Thanks so much for hosting my new release today. Her Husbandâs Army Buddy is out now, and the first in a new series called McLeod Security.
Like so many of my stories, this one started as a flash on my blog. Little did I know then, that it would evolve into a series. When I expanded the flash, it was to be a short story in honor of one of my readerâs birthdays. The Sandy in the story J
As I wrote it took on a life of its own, side characters popped up demanding their story to be told, and hey presto a new series was born. Book two is already completed and the next two are in the planning stages, so watch this space as they.
I should add that all stories will be Standalones, loosely connected through McLeod Security, some darker than others, with different pairings and D/s dynamics, and familiar characters will pop up throughout.
McLeod Security, 1
There should only ever be two people in a marriage...
Sandy McLeod has been perfectly happy in her D/s relationship with her husband Zane for the last ten years. Until his old army buddy re-enters their life.
Sean Manson is altogether too handsome, too virile, far too much of anything. The man oozes dominance, danger, and leashed aggression, and Sandy canât help but respond to him. Neither can Zane. He walked away from Sean once. Now, heâs back, long suppressed feelings bubble to the surface and cannot be denied. When Sandy agrees to a threesome, happiness seems within their grasp. Seanâs demons, however, threaten to destroy everything they hold dear.
Sean never meant to come between husband and wife, let alone hurt either one of them. Surely, the only solution is to walk away from them both. When youâre the missing piece, however, walking is simply not an option.
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), anal sex, BDSM, m/m sex, sex toys, double penetration
âWe need to get her out of this dress, Sir.â
Hearing her husband address Sean like that gave her a secret thrill, the likes of which she wouldnât have thought possible. To know that she was at the mercy of two Doms, one of which was an unknown entity made this whole thing extra exciting. Whether it was the perceived danger Sean represented, the not knowing how far he would take things, her befuddled brain couldnât quite figure out. She stopped thinking altogether when Zane unzipped her dress at the back, followed by the snap on her bra and slid his hands around her ribcage to cup her freed breasts.
âLet her go a minute so we can lose these contraptions.â Zaneâs grumbled command pitched her need even higher.
Sean stopped kissing her, the pressure on her wrists ceased, and in the next instant she was naked, barring her soaked through thong, hold-up stockings, and the heels she still wore.
âFuck, youâre beautiful.â Seanâs deep voice showed his admiration of her body as much as his perusal of her as he stepped back and let his hot gaze roam all over. âSpread her for me, so that I can look my fill of our sweet cunt.â
The dirty words turned her on almost as much as her husbandâs immediate response.
âYour wish is my command, Sir.â
Zane kicked her legs apart and held her wrists firmly behind her back. Sean, in the meantime, shrugged out of his shirt, and kicked his shoes and trousers off with a speed that left her dizzy. As did the size of his erection straining against the damp confines of his boxers. To know sheâd done that to him was a heady aphrodisiac indeed, as was her husbandâs erection pushing against her ass.
Sean divested himself of his boxers, too, and she gasped when his thick shaft bobbed up to his navel. Sheâd been right. He was huge. While his girth wasnât as thick as Zaneâs he had a good half inch in length, and Zane wasnât exactly small in that department.
Heavily veined, Seanâs magnificent cock looked ready to explode all over again, the broad tip already glistening in pre-cum.
She wanted to taste him so badly, yet Zaneâs grip on her wrists stopped her from reaching out. As though Sean had read her thoughts, he groaned and, taking his shaft in his hand, pumped a few times along its length.
âSoon, you get to suck my cock, sweet girl, but for now, I need to taste you properly.â With that he got to his knees. As tall as he was that action brought his head level with her breasts, and he wasted no time in taking full advantage of that fact. Sean held each breast in his large hand, and grinning up at her pushed them together, before he took both nipples into his mouth and sucked hard.
Sandy tugged at Zaneâs restraints, and her knees would have buckled had Zane not pushed his thigh between her legs to keep her upright. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she gave herself over to the intense sensations Seanâs talented tongue subjected her to. Her nipples had always been sensitive, a livewire straight to her clit, and with the dual sensation of Seanâs sucks and the gentle friction Zaneâs leg created between her thighs, she climbed the rungs of arousal in record time. Her hips bucked against her husbandâs leg as she sought to increase the friction she needed to go over.
A sharp bite to her shoulder coincided with Sean releasing his hold on her nipples with an audible pop.
âNo coming without your Sirsâ permission, baby girl, or weâll leave you hanging.â
Sure enough, Zane withdrew his thigh, while Sean grasped her hips to keep her steady. He kissed his way down her soft belly, interspersing kisses with little bites that left her hovering on the precipice. He bypassed her pussy and, flinging one of her legs over his shoulder, nibbled along the edge of her stocking.
âHmm, as much as I love these, they need to come off. Look at me, pet.â
Sandyâs eyes flew open, and the sight of Sean between her legs made another gush of moisture trickle past the elastic of her thong. He licked that trail away, and she groaned.
âPlease, I need to, please.â
Grinning, Sean blew a stream of hot air across her still covered slit, and her clit contracted in need.
âWhat do you need, sweet Sandy? Do you need to come?â He nudged his nose along her vulva, inhaling deeply, and Sandy jerked. Not that it got her very far because Zaneâs hold on her wrists never lessened, and Seanâs fingers dug into her hips with so much pressure, she would surely be left with bruises. The thought of carrying his marks made breathing even more difficult, and she groaned her reply.
âPlease, so close, I â¦ Godâ¦â
She wasnât entirely sure what pleas were spilling from her lips, and in truth she was far too gone to care. With Zaneâs harsh breaths in her ear, and Seanâs dirty words she was a goner.
âSo very eager. I can see your little clit push against this lace. Youâre close, arenât you, sweet thing? Such a turn-on. What do you think, Zane, should we let her come or torture her some more?â
Sean let go of her hips briefly to tear her thong clean off of her, and then he looked his fill.
âSo very wet, and pink. Your hole is clenching, begging to be filled. What do you want in there, pet? My tongue? My fingers? My cock? Or Zaneâs? Tell me, or Iâll leave you hanging and fuck your husband instead.â
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, M/M, and MÃ©nage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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