by Tara Rose
“Carma Mandanici, I love you so much,” said Mateo. He cut his gaze quickly toward Blaine. “Wait here one second. Don’t move. We have something for you.”
“What?” She glanced at Blaine. “What is he talking about?”
Blaine kissed her. She moaned again and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he deepened the kiss. All coherent thoughts were gone as Blaine’s tongue and lips moved over hers.
Something soft was slipped around her neck, and Blaine released the kiss. Behind her, Mateo fastened the necklace he’d just placed on her. “Get up and come look.”
She crawled off Blaine and they led her over to the mirror hanging on the wall. The necklace was the one she’d admired downtown on Founder’s Day. “How did you…when…”
Both men laughed. “She never saw you buy it,” said Blaine. “Sweetheart, this isn’t much of a collaring ceremony, but I’d say under the circumstances, it’s perfect.”
“I don’t understand.” Carma’s mind whirled with a million questions. This was really happening. Blaine was free, and they both loved her.
Mateo stroked her face tenderly. “Carma, I love you. I want to be with you forever. I want you as my lover, my best friend, and my sub. I know we have a lot to teach you, and I have even more to learn about being a Dom, but that’s not what’s important. What’s important is that we each want this. The necklace is meant to be a collar. Blaine and I would like you to wear it as a symbol of your submissiveness to us, and of our pledge to guide you, respect your limits, and always care for you and protect you.”
“Oh…how beautiful.” She fingered the soft leather and delicate beadwork of crimson and amethyst. A collar. It made her feel special, and cherished, and loved. “I’ll never take it off.”
Blaine kissed her gently on the lips. “I love you too, Carma. I want you as my sub, my lover and my best friend. I will always protect you, and guide you, and together we will help each other overcome the bad stuff in our past.”
“I want that, too, Blaine. I want that with both of you. I can’t believe this is happening.” She brushed at the tears, embarrassed that she was crying yet again. The image of the totem pole on Juniper Street flashed in her mind. A journey. Well, the totem pole had been right. She had gone on a journey. Literally and figuratively.
When Blaine picked her up in his arms and carried her toward the bed, she giggled. Apparently, they didn’t mind her tears. Mateo pulled off her jeans and top, and then both men were kissing her, stroking her, and cradling her in their arms. They were each laughing and whispering words of love, and Carma was lost in a sea of familiar sensations that were now interlaced with something new. Something powerful, and wonderful, and more fulfilling than anything in her life had ever been.
She was with her two men, and she was now their sub. Her two Doms, who loved her and cherished her, and always would. She had the collar to prove it. And she intended to spend the rest of her life proving to both of them just how much she cherished, respected, and loved them.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tara Rose loves to write about small towns and the quirky people that inhabit them. You’ll find engaging characters, budding romance, intrigue and plenty of hot steamy ménage sex within the pages of her books. You never really know what goes on behind closed doors, but her books will take you there, and leave you panting for more.
When she isn’t writing, Tara spends time with her husband—her real-life hero. She loves to cook, collect antique pottery, and she will read just about anything. Tara also plays the cello, and loves decorating her house for Christmas.
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