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  Suncoast Society

  Disorder in the House

  Justin doesn’t regret joining Wade and Glen and becoming their slave for a second. Life with the two Doms is perfect, even if real-world pressures, like their jobs, sometimes interfere with their fun. Still, he’s happier than he’s ever been in his life.

  Wade knows their finely balanced triad won’t sustain itself without careful and constant attention and relationship maintenance. So when he realizes Glen is neglecting himself to the point of exhaustion, he knows it’s time for him to step in and put his foot down, whether his stubborn Dom hubby wants him to or not.

  Glen thinks his job is to take care of everyone else. But when the pressures of his job take him past the point of exhaustion and Wade issues an ultimatum, will Glen be able to give in to Wade’s demands to ease up, cede control, and throw a little disorder into their usual dynamic?

  Genres: Alternative (M/M, Gay), BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 19,769

  DISORDER IN THE HOUSE

  Suncoast Society

  Tymber Dalton

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  Disorder in the House

  Copyright © 2018 by Tymber Dalton

  ISBN: 978-1-64243-432-3

  First Publication: September 2018

  Cover design by Harris Channing

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  For Hubby, and for Sir. He knows why.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Tymber Dalton is the wild-child alter-ego of author Lesli Richardson. She lives in the Tampa Bay region of Florida with her husband (aka “The World’s Best Husband™”) and too many pets. Active in the BDSM lifestyle, the two-time EPIC award winner and part-time Viking shield-maiden loves to shoot skeet and play D&D with her friends. She’s also the bestselling author of over one hundred and fifty books and counting, including The Reluctant Dom, The Denim Dom, Cardinal’s Rule, the Suncoast Society series, the Love Slave for Two series, the Triple Trouble series, the Coffeeshop Coven series, the Good Will Ghost Hunting series, the Drunk Monkeys series, and many more.

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  Author’s Note

  This is book 82 in the Suncoast Society series. You do not have to read all the books before this one to understand the plot or characters—most of the books in the series are standalone.

  Glen, Wade, and Justin made appearances in Beware Falling Ice and Beware Falling Rocks. They were featured in Dangerous Curves Ahead. They’ve also made brief appearances in other books in the series.

  Some of the characters in this book appear in or are featured in previous books in the Suncoast Society series. While most of the books in the Suncoast Society series are standalone works which may be read independently of each other, the recommended reading order to avoid spoilers and to not miss any backstory can be found on the Suncoast Society series page, along with character information and other trivia, on my website at:

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  DISORDER IN THE HOUSE

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  DISORDER IN THE HOUSE

  Suncoast Society

  TYMBER DALTON

  Copyright © 2018

  Chapter One

  Justin awoke before dawn that Saturday morning from a delightful dream of a sexy hunk fucking his ass to discover that a sexy hunk was, in fact, fucking his ass.

  Preparing to, anyway. Either Glen or Wade had what felt like two gloved fingers poking around up in there, lubing him.

  Justin didn’t even bother opening his eyes. No stranger to waking up like this at least once a week—especially on Saturday or Sunday mornings—he did what he always did—arched his back, spread his legs wider, and settled in to either go back to sleep or prepare to start begging for an orgasm of his own, depending on how long this took.

  He couldn’t do much about it either way, because Wade had locked him in a chastity cage the night before after playing with him and wringing him out in all the good ways.

  That meant it was probably Glen getting ready to go to town on him. Not that Justin minded.

  He never minded.

  It was also why he’d learned to put down a couple of large beach towels under him on Friday and Saturday nights. Otherwise, he’d be starting his weekend mornings doing the sheets.

  The fingers in his ass turned and swept over his sweet spot, pausing, then gently massaging it, making him moan and shift his hips as his cock tried to stretch, just for it to rediscover the devious chastity cage he wore.

  I’m not going back to sleep anytime soon.

  He stretched his arms only to discover the chains on the headboard had been clipped to his wrist cuffs before he awakened.

  Mmm.

  A delicious shiver raced through him when a hand clamped down on the back of his neck.

  Warm breath brushed against his left ear. “Daddy needs to take care of business, baby,” Glen growled, making Justin shiver again.

  Called that one right.

  Inside the chastity cage, Justin’s cock throbbed, unable to get completely hard and frustrating him in all the good ways.

  Not that he minded that, either. He wouldn’t be kept waiting too long. Glen and Wade had too much fun making him beg, making him moan—making him come. They rarely made him wait more than a day or two if he really begged to come.

  He wouldn’t deny that sometimes it was fun to be made to wait, in no way in control.

  Forced to just be and enjoy the ride.

  Glen bit down on the back of Justin’s shoulder, and this was no playful love bite. Hard en
ough to leave a bruise, maybe even break the skin a little. Justin fisted his hands and pressed his face into the pillow, biting down on it to endure. He always wore a couple of marks thanks to Glen—bites, scratches, or marks left by implements.

  Especially a whip.

  Glen was a master with a whip and took great pleasure in wielding it.

  Justin took equally great pleasure in being the one Glen wielded it on.

  The fingers in his ass relentlessly targeted his prostate. If Glen kept it up, Justin wouldn’t be able to not come, although like this it would feel totally unsatisfying. Wade loved to play with him, tease him—Glen enjoyed torture, now that he had a willing victim for all his most devious fantasies.

  Including milking him.

  Oh, shit.

  Wade had made him come twice last night before slapping the chastity cage on him, and now Glen was…

  Justin let out a low moan. He was soooo fucking close now, his cock painfully straining against the confines of the cage. Which made him even hornier. Which hurt. Which…

  Which made the vicious cycle repeat itself.

  Glen released his bite and licked the spot. “I know, baby. Soooo fucking mean of me to milk you right now, isn’t it.” He giggled. “Master made you come twice last night. You didn’t think that was just a little suspicious?”

  Oh…fuck.

  Yeah, he was in trouble now. He likely wouldn’t be getting any satisfying orgasms until tomorrow night, at this rate.

  He whined.

  Another giggle from Glen. “Oooh, I think you just realized what’s going on. For the record, yes, you are staying locked up all day today. And yes, I am milking you. Might as well give it up now, baby, because your only job today is to be a plaything.”

  “Does the…fff…ucking have to be ssso…t…alky?” Wade grumbled from the other side of the bed.

  “I’m wide-fuckin’-awake, Dub,” Glen groused. “It’s Saturday. Let me have my fun.”

  Wade sighed melodramatically.

  Justin turned his head to the right and opened his eyes to see Wade’s hooded brown gaze meeting his. Justin stretched his right arm toward Wade as far as the chain would allow.

  Wade reached up and laid his hand over Justin’s, lacing fingers with him and squeezing. A sleepy smile curved his lips. “Settle in and…enjoy it, b-baby,” he said. “He’s in a…mood.” Still mostly asleep, Wade stuttered a little worse than he usually did when home alone with the two of them.

  Again, not that Justin minded. Especially considering he’d had a long and stressful week at work, several days working until nearly nine at night to finish the last stage of a study they were running at the hospital’s lab. By day, Dr. Justin Rede was a serious research biologist, working on trying to beat cancer, on staff at a local Sarasota hospital.

  At night and on the weekends, he was a well-loved slave, slut, and chew toy to Glen and Wade, two married and slightly switchy Doms who’d collared and claimed Justin.

  Besides, Justin knew exactly what his two Owners were doing—forcibly unplugging his brain for him so he could spend the weekend recovering from work, and thus he’d start next week refreshed and ready to go again.

  God, I love these men.

  It was almost as if they could read his mind sometimes, they were that attuned to him and his needs. He never regretted doing this, not for a second.

  Even in the times when either or both men had him swearing at them over whatever tortures they were subjugating him to.

  He loved every bit of it.

  Justin squeezed Wade’s hand and closed his eyes as he totally gave in and gave over to Glen’s demands. Justin quit trying to hold back his release, his cock protesting that ejaculation without a fulfilling orgasm wasn’t fair.

  Glen even drew this out, taking his time building Justin up before milking his release from him. Justin didn’t bother trying to stay quiet, knowing Glen loved hearing his pitiful and pained groans. Back arching even more, Justin’s toes curled as his body gave over to Glen and his balls started contracting. Beneath him, he felt warmth spreading, his cum spilling from the end of his confined and protesting cock and ending up both on the towel beneath him as well as making the inside of the chastity cage’s tube all slippery and spoogey.

  He lay there panting and spent but even more sexually frustrated than before while Glen’s fingers disappeared from his ass and he heard him strip off the glove. Glen rose, shoving Justin’s thighs wider apart as he knelt there. Seconds later, Glen’s lubed and condom-sheathed cock was driving hard into his ass.

  From this angle, every stroke Glen took sent the thick head of his cock gliding over Justin’s prostate and tormenting him even more.

  Hands clamped down on his shoulders as Glen fucked him. “That’s it, baby,” Glen’s husky voice groaned out. “Let Daddy get his nut like the good little fucktoy you are.”

  Glen’s growly voice sent Justin’s brain barreling toward subspace. Not helping his situation any, Justin’s pierced nipples chafed against the covers under him. Another of Glen’s ideas. And now the chastity cage was starting to grow uncomfortably sticky around his cock.

  Unfortunately, Justin knew this routine, too. Glen was settling in for a long, punishing fuck. Far as Justin knew, it’d been at least three days since the man last came. Glen had been having a long, exhausting work week himself, dealing with a bunch of problems stemming from a new computer system they were installing that was wreaking havoc on their ordering and inventory system. Glen had come home every day and done little more than collapse while Wade had more than taken up the slack in terms of chores and dinner and taking care of the two of them.

  Now Glen would make up for that with interest added to the total due from Justin’s flesh.

  Sure, Justin could always safeword and the men would respect it, but kind of the point in Justin’s mind was he didn’t want to. He loved giving them control of him like this. He was under strict orders to safeword for literal harm of any kind—to protect the property, even from his Owners.

  Beyond that…no. Justin would never safeword for this.

  Justin felt Wade shift closer with a tired sigh that told Justin volumes. The other Dom knew there was no way he’d get to go back to sleep until Glen came. People often mistook Wade for the dark and more strict of the two Doms unless they knew his quiet ways were due to his stutter, which he tried to conceal.

  Glen was both an extrovert and a chatterbox.

  He was also a massive fucking sadist.

  In play, Wade was more tender and sensual, mixing in plenty of pleasure as a reward for taking the pain he dished out.

  Glen was happiest when he could literally go primal, clawing and biting and fucking.

  Which meant life was never boring.

  Was Justin an equal partner to the two men? Absolutely. When vanilla life issues needed to be dealt with, that was as equals, even when Justin wanted to default to slave mode. The two older men would force him to sit down and talk as their husband—even if he technically wasn’t, by legal definition.

  Other than that?

  This was the only place Justin wanted to be, and it was the happiest he’d ever felt in his life.

  Wade stretched out next to Justin, an arm slung over his shoulders and cuddling him against him as good as he could with the chains holding him and Glen fucking him.

  He nuzzled Justin’s ear with his lips, gently nipping. “Such a…good boy for us.”

  Justin shivered, the sweet fog of subspace washing over him and carrying him under. “Thank you, Master.”

  Wade chuckled. “Comfy?”

  “Horny, Master.”

  “Poor…boy.” Another nip. “I promise I’ll let you…come tonight…if you’re our good boy to…day.”

  Another sweet shiver raced through his body and he squeezed Wade’s hand. “Thank you, Master.”

  * * * *

  Wade glanced up at Glen, whose handsome blue heavy-lidded gaze was now focused on him.

  His husba
nd.

  The love of his life, and the man he planned to spend the rest of his life with.

  Then they’d met Justin, and life had gotten even better for them both.

  Glen had hit his groove and would be grinding on their sweet boy for at least another fifteen minutes or so. Wade rested his head on Justin’s arm and blew Glen a kiss as he watched him fucking Justin’s ass. Last night, Glen had been too tired to play with them and had asked Wade to make sure Justin’s pump would be primed for today.

  Hence the chastity cage. Their boy was always hornier and needier with a chastity cage locked onto his gorgeous cock and balls.

  “Save me one for…tonight,” Wade told Glen. “We haven’t…bred our boy in…a couple…of weeks.”

  Glen’s bottom lip caught under his teeth. “Mmm-hmm. Oh, yeah. Someone’s getting DP’d tonight.” He smacked Justin’s ass cheeks with both hands, and not a playful slap by any means. It was a hard impact that left clear handprints on those sweet, tight globes of Justin’s flesh and drew a pained grunt from their boy.

  No tan lines on that gorgeous ass, either, because their boy wasn’t allowed clothes or a bathing suit in the backyard if they didn’t have company.

  Justin tried rocking his body against Glen’s. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

  Glen grinned and picked up the pace of their fucking. Justin was going to end up spending the whole day being edged and begging for relief.

  It’d been over a year since the day Justin moved in with them full-time and they’d slipped a matching wedding band on his finger. There didn’t appear to be any signs of them getting tired of each other yet.

  What they had wasn’t just sexy perfection. It was way more than that.

  It was forever.

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