Juggling Masters [Club Esoteria 12] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)
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Club Esoteria 12
Juggling Masters
Sloan Newman loves her twins even though they are almost as dominant as their fathers. Sloans love her Master and Sir and cannot imagine life without them in it. Unfortunately, juggling the needs of her babies and her Doms without any help makes her feel guilty for not working. Without the creative outlet of her writing she grows frustrated, and after the end of a particularly trying day, Sloan has a meltdown.
Sloan’s outburst, inappropriate though it might be, brings up issues her men were unaware were festering in their home. After dealing with her outburst, Dane Bennett and Merlin Gates decide it is time for a grown-ups-only weekend at Club Esoteria.
Will Sloan be able to relax and find some kind of balance? Will they be able to come up with a solution to their woman’s stress and frustration? Will Sloan, her Master and her Sir finally get their happily ever after?
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 22,654 words
JUGGLING MASTERS
Club Esoteria 12
Cooper McKenzie
MENAGE AMOUR
Siren Publishing, Inc.
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JUGGLING MASTERS
Copyright © 2013 by Cooper McKenzie
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
About the Author
JUGGLING MASTERS
Club Esoteria 12
COOPER MCKENZIE
Copyright © 2013
Chapter 1
Silence descended over the large living room like the aftermath of an explosion, which, in a way it was. Even twenty-month-old Noel and Yule stopped jabbering their baby talk and watched wide-eyed as their daddy and papa turned to face their mama.
Sloan did not hear the silence. Blood pumping through her veins with each racing heartbeat deafened her. Had she really just screamed at her men? By Dane and Merlin’s matching expressions of shock, the answer was a resounding yes.
As the adults remained frozen, Sloan’s gaze shifted to where the babies stepped closer together and wrapped an arm around one another. That was the first sign they were distressed. Next would come the whimpering and finally the nerve-shattering cries, which her nerves could tolerate at that moment.
Returning her attention to her men, she looked at Merlin, her blond, chocolate-eyed Sir, and then to Master Dane with his black hair and slate-gray eyes. Their titles had not changed in the three years they had been a triad and never would.
She hoped.
Three years ago Dane had bought her submission for forty-eight hours at Club Esoteria’s first annual slave auction for charity. That weekend they had fallen in love and she had become their angel. Now she was the mother of their fraternal twins, their sex slave, housekeeper, and other titles she was too tired to list.
She loved them so much it hurt sometimes and had never doubted they returned her love. Not until recently when both men had suddenly become too busy. Too busy to help with the boys, too busy to help with the housework, and too busy to sit down and discuss hiring either a nanny or a housekeeper to help out. Trying to juggle her writing career and being all things to all the men in the house had driven her past exhaustion.
The tension in the room wrapped around Sloan, squeezing her skin with its intensity. In the next heartbeat, her anger drained away and courage failed her.
She was two heartbeats from throwing herself on the floor in front of the two men and begging forgiveness when Dane shifted to what Sloan had always thought of as his “I am Dom” stance. It made him seem even larger than his six foot five frame. At the same instant, his expression went blank.
She was in now serious trouble.
“Would you mind repeating that, only this time remembering who you are talking to?” Dane said in a voice deadly deep and soft.
Blinking back tears caused by exhaustion and residual anger, Sloan mirrored his stance. She planted her feet and crossed her arms over her chest while lifting her chin a fraction of an inch. From the way the men’s gazes dropped to her tits then bounced back to her face, she knew she could diffuse the tension just by dropping her top. That might lighten the mood and ease the punishment that was coming her way, but it would not solve the bigger problem.
“No, I don’t think so. Your hearing is pe
rfect, and I did not stutter,” she said, fighting to keep her tone just as soft and lethal as his was.
“Uh-oh,” one of the twins said several long seconds later to break the silence.
The childhood prophesy was echoed a second later by his brother, causing all three adults to blink and turn to look their way. The boys looked from one parent to the next to the last, their bottom lips quivering. Sloan could almost hear the whimpering and crying, which would be starting in the next minute.
Turning back, she watched as Dane met Merlin’s eyes. Their unspoken conversation ended with Merlin dropping his gaze to the floor and shrugging. Then Dane looked her way, still in full Dom mode. “Pet, take care of the boys. You. Upstairs. Now.”
She did not want to leave the twins, but her inbred need to please and her ingrained submission to her Master pushed through to the forefront. With a huff, she turned and stomped across the room and up the stairs.
* * * *
Only after she had stormed up the stairs did Dane look at Merlin, his lips twitching. She was so damn cute when she was in a mood.
His slave had his lips rolled over his teeth and pressed together as if to keep from smiling himself. “You know, she’s right,” Merlin said.
Dane nodded. “I know she is. She will be punished for the method of delivery, not the message itself. She should have sat down with us and discussed it, not screamed at us like a PMS-crazed banshee.”
“Yes, Master.” Merlin nodded. “Why don’t I take the boys to the grocery store and get something to grill for dinner while you spend some time with our angel? Oh, and after her punishment, you might want to also reward her for keeping everything together like she has.”
Dane nodded with a smile. “Good idea, pet. And grilling sounds good. Also, call Mama Jane to see if she can stay with the boys for the weekend. As angel pointed out, we have been neglecting our manly duties to her. I think a weekend of pampering and playing is just what our angel needs to relax her.”
“Yes, Master.” Merlin smiled, looking forward to the break himself. “We can discuss hiring some help.”
Dane nodded as he headed toward the stairs. With the evening plans laid out, it was time to deal with a rude, disobedient little subbie.
Taking the stairs two at a time, he smiled as his cock stiffened in anticipation. It had been a long time since their angel had needed punishment. He turned over the best way to deter such an outburst in the future.
A spanking was in order, he was just undecided as to what to use. His hand? A flogger? Or maybe a crop? He considered orgasm denial for a few seconds but tossed that idea quickly. As stressed as Sloan was, she would come the minute he touched her.
He paused just before he reached the bedroom doorway, still not sure how he was going to handle the next few minutes. Taking a deep breath, he slid into offended Dom mode and worked to blank his expression.
From the hallway, he glanced around the room, expecting to find their woman seething with the anger that had caused her outburst to begin with. Instead, she was kneeling in the open space at the foot of the king-size bed. She was naked except for her black leather collar. A flogger and a cane lay on the floor in front of her.
He could see from where he stood that she was shaking. Silent tears ran down her cheeks, dripping from her chin to splash onto her full tits. As had happened in the past, once her temper exploded and passed, the tears fell. The sight of his overwrought submissive shredded the last bits of his anger and increased his concern. Something was definitely wrong in his household.
Stepping into the bedroom, he closed the door and after a second’s hesitation, secured the lock. No need for her to know Merlin and the boys were going grocery shopping. She would just worry as she did every time the boys were out of her sight for more than ten minutes at a time.
“What happened?” he asked as he walked around her to the walk-in closet and took off his boots and socks.
“Master?”
Dane stripped off his shirt and belt, leaving him wearing just his jeans before walking a circuit around the room, ending it standing over his beautiful submissive. “Something happened today to push that redheaded, volcano-like temper of yours over the top, and I want to know what it was.”
Sloan laughed a watery sound that tightened the muscles in Dane’s gut but kept her head down so he could not read her expression.
“Nothing happened. That’s just it, don’t you see? I spent the day juggling the demands of my Masters. Keeping the twins safe, out of trouble, and happy. Trying to get laundry done so Merlin has clean socks and boxers. Trying to get the kitchen cleaned up from last night’s dinner because you two had that meeting at the club and could not help. Trying to run the vacuum because you mentioned the floors are getting crunchy.
“I had hoped to make a grocery run at four o’clock this morning so I don’t have to bother you or Sir with the fact that the cupboards are bare. But you woke up before I could make my escape. Instead of being content to cuddle for a few minutes, you had to go all Dom on me, but before I could come, the alarm went off, and I’ve been walking around horny all day.” Her voice broke, and she had to take several breaths to calm herself before she could continue. “I love you. I love Sir. I love our boys. Really I do, but I can’t keep going on like this.”
By the time she finished speaking, Dane felt like a monster. Why had he not seen the toll being a sole caregiver to the twins was taking on Sloan? That his offhand comments were causing her such stress? Then another thought occurred to him.
“When was the last time you spent any time writing?”
Chapter 2
Sloan shrugged.
“Words, angel. You know I need words and not shrugs,” Dane said, kneeling before her.
When his arms wrapped around her and lifted her against his chest, she stiffened but did not fight the hold. Closing her eyes, she laid her head against his shoulder and sighed. He carried her to the corner where the big overstuffed chair sat. It had been too long since they had just cuddled here, and she missed it. But their schedules had been so crazy the past weeks that sometimes she was asleep before the men got home.
“A while,” she murmured as she rubbed he cheek on his shoulder and breathed in his scent. As always, her body reacted in the way it had been trained. Her pussy dampened and nipples beaded, and she could not help shifting once he had settled her across his lap.
“A while a day or two? Or a while a week?” No longer angry with the undercurrent of power that sent chills through her at the same time it turned her on so much she could not sit still, Dane’s voice rumbled softly in her ear while the vibrations resonated against her cheek.
“I dunno,” she said with a watery sniff. “Maybe since Janice left for Korea. Kendra, at the publishing house, has stopped calling, so I guess that means I’m no longer one of their favorite new authors.”
“Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t writing?” Dane stroked his hands over her body, hoping to soothe her as he pondered the dilemma of her punishment.
Again Sloan shrugged, not able to come up with a good enough answer to give him. She squealed when he easily flipped her body she lay ass up over his thighs. Again the muscles between her legs tightened and her pussy juices flowed, overflowing to her lower lips and between them until even her clit felt the wetness.
Dane laid his left arm across her back, his hand wrapped around her waist to hold her in place. She felt his long, thick cock press into her hip and though exhausted, felt the need in her build for whatever this man was to about to do to her.
His callused hand was warm against her ass cheeks as he smoothed circles over the flesh, heating up every inch.
“I’m spanking you, not because you spoke up, but because you were rude and disrespectful in bringing your needs to your Master. You should have come to us weeks ago and demanded we sit down and listen to you. It should not have come to you becoming a screeching, hysterical fishwife,” he lectured then raised his palm and slapped her ass three time
s, once on each cheek, and once in the middle
“Yes, Master,” she squealed as her entire body stiffened with the pain.
“And you should be writing. That’s what you do. We’ll hire a housekeeper and a nanny, and I want you back at your desk by the end of the week. Every night when the boys go to bed, you will read us what you wrote that day. How much and how good it is will determine whether you get pleasure that night or not. Do you understand?”
Three more hard slaps rained down in different spots than the first, so most of her ass was on fire. Then a single digit stroked down the valley of her ass and over her back hole, causing it to clench, which also tightened her pussy and drove her need a little higher.
“Yes, Master,” Sloan panted.
Her arousal began to spiral up and up. She could not decide if she should wiggle her ass for more or beg for him to stop, though either option would be denied. She had never considered herself a masochist but had learned that lying across Dane’s lap was one of the most erotic things she had ever experienced.
The next four slaps came hard, sharp, and fast, covering the four quadrants of her ass, North, east, west, and finally south, close to her clit, but not close enough to cause enough pain to send her spiraling out of control. She remained so horny she moaned with desire instead of squealing with the pain that shot straight to her clit. She arched her back and pressed her thighs together, needing more. Just a little more stimulation and she would fly apart, and maybe some of the tension that had been building in her would ease.