Blurb:
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public
exhibition, spanking, food play, sex toys, HEA]Eight years ago Jesse Colter fled his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old Sarah Marshall. Now a retired Navy SEAL, he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah Marshall—bound, naked, and kneeling before him.
Sarah has never forgotten Jesse, the object of all her sexual fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star of nightly dreams that have become increasingly erotic over the years. So when he suddenly reappears in her life, she warily agrees to let him introduce her to his world—the world of BDSM. When he also introduces her to his best friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces the challenge of submitting to two powerful, Dominant men.
But Sarah has an even bigger challenge. A stalker. Someone from her past, determined to destroy any chance she has at happiness. Can Adam and Jesse love and protect her? Or will her world explode in betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?
Review:
Two words: It’s hot! When this repressed,
small-town, good-girl is finally convinced to let her hair down she becomes
quite the vixen! It takes two experienced Doms to do it, but hey, everyone needs
a goal.
I really enjoyed the intrigue. The who’s-the-bad-guy
part was just as entertaining as the steamy bits. There is quite a bit of head-hopping.
I really had to slow down my usual reading pace to ensure I understood whose
thoughts I was reading.
Overall, Loving Sarah was an interesting and
entertaining read. The heroine is hot and willing. The Doms are sexy and firmly
in control. There’s plenty of molten lava sex. The ending is satisfying and
sets up the next book very well. It has a sextreme rating for a reason. You’re
not going to want anyone reading over your shoulder for this one!
I recommend this one with a glass of wine and your
favorite, cozy spot.
Excerpt:
“Count, Sarah.”
“O-one. Sir.” She sounded
like she was being strangled.
“What else?”
“Um, th-thank you, Sir.” Ragged
sobs shredded her throat, nearly choking her as she struggled to push away the
pain pounding through her in waves. Sweat plastered her hair to her head and
shoulders, her bangs to her face. It dripped from her chin, her nose, her
nipples. It stung her eyes. Snot dripped from her nose, drool from the corners
of her mouth. Tears streamed unheeded down her cheeks as she heaved air into
her famished lungs.
Still cradling her face between his
palms, Adam pressed his lips against her forehead.
“Keep your eyes open, love.
Concentrate on me, on my hands touching you.”
A whistling sound warned her the
next blow was coming, but by the time she tensed up, it had already struck her
“sweet spot,” the crease where the curve of her
ass met the tops of her thighs. Her muscles clenched and unclenched in a futile
attempt to move away from the horrific pain. She grunted, but didn’t scream,
and even managed to say, “Two, thank
you, Sir,” in a voice that trembled. God, she was going to die from this!
Blow three struck midway between
the first two, blow four across the tops of her thighs, barely giving her mind
and body time to process the one before the other fell. Blows five and six
followed in rapid succession, angled expertly across her ass cheeks, marking
her with a fiery red X on her smooth, creamy skin. She went rigid, tight as a
fist, as her entire body shook with silent screams of agony. Yet,
somehow, she managed to keep count and thank Jesse for each and every one.
Sobs wracked her slender body. She
heard the cane rattle on the floor as Jesse threw it from him. Hands mercifully
released her restraints as she sought to assimilate what had just happened to her.
Pain. Piercing, searing, forbidding pain. Battering her. Brutalizing
her! Setting her ass on fire, as if she’d been dipped in a river of molten
lava!
And yet…even through the fiery
conflagration she could feel her inner core clenching and unclenching with
unfulfilled desire. Blazing with a need that roared through her like an
avalanche, threatening to swallow her alive, she lifted her head and stared at
Adam, glassy-eyed and disoriented from the irreconcilable sensations ripping
through her.
“Adam,” she begged, her voice tight
with the hunger that threatened to unravel her. “Jesse.” She turned her head to
look over her shoulder. “Please, Master, Sir, I need—I need—” She was fighting
for every breath, her lungs heaving with desperate effort. Never had she been
so overcome with need. It rampaged through her veins, white-hot and
destructive. It wrapped around her, threatening to suffocate her in its
insidious embrace.
Abruptly, Adam straightened, his
hard fingers beneath her chin lifting her face, lifting her entire upper body.
He knew what she needed. He’d been waiting for it, because he needed it, too.
“Open,” he commanded harshly, barely giving her time to do so before thrusting
his cock into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. She choked before
finally managing to suppress her gag reflex, her throat muscles tightening
around his tip as she swallowed convulsively.
The motion wrenched a hoarse cry
out of him as a ferocious pleasure gripped him. Jesus Christ on a cracker!
Her mouth was sheer ecstasy! Wet. Tight. So fucking hot!
Discipline shot all to hell, he began thrusting ruthlessly in and out of her
mouth.
Jesse grabbed her hips and slammed
his cock into her fiery cunt, thrusting deep, as if he were trying to pierce
her very heart. The slam of his pelvis against her ass struck the newly raised
welts, causing her to loosen her mouth around Adam’s penis, howling as pain
resonated through her, straight to her cunt, her clit, her tortured nipples,
where a perverse kind of pleasure awaited it.
The dual sensations met, joined,
spiraling and twisting deep within her core, blending together until all she
felt was a pleasure so excruciating she thought she was going to die. Both men
began thrusting in unison into her mouth and cunt, driving up her excitement
until she was hovering right on the edge, needing just that little touch more
to tip her over. Then Jesse reached around her and rasped his thumb across
her clit.
She shrieked, her entire body going
rigid as she poised right on the edge, about to tip over. So close…So close.
“Not yet, Sarah.”
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh—“Please.
Please. I need…”
“Look at me, sweet pea.”
Her gaze flew up to meet the deep,
deep blue of Adam’s. But there was no blue. It had been swallowed up by a lust
so fierce, there was nothing left but black. The expression on his face stopped
her heart, leaving it stumbling blindly around, seeking its normal rhythm. She
couldn’t look away as release mounted within her like molten lava rising in a
magma chamber—a release that hovered just beyond her reach.
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