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Contemporary Erotic Romance

Bondage, D/s and Ménage a Trois

Taming Marie Antoinette

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published by Phaze

ebook isbn:  978-1594267840

paperback isbn:  978-1594267161

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Standing in the doorway to debauchery, actually a ballroom full of costumed revelers, his gaze slowly slid over the room as he looked for a ripe piece of flesh to play with. James Michaud and his twin Thornton refused to dress up. It wasn't their thing, but sex was and tonight they were after some prime pussy. Instead of costumes, they chose to wear black suits with dress shirts and silk ties. When they'd arrived at the entrance, required silk half masks in black were offered.

Putting a hand in his pocket, James checked over this year's offerings.

In many circles they had wicked reputations. They didn't mind, as long as everyone involved played an informed, safe, sane, and consensual game, they felt free to indulge themselves.

Since their first sexual experience, they'd shared their women. Separately or together, it didn't matter to either of them. Simply put, the Michaud brothers got off on sex and saw nothing wrong with offering their partner at the time for the other to enjoy. Neither one of them has been in a steady relationship where the other hasn't, in some way, been sexually involved. They were always upfront about what they wanted and if the woman balked, she was politely shown the door.

With a small frown creasing his face, James thought about how some of their bedmates had enjoyed the experience but over time, most had wanted more from them than they could offer. It wasn't because they were anti-commitment, because they weren't. The problem was neither one of them has met a woman they cared enough about to even think about making it a permanent relationship.

Tonight they were here to fuck. Nothing else.

Shaking his head pushed away all the nonsense and he refocused on the possibility of superior pussy mingling below them.

Paris was their second home and they loved it. In their opinion, it seemed as if the people were not as sexually repressed as they had been back in the states. As far as he and his brother were concerned, there was no shame attached to enjoying the carnal arts—especially when done without barriers. Although, one thing the French didn't do was celebrate the American holiday, Halloween. Years ago, someone from the Liberté Sexuelle group adapted the fancy dress aspect for their annual fall bash in an effort to bring the new and older members together. Now the Depravity Dance was as famous for its costumes, as they were for drawing people who listened to their body's darkest hedonistic desires.

Leaning on the railing running across the arrivals balcony, they stood there and took in the party.

Located out in the eighteenth district was the warehouse where the party took place. A few groups who played less conventional sexual games owned and operated the building as a consortium and maintained it for various functions. In direct contrast to its exterior and location, the interior had been entirely reworked to present an opulent, comfortable, and sensual space.

James looked around and didn't see anything had changed from the last time they'd been here. The lower ground floor was constructed of large rooms for mingling, dancing, and partaking of refreshments. The upper levels held rooms for more intimate encounters the partygoers enjoyed throughout the evening. Room sizes varied, as did the privacy level. Some people wanted to have sex behind closed doors, others liked to be watched, and then there were the party goers who encourage anyone to join in. There was space for vanilla sex up the scale to the sweetest love found only through pain.

"Well, shall—" Thorn sounded as eager as he to start searching the various rooms.

"Wait, look over there to the left, I believe it's a very sexy Marie Antoinette."

Two sets of eyes looked across the room at a vivacious figure wearing a wig twisted high, powdery white and decorated with a crown set at a jaunty angle. Even with the white satin half mask, both men immediately felt this was the woman to take on their needs tonight. She looked capable of accepting them both and enjoying it.