it twitches and hardens further.

  Lips trail across the contours of a collarbone, a tongue flits over a sternum and glides lower. My red haired lover wraps this wet, slippery muscle around the other man’s nipple and sucks it hard. Then he nips it with wide, white teeth, tugging the rosy skin away from his chest. The object of his torment gasps and the chains on his cuffs rattle once more.

  Teeth pluck at skin as the tormentor moves lower still. Lips glide over flesh that is sprinkled with a fine coating of hair and beaded by sweat. Moans and growls of delight and sweet agony fill the room as I watch on. My eyes are wide and my pussy throbs. My own fingers trail between my legs and I touch myself for both of them. They groan in approval, and one begs to be set free so we can make it a threesome, but I tell them not yet. I also select a paddle and give each man a sharp rap on his ass for his insolence. Then I dip to my knees between them and briefly taste their cocks before I return to the bed. I am a wicked mistress indeed, my one lover tells me.

  They resume their show for me. Now my redheaded lover is on his knees before the other and he laves his tongue beneath the ridge of his penis. His hole spurts more pre-cum in response and he tilts his head back on his shoulders as he lets out a long moan. My kneeling lover laps up his pearly spunk before taking the head of his cock between his lips and sucking hard.

  The sub who stands now slowly thrusts into the lips of the one kneeling. His hips pump forward and back in a sensual rhythm. I rub my clit faster in response and plunge one, two fingers inside my pussy. Their erotic show makes me greedy for release, but now they have a hard time dividing their attention between pleasuring one another and watching me. I demand they focus on the show their giving me instead.

  A tongue slithers out and curls around the glistening shaft of my lover’s cock. My kneeling sub inches his lips farther down the other man’s penis, taking his time to torture even more. The standing man gets up on tiptoe and lets out a long moan that sounds half snarl. He drives his cock deep into the sub’s mouth and then pistons it in and out. After a handful of thrusts, he holds it deep inside, against the back of his lover’s throat. I watch as the kneeling man’s cheeks collapse and balloon while he gives this expert blow job.

  My fingers still work on my clit, still thrust inside my cunt, and I have a small but strong orgasm that leaves my pussy aching to have then inside me.

  “Please, Mistress,” one of them begs me. “Let us touch you.”

  “Not yet,” I tell them in a breathy rasp. “I want to watch you suck his cock a bit longer. Get to it.”

  He shakes his head at me and pouts, but he does as he is told, opening his lips wide and gobbling the beautiful, wet penis that bobs in front of his face.

  Finally, I can’t take the torment any longer myself. I get up off the bed and remove the keys that dangle from a silver chain I’ve placed around my neck. But, still, I don’t free them easily. First I tease the keys around my nipples, circle my heavy breasts with them, and make them beg.

  “What do you want?” I ask them both.

  “Let us touch you,” one of them says in a ragged voice. “Please, Mistress. Let us make love to you. Taste every inch of your skin.”

  I slip the key into the locks on their cuffs, unable to deny them satisfaction any longer. The manacles fall from their wrists and clink to the floor and they gather me between them, pressing eager lips and hot, wet tongues to my tingling skin. But I stop them long enough to lead them back to the bed with me.

  We crawl across a sea of satin and meet in the middle. Then their hands explore every inch of me. Lips tease my mouth open and a tongue slips inside, finding mine and entwining with it. A mouth closes over first one nipple and then the other, licking, sucking, nibbling until
the tips are so pebble hard they hurt. One hand squeezes the soft globes of flesh while two others skim down my thighs and urge them wider apart. Then fingers slip feather light around my pelvic area, but they don’t touch my clit or throbbing sex. Not yet. They want to tease, to torment, me as I have them.

  Finally a hot, wet tongue grinds against my clit, while fingers enter my pussy and curl, stroking me higher, closer, to ecstasy. One lover trails kisses and sharp little bites up my neck while he gets behind me. The soft pads of his fingers skim over my back as he leans me against him while the other plays with me. These fingers move down to the small of my back, to the curve of my ass, then they part my cheeks and slip down to my anus. While he fingers my other opening, the one with his head between my legs leaves us long enough to grab some lube.

  He returns and spreads this cool gel over my anal opening, then his fingers and tongue go back to pleasuring my sex. The one beneath me slips his touch inside my ass just as the lube begins to tingle and warm. I gasp and let out a little cry of bliss. My pussy is so wet and I’m on the verge of coming again, but I hold off. I don’t want to climax again until both are deep inside of me.

  When I can take it no longer and the need to come has nearly driven me mad, I beg them to fuck me, to make my body sing as only they can. Both are happy to oblige, as always.

  A hot, slippery cock nudges its way into my ass while the lover who possesses it nibbles on my ear. The one who kneels in front of me on the bed hold my leg back with a hand while he rubs his slippery shaft up and down my dripping slit. He grinds the meaty glans into my clit until I have to bite my lip to keep from coming.

  “Please,” I say in a breathy voice. “I want you inside me. Please.”

  He doesn’t deny me any longer, for I am the master tonight. His plump cock glides between my pussy lips and stretches me as he slowly eases inside. I clamp down hard on him, on them both, as they thrust shallow and slow, then deeper, taking long, languid strokes that urge a sublime pressure building in my g-spot even higher. I let out little whimpering moans as I rock between them. My fists gather the satin sheets up and I clutch them tight as I ride a wave of bliss.

  I concentrate on their silk and steel cocks rubbing me deep inside, front and back. I’m awash in a sea of skin and sensation and I never want it to end. In their arms, I always feel so loved, worshipped. Another orgasm unfurls then explodes, showering sensation through me. I let out a cry and my every nerve feels electric as my limbs shiver from the intense release. Moments after, they bury themselves deep inside of me and spills their seeds. I clutch them strong as I feel their cocks twitch once, twice, before they slide out.

  We crawl beneath the smooth sheets and cuddle close when we’re done. Ragged pants soon become deep, even breaths of contentment.

  As we lay there, Luke kisses my forehead, plucks a strand of hair from my face, and says, “Do you realize our son got married exactly one week before our tenth wedding anniversary? You know…” He looks at Jake and a slow smile curls his lips. “I think that means we need to take a second honeymoon.”

  I smile up at them both, wondering how long they’ve had this surprise planned. “How did you decide that? I think your logic is off.”

  He winks at my cheekiness. “Well, I think we deserve one anyway. How about New Zealand? I know you’ve always wanted to go there.”

  My heart fills with love for my two husbands, who are often surprising me with little schemes like this, which the two of them cook up while building their latest project together. “I think that sounds wonderful.”

  With our trip agreed upon and our children out of the house, we curl closer together and fall asleep.

  ***

  Surrender To His Command

  Surrender Series Vol. 3

  By Leigh Foxlee

  BDSM romance with a biker dom.

  ***

  Surrender To His Command

  “I dare you to pinch his butt.” Jeanie points to the nearly bare derriere of one stripper who’s sashaying in front of the bride-to-be, my best friend Felicia.

  I nearly choke on my appletini. “No. You know my rule.”

  She rolls her eyes at me, flutters her fake glittery lashes. “Yes, no more bad boys. Why can’t you just drink from the fountain without wanting to marry it?”

  I blink at her odd, homemade idiom. “Look, some people can have one night stands and some can’t. I’m not a prude—”

  “You just fall in love too fast.” She shakes her blonde wigged head at me. “Girl, you’d have a lot more fun if your heart wasn’t tucked between your knees.”

  With that, she struts off toward the stripper sticking his thong clad naughty bits in Felicia’s face. I shake my head and watch them, wishing I could be more like Jeanie and Felicia, wishing I’d chickened out on this bachelorette and stayed at home with my cat and a book.

  “But it’ll be fun!” Felicia had crowed when I tried to back out of her party. “And you’re one of my bridesmaids, so you have to be there.”

  Felicia and Ron are getting married soon, and they’ve decided that for their bachelor and bachelorette parties they get one last fling. So strippers were hired and Ron pulled some strings to rent Felicia and her friends this room that’s a part of some sex club. Sex club! Can you believe it? Some place called Surrender Inc. apparently owns it, or so Felicia tells me.

  Just great. Here I am tucked in a sex club with ample writhing, muscled male flesh and I’ve sworn off bad boys for good. Of course, a sex club is crawling with just that!

  I glance up from where I sit wedged between Mary and Eve, two more college buddies who are in my historical law class. And wouldn’t you know it. One of the strippers is headed right for me, hips gyrating and penis edging closer to my face. I try to get up, but Mary and Eve hold me in place.

  “The lady over there says you need a lap dance,” the towering brunette beefcake tells me.

  I peek around his sculpted body to see Jeanie waving at me and wearing a wicked smile. I’ll throttle her later, when she’s sleeping and can’t fight back.

  He hooks his oiled, rippling legs around mine and exhibits amazing muscle control as he lowers himself so he hovers inches above my lap but doesn’t put his full weight on me.

  “No, I think you’ve mistaken me for her,” I say sweetly, pointing to Mary and trying to wriggle out from under him.

  He wraps a massive hand around my shoulder. “Uh-uh. Felicia pointed right at you before she slipped the cash in my pants.” He snaps his barely there thong for emphasis.

  I try to avoid his royal blue eyes, try not to see his devastatingly handsome smile. No more bad boys. No more bad boys. I repeat the chant and ignore the tingling starting between my thighs.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” He leans closer and his hot breath fans my ear. “You seem a little tense.”

  No more bad boys. Taking a deep breath, I try to keep calm and cool, try to think up an excuse to get away from this lothario. “Nothing’s wrong. I just … I need to be somewhere else.”

  With that, I panic and push my small hands into his slick pecs. He’s made of solid rock, or so it feels like, but I manage to knock him off balance. He lands on his nice ass with a thump, and I muttered a quick, “Bye! Sorry,” before I flee towards the bar.

  Behind me, I hear Mary gasp and Felicia yelling, “Christy, get back here!”

  But there is no way you’re getting me wedged between that hunk of rippling man flesh again. No sir. I know what happens when I get within ten yards of a rebellious, sexy male, and it isn’t happening again. I have college to concentrate on, things to do, and my heart still isn’t healed from Ethan. The last bad boy who left his motorcycle tracks all over me.

  You see, I’ve got an addiction and I’m quitting cold turkey. My downfall isn’t cigarettes, or alcohol, or too much ganga before the big test. Oh no. My addiction is bad boys. If he’s got a couple tattoos and a devil may care attitude, if he rides a motorcycle and doesn’t play by the rules, I’m hooked.


  My friends? Well, they kind of have the bad boy itch too, but they’re smarter about it. Felicia’s guy, Ron, he’s a bit of a bad boy business man, with a mane of glossy black hair he ties back, the trademark goatee, but he and Felicia have understandings and an open relationship, at least until they say “I do.” Which is fine if that’s what you want, but I’m more of a one guy one girl type. I have a hard enough time managing myself, let alone two boyfriends. Sadly, I haven’t found that perfect bad boy who wants the life I want.

  But, anyway, I’m in college, studying law, and I don’t really have the time for another distracting romance. So I made my vow after Ethan dumped me for a gymnast who’s rumored to have a trapeze in her bedroom. No more bad boys for me. Even if I seem to have bright red bad boy radar.

  I squeeze in between some girls at the bar and try to make myself as small and as invisible as possible. I order another appletini and dare a look over my shoulder. Thankfully, no one has followed me to my new safe haven. I grimace, feeling a little mean for knocking that stripper on his butt.

  When the bartender puts my drink down, I discover my terrible luck is holding. I stare at a wrist encircled by a tribal Celtic knot tattoo, and I follow this up to find a sleeve full of dragons, a strange looking skull, and a wizard melting into a gothic looking castle.

  Bad boys are out in full force tonight and, of course, I’m stuck right in the middle of them.

  I squeak out a “Thanks,” and hope he goes away.

  “You look like you’re hiding,” he says, leaning on his elbow and smiling at me.

  Dear lord, I cannot catch a break tonight. So I down half the appletini before I reply. “You could say that.”