Brazen Temptation [Temptation, Wyoming 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Zoey Marcel

  She remembered too and it made her even hornier just thinking about it. His gaze heated to the point of sending her body into meltdown mode. That insistent, lascivious stare combined with the fullness of his finger moving inside of her would surely break her.

  His finger touched something inside of her and pressed gently on it, feeling all over it as if looking for something or simply enjoying his playtime with that particular part. His finger made a “come here” motion as it lightly rubbed and pressed something on the roof of her vagina. She suddenly felt the urge to pee, which startled her since she’d gone just a short while ago. The sensation grew stronger the more he touched her there.

  “Do you feel it, Claire? Do you feel it building deep inside of you?”

  Claire didn’t know what he was doing to her, but he seemed to be exerting a level of control over her she was afraid to give. “Stop, please.”

  Like that, Nex stopped and removed his finger from her, though he appeared disappointed by her reluctance to let him take her there, and she almost wished she had let him. Still, whatever he’d been up to had sexual written all over it and Rochelle wouldn’t want that.

  Joaquin walked around and lay down on her right side with his elbow propping him up. “Do you like games, slave?”

  Claire swallowed her apprehension down. She did like games but wasn’t sure if she could handle any of his. “Some games.”

  “Good. We’re going to play a little game called ‘What Is Claire Up To.’ How it works is I ask you personal questions and then you give me honest answers.”

  “Wait a minute. What kind of—” She squealed when he covered her mouth, expression facetious and mocking.

  “Sh. I’m talking right now. Question number one, why did you go to the church earlier?”

  “How did you know that? I went alone and I didn’t tell anyone.”

  “I have my sources, but you asked a question before answering mine. In this little game we’re playing, I ask the questions and you answer them like a good girl”—his voice sounded dreadfully condescending—“but then again I already explained that to you and you didn’t listen. Bad slave, games must be played by the rules. Everyone knows that.”

  She uttered a feeble cry of pain when he swatted her mound.

  Nex’s eyes flashed with anger and Dakarai had to hold him back. “He won’t harm her. Haven’t you ever given someone erotic pain?”

  “Aye, but it irks me to see him doing it to her,” Nex said through clenched teeth.

  “She will be fine.”

  Joaquin smoothed his palm over her heated flesh before gliding it up her abdomen and grazing her breast on his steady retreat. “Now I’m going to ask you again, what were you doing at the church? And don’t bother telling me you weren’t, because I know for a fact that you were.”

  “Just because you’re evil doesn’t mean I have to be.” Claire regretted those words the second she spat them out.

  His eyes narrowed in retribution, but somehow he seemed pleased by her belligerence, as if the knowledge that he would get to punish her for it titillated him. He raised a clamp near her face and opened and closed it a few times, as if the thing were alive and about to bite her with its penalizing mouth.

  She shrieked, wishing she could escape her advancing foe, but they had her trapped. “What is that?”

  “You asked another question before answering mine,” he warned.

  “Please don’t pinch my nose with that.”

  This clearly amused him. “It’s not going on your nose. It’s going on your breast unless you answer my question honestly.”

  She panicked. “I’m religious.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  She wailed in misery when he squished her boob and placed the clamp snugly on her areola. God, that smarted. “Damn you! This really hurts.”

  “But your lies are hurting me, Claire,” he said in a mocking tone, resting the other clamp on her belly. Both clamps were attached to a silver chain. It sure looked pretty and erotic, but oh lord, what a weapon. “Why, Claire? Is it because Rochelle told you to?”

  Her jaw dropped in shock. “How do you know these things? Are you a mind reader too?”

  He flicked his finger against the clamp, making it tug painfully on her breast tissue. “Just answer the question.”

  “I wanted to know what time the church service started. Now how do you know about Rochelle?” She shrieked when he picked up the other clamp and attached it to her other tit. “Oh, no! Ow! You’re evil.”

  “So are you. Why would you go to a church?”

  “I won’t do it again if it bothers you so much.”

  “Whether or not you go is immaterial to me. I merely want to know why.”

  Nex spoke up. “Dakarai said in her dream Rochelle told her to go to fix some sort of mess and threatened Claire if she failed to do so.”

  Joaquin sighed, clearly annoyed. “Thank you, Nex. That was supposed to come from Claire, though, not you.”

  Claire gaped at them. “What? Do you all know? How do you know what I dreamed last night?”

  “You’re not listening, slave. Why did you go there?”

  “I just wanted to ask a priest if my nightmares meant anything, but he said they didn’t. I’ll be fine now.” Claire was grateful none of these men were psychic, or they would know that wasn’t the reason she went there earlier. She spoke with a priest in confidence and told him the situation with Rochelle. She asked if he could find some way to drive her out of her, but the priest thought she was either insane, a prankster, or high, because he sent her away and didn’t believe a word of her story.

  “Who is this Rochelle woman you keep dreaming about?” Joaquin queried.

  “How the hell do you know I keep dreaming about her?” Claire winced and mewed when he tugged on the chain, provoking the clamps to do miserable things to her. “She’s just a figment of my imagination.”

  “Do you know what the great thing about being evil is?”

  “You have no conscience keeping you from doing whatever you want to?”

  “Besides that. The benefit of being evil is that you can recognize deception far more readily than an honest person can.”

  The soulless look in his eyes of steel jarred her and the serpentlike quality in his hushed timbre at that moment reminded her of the true entity she was bound and naked for. In that moment he made her afraid of him or perhaps more afraid of herself for wanting him. The human in her feared him and yearned for goodness, but the seductive pull of her darker nature called to her and hungered for him as she did for these other two men. Her demonic nature trembled at the light that soothed the humanity in her. She was a walking conundrum, but this great division inside of her had only increased once Rochelle had become one with her.

  Joaquin squirted some lubricant onto Dakarai’s fingers and he worked them insistently into her anus, stretching and preparing her for something Rochelle would likely turn in her grave over.

  “Now I know that you know I’m a smart man, and I also know that you know that I know that you’re not stupid.”

  It took her a second to process all the vamp’s “knows.” Claire watched inquisitively as Joaquin squeezed some lube onto the toy in his hand. It looked like an anal plug and was made completely of clear glass. The object appeared far too lovely to stash away in her bum, but she had a feeling she would feel like royalty wearing it.

  “Now tell me who Rochelle is.” Joaquin now sat between her thighs, since Dakarai and Nex had moved.

  “I saw a horror movie once and Rochelle was the name of the ghost.”

  “What movie?”

  Damn his challenging eyes. Why couldn’t he be an idiot who bought her lies? “It was a long time ago. I can’t remember.”

  He didn’t believe her. It was obvious as he probed her anus with the ice-cold, glass plug. Damn him. Why did he have to be such an ass and soak it in ice water first?

  “Relax your sphincter muscles. What was this movie about?”<
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  Claire groaned and flinched, trying to relax as he pushed the chilly glass past her reluctant muscles and into her butt. She winced in pain when he stopped part way, leaving part of it wedged in her tight anal ring. “Ow! It was just about some bloodthirsty ghost that murdered a bunch of stupid people who pretty much asked for it.”

  “Wouldn’t that describe the majority of horror films?” Dakarai teased.

  Joaquin studied her seriously before sliding the plug in another inch and pausing again. “I know you’re lying to me, Claire.”

  She lowered her eyes in shame, unable to appear innocent and outraged by the allegation like she wanted to. “You shouldn’t play with me like this.”

  “Who says I shouldn’t? Certainly not your snatch. It seems to approve of this quite fiercely.” His eyes smiled at the erotic sounds she made when he toyed with her cunt.

  “It’s cold and it hurts.”

  “As do your lies. We only want to help you, but we can’t if you won’t confide in us.” He pushed the remainder of the plug into her bottom. “Who is Rochelle really and why does she have it in for you?”

  Claire moaned sharply and jerked when she felt the toy situated to the hilt inside of her. She felt so unbelievably full and tight with that thing in there. “I can’t.”

  “You can and you will answer my question.”

  “No, I can’t.” She shook her head frantically, alarmed by her growing desire to tell him the truth and permit him to lift her burden and love her cares away. Well, she doubted the leech was capable of love, but his touches could help her forget her troubles.

  “Tell me.”

  “Oh god, don’t!” She struggled in vain when he massaged her clitoris while waiting for her answer. “I’m not supposed to do this.”

  “Why are you not supposed to?”

  “I don’t want to talk about it. I can’t. I won’t.”

  He slapped her pussy and lightly pulled on the chain attached to the nipple clamps, making her scream. “Talk to me, Claire. I can’t help you if you shut me out. What does Rochelle want you to fix, and why doesn’t she want you to have sex?”

  Claire wanted to flee, but she couldn’t move. She had no way out of this, except for—“Tiger!”

  Her safe word. Silence filled the room. Nex appeared hopeful while Dakarai looked deeply disappointed by her sudden outburst.

  Joaquin scrutinized her for a second before crawling back around to her side. He immediately removed the nipple clamps, sending a rush of horrid fire surging to the area as the blood flowed back through again in a whirlwind of pain. He massaged her breasts gently, which felt soothing and agonizing all at once.

  “Nex, would you hand me an ice cube from the bucket?”

  Nex gave it to him and Joaquin rolled the slick ice all over her sensitized breasts to relieve them. The slick, frozen contact was divinity and pure torture at the same time. Her eyes stung and welled with tears. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry. Here, suck on this ice cube. It will help you feel better.”

  She took the melting cube into her mouth, enjoying its wet coldness on her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

  “When you’ve calmed down we’ll discuss your safe word and why you used it when you don’t really want this to end.”

  It bothered and touched her how well he seemed to know her already. Claire didn’t want this to end. She loved her job and enjoyed being around these three, even if their dark natures disturbed her at times.

  Still, she recalled the trauma of last night’s dream. Rochelle had killed her men in that hellish nightmare and she couldn’t bear to think of what she would do if that ever happened in real life. The nightmares were growing steadily worse. She just knew someday Rochelle would find a way to hurt her and anyone who meant anything to her out of revenge. It was better this way. Even if she had to lose her job and never see them again, she could at least be assured of their safety in her absence.

  “I just don’t think I’m cut out to be your slave. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

  “Well, you are irritatingly belligerent, but that’s not the real reason you panicked, is it?” Joaquin eyed her knowingly and then his gaze followed his palm as he glided it down her abs. “You were afraid of something so you reacted. But people aren’t generally in their right minds when they panic. That’s why I want you to take a moment to calm down and really think about what you’re saying and what you’re giving up.”

  Claire took a deep breath, feeling the stress leave her, but she tensed when he sat between her legs again and lowered his head to her pussy. She shivered at his cool exhale on her skin there.

  “I can see it in your eyes. You would regret leaving and I don’t want you to go. None of us do.”

  She gasped softly when she felt his cold lips imprinting a kiss on her bare labia.

  “Now in your calm, right state of mind, think of all you would lose,” Joaquin murmured hotly in between covering her privates with kisses. “The job you love, the men who bring you unspeakable pleasure, the chance to explore your darker nature without judgment.”

  Each kiss undid her. When he parted her slit and showered her with kisses, she felt the eroticism effectively clouding her mind. His immediate response to her plea for him to stop had surprised her and proved to her that he was a good Dom, but now with the devilish way he seduced her cleft with his mouth, she realized he was as much a demon as he was a Master.

  “And my mouth buried between your svelte legs exactly where you want it to be, making love to your gorgeous cunt,” he cooed before tasting her with his tongue.

  A rough cry slipped from her at the feel of his cool tongue bathing her cunt in delicate, torrid strokes.

  “You look so beautiful and naughty stripped, bound and spread open like that with Joaquin’s mouth on you,” Dakarai praised.

  Claire moaned hoarsely at his description of their decadence and the way Joaquin took to swiping his tongue over her pussy hole before dipping into her vagina. She gaped and her heart almost stopped beating when she felt his tongue change from inside of her. It became much narrower and…forked. She was sleeping with a citizen of hell. The essence of her nature originated from there as well, though. No, she was better than him. She had a soul and was part human. He could make no such claim.

  Rochelle would kill her for this. She…dear god, but Joaquin’s tongue felt amazing. Human or forked it was phenomenal. He was able to reach deeper inside of her with it forked. He pulled it from her and flicked it against her pulsing gem.

  “And now, Claire, tell me, are you really using your safe word? Just say yes and all of this stops.” His now black eyes twinkled with a savage intensity that seemed to mock her lost resistance. “All of it.”

  Claire couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. She only knew she needed this and them. She would go crazy if this was suddenly cut short simply because Rochelle wanted it to be. Claire felt her back sweating against the sling as she tried to get closer to his mouth.

  Joaquin smiled impishly at her as he tapped her nubbin twice before stopping. “Yes or no? Are you using your safe word? Do you really want this to end?”

  “No,” she whispered back, locking eyes with his. His raunchy stare inflamed her, but his evil grin scared her a little.

  “I didn’t think so.” He lowered his head again and ate her out.

  She could see his tongue was still forked and, like a snake, he flitted it against her clit rapidly until she came from it. A soft scream tore from her throat as her body went ballistic beneath the indulgent possession. On the way down, his tongue changed back into its human counterpart and lapped up the juices of her release eagerly, as though it were candy to him.

  He crawled around to her right side again and lay beside her with his elbow propping him up. “And now, dear slave, I do believe there are two very attractive-looking men who would like to have their way with you. You won’t deny them, will you?”

  Her eyes bugged out when she saw that Dakarai a
nd Nex had undressed and were climbing onto the bed with them. Dakarai moved between her thighs and she heard the sound of foil ripping, indicating he was donning a condom. Nex sat on her left side, admiring her body with his eyes and hands.

  Joaquin turned her chin toward him to enforce eye contact between them. “Will you?”

  Her heart fluttered at his possessive gaze, at Nex’s hands and lips roaming her torso and at Dakarai aligning his penis to her opening.

  “I just don’t want any of you to get hurt because of me,” she whispered, trying to shut out the memory of last night’s dream. “I would never forgive myself if that happened.”

  “Nothing is going to happen to us. We know how to take care of ourselves. Just relax and let us take care of you…for the next few weeks,” Joaquin quickly added.

  Claire nodded, feeling bummed over that last part he added in. She would love to stay here but knew the cost of doing so would be too great. It was only temporary. It had to be, and apparently that was the way Joaquin wanted it as well.

  “You remember I said you only got a safe word for two days,” he reminded her, looking too damned gleeful that her time for retreat was apparently up. “Tonight is the end of the second day. If you stay with us, then you do so at the expense of a way out. None of us will inflict injury on you, but I can’t have you running off right before the show after I’ve got you all trained. If you choose to stay, you do so until I’m through with you and you sacrifice the luxury of a safe word. You are my slave after all, remember?”

  She swallowed, moaning deeply when Dakarai penetrated her. “I remember.”

  “Then tell me, Claire,” Joaquin whispered seductively into her ear as he traced the shell with his tongue, “do you promise to give up your safe word and become my slave?”

  She knew he meant it would only be for the duration of the next few weeks, but he didn’t say that just now, and it made it sound more permanent without that part thrown in. She shoved her paranoia aside, enjoying the way he nibbled on her earlobe and sucked it between his cool, attentive lips.

  “I promise,” she whispered back.