Her Game, Their Rules is available for pre-order! #sirenauthor #BDSM #menage

The second book in The Martinis and Chocolate Book Club – Her Game, Their Rules is available for pre-order and will be released August 10th.  Here’s an excerpt:

“This outfit is really something, princess. It’s going to look even better in a heap on the floor.”

Before Sara could react to Cole’s cornball line, she felt strong arms tugging her arms behind her back. Whisper-smooth silk ran over her skin, binding her wrists together at the small of her back. It had probably taken only moments. She tugged at the restraints, her eyes wide open now and taking in two smiling men.

“What are you two doing? I’m in charge tonight.” She tugged a little harder on the ties but didn’t succeed in budging them at all. She had always fantasized about being tied up and helpless. Her body was reacting to the situation by dripping cream down her thighs and tightening her nipples. Damn.

Jeremy crossed his arms over his chest, highlighting his muscled arms. He gave her a wicked grin. “Well, the thing about that is, you’re not anymore. Cole and I are your Masters now, and from now on, I might add. Not that your little foray into Mistress land wasn’t fun. It was. But things need to return to their natural order. And the natural order in this house doesn’t include me on my knees. Stand up, little slave.”

For a moment, Sara thought about resisting but quickly pushed the thought from her head. This was exactly what she wanted, and they all knew it. She pushed to her knees on the bed and then scooted back to step on the floor, teetering for just a second on her high heels.

“I don’t want you hurting yourself. Cole, help me take these shoes off of her.”

Jeremy knelt down with Cole on the other side, quickly stripping her of her shoes and the thigh-high stockings while they were at it.

“I’m a leg man, honey, and you looked really hot in that outfit, but when I fuck you tonight, I don’t want anything between me and your soft skin.” Jeremy ran his finger across her cleavage.

Cole came up behind her and began tugging at the tie that held her hair. “Where’d you get the outfit anyway? I don’t think Champaign-Urbana has a BDSM store, but I could be wrong.”

“Online. I had it shipped two-day. You didn’t notice it with the presents I ordered for Jack.”

Her hair fell over her shoulders, and Cole raked his fingers through it. “Online, what?”

Sara looked over her shoulder at him in confusion. “What?”

Cole gave her an evil smile. “The correct response is ‘Online, Master.’ Try again.”

Sara took a deep breath. “Online. Master.”

Cole grinned. “Better. Now, Jeremy, what are we going to do with this picture of submission?”


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