Happy Release day, to the lovely Doris O'Connor, the lucky Lily, and the hot as hades, Cyrus and Sloan
Doris was so kind... Yes, okay, so were Cyrus and Sloan.
They came a visiting...
Hello everyone! I’m delighted to be back on Raven’s blog, especially as I brought the Cooper brothers with me. They are the heroes in Let’s Get it On, which releases today.
Okay, I’m getting the look from both of them now, so I better get on with the interview.
Cyrus: “Yes, you better, Doris. Patience is not my strong point, as you should know by now.”
Do I ever, he gave me nothing but grief when I was writing this story. I wasn’t fast enough, see.”
Sloan: “Cy, ease up on the girl. She has to introduce us, you know. Never you mind him, pet, you know what he’s like.”
Oohh, he called me pet, and smiled…. *drools*
Raven... *pouts* “He didn’t call me pet when you introduced us.”
Cyrus: “Are you quite alright there, Doris, you look a bit flustered.” He smirks in that way he has and runs his gaze slowly over me. Yeah, not helping with the getting hot and bothered bit. Sloan rolls his eyes and punches him in the shoulder.
Sloan: “Stop it, Cy. She’s not yours to fool around with.”
I throw Sloan a grateful glance, but Cyrus pays him no heed and continues to study me from under hooded lids. When I drop my notebook, he finally relents and sits back in his chair, pushing his hands into his trouser pockets. He’s taken his suit jacket off, and rolled up his shirt sleeves, exposing strong, tanned forearms, and … Jeez, concentrate, Doris. I do have a thing for men in a well fitted suit, and Cyrus fills his ever so well.
I glance at Raven, but there’s no help to come from her corner. She’s too busy checking out Sloan. As per usual he’s in faded jeans that hug every muscle, and he’s wearing a tightfitting T-Shirt with the Diner’s motive on it.
Cyrus: “So, ask your questions already. Sloan needs to get back to the diner, and I have a subbie to torture.” He smirks again and runs a hand through his blond hair, while Sloan scowls. “It is my date night with her, bro. I intend to enjoy it.”
Sloan slips him the finger and Cyrus laughs. Raven swoons some more, and I consult my notes and clear my voice.
“Yes, about that. You three have an unusual relationship.”
Both men laugh at that, and Sloan sits forward, fixing his crystal blue gaze on me.
Sloan: “You could say that. Then again, Cyrus and I are used to sharing women. It’s what we do, in the club anyway.” He glances at Cyrus and his brother smiles and nods.
Cyrus: “All sorts of fun co-topping a helpless subbie. I’m glad we’ve got that dynamic back. We’d lost it for a while before Lily.”
A shadow crosses Sloan’s face. Clearly despite Lily he hasn’t quite shaken off the demons of his past. Just as I get worried, he shrugs his shoulders and grins. It lights up his whole face, and I can see why Lily fell for him. Why she fell for them both, in fact. These guys are hot.
“So jealousy is not an issue then? I seem to recall it was at the beginning of the story.”
Cyrus: “Nowadays, no it isn’t. But, yeah, in the beginning I was counting on Sloan’s jealous streak to get him to get a move on. Seriously, he’s such a dumbass at times. There is this delicious subbie right under his nose, basically panting after him, and doing everything she can to get his attention, and he doesn’t even notice her, bar Yes, Lily is one of my best workers. I ask you, what an ass. He just needed a kick up the proverbial to finally claim her.” Cyrus looks at his brother and there is amusement and affection edged in his harsh features.
Sloan has a small smile round his full lips and he shrugs his shoulders.
Sloan: “Yes, well, I had my reasons, as you well know.”
Cyrus: “Stupid ones that almost cost you Lily.”
The men fall silent as they both seem to think back to that time. I give them a minute, and then proceed.
“So, Cyrus when did you know you were falling for Lily too, and how did you break the news to your brother. That can’t have gone down well.”
Cyrus: “Ah, well, yes. Lily and I…. we just clicked. There was something about her, and once I knew some of her history, there was no fucking way I could walk away. And, hell, I’m not the forever type of guy…” He runs a hand through his hair again, and looks almost embarrassed, before he shrugs his shoulders, and the super confident Cyrus is back. “At least I wasn’t, before Lily.”
Sloan: “The fact that I threatened to cut off his balls if he ever hurt her, sure made his mind up for him fast.”
Cyrus: “That works both ways, bro. Our girl needs our protection, not be fucked around.”
Sloan nods and there’s a grim determination coming off both men. I can practically feel the waves of possessiveness coming off them. Yes, Lily is one lucky lady.
Sloan: “Anyway, that asshole is dealt with, and won’t be bothering our girl anymore. My only regret is that I didn’t get to rough him up a bit first, myself.”
Cyrus: “Too fucking right, but our girl was our first priority—always. That’s never going to change. Which brings me back to your original question. We’re doing this, because it’s what Lily wants. It’s what she needs. It’s as simple as that.”
Sloan: “Yes, it would have fucking killed me, had Lily chosen Cy over me, but by some miracle she loves us both. I would have walked away, however, had she not wanted me, and I know Cyrus would have done the same.”
Cyrus nods his agreement, and grows tense.
Cyrus: “It still amazes me how strong our girl is. After what she went through, I wouldn’t have been surprised had she never wanted to have anything to do with the lifestyle again, but her submissive streak runs deep. I consider it an honor that she’s chosen Sloan and me to trust with that submission.”
Sloan: “Lily is fucking amazing, period. She’s one of the strongest women I know. Folks say, we rescued her, but truth be told, she rescued us right back, because without Lily, I’d still be a brooding, bitter bastard, unable to trust, and Cy…” He glances at his brother and grins. “Cy would still be chasing anything in a skirt, right, bro?”
Cyrus: “Hey, don’t knock it. It was fun, if rather lonely.” He focuses his attention back on me. “Is that it? Like I said I have Lily waiting.”
He doesn’t wait for my answer, just gets up, shrugs his suit jacket back on, and I’m right back to swooning like a school girl. Sloan notices and shakes his head at me with a rueful smile. He stretches and his T-shirt slides up, exposing his rock hard abs, and I have a hard time not staring.
Sloan: “Run along, Cy. Give Lily a kiss from me, and don’t wear her out.”
Cyrus: “Would I ever?” His grin can only be described as sin itself, and I am glad that I’m sitting. Raven shoots to her feet to let him out, and he throws his best grin at her. Yep, she’s feeling it, alright. “See you around, Doris.” And with that he’s off, leaving me on my own with Sloan.
I clear my throat and he smiles.
Sloan: “Is there anything else you want to ask me, pet?”
“Err, no I think we’ve got the basics covered. I don’t want to keep you from your work.”
Sloan: “No worries, and thank you for telling our story. I know we didn’t always make it easy for you.”
A warm feeling spreads through me at his approval, and I can’t quite get my voice to work, so I simply smile and nod. Sloan spots the newly returned Raven, and stands to shake her hand.
Sloan: “And thank you, Raven, for letting us come and visit today.” He stops for moment, looks over at me and winks, and then bends over Raven’s hand and kisses it. I barely catch his murmured, “Such a good girl.”
And that’s me and Raven both toast! Doris over and out.
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[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, caning, ice play, erotic asphyxiation, sex toys, HEA]
When Lily Jephson falls asleep at work, her erotic dream is witnessed by none other than her boss’s brother. Awkward doesn’t begin to describe it, especially when she can’t help but respond to the enigmatic Dom. She wants his brother…doesn’t she?
Cyrus Cooper loves to play games, and he can’t resist the opportunity to yank his brother’s chain a bit. Nothing will convince the stubborn Sloan more to finally make a move on Lily than thinking this delightful subbie is involved with Cyrus.
However, when it becomes apparent that Lily needs help to work through the emotional scars left behind by her early introduction into the lifestyle, Cyrus knows this is far more than a game. The brothers are just the Doms to show her what a true D/s relationship should be like.
Lily thrives under their combined Dominance, but when her old Master re-appears her life is put in danger.
She has never needed her Sirs more.
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“Greedy girls do not get my cock. I’ll decide when you’ll have it, is that clear?”
Lily sulked and there was a brief flare of temper in her eyes, which he squashed by putting his hand on her throat and squeezing hard. Her eyes widened, panic temporarily setting in, until he bent his head and nuzzled her cheek. All the fight went out of her and he released his hold on her neck.
“That’s my girl. Trust me to know what I’m doing?” he asked.
“Always, Sir.” The whispered reply held a wealth of emotion and he swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat. How he loved this girl, and he would tell her just as soon as this scene was over. For now they would play and enjoy themselves. He had fantasized about this during his lonely nights in his hotel room.
“That’s my girl,” he said and she smiled up at him. He gently pried her fingers off the edge of the table and massaged her arms.
“Relax for a bit, my sweet. I brought you a present. Well, several.”
Surprise registered on her face this time and he turned around to rummage around in his hold all, until he found what he was looking for. Her eyes widened when she spotted the wide leather play collar he held in his hand, and he carefully watched her reaction. She wasn’t freaking like Sloan said she would, so that was a good start.
“I know it’s far too early to talk about permanent collars, but both Sloan and I would love for you to wear this collar when we play, and when it’s just us. Will you do that for us?”
Her breathing sped up and she had to clear her throat several times before she could croak out a hoarse, “yes, Sir.”
The relief that poured through his veins took Cyrus’s breath away and he noticed rather bemusedly that even his cock had deflated somewhat waiting for her answer.
“And this?” he asked, holding up the purple leash that matched the pretty collar.
A shudder went through Lily’s frame but she didn’t cry red, and after what seemed like an eternity, finally nodded and whispered her answer.
“Yes, Sir, if that’s your wish.”
Cyrus stepped closer, still keeping a close watch on her reactions as he let the leash trail up her legs. She whimpered when he ran it through her wet slit repeatedly, and then lifted it to his mouth to lick it clean.
“You have nothing to fear from this, baby,” he said and she nodded and swallowed hard when he laid it across her breasts.
He knew that the collar and leash were big steps for her. In her previous relationship with the asshole master, he had used them to humiliate her. Cyrus needed to show her that they could be used for pleasure.
He bent down to kiss her and the desperation with which she kissed him back tore at his soul. It also confirmed his conviction to do this now, rather than wait. It would just be something else for her to worry over, otherwise, and she would need all her inner strength for what was to come. Cyrus’s gut churned at what he had found out about her ex-master, and the net was tightening around him. As determined as he was to keep their Lily out of it, he also knew that he might not be able to do so. The police would need her statement. Cyrus pushed the disturbing and cock-deflating thoughts away, and lifting her head slightly secured the collar around her neck.
A tremble went through Lily as he did so, and when he was satisfied that it fitted around her comfortably, he used the d-ring to pull her up into a half-sitting position, and kissed her again. She came willingly and he tasted the salt of her tears in the kiss that followed, as she wrapped her arms around his back and held on.
“There, that’s not so bad now is it? Let me take a picture of you like this, and send it to Sloan. Time for lil bro to sweat a bit, I think, but first—” Before he could second-guess the wisdom of his actions he secured the leash to her collar and let the end trail down between her breast until the looped handle rested on her pussy. A quick glance confirmed that she was still wet for him, and getting wetter with every breath she took.
“On your knees, pretty sub, and present for your Sirs.”
The table creaked, but held firm as Lily scrambled to comply, and Cyrus thanked Sloan’s foresight in getting a solid oak table for his kitchen. No doubt his kinky brother had had such activities in mind when he’d bought the item of furniture. Cyrus knew he always liked to think of ways to pervert everyday items. That was half the fun to be had when playing at home with one’s sub. His grin split his face at that thought. His sub. He’d never set out to have a permanent submissive of his own, but fuck him if the thought of coming home to his Lily all wet and eager for him like this when he came home from one of his frequent business trips wasn’t a damn fine incentive to get the job done. Cyrus indulged himself by taking several sets of picture and sent them to Sloan.
His phone rang almost immediately and Cy laughed and put it on loud speaker so that Lily could hear.
“You’re on speaker, bro. Wanna tell our girl what you think of her like this?”
“Hot fucking damn, I’m at work here, Cy.”
Cyrus winked at a flustered looking Lily, who sat kneeling on the table in the perfect presenting pose that made him go hard as nails. Such a fucking turn-on, and he would have to fuck her soon or lose his shit like some randy teenager.
She smiled at him when he nudged her chin up with his knuckles, and licked her lips in such a seductive way, his balls drew tight. She would pay for that, the minx.
“And, bro?” he asked while stroking his heavy erection and hissing through his teeth as pleasure shot through him. “Call it pay back for all the times you two did this to me over the last month.” Lily’s smile deepened and she flicked a glance up at him before she brought her gaze back to the actions of his hand. More of her feminine juices coated her thighs, and Cyrus groaned under his breath.
“You’re a fucking sadist, Cyrus.”
Sloan’s strangled answer came through loud and clear and Cyrus laughed.
“Takes one to know one, bro. Just wanted you to know that I’m about to fuck our girl’s brains out.” A whimper escaped Lily and she got wetter still, and Cyrus pumped his shaft faster. He wouldn’t last five minutes inside her, but he knew what to do about that. “I’d let you watch, but of course you’re at work, so you can’t. Tough luck, bro. Suffice to say by the time you come home tonight, we’ll have christened every surface in this house, so be careful where you step.”
Cyrus cut his brother off mid swearing, and turned the phone off with a chuckle, as he turned to Lily.
“Now, what is my delightful little subbie going to do about this?” he asked, gesturing to his cock.
Thanks again to Raven for letting me crash here, and don’t forget to enter my giveaways, folks.
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.