Two Doms, one submissive… can they share nicely?
Her Two Doms
A sexy, contemporary, menage romance by Ashe Barker.
Release Date: April 5, 2018
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They’re not at school now. These are games for grown-ups, and Ellie’s not sure of the rules
They were her heroes, her golden boys. But the two men she’s loved since they were all at school together don’t even recognise her.
A chance encounter on a train threatens to destroy Ellie’s fragile dream. Reunited with the now Duke of Erskine and his best friend, international footballer Declan Stone, she lies yet again to protect herself. But this time she doesn’t get away with it.
They want her, they always did. And there was a time she would have done anything for them. But can the quiet, studious Ellie learn to play grown-up games with two rich and powerful men? Does she dare to? What will Her Two Doms demand of her, and does she want to be sucked into their world again?
“We like beautiful things, too. Come here, Ellie.”
Fraze’s tone has lowered an octave or three. Declan says nothing, but he is leaning on the pole at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed. Both men allow their gazes to travel over every inch of me and make no secret of their appraisal. I start to feel like a precious artefact myself.
“Come here,” Fraze repeats. “Stand at the foot of the bed and keep still. I’ll watch while Dec undresses you.”
I swallow but obey. This is no time to be coy. I haven’t yet fathomed how this will all work, exactly, but I know it’s what I want. There are three of us in this relationship.
Declan steps forward, cups my chin in his hand, and kisses me. I part my lips and gasp as he plunges his tongue into my mouth, and lift my hands to grip his arms when he tilts my head back to deepen the kiss. My knees are ready to give way by the time he lifts his mouth from mine.
“So responsive. We’re going to have lots of fun with you, little Ellie Scott.” His voice is rich and dark, like chocolate. His words wash over me, through me, and my panties dampen.
Oh. My. God.
Slowly, deliberately, Declan circles me. He stops behind me and undoes the buttons at the back of my top. Then he tugs it from the waistband of my knee-length pencil skirt. He grasps the hem and raises it. Without being asked, I lift my arms to let him slide the garment off. He ignores my crimson bra for the time being, preferring to undo the button at my left hip and then slowly slide the zipper down to loosen my skirt. He peels the fabric down over my hips and my legs to let it fall in a heap around my ankles. I bless the impulse which took me into Ann Summers’ a few weeks ago, where I purchased a gorgeous matching set of bra and panties in a siren shade of red, and the sleek pearl-coloured stockings. Now, standing before these two beautiful men wearing just those items of lingerie, I feel every bit as beautiful as Fraze suggested.
Declan is still positioned behind me. He kisses the nape of my neck, then unclasps my bra. The cups fall forward, free, and I briefly catch them in my arms before allowing the bra to drop to the floor, too. Fraze’s lip quirks as he peruses my naked breasts, and I wait for him to say something.
His appreciative silence speaks far louder to me than words might have. His eyes darken, the green deepening to near black. My nipples swell and stiffen under his scrutiny, and I know Fraze will not have missed any of the detail of my response. I might have lifted my hands to cover myself, quite overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze, but Declan’s hand in the middle of my shoulder blades and his murmured command to lean forward breaks the spell.
I bend at the waist and place my hands on the mattress, on either side of Fraze’s feet. I look up and meet his steady gaze as Declan peels my panties away. I step out of them when he taps my ankle.
“I like the stockings. They can stay,” announces Declan, straightening.
When I would have stood upright again also, he places his hand on my back. “No. You stay there. Here’s how this will work. You’ll look at Fraze while I spank you. Don’t look away, and don’t move. You maintain eye contact with Fraze all through your spanking. Then, after, when I put my fingers inside you, you’ll keep on looking at him. You’ll probably come around about then, but still you maintain eye contact. Fraze will watch, he’ll be there, inside your head while you lose control. He and I will be talking, but you’ll say nothing unless one of us asks you a direct question. When I fuck you, you’ll still be looking at Fraze. He’ll be in your head while I’m in your pussy.” He pauses, “Any questions?”
Yes! I have a million questions. But I shake my head. “No. I understand.”
About the Author
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.