Changing the Rules [Club Libertine 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

Club Libertine 1

Changing the Rules

At twenty-one, Michelle Edwards loved her boyfriend Mac Whelan and his best friend Sean O'Mally. The three of them lived happily together until one night, Mac invited Sean to join them in a ménage. Michelle enjoyed it, but because of her upbringing, her feelings scared her and she ran away from the men she loved.

Ten years later, to pay a debt and save her grandparents' home, Michelle reluctantly agrees to be their sub for a month. The sex is hot, but the men hold her at a distance, especially Mac. And something else has changed. The men are now Doms at the city's notorious Club Libertine and expect her complete submission.

She realizes quickly that she still loves them, but do they just want revenge because she left them, or is there a chance for all three of them to be happy again?

Genre:
BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

Length:
30,858 words
 

Club Libertine 1

Diane Leyne

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CHANGING THE RULES

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CHANGING THE RULES

Club Libertine 1

DIANE LEYNE

Copyright © 2013

Present day

Michelle was going to kill her sister when she got home. She had just flown across the country. Thank goodness she had airline miles, otherwise she couldn’t really have afforded the flight, not to mention paying off her sister’s debt and making sure that their grandparents’ home didn’t get foreclosed on.

Serena was twenty-one years old, old enough to know better. And what had she done with the $25,000 she had borrowed from Mac Whelan? Mac Whelan, why on earth had she borrowed from him? Why not go to a regular bank? Why not come to Michelle? She had told herself she was never going to see Mac again. She had avoided newspaper articles about him. She’d turned off the television when
60 Minutes
profiled him as one of the top thirty-five under thirty-five.

There was no question about taking time off from her job. She had just finished articling and should be slaving away as an associate in the large law firm where she articled, but when she asked for a few days off, they had refused, so she quit. As annoying as her sister was, she couldn’t refuse to help her, especially when their grandparents’ home was in jeopardy.

So here she was, in a cab, headed toward his head office in the building that bore his name. She’d had to sell pretty much everything she owned, her car, her condo, everything except the clothes she needed to wear to job interviews when she got back to the city. In fact, all of her remaining worldly possessions were sitting in that small, cheap motel room near the airport.

And now she was in a cab on her way to see him for the first time in almost ten years. She’d given the address she’d gotten from her sister to the cabby, and after a quick stop to deposit her bags and a cheap motel, she was now on her way into the city to see the man she had once thought she’d be spending her life with.

* * * *

Ten years ago

She was going to university, working on her bachelor’s degree in business and working part time to pay the bills. She was just starting her last year and looking for a part-time to pay the bills. He was four years older, with a master’s in computer engineering and trying to get his IT start-up company off the ground. He was looking for a student who’d work cheap. Michelle needed the cash. She wasn’t one of those rich kids on a free ride. She had a partial scholarship, but still the tuition was crippling for her grandparents. They still were raising her younger sister Serena. They’d taken the sisters in when their parents had died in a car crash. No one could have loved their grandchildren more, but sometimes she wished that they’d been allowed to go to a regular school. But Grandma Martha hadn’t liked the modern world much and homeschooled her granddaughters.

So Michelle made as much money as she could at part-time jobs. She had no time for the usual socializing. Besides, Michelle sometimes found it difficult to relate to her peers. She was naturally reserved, and because of her upbringing, she didn’t know how to interact with the opposite sex. She’d had virtually no interaction with boys growing up, and her grandmother had drummed into her that a lady waits until marriage to give herself to a man. And regardless of what she sees on television, she does
not
enjoy it.

So Michelle went off to the big city totally unprepared for college life. Her grandmother had tried to convince her to stay at home, or maybe go to one of the local colleges, but Gramps had put his foot down. Michelle had tested off the charts. She had aced her SATs and could go to her pick of schools, and he thought it was time she spread her wings.

So here she was, finishing her last year, with no friends, no job, and no social life. She was twenty-one years old and almost as innocent as she had been when she went off to school.

She’d been accepted into graduate school, and she needed money. So instead of going home to a farm far from any city and from any possibility of a job, she scanned the boards at school looking for some way to earn money. She’d been looking for a week, but each time she checked the job board at the student employment center, there were either no jobs she was qualified for, or all the little fringe thingies with the contact phone number were all torn off and by the time she called, the job had been filled. Finally she got lucky. There was a posting from another graduate student. It had just been posted and no one else had seen it yet because it still intact. The per-hour pay wasn’t great, but it promised long hours, so she could earn enough by working the ten to twelve hour days it promised.

She needed a job badly. She looked around and then did the first semi-dishonest thing of her life. She pulled the entire ad off the board and tucked it into her purse, hurrying out of the center before anyone noticed.

* * * *

Mac Whelan was looking for someone who could work hard and work long hours. He didn’t party either, but that was because of his single-minded dedication rather than any sort of principles. He decided what he wanted and then went after it with a laser focus. What he wanted right now was to get his new business of the ground, and to do that, he needed to hire some help. There was only so much that he and Sean could do on their own, especially since Sean was working full time now and could only help Mac when he was off shift.

And then he met Michelle. Technically, Sean saw her first as he was rushing out the door, called in for a last-minute shift when one of the other patrolmen came down with the flu. He was actually supposed to do the interview of her, but he’d completely forgotten that she was coming over when he got the duty call.

He was heading out when he saw her coming up the steps. He did a double take when he opened the door just as her hand was poised to knock. He wasn't sure which one of them was more startled. He knew he stood there for the longest time just staring at her until she started to blush.

Luckily, or unluckily, depending on how you looked at such things, he saw Mac walking towards the house. Mac hated interviewing and had only reluctantly agreed they needed to hire someone. He didn’t like a lot of people, but, especially with Sean taking extra shifts to be able to finance things, they needed the extra help, cheap extra help.

Sean would have given anything not to have to go, but duty called. He thought it was unlikely that Mac would hire the comely grad student, but Sean had her phone number, and would ask her on a date at his earliest opportunity.

“You must be Michelle. I’m Sean and I’m late for work. That’s Mac. He’s doing the interview.” He turned to Mac. “This is Michelle, you are interviewing her. I have to run.”

He bounded down the steps and over to his battered ten-year-old car and sped off.