Time to party again – woohoo! I’m in the UK, so visiting the Romantic Times convention would be a very expensive one for me, so no surprise I’m staying home, really. My publishers are there – including Pride Publishing (part of Totally Entwined Group), so I thought I’d kick off the action by sharing one of my books published with them. So here goes… this is a M/M/F BDSM menage – not for the faint-hearted. Enjoy Eyes Wide Open!
Teetering a little on the shoes, which were cute and sexy all at once, with their black background and pink and white polka dots, she headed for the bar. She’d eaten a good meal before coming out and had limited herself to two drinks. Like That Night, she required a little Dutch courage, but needed to have her wits about her, so getting drunk wasn’t an option.
A couple of men in what could only be described as hotpants, thick black collars and nothing else stood aside to let her get to the bar. Her research indicated that these were submissives. Whether they thought she was a… What was it? A Dominatrix, or Domme, she didn’t know, but she smiled politely and thanked them, before placing her order with the barman, a cute guy around her age in leather trousers and matching waistcoat.
She paid for her drink—a lurid blue alco-pop, which she’d bought because she figured it wouldn’t spill if someone nudged her—thanked the barman and turned back to face the room. Okay, what the hell should she do now? She’d gotten this far, and was proud of herself for having done so without chickening out, but being a wallflower in this area wasn’t going to give her much information. It seemed that this was where people just hung out and danced a bit—like in a regular bar or club, but with considerably less—or more outlandish—clothing.
To have any idea of what these events were really about, she needed to bite the bullet and get to where the action was. Taking a few pulls on her drink, she wandered away from the bar, deeper into the room, and looked around some more, trying to work out what was happening, and where.
Some helpful signs on the wall indicated where to find the toilets, the dungeons, the playrooms, the smoking area and, most intriguingly, the performance area. Figuring that was the best place to watch without being expected to join in, Fiona made her way there.
Passing down the narrow corridor was a bit of a squeeze, with queues for the bathrooms, and people milling here, there and everywhere. She’d never understood why people couldn’t just adopt the rules of the road whilst walking—if everyone just kept left, things would be much easier. Keeping her thoughts to herself, she finally emerged from the melee and spotted a sign indicating that the next door on her right led to the performance area.
She was just about to step into the darkened room when a hand lightly gripped her arm and a surprised voice said, “Fiona? What the fucking hell are you doing here?”
Horrified, she spun to face the owner of the voice. Holy fuck! James stood there. His appearance was a million miles away from his usual smart-casual or business attire. He had on leather trousers and a thick black leather collar, which had a silver ring attached to the front of it.
She’d been so busy taking in the sight of the man she’d been naked and in bed with just a month ago that she’d forgotten that he’d asked her a question. He, however, was determined to get a reply. “Fiona?” He shook her arm gently. “Are you listening to me?”
“Uhh…” Her mouth suddenly dry, she took a sip of her drink, swallowed, and tried again. “Sorry, I’m just a bit, um…surprised to see you here.”
“You’re surprised?” He led her to one side, out of the way of the milling people. “You know about me and Logan and our extracurricular activities. But you… Well, you said you didn’t have a clue about any of this stuff when I last saw you. So I think I’ve got more reason to be surprised.”
“James, what are you—?” Logan stopped abruptly, his gaze fixed on Fiona’s face for a moment, before raking up and down the length of her body.
Oh, fucking hell. Just like before, her traitorous body reacted to a mere look. But this time it was heightened, more immediate, fiercer, probably because now, unlike last time, she knew exactly what this man—what both these men—were capable of. Of doing to her, with her, in front of her.
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Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter and get a free eBook: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9