MY TWO DOMS: HOT HARD MENAGE #3

MY TWO DOMS: HOT HARD MENAGE #3 by Erika Masten Read Free Book Online

Book: MY TWO DOMS: HOT HARD MENAGE #3 by Erika Masten Read Free Book Online
Authors: Erika Masten
MY
TWO DOMS: HOT HARD MENAGE #3
     
    by
    Erika
Masten
     
     
    Copyright © 2011 Erika Masten.
    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
     
     
    Erika Masten
    [email protected]
    http://erikamasten.com
     
     
    Published
by Sticky Sweet Books.   This book
contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and
Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. Without
limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication
may be reproduced, stored on, or introduced into a retrieval system, or
transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical,
photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of
both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.
     
    This
is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons or events are purely
coincidental.
     
    Warning:
Explicit content. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted
herein are 18 years or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual
nature.
     
    This
is a work of erotic fantasy. In real life, please protect yourself and your
lover by always practicing safe sex.
     
     
    TABLE
OF CONTENTS
     
    My
Two Doms: Hot Hard Menage #3
     
    Excerpt
From
    A
Firm Hand: Dominated #4
     
    Excerpt
From
    Bad
Boys’ Submissive: Hot Hard Menage #2
     
     
    MY TWO DOMS: HOT
HARD MENAGE #3
     
    In my defense, it has been a long week, staring at
brain-numbing spreadsheets all day at work and avoiding phone calls and
unannounced visits from my hot-and-cold, on-again off-again ex-boyfriend trying
to get me to talk to him. It’s Friday at last, and I drag myself home and peek
into the mailbox to find a handful of junk mail and a magazine in a plain brown
wrapper. For a few seconds, my mood lightens, and my heart jumps just a little,
and I feel like maybe the world isn’t out to make me completely miserable. I
can see my evening now: one of the food channels on in the background, comfy
tank top and boy shorts, a glass of wine in the air conditioned comfort of my
bedroom, and a little smutty reading to give me good dreams.
    With the junk mail stacked on top of the magazine,
all cradled in the crook of my arm, I trudge up the porch steps while reading
the front of the first few envelopes and using one long fingernail to tear the
two circular seals on the magazine wrapper. Zoe
Baker, you may already be a winner! Are you paying too much for car insurance?
Limited introductory offer! I keep a small waste basket inside my front
door, under the entry table, for just these occasions. It only takes me a few
seconds to relegate the whole pile of white envelopes to the trash.
    Then it’s just me and my illicit reading material. I
take a deep breath of chilled air and shake the layered bangs of my dark
wine-red hair back from my face, let my shoulders hang for a few seconds and
roll my head. Removing a few pins allows my businesslike twist to fall into a
more relaxed ponytail. I should just put the magazine down, fix dinner and do a
couple of chores, and wait until I’m ready to settle in for the night. But it’s
been such a shitty week…
    I flip open the brown flap, thinking I’ll just see
what the steamy cover image is and take a look at the titles for this month’s
stories—build a little anticipation. The bright red background is the first
thing that jumps out at me, followed immediately by the busty brunette cover
model decked out in a leather and chain harness teddy with a chain strap pulled
tight between the lips of her shaved slit, against her clit. Her arms are bound
behind her back, forcing her to arch, to thrust up her bare tits in offering.
Even with a red ball gag stretching her mouth open, she still looks like she’s
moaning in ecstasy.
    My first thought is that they’ve gone a lot more hardcore this month. My second
thought is I’m a little ashamed to admit—even to myself—that I like it, so much
so that my nipples have gone hard in an instant and I can

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