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After swallowing hard, I let out a long, slow breath, painfully aware that Troy is studying my face, my smallest reaction. “I know power exchange is about more than just sex, and that’s fine with me. I see to what you need, don’t I? I’m good at it, and I enjoy it. It’s not a hit to my ego that I’m in a support position. It…it makes me feel good when I do something for you, when I…give you what you need.”
Troy is silent for the longest half minute of my life. The finger playing with my panties shifts so slightly, to gently trace the swollen lips of my sex. A heavy breath rushes out of me, and I catch my bottom lip in my teeth to try to quiet myself.
“And what if I required total power exchange, Claudia? If I said I would not tolerate any other man not related to you ever touching you again? If I expected you to be naked and bare and vulnerable at all times when in private? To manage my household and cook our meals, to bathe me like a servant girl or a slave and clean my cock with your mouth?”
It takes me a few seconds of sucking on my bottom lip, sinking my nails into the underside of the desk, waiting for the hot flush on my face to recede before I can speak. Even then, I manage only one word, whispering, “Gladly.”
If I expected this to give Troy pause, I’m miles off the mark. Instead, without a moment’s hesitation, his fingers dig under the crotch of my panties and grip the damp material. I instinctively spread my legs and angle my hips forward. God, if he puts his fingers inside me, I’ll come.
“And if I required your absolute sexual submission?” he growls, his nostrils flaring. “If I expected you to serve my every sexual desire, no matter how shameful or embarrassing? In private or in public? If I expected you to crawl and beg and call yourself my slut? If I wanted to tie you up? Put clamps on those hard nipples?” His knuckles dig into my slit, rubbing abruptly against my sensitive nub. “On your clit? What if I wanted to beat you with a whip or a flogger?”
I feel like I’m on fire with fever, slow-thinking and languid. “Would you?” I mumble, sounding drunk even to myself.
“Would I require all that of you?”
I shake my head no. That’s not what I mean. “Would you…please?”
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SATYRS: SUPERNATURAL MÉNAGE A QUATRE
AN EROTIC MÉNAGE SHORT
Deanna knows that Andy Nicholas and his brothers, Cole and Geordi, are sexier than any human men have the right to be. She’s about to find out why. Descendants of the Greek god of wine, the Nicholas boys are satyrs, and they’ve set their sights on Deanna as their maenad, the nymph who will slake their supernatural sexual appetites and bear their sons.
AN EXCERPT FROM ERIKA MASTEN’S
SATYRS: SUPERNATURAL MÉNAGE A QUATRE
Without me noticing, Andy slides over next to me, close enough to breathe against my shoulder and run his fingertip along my arm. I shiver. “He means our mother.”
“But we were talking about…” I pause and stare at Andy’s chiseled face, his features soft and relaxed as he brushes his lips against my ear. Again, I should tell him to stop, but my mind is elsewhere. “You don’t mean…”
On the opposite side of me, Cole sits up and nuzzles the other shoulder. “Our mother is a remarkable woman, more than enough for both of them, her Nicholas men.”
“I think I’m drunk,” I sigh heavily. “Because I should not be letting you do that, and I’d swear you just tried to tell me your mother…that she…”
“Loves both our father and our uncle,” Andy finishes for me, his fingers toying with the knot in my blouse. I grab at his hand with both of mine when I realize his fingertips are working the knot loose. “Belongs to both of them. Shares herself with both. She was human when she joined to them, but she’s their maenad now, their nymph. Still young and beautiful even decades later. That’s why she doesn’t come into town these days.”
My head is foggy. Not like I’d expect it to be, from all that wine, but still. I’m wresting with disbelief over what I think Andy is telling me when I realize Geordi has spread my legs and is kneeling between them.
The youngest brother traces his fingertips up my bare calves, saying, “We can’t actually say which is our father, but only one could legally marry our mother, so he gets the title, for sake of convenience.”
“Stop. I need to go home. I’m drunk,” I blurt, swallowing hard. My face is burning hot, my breath thick in my chest and throat.
“You’re not,” Andy tells me, kissing my neck, making my throat and chest and nipples tingle and burn. “It’s not that kind of wine. It won’t make you slur your words or stumble. Won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. But it will clear away those pesky inhibitions that keep you from admitting what you want.”
“What are you saying?” I breathe, relaxing my hands around Andy’s. He goes back to untying my blouse.
“Do you know what satyrs are, Deanna?” Cole whispers in my other ear. “Male fertility spirits, sons of the Greek god of wine.”
I shake my head no, only vaguely remembering Greek mythology from high school. Images of book illustrations, depicting men with hooves and huge cocks as they played pipes or chased women through forests, drift through my memory. Distressing, enticing images. They mingle with my memory of last night’s dream, like two separate photographs laid over one another to form a single image.
“What do you want, Deanna?” I hear Andy ask, his voice far away even though I’m looking into his bright blue eyes. There is a golden light behind them I have never seen before.
On my other side, Cole nips my earlobe, as his hand wanders up to my breasts, to massage and knead and squeeze. He growls under his breath. “Do you want us to take you, Deanna? Do you want us to strip these clothes off you and push your pretty, naked body down? Will you spread your little pink pussy for us?” Wicked voice, wicked tongue. My cunt throbs in answer.
Satyrs: Supernatural Ménage A Quatre is available now at online retailers.
DOMINATION ROMANCE BY ERIKA MASTEN
At His Whim: His #1
In His Service: His #2
At His Mercy: His #3
SHORT DOMINATION EROTICA BY ERIKA MASTEN
Priority Access: Uptown Sluts #3
Taken: Dominated #1
Tough Love: Dominated #2
Room Service: Dominated #3
A Firm Hand: Dominated #4
Dominated: The Collection
Dominated By Brothers: Hot Hard Ménage #1
Bad Boys’ Submissive: Hot Hard Ménage #2
My Two Doms: Hot Hard Ménage #3
Rough Sex, Rough Love: Hot Hard Ménage #4
Hot Hard Ménage: The Collection
Claimed In Secret: Master Vampire #1
Claimed In Hunger: Master Vampire #2
Claimed In Passion: Master Vampire #3
Domination Sex: Conditioned Response
Military Maledom: An Officer And A Dom
Valentine’s Dom
Backup: Ménage A Cop
His Submissive: Body Worship
Body Worship 2: Breeding Julia
Body Worship 3: Satisfying Julia
Body Worship: The Collection
Bridled: Bitter Creek Doms #1
Broken: Bitter Creek Doms #2
Public Display of Submission: The Dom Next Door #1
Sweet Resistance: The Dom Next Door #2
Weekend Submissive
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