BDSM Mega Boxed Set

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

  After my doms unfasten me from the bed, Isaiah helps me slips into a silky crème robe. The crowd begins to filter out of the room.

  “You were amazing.” He draws me into his arms and kisses my forehead.

  “That was a memorable performance, Maya,” Sawyer adds, running his big hand up my back and dipping his head to kiss my neck. “You’ll be remembered inside Surrender Sanctuary.”

  “Now, let’s go celebrate with the others.” Isaiah offers his hand to lead me from the stage. “There’s someone we both want you to meet.”

  It’s time. My chest tightens from the impending loss. I won’t get to say goodbye.

  Faking a smile, I say, “I’ll be right there. I just need to go to the bathroom.”

  Sawyer moves toward my other side. “It’s right beside the stage. I’ll show you.”

  “Thank you.” I can’t meet his eyes as he walks me to the wooden door with a golden knob.

  Before he leaves me, I catch him in a quick hug, brush a swift kiss over his lips. “You and Isaiah mean everything to me. Please don’t forget that.” Then before he can reply, I disappear inside the bathroom.

  I peek out after a few minutes to ensure I’m alone. Then I pad across the floor, moving toward the exit. My destination is the front desk, and I can only hope my bluff works.

  The beautiful green eyed girl smiles as I approach. I feign illness, rubbing my forehead as if I’m in distress. Here’s hoping I’m a decent enough actress to pull this off.

  In a reedy voice, I say, “Could you please call me a cab?”

  She blinks rapidly in shock. “Oh… is everything all right?”

  “I’m feeling a little ill after my performance. I hate to miss the rest of the evening, but I think I’ll head home.”

  “Shouldn’t your doms be escorting you?” Her hand hovers over a phone on the front desk. “Would you like me to call them?”

  Fear leaps into my throat but I fake a calm composure. “Oh, no, they already know. I just excused myself and told them to stay, enjoy the night. I don’t want to ruin their fun. I’ll take a cab and leave the car for them.”

  This seems to convince her, but her frown shows doubt lingers. Still she calls me a cab and I’m soon off, back to the mansion I share with Isaiah and Sawyer. After quickly packing up my meager belongings, I slip back into the taxi and give him my brother’s address. As we pull out the front gates, I let myself quietly sob.

  ***

  Ethan’s number pops up on my cell again and I’m glad I’ve switched from ring to vibrate. This is the fifth time he’s called and it isn’t even noon. Saturday has passed in a blur of tissues and hiding out in the spare room of Xander and Patty’s home. If Xander heard my cell ringing too many times, he’d definitely want to know what is up. Already he’s been bugging me to find out what’s wrong.

  “You look pale and tired,” he says, his brow furrowing as he enters the spare room again to check on me.

  “I’m fine.” I wave him off and sink deeper beneath the quilt. “Worry about yourself, not me.”

  “You’re my little sister. It’s my job to worry about you.” He sits on the edge of the bed. “Is it your job? Something up at college?”

  I shake my head and avoid his eyes. “I think I have the flu. I probably shouldn’t be here. You or Josh or Patty could catch the bug.” Hopefully this convinces him to leave the room.

  But he remains. “I think you’re full of shit, sis. But I know you don’t want to talk about it. I’m here if you need to, though, okay? Patty, too.”

  I nod, sit up, and give my brother a big hug. “Thanks, Xander.”

  He squeezes me tighter. “No problem. It’s what big brothers do.”

  Finally he leaves and my cell rings again. Ethan for a sixth time. I wonder how he’s doing as my replacement. How did Isaiah and Sawyer react to my leaving? And has Ethan met the new lady in their life? My stomach sinks as that last thought drifts through my mind. I shove my vibrating cell into the nightstand drawer, crawl farther under the covers, and wish for the oblivion of sleep.

  ***

  Ethan makes a beeline toward me Monday morning after I take a seat in our English 210 class. He looks harried. His blond, short spikes are ruffled and his cheeks are dark with stubble. A surprise on my usually clean shaven, always crisp best friend.

  He sits in the seat beside me and leans over. “Why didn’t you answer your phone? Do you know what I’ve been through this weekend? Isaiah and Sawyer are super pissed with you.” He pushes his thin rimmed glasses up his nose. Sweat dampens his smooth brow.

  “I’m sorry.” I shrink down in my chair, feeling like a heel for putting Ethan in this situation. “Did you meet their new girlfriend?” My throat tightens and anger burns low in my belly as the words leave my lips.

  “New girlfriend?” Ethan frowns at me. “What are you talking about?”

  “Isaiah told me there was a new woman in their life.” I almost choke on the admission. “I think they wanted me to meet her Friday night.”

  “Are you kidding?” Ethan leans closer and his voice becomes an incredulous hiss. “The new woman is you, dumbass! They were going to propose to you Friday night.”

  My jaw drops open. “What?”

  But any further words are stopped by Professor Melville’s entrance. He tells the class to make sure all their phones are shut off, unless they want to be kicked out for an interrupting ringtone. Ethan shoots me a dirty look and I sink down even farther in my seat, avoiding his accusatory gaze as I focus on our teacher.

  They were going to propose to me? This revelation is all I can think about, and it drowns out the professor’s words. My heart clenches and I hate myself for assuming. I should have asked them, should have trusted them. How could I have been such a stupid fool?

  Moments later, shock number two enters the class. A collective gasp rises up from the students as a very angry Isaiah stomps into the room. My pulse picks up to a frantic pace as Professor Melville demands to know what Isaiah is doing interrupting his class.

  “I apologize,” he says to the professor before he stalks up the stairs leading to my seat, his eyes centered on me and ablaze with rage. “This will only take a moment.”

  Just as he’s squeezing past Ethan, Sawyer runs into the classroom. He makes an apology to the protesting professor than speeds up the stairs. “Dammit, Isaiah, I told you to wait!”

  “This can’t wait,” Isaiah snaps back. He now towers over me as I cower in my chair and peer up at him.

  “You didn’t even leave a note.” He shakes his head at me. “Do you know how upset the children are?” His massive arms cross over his muscular chest. “How upset Sawyer and I were? We searched the Surrender grounds and resort for hours looking for you. Why the fuck did you run away from us?”

  Before I can say a word, Ethan pipes up, “She thought you two were seeing another woman.” At Isaiah’s incredulous glare, he adds, “I know. I don’t get it either.”

  I’m tempted to punch him in the arm for that less-than-helpful interruption, but I’m too riveted by the rage pouring off Isaiah and aimed in my direction.

  Sawyer wedges his way past Ethan and grabs Isaiah’s arm. He looks at me, and his eyes are also filled with anger. But something else that stabs at my heart all the more. He appears truly hurt, disappointed in me.

  “We’ll talk later,” he says to me. “After class.”

  “Like hell we’ll wait until later.” Isaiah reaches down and ensnares my arm. “We’re going outside to talk now.”

  I don’t resist. Instead I follow the two men out of the classroom, my face burning at the intense stares of my classmates. I mumble an apology to the professor as we head out the door.

  Isaiah pulls me along and Sawyer walks at my side, gripping my other hand. We stop in the college’s open field that stretches out between the main campus and the administrative buildings. Isaiah sits on a stone bench under a tall oak, and Sawyer pulls me down between them as he sits.

 
I hold my breath, waiting for someone to speak. Finally Isaiah pins me with that angry glare again and says, “Why didn’t you come to us about your concern? How could you just walk out like that?”

  My gut burns with guilt. My chest tightens and I can’t hold his stare. I’m too ashamed. “I’m sorry. I should’ve asked you about the woman. Should’ve known it was me. But that day in the park, it seemed like you were talking about someone else.”

  Isaiah’s face softens and he strokes his broad fingers over my knuckles. “That day in the park I was gauging your reaction. I should’ve been more blunt, should’ve told you that you were the one. I, too, assumed you would know.”

  Sawyer takes my other hand and kisses the open palm. “Isaiah wanted to know if you’d be happy with us, as did I. We should’ve just come out and asked you how you felt about adopting our kids.”

  My eyes widen and my heart lifts with joy.

  “Isaiah continues, “We should’ve asked you to marry us that day. Maya, when you told me your views on children, that you were such a supporter of adoption…” He strokes a tendril of hair from my face. “You said the very thing I wanted to hear. Will you marry us and be the mother of our kids? Shanae, Jaden, and Marta adore you. They’re a mess without you, as are we.”

  My throat tightens and my eyes grow blurry with tears.

  Sawyer cups my chin and tugs it so I look in his direction. “We know you want to finish college, and we respect that, and plan to help you all the way. Maya, we love you. Be our wife.”

  I throw my arms around their wide shoulders and yank them close. “Yes. Yes, and yes again. You’re a part of my family already, and I love you all very much.”

  We embrace on the bench, holding one another tight and vowing never to part again. I can’t wait to get back to the mansion after classes and see the kids, then sleep in my doms’ arms tonight.

  ***

  Sawyer lifts his wrists and places them at either side of the metal frame. Isaiah hands me a silky hemp rope.

  “Hemp is best for binding,” he tells me as we begin to work intricate knots around Sawyer. “It’s less likely to chafe, has a sweet smell, and it’s soft against the skin.”

  We make loops up his arms, across his biceps, down around his torso. The ropes gleams moon-white as our fingers work. Isaiah tells me how we place the rope and knots is important. He shows me how to bind Sawyer so that the hemp cord accentuates his muscles, his beauty. When we’re done tying him to the frame, he looks like a gleaming god caught up in a satin spider web. The final effect is quite breathtaking.

  Tonight, to celebrate my return, I get to be one of the dominants in our play, plus it gives my lovers a chance to train me in the art of domination. Isaiah and I stand back to admire our handiwork and Sawyer writhes, but it’s all for show. I think our submissive wants a spanking, so he’s being bad on purpose.

  “Be still, sub,” I say, making my voice commanding as I grab his chin and force him to look into my eyes. “You’ve already broken the rules. That’s earned you a punishment.”

  It feels strange, this role reversal, but I enjoy the power my men have given me. Sawyer’s eyes glitter at my promise of punishment.

  “I’m sorry, mistress.” He dips his head in a gesture of surrender. “I’ll try and behave.”

  Isaiah snorts as he picks up the bullwhip and moves behind our bound lover. “Right. You love being naughty.”

  He draws the whip back and it sails through the air before it cracks across Sawyer’s ass. Sawyer bucks forward, but the ropes hold him fast. He grits his teeth and the veins in his neck bulge from the effort it takes to restrain himself.

  I dip to my knees in front of him. “If you don’t behave, you don’t get to come.”

  He glances down at me but says nothing, since we haven’t given him permission.

  Isaiah draws the whip back and plants more whacks across our lover’s firm buttocks. Sawyer’s face grows red when I touch his stiffening cock and begin to stroke him up and down in time with Isaiah’s strikes. His forehead beads with sweat.

  Isaiah puts the whip back and grabs a soothing lotion for Sawyer’s ass and back. He sighs when the fragrant balm touches his skin and I stop teasing his cock.

  “Do you want another punishment, sub?” I admonish him. “Control yourself.”

  “Sorry, mistress,” he grunts out.

  I lick beneath his glans and feel his strong thigh twitch under my palm. Then I lap pearly pre-cum from his hole while Isaiah rubs lotion over his lower back, down the crack of his ass. Sawyer hisses air between his teeth and a molten heat flows from my lower belly through my sex. This exquisite torture makes his cock swell more in my hands.

  I slide my lips over his plump head and sweep my tongue over his veiny shaft as Isaiah sheds his pants behind our tethered submissive. My pussy grows wetter at his nakedness and what is to follow. My heart pumps stronger from anticipation.

  Around the base of his penis, I curl one hand, which I also use to tease and pluck at his balls while I deep throat him. Swiftly I glide my mouth up and down, up and down his shaft. My other hand grips his thigh still, and his muscles tremble from the exertion of staving off release. It must be maddening not to thrust into my warm, wet mouth.

  “Do you like that, sub?” Isaiah whispers in his ear while I press my tongue into Sawyer’s balls, working his slippery cock with my grip. “Do you want me to fuck your sweet ass while she sucks you off?”

  “Yes, sir,” Sawyer croaks. “Yes, please, sir.”

  Isaiah parts our lover’s cheeks and runs his meaty dick up and down his crack. “You may show your pleasure. We won’t punish you for your reactions.”

  At this permission, Sawyer throws his head back and groans loudly. Isaiah plunges his glans into our sub’s anus and works his big cock in slowly, sensuously. My pussy throbs as I watch him enter our lover.

  Sawyer thrust into my mouth. Deeper and deeper. I caress his balls, bringing him closer to orgasm as he pumps in and out. Isaiah wraps a big arm around our lover’s chest and holds him close while he thrust inside of him faster and faster.

  “You may come now, sub,” he growls in Sawyer’s ear. “Come deep down your mistress’ throat, and then you’ll reward her with pleasure when we untie you.”

  “Y-yes sir.” Sawyer’s voice is so raspy I barely make out the words.

  He responds to my mouth and the fucking he takes with wild abandon. His cock bumps into the back of my throat and hot, salty semen spills down my gullet. When he’s done, I pull him from my mouth and lick his head clean. After another few sharp, quick thrusts, Isaiah comes deep inside him.

  Naked and gleaming, Isaiah walks around front our bound lover, wearing a sexy grin as he offers me his hand. “Now, mistress, let’s untie him and he’ll return the favor. I can’t wait for us both to be inside of you.”

  My face heats with desire and love. The blush is a hint of the shy girl I once was. But in these men’s arms I’ve found a sexual freedom I never thought I’d know. They’ve released me and given me strength to find who I truly am.

  “Yes, sir,” I say, taking my dom’s hand. “I can’t wait to take all the pleasure you both have to give.”

  ***

  Surrender To His Demands

  Surrender Series Vol. 6

  By C.J. Sneere

  Man love BDSM romance with a mysterious magician dom.

  ***

  Surrender To His Demands

  I stare at the letter, reading it again. Rage simmers through my veins, making me want to punch a wall. It’s from Gemini Holdings Inc., and the notice informs me I have one month to pay all past due rent. A word of advice: never date your landlord. When it ends ugly, that bitch will put you through hell, literally.

  When I first met Isaac Gemini, instant attraction sparked between myself and this rental properties mogul. He came into my shop not long after I opened, looking for a tattoo of an ouroboros with an infinity symbol at its center. We became lovers that night. Eight months late
r, it ended acrimoniously. I got tired of being treated like his brainless boy toy, and he didn’t like anyone having the balls to tell him “No.”

  Two months after it ended, he started fucking with my business.

  “That sonofabitch.” I crumple up the letter and hurl it at the trash just as Laura, my best friend and fellow tattooist, walks in the back room after finishing up with a client.

  “Let me guess.” She grabs the ball of paper and tosses it between her hands. “Another love note from Isaac?”

  I sneer. “Wouldn’t you know it? That bastard is determined to put me out of business. And all ’cause I bruised his poor little ego.”

  “He’s an asshole, Chad.” She comes over and puts an arm around my shoulder. “Maybe it’s time we ditch this place? Look for another shop to rent?”

  “No way.” I shake my head emphatically. “I’m not letting him bully me out of here. This is a prime location. That’s why I rented it.”

  “Yeah, it’s a prime location.” She sighs. “When it’s open. You know he’ll keep playing these games until he forces you out, right?”

  I stew over what she’s just said. Fact is, she’s probably right. Isaac has the power and influence to do just that. He’s been screwing with my business—Inked & Loaded—ever since we broke up. Sudden renovations needed to the building without informing me and Laura, hiking the rent up to exorbitant amounts. I went to rent control and they all but laughed in my face. Isaac has a lot of powerful people in this city tucked in his pocket. His impromptu renovations kept us closed for three months.

  Laura thankfully has a second job to help her out, one she doesn’t talk about much, and I don’t pry. That’s the code of our friendship, and it has been since high school. All I know is she works in some exclusive club in the city that gains special favors from powerful people and caters to an elite clientele.