Free Mastering Melody (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Clark Page A

facedown,” he orders as he drags the bedding to the floor. With that tight grip he guides me into the position he wants. “Don’t move.”
    I want to lift my head. I want to see what’s coming. I have no idea what he has planned. But a good healthy dose of self preservation keeps me exactly where he put me, my head turned away from where he’s rummaging in a drawer.
    I jolt a little in fright when I hear something being unwrapped. I think one of them steps into the bathroom for a moment because I hear a tap running, but he’s back quickly.
    “Hold her open, Master Bradley,” Ryan says in a deep voice that sends both fear and arousal skittering through me. Hold me open? What the hell does he mean by that?
    I almost crawl away when I feel Bradley’s big hands press against my ass, his firm pressure prying apart my butt cheeks, exposing my anus to their gaze. I can’t deny the dark thrill that sweeps through me. I’ve long been curious about anal play. I’ve just never had the courage to try it.
    The cold liquid against my hole is shocking, but I barely have a moment to adjust before something that seems flexible, maybe rubbery, rolls over my anus again and again.
    “Breathe out, little sub,” Ryan instructs as the thing—a butt plug?—pushes past the tight ring of muscle. I gasp as it widens, forcing open my virgin hole. I whimper as the sting grows unbearable. “Almost there, little sub.”
    I sigh with relief when my muscles close around a thinner part. Ryan wiggles it slightly, adjusting it to a more comfortable position, setting off nerve endings I’ve never dreamed were there.
    “Good girl,” Ryan says as he helps me off the bed and back onto my knees. “Now, behave, little sub, and I won’t have to punish you further.”
    “Yes, Sir,” I say a moment before Bradley once again slides his hand into my hair and his cock into my mouth. He pushes to the back of my throat without warning, holding me there, forcing my compliance.
    “Swallow,” he growls in a tone of voice I’ve never heard from him before. I try desperately to do as he says. “Breathe through your nose and swallow.”
    I’m grateful for his order. With his cock so deep in my mouth I almost forgot I still have my nose to breathe through. I suck in a deep breath, trying to stay calm as I work to find the muscles necessary to swallow around something my fear tells me will choke me.
    Finally, I manage to do what my Dom ordered, and he rewards me with a groan. Again and again he slides into my mouth, holding still, waiting for me to swallow before pulling back out and starting over again. Each time he moves faster, slides a bit deeper, forces me to accept just a little bit more of him. He jolts suddenly, pulling his cock from my mouth for a moment.
    “I’m about to come, little sub. Swallow all of me.”
    “Yes, S—”
    His cock stifles my words, his movements more forceful, faster, more urgent. I try to swallow around him, and he groans, releases his grip on my hair, places both hands on my cheeks, and sort of moves so that I can lift my gaze to his. “Swallow, baby girl.”
    Streams of his cum fill my mouth, the salty taste surprising in its appeal. He caresses my cheeks with his hands, watching me as I lick him clean, suckling his cock as it slowly softens in my mouth.
    “Thank you, little sub,” he says before he steps away. “Be a good girl for Ryan. I’ll be home before seven.”
    He dresses quickly, presses a lingering kiss to my lips, and then hurries out the door. A few moments later I hear what I assume is the outer door of the wherever we are thunk closed.
    I’m still on my knees, butt plug up my ass, shivering with need, and I haven’t been given any orders. I want to turn and ask Ryan what I should do, but I get the impression this is some sort of test. I really don’t think that life as a full-time sub will suit me, yet I find the idea of being powerless strangely appealing. It’s kind of what I expected to