The Dom Collars His Sub [Unchained Love 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Cara Adams

dozen times she’d braced herself to go and speak to him, and a dozen times she’d decided she couldn’t. This was a BDSM party, and at all the Carnal Connections BDSM events he was her Dom and it was his place to initiate contact.
    She watched him approach. He looked wickedly handsome tonight. His light-brown hair was highlighted by a deep-gold shirt. His bright-blue eyes were sparkling in the light. His narrow hips and long legs looked even yummier than ever in tight tan jeans and matching tan boots. His face was cleanly shaven, and she longed to stroke her fingers over his cheeks. But would he permit it? Would he push her away and cause her to ache with embarrassment?
    “Jubilee, you look entrancing,” he said and pulled her into his arms for a kiss.
    Happier than she had been in days, she lifted one hand and gently touched his cheek. “You look mighty fine yourself.” He seldom kissed her, and almost never in public, so Carey greeting her like this tonight was enough to send desire coiling hard and tight in her belly. Her nipples pebbled against the cotton of her dress, and her cream dampened the insides of her thighs.
    “Will you agree to a ménage fuck here in a little while? Larry has agreed to play with us,” said Carey.
    “If that’s what you want, of course I will.”
    “But is it what you want?”
    Jubilee wondered if Carey was asking her a much deeper question here. She tried to answer fully and honestly yet remember they were surrounded by other people. “I have always been completely happy just with you. But I agree having Larry as well is extra special.” Larry had made her relationship with Carey broader, deeper, more fulfilling. Her abiding passion for Carey would never change, but her heart was expanding, growing as her respect for Larry was developing into the beginnings of love for this good, worthwhile, and caring person who made her feel a better sub and more of a woman. Larry was adding his own delicious layer to her emotional and sexual life.
    “Let’s put on a little show, right now, then,” said Carey, allowing her a glimpse of the butt plug in his shirt pocket.
    Hell, he was walking around a birthday party with a butt plug in his shirt pocket! Wow!
    Carey took her hand and walked them over to the small stage in the center of the room. Larry raised an eyebrow at Carey, who nodded. Then Larry met them onstage.
    Carey tapped Jubilee’s leg, and instantly she was ready to perform. She widened her stance and kept her gaze on the floor. Soon four hands were smoothing over her dress. Carey always petted her in smooth, circular movements, and Larry was copying them exactly. Her dress was lifted up higher and higher, but very slowly, in a way that always built anticipation, not just in the audience but also in her. Of course Carey knew she never wore underwear when she was hoping they’d fuck, but only some of the people watching tonight would know that, so Serena and Verity’s guests would get a surprise when her ass was finally revealed.
    Carey tapped her back, and she bent at the waist, legs straight, hands holding her own ankles. One of the men, she wasn’t sure which one, flipped her dress up over her head, hiding her face and revealing her naked ass. Jubilee grinned inside when she heard some of the audience gasp.
    She knew the men would now be toying with the butt plug, and possibly with the lube, but soon fingers would enter her ass and begin teasing her. Just thinking about it made her core clench and her pussy even wetter.
    Sure enough, in only a few moments, the cool gel was drizzled onto her rosette and fingers began to massage it into her skin. That was Larry. His fingers were thicker than Carey’s and slightly softer. Carey always used a firm stroke. Larry stroked the gel all around the entry, then no one was touching her. Next, it was Carey’s turn, and he pressed a finger into her ass, smoothing the gel all around her tissues inside. Then Larry again, with two fingers