Always very very happy to host Doris O'Connor, a truly wonderful author and friend whose books are so hot that you need welder gloves to hold them!
"Dear Katherine, thanks so much for hosting my new release today. Her
Husband’s 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 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 reader’s
birthdays. She is the Sandy in the story."
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!
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 can’t help but
respond to him. Neither can Zane. He walked away from Sean once. Now, he’s
back, long suppressed feelings bubble to the surface and cannot be denied. When
Sandy agrees to a threesome, happiness seems within their grasp. Sean’s 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 you’re 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
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And Doris allowed us not 1 but 2 excerpts from her book, peeps, so, find your fans and a ice buckets, and here we go!
Excerpt 1:
“We need to get her out of this dress, Sir.”
Hearing her husband address Sean like that gave her a secret
thrill, the likes of which she wouldn’t 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
couldn’t 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.
“Let her go a minute so we can lose these contraptions.”
Zane’s 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.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Sean’s 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. “Spread her for me, so that I can look my fill of
our sweet cunt.”
The dirty words turned her on almost as much as her
husband’s immediate response.
“Your wish is my command, Sir.”
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 she’d done
that to him was a heady aphrodisiac indeed, as was her husband’s erection
pushing against her ass.
Sean divested himself of his boxers, too, and she gasped
when his thick shaft bobbed up to his navel. She’d been right. He was huge.
While his girth wasn’t as thick as Zane’s he had a good half inch in length,
and Zane wasn’t exactly small in that department.
Heavily veined, Sean’s 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 Zane’s 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.
“Soon, you get to suck my cock, sweet girl, but for now, I
need to taste you properly.” 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 Zane’s 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 Sean’s talented tongue subjected her to. Her nipples had always been
sensitive, a livewire straight to her clit, and with the dual sensation of
Sean’s sucks and the gentle friction Zane’s leg created between her thighs, she
climbed the rungs of arousal in record time. Her hips bucked against her
husband’s 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.
“No coming without your Sirs’ permission, baby girl, or
we’ll leave you hanging.”
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.
“Hmm, as much as I love these, they need to come off. Look
at me, pet.”
Sandy’s 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.
“Please, I need to, please.”
Grinning, Sean blew a stream of hot air across her still
covered slit, and her clit contracted in need.
“What do you need, sweet Sandy? Do you need to come?” He
nudged his nose along her vulva, inhaling deeply, and Sandy jerked. Not that it
got her very far because Zane’s hold on her wrists never lessened, and Sean’s
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.
“Please, so close, I … God…”
She wasn’t entirely sure what pleas were spilling from her
lips, and in truth she was far too gone to care. With Zane’s harsh breaths in
her ear, and Sean’s dirty words she was a goner.
“So very eager. I can see your little clit push against this
lace. You’re close, aren’t you, sweet thing? Such a turn-on. What do you think,
Zane, should we let her come or torture her some more?”
Sean let go of her hips briefly to tear her thong clean off
of her, and then he looked his fill.
“So 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
Zane’s? Tell me, or I’ll leave you hanging and fuck your husband instead.”
Excerpt 2:
Sean’s gaze heated at Zane’s answer, and he wished there
wasn’t a damn table between them. Zane couldn’t stand the physical distance
between them anymore. He wanted, needed to reconnect with Sean, just him and
his Sir.
“I guess we are. I want you, boy.” Sean’s voice dropped on
those last few words, and Zane shot to his feet, rounded the table, and got to
his knees in front of his Sir. He fixed his gaze on Sean’s bare feet and
murmured his answer.
“Then have me, Sir.”
Sean’s sharp intake of breath was music to his ears, as were
his Sir’s next words.
“Be careful what you wish for, boy, because if we’re doing
this, then know you’ve earned yourself a sore ass for having neglected our
girl.”
Sean grasped Zane’s chin and tilted his head up until their
gazes met. Silent determination greeted Zane, as well as so much emotion it
made Zane swallow hard to get rid of the lump in his throat.
“I know, and I’m sorry, Sir. I won’t let that happen again.
I was just…” He couldn’t bring himself to continue, but he should have known
his Sir wouldn’t let him get away with that. The hold on his chin grew painful,
and Sean positively glared at him.
“You were just what? Say it out loud, boy. If this is going
to work, all three of us we need to talk about everything that bothers us. You
know that.”
Zane shut his eyes and nodded.
“You hurt my feelings when you cut yourself off.” The hold
on his chin turned into a caress as Sean stroked his fingers along Zane’s jaw,
and then kissed him. It was the briefest of touches, so gentle, he might have
imagined it, had he not heard the whispered words.
“I know, my love, and I’m sorry. It was a dick move on my
part. I won’t cut you out like that again.”
Sean opened his eyes and lost himself in his Sir’s gaze all
over again.
“Promise?” he asked, not at all ashamed at the tears he was
fighting to not give into.
“I promise, and you must promise me something, too.”
“Anything, Sir.”
“If I ever do that again, pull me up on it.”
Zane didn’t even try to hold his emotions in this time, and
he knew he didn’t have to. This was his Sir, and he could deal with his tears,
just as he could deal with the burdens Sean carried with him.
“I will, if you promise to do the same for me. We need to be
our best for our girl.”
Sean nodded, and swiped the tears off Zane’s face with his
fingertips.
“That we do, but right here and now I don’t want to talk
about her. I want to redden my boy’s ass to wipe the slate clean and then fuck
him senseless until neither one of us can move.”
The words hung in the air between them, and Zane gave his
consent.
“God, yes, Sir.”
How they made it up the stairs and into the spare room, Zane
would never know. They left a trail of his clothes behind, as he frantically
pulled them off, in between kisses, which turned ever more passionate. Teeth
clashed, mouths devoured, but, finally, mercifully, he was naked, bent over the
end of the bed, and ready to take whatever his Sir had in store.
“Always so eager, my boy.”
Sean’s guttural voice pitched his own need higher, and he
rubbed his rock-hard dick along the edge of the bed to gain some much-needed
relief.
A red-hot strip of pain exploded across his butt cheeks, and
Zane grunted. Fuck, that stung. Not that he had much time to process it,
because another, just as hard strike happened, followed by several more in
quick succession, which left him panting for breath.
“That’s for trying to get yourself off without me, boy.”
Sean’s hands dug into the painful welts he’d just laid across Zane’s ass, and
Zane hissed through his teeth at the rough sensation.
“That was my belt, and there’s more of that to come if you
don’t behave, are we clear?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“Good, now these are for your treatment of Sandy.”
About Doris
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 Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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