Be prepared to laugh… Number 1 best-selling author and BDSM and age-play lifestyler Breanna Hayse is at it again with a new, exciting and hysterical adventure of Little May and the Marshall boys, brothers Layton and Caine. It’s been one year since the trio became a family, and each member of the household is still finding his – and her – unique place in this unusual marriage.
Dr. Caine Marshall is exhausted; there just isn’t enough of him to go around nowadays. To top it off, an old friend, Ian Channing, arrives on the scene and asks for help. Not only is Ian’s marriage failing, but his wife’s father is causing problems… not content with keeping Savannah’s inheritance tied up, the man keeps trying to terrorize her, driving her to take refuge ever deeper into the bottle.
Desperate to try anything to get away from his father-in-law, help cure his wife of her alcoholism, and rekindle their relationship, Ian agrees with Caine’s suggestion to take up residence with his wife, Savannah, at the unique community of Little Lake Bridgeport. It is here where the Marshalls and some new friends introduce the couple to the age-play dynamic and teach Ian the art of domestic and anal discipline, whereas Savannah discovers the joys of being a Little and the freedom which can be found in submission.
Caine is now torn between the responsibilities of work, helping the couple, and satisfying his Little May’s ever present demands for attention – and her Big girl’s never satisfied hunger for pleasure. To top it all off, his usually serious attorney brother suddenly switches roles; from ‘Counselor Cranky Pants’ to May’s playful companion. Layton has taken to pulling pranks and joining up with May to cause mischief and, with that, more laughter and trouble than poor Caine is prepared for.
May, of course, is up to her usual business. She brings Ian and Savannah into her world of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Legos and, with the help of Owie Bear, teaches Savannah that being an adult doesn’t have to mean emotional pain all the time. Discovering that they share a similar history of parental abuse and neglect, the girls form a close bond, and learn that there are more valuable things in life to enjoy than either could ever have hoped for – starting with friendship; with just a tad of fun-filled naughtiness. Just when Ian and Savannah think that they’ve overcome their issues, however, a tragic secret catches up with them – one which affects not only them, but also May; threatening to shatter her world…
Be prepared for several surprises, a ton of laughter, lots of bare bottom spankings, and some of the steamiest scenes ever written in the history of the medical and age-play genres as you join the continuing unique and erotic adventure of those who live and love in Little Lake Bridgeport, by the queen of erotica who brought contemporary age-play genre to life; Breanna Hayse.
“Maybe she was getting worried. Rodeos are dangerous, especially the bull pits.”
“It did, but I understand that people get bored, so I didn’t think twice about her not being there. Plus, she started flirting with the other competitors and I guess a part of me didn’t trust her. Not that I trusted her friends, either, but at least it wasn’t in my face.”
“Neither Caine nor Layton would have ever allowed me to act like that.” The young woman shook her head.
“Not everyone lives the type of life that we do, honey. You know that,” Layton explained.
“Yes, but he’s got the vibe. Why didn’t he use it?”
“What are you talking about, Maybelle?” Caine asked as Ian frowned slightly and tilted his face with confusion.
“The Dom vibe. Not like yours, Layton, but more like Caine’s. When we were upstairs playing Legos, I snatched one of his pieces from his hand and he gave me that look. Don’t you remember, Ian?”
“I did? I’m sorry,” Ian said.
“No, don’t be sorry. It’s the same warning look that Caine gives me when I push him. I handed the piece right back to you because of it.”
“Honey, just because he knows how to give a stink eye doesn’t mean he’s a Dom.”
“I know that, Layton. I can’t explain it, but we sense these things. It’s a submissive’s secret power. We can sniff out a dominant without even thinking about it. Doms are like submissives, too. They can’t be themselves if they aren’t in an environment that supports them.”
“She’s right,” Layton said thoughtfully. “My ex-wife wasn’t a submissive, and her constant opposition to my authority thwarted me to the point of becoming passive. A dominant without a submissive is like a forest without trees. What do you think of May’s observation, Ian?”
“I don’t know what to think. My natural inclination is to take charge and call the shots, but a man can only be beaten down for so long. I guess I lost my fight a while ago.”