Is she quite ready for their grown-up games?
Her Two Doms
A sexy, contemporary, menage Romance
by Ashe Barker
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?
“What do I need to do? Do I undress?”
“You can. Or you could just drop your trousers to your knees, pull down your underwear, and lean across the back of the couch. We’ll do the rest.”
I close my eyes, take a deep, steadying breath. This is it. It’s happening. Now.
I stand up and kick off my shoes, take another breath. Then another. Then, I reach for the button at the front of my trousers.
I’m glad the trousers are loose fitting because they slither down to my knees without any effort on my part. I look from Fraze to Declan and back again, seeking guidance.
“Kneel on the settee facing the back.” Declan assists me in getting onto the sofa. “Now lean forward and rest your elbows on the top.” He helps me to get into position. “Yes, that’s good. Lift your bottom up a bit more and your shoulders need to be lower. Can we just lift this up a bit…?” He takes the loose hem of my blouse which had been neatly tucked inside my trousers and is now flapping loose about my hips. He rolls the fabric up my back to just above my waist to keep it out of the way. “Perfect. So now, we just need to slide these down…”
His fingers are on the waistband of my best satin briefs. He waits until I nod my permission, then he peels them down to my knees as well.
I am exposed, my bottom bared for spanking. They have only to tilt their heads a fraction and they will see my disgracefully wet pussy lips, my swollen labia, the pinkness of my slit. If I shift just a little, spread my legs the tiniest bit, they would see my clit, too, and then they would be in no doubt about how hopelessly aroused I am by all of this.
The room is warm, but the draught of air wafting across my naked buttocks reminds me of my vulnerability. A shiver ripples through my body, and when they both take up positions behind me, it’s all I can do to remain in place.
“Such a lovely arse,” observes Declan, “so pale and creamy.”
“And curvy,” adds Fraze.
Is he saying I have a fat bottom? I clench my buttocks, beyond humiliated.
“Perfect,” Fraze clarifies, “fucking perfect.”
“Are you ready, Ellie?” Declan lays his warm palm on my left bottom cheek and squeezes gently. I nod, so he continues. “Fraze will start, with the flogger. When you’re warmed up a bit I’ll join in, with the crop. We’ll check with you often that you’re all right, but you just have to say ‘stop’ and it’s over. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I mutter. Now that I’m here I just want to get started. My imagination is all over the place. I need the reality of the spanking to ground me again. I need to know.
“Oh!” I let out a startled cry at the first feather-like stroke of the flogger. I’d clenched up, braced myself expecting something sharp, fierce. Instead I receive a soft whisper which dances across my backside, almost a caress. I glance back over my right shoulder, catch Fraze’s eye.
“So far so good?” He raises that expressive eyebrow again and waits for my answer.
“Yes. So far so good.”
I remain in place and sigh with each new stroke. I soon lose count. Fraze treats my buttocks and the backs of my thighs to the delicate shimmer of the flogger tendrils. They snake across my skin. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the intensity builds. I’m not sure if Fraze is adding weight to the strokes or if it’s just that my skin is more sensitive, but it starts to hurt. A little, but in a curiously good way. I writhe and shift as the heat builds and I lift up my bottom as though seeking more—I crave the sharpness of the strands colliding with my skin. I want him to hit me harder, faster. I let out a frustrated mewl when he pauses.
“My turn now.” Declan lays his hand on my bottom again, and this time I flinch. He chuckles. “Nicely warmed up. Now for the sizzle.
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.
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