Thanks so much for hosting my new release today. Her
Husband’s Army Buddy is out now, and the first in a new series called McLeod
Security.
Like so many of my stories, this one started as a flash on
my blog. Little did I know then, that it would evolve into a series. When I
expanded the flash, it was to be a short story in honor of one of my reader’s
birthdays. The Sandy in the story :)
As I wrote it took on a life of its own, side characters
popped up demanding their story to be told, and hey presto a new series was
born. Book two is already completed and the next two are in the planning
stages, so watch this space as they.
I should add that all stories will be Standalones, loosely
connected through McLeod Security, some darker than others, with different
pairings and D/s dynamics, and familiar characters will pop up throughout.
Blurb:
McLeod
Security, 1
There
should only ever be two people in a marriage...
Sandy
McLeod has been perfectly happy in her D/s relationship with her husband Zane
for the last ten years. Until his old army buddy re-enters their life.
Sean
Manson is altogether too handsome, too virile, far too much of anything. The
man oozes dominance, danger, and leashed aggression, and Sandy can’t help but
respond to him. Neither can Zane. He walked away from Sean once. Now, he’s
back, long suppressed feelings bubble to the surface and cannot be denied. When
Sandy agrees to a threesome, happiness seems within their grasp. Sean’s demons,
however, threaten to destroy everything they hold dear.
Sean
never meant to come between husband and wife, let alone hurt either one of
them. Surely, the only solution is to walk away from them both. When you’re the
missing piece, however, walking is simply not an option.
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), anal sex, BDSM, m/m sex, sex toys, double
penetration
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Excerpt:
“We need to get her out of this dress, Sir.”
Hearing her husband address Sean like that gave her a secret
thrill, the likes of which she wouldn’t have thought possible. To know that she
was at the mercy of two Doms, one of which was an unknown entity made this
whole thing extra exciting. Whether it was the perceived danger Sean
represented, the not knowing how far he would take things, her befuddled brain
couldn’t quite figure out. She stopped thinking altogether when Zane unzipped
her dress at the back, followed by the snap on her bra and slid his hands
around her ribcage to cup her freed breasts.
“Let her go a minute so we can lose these contraptions.”
Zane’s grumbled command pitched her need even higher.
Sean stopped kissing her, the pressure on her wrists ceased,
and in the next instant she was naked, barring her soaked through thong, hold-up
stockings, and the heels she still wore.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Sean’s deep voice showed his
admiration of her body as much as his perusal of her as he stepped back and let
his hot gaze roam all over. “Spread her for me, so that I can look my fill of
our sweet cunt.”
The dirty words turned her on almost as much as her
husband’s immediate response.
“Your wish is my command, Sir.”
Zane kicked her legs apart and held her wrists firmly behind
her back. Sean, in the meantime, shrugged out of his shirt, and kicked his
shoes and trousers off with a speed that left her dizzy. As did the size of his
erection straining against the damp confines of his boxers. To know she’d done
that to him was a heady aphrodisiac indeed, as was her husband’s erection
pushing against her ass.
Sean divested himself of his boxers, too, and she gasped
when his thick shaft bobbed up to his navel. She’d been right. He was huge.
While his girth wasn’t as thick as Zane’s he had a good half inch in length,
and Zane wasn’t exactly small in that department.
Heavily veined, Sean’s magnificent cock looked ready to
explode all over again, the broad tip already glistening in pre-cum.
She wanted to taste him so badly, yet Zane’s grip on her wrists
stopped her from reaching out. As though Sean had read her thoughts, he groaned
and, taking his shaft in his hand, pumped a few times along its length.
“Soon, you get to suck my cock, sweet girl, but for now, I
need to taste you properly.” With that he got to his knees. As tall as he was
that action brought his head level with her breasts, and he wasted no time in
taking full advantage of that fact. Sean held each breast in his large hand,
and grinning up at her pushed them together, before he took both nipples into
his mouth and sucked hard.
Sandy tugged at Zane’s restraints, and her knees would have
buckled had Zane not pushed his thigh between her legs to keep her upright. Her
head fell back against his shoulder, and she gave herself over to the intense
sensations Sean’s talented tongue subjected her to. Her nipples had always been
sensitive, a livewire straight to her clit, and with the dual sensation of
Sean’s sucks and the gentle friction Zane’s leg created between her thighs, she
climbed the rungs of arousal in record time. Her hips bucked against her
husband’s leg as she sought to increase the friction she needed to go over.
A sharp bite to her shoulder coincided with Sean releasing
his hold on her nipples with an audible pop.
“No coming without your Sirs’ permission, baby girl, or
we’ll leave you hanging.”
Sure enough, Zane withdrew his thigh, while Sean grasped her
hips to keep her steady. He kissed his way down her soft belly, interspersing
kisses with little bites that left her hovering on the precipice. He bypassed
her pussy and, flinging one of her legs over his shoulder, nibbled along the
edge of her stocking.
“Hmm, as much as I love these, they need to come off. Look
at me, pet.”
Sandy’s eyes flew open, and the sight of Sean between her
legs made another gush of moisture trickle past the elastic of her thong. He
licked that trail away, and she groaned.
“Please, I need to, please.”
Grinning, Sean blew a stream of hot air across her still
covered slit, and her clit contracted in need.
“What do you need, sweet Sandy? Do you need to come?” He
nudged his nose along her vulva, inhaling deeply, and Sandy jerked. Not that it
got her very far because Zane’s hold on her wrists never lessened, and Sean’s
fingers dug into her hips with so much pressure, she would surely be left with
bruises. The thought of carrying his marks made breathing even more difficult,
and she groaned her reply.
“Please, so close, I … God…”
She wasn’t entirely sure what pleas were spilling from her
lips, and in truth she was far too gone to care. With Zane’s harsh breaths in
her ear, and Sean’s dirty words she was a goner.
“So very eager. I can see your little clit push against this
lace. You’re close, aren’t you, sweet thing? Such a turn-on. What do you think,
Zane, should we let her come or torture her some more?”
Sean let go of her hips briefly to tear her thong clean off
of her, and then he looked his fill.
“So very wet, and pink. Your hole is clenching, begging to
be filled. What do you want in there, pet? My tongue? My fingers? My cock? Or
Zane’s? Tell me, or I’ll leave you hanging and fuck your husband instead.”
About Doris
Doris is a writer of
sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines
who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi,
BDSM, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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