Masters of Temptation [Temptation, Wyoming 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Zoey Marcel

  “That’s better. You can’t run from me if you’re naked, can you?”

  Her cunt creamed hard at his words. A shiver danced across her skin and gave her chills when he used his finger to direct her chin upward and ensnared her gaze with his.

  “I asked you a question, Jill.”

  “No, Sir,” she replied.

  She gulped in a bunch of air nervously when he put his arm around her and led her back to their bed. He laid her down in it on her back and hovered over her in a position that was as sexual and masculine as it was dominant.

  “Are you scared, sweetheart? Did it overwhelm you losing control like that in subspace?” he asked in a tender, caring tone.

  She nodded, relieved when he didn’t scold her for not addressing him as Sir.

  “But it turned you on?”

  “Yes.” Her voice came out coy and breathless as he seared her eyes with his and ran his fingers through her hair.

  “Good girl. I’m proud of you for being honest with me,” he murmured in a sultry hush that gave her chills. “I don’t want you to run or hide from me. I want you naked for me always. I want to see everything, Jill. I’m going to own you and know you completely.”

  She shuddered at his startling words that sent thrilling tremors of rapture through her.

  “It’s going to be okay, love. I’ll take care of you.” His eyes devoured the sensual trail his hand made down her body. “I’ll keep you safe and protected.”

  “I, I don’t need a protector, Ben.” She dared to use his name while he instructed her, feeling a tiny victory when he neither rebuked nor spanked her for it.

  “Yes, you do. You need a protector, Jill, and it’s going to be me. Someday you’ll realize how much you need protection and you’ll turn to me for it.”

  When she moved her ankle she realized that he’d fastened her gold anklet on her there—the one he’d given her as her Collar of Consideration. He must have done it while she slept. The idea of him doing anything to her without her knowledge while she slept was as tantalizing as it was disturbing.

  He thought she’d turn to him for protection like some squalling, weakling housewife? What a comedian he was. Maybe when hell froze over she’d consider it. Arrogant Neanderthal.

  He pushed the covers back and continued to rasp his hand over her exposed body, eating her up with his hungry eyes. She heard a deep growl rumble in his manly chest when his hand swept over her leg and he saw the anklet there. The sound was primal and savage, awakening raw feminine need from within her, though it freaked the crap out of her inner feminist.

  This aggressive beast of a man would never help her reach her career goals. He’d only tear her down and stomp on her, and the sick, mind-boggling part was how much the thought turned her on. What deranged manner of insanity was this? Why the hell did being pushed around by a dominant gorilla make her giddy? Clearly she’d been spending too much time in this bat-shit crazy town.

  Perhaps she should go to see her nut-cracking friend, Claudia Presley, back in Malibu. She’d set her straight for sure, and probably help Jill think of some clever way to keep Ben and her independence.

  But why did the thought of losing it titillate her so much? What a twisted freak she was turning out to be, and it was all his fault.

  “I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to answer me honestly. Do you understand?” he asked.

  Normally she would have said something like, “Ben, just spit it out already. I’m not stupid. God, what’s wrong with you?” But this time she merely nodded, feeling relieved again when he didn’t scold her for forgetting his title. Was he being lenient with her because she was so vulnerable? Or was he slipping and losing his control to her?

  Could she win back her authority over him and hold the threat of leaving over his head so he always let her have her way? Their marriage would work so beautifully that way, and she’d always be happy. He could learn to be happy with her in charge, too.

  Ben looked down at her seriously with an upbraiding glance. “When you were grabbing your clothes a little bit ago and preparing to leave, were you planning on running to him?”

  Jill swallowed, knowing he meant Judah. Should she lie so they could just have sex and cuddle afterward, or should she tell the truth? Which would allay the subtle brewing of anger that seemed to radiate from his stern aura? Then again her silence had likely already confirmed his suspicions.

  “I wasn’t going to sleep with him,” she squeaked out in a meek, submissive tone that made her grimace. What weak, pathetic level had she stooped to?

  Ben looked like he’d snapped as he careened out of bed and grabbed her by the arm, yanking her to her feet. “Let’s go.”

  Go where? Something told her not to ask and to just obey him. Her heart went haywire as he walked her out into the hallway and then into the bathroom. He shut and locked the door behind them, looking fierce and daunting.

  “Honest, Ben. I wasn’t going to have sex with Judah. I just wanted to talk and hug.” She gasped and clamped her mouth shut, appalled at her startling honesty. Since when had she become so brutally honest with him? Mentioning the talking part was fine, but hugging? She meant it in a comforting way, not the affectionate, intimate way Ben would mistake it for.

  His eyes flashed hot and dark with warning. “I know exactly what you were going to do. Lie down.”

  Her eyes widened and she blinked at him in confusion, losing her breath when he shoved her to the floor. She lay on her back, tense and apprehensive, thrilling when she saw him lower his boxers as he reviled her with his hard, razor-sharp stare.

  “You might not have intended to sleep with him, but he would have seduced you, Jill.” Ben knelt on the fuzzy bathmat and splayed her thighs so he could sit between them. “He knows how susceptible you are in times like these. You always need sex when you’re this scared and vulnerable, whether you realize it or not. You can pretend I’m clueless about you, but the truth is I know you better than you know yourself.”

  The truth in his words startled her.

  No, they weren’t true.

  Oh crap, yes they were.

  His humid breath sizzled against her naked sex. “I know that scares the shit out of you, being so open and exposed, but that’s exactly the way I want you, completely naked inside and out, nowhere to run or hide. I’d keep you handcuffed to me night and day if it were practical.”

  Her slit moistened and she trembled at his words, trying to close her thighs so he couldn’t see her dampness. “I’m tired.”

  “So am I,” he growled, glaring at her coldly as his finger twirled through her slickness. “I’m tired of competing with some womanizing bastard for what rightfully belongs to me. You’re mine, not his. Now say it.”

  She choked on a breathy gasp when he pushed a broad finger into her slick channel. “I’m yours.”

  She cried out softly when he slapped her cunt and glowered at her.

  “Say the rest of it and keep your noises down. If you wake the kids I’m going to punish you.”

  Her pussy fluttered helplessly around his finger, trying to coax it into moving again to chase away the unbearable ache that still plagued her from deep within.

  “I’m yours, not his,” she whispered, feeling awkward and put in her place. But she loved Judah, too, and there was a part of her that would always be his as well.

  “You’d better not ever forget that again,” Ben threatened just before he went down on her.

  Her back arched, pushing her swollen folds into his mouth even more. She whimpered and clawed at the soft bathmat as he held her pelvis up and ate her out with ravaging intensity.

  “I, I wouldn’t have slept with him. I just wanted to talk with him,” she explained in a pleading tone as swells of pleasure built inside her.

  Ben lifted his head and glared at her fiercely. “Shut up.”

  She couldn’t suppress the tormented moan in time over being put in her place. Her body turned feverish and she felt unwell, sickened
with hot and cold pleasure to a degree that couldn’t be healthy.

  “If you want to talk to someone you talk with me. I’m your husband, goddamn it. Do you understand? You swore vows to me and to God. You signed a fucking contract.” He stopped licking her and fixated his harsh stare at her from between her splayed thighs. “I own you, damn it. You’re completely mine.”

  His eyes darkened with lust and the corners of his mouth twitched with arrogant satisfaction when her pussy oozed with honey over his dominant words.

  “I asked you if you understood.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His eyes scourged her with jurisdiction and some unnamed, forbidden longing. “Call me Master.”

  Her eyes widened and she shook her head frantically, squirming to get away from him. “No.”

  He lowered her pelvis and climbed on top of Jill, covering her body with his, making her mewl helplessly when his hard erection nestled in her moist sex lips.

  “You called me Master earlier while you were in subspace.”

  His fingers lacing through her hair felt disconcerting and somehow controlling despite the intimate gesture. “I didn’t know what I was saying earlier. You’re not my Master.”

  “You know that’s where we’re headed. I told you what I needed from you, and I could clearly see your deep need to submit even before we talked. Let me hear you say it and I’ll let you come.”

  Her eyes brimmed with tears. She wanted to come desperately, but to endow him with so much power was bound to be the mistake of the century. He’d turn into her dad and then she’d have to leave him.

  “You can do it, sweetheart. Just call me Master and I’ll get you off.” Ben kissed her forehead gently before rocking his hips so his cock rubbed insistently against her aching pussy. His slow gyrations made her vagina ache and leak uncontrollably.

  It was just a word. Maybe saying it wouldn’t be so bad. At least she would get an orgasm out of it. “Master.”

  He smiled and gripped her hair tightly, tugging her head back as he scooted down her body and peppered her neck with hot, moist kisses that made her tingly. “What do you want me to do for you, slave?”

  The term tied her stomach in knots. “Lick me, please.”

  “You want me to kiss your pussy all over until you come?” he murmured against the skin he moistened with his lips.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?” he growled just before suctioning the skin on her neck into his mouth in an angry suck.

  She practically wailed with pleasure. “Not so hard. You’ll leave hickeys.”

  “Good. I want to leave hickeys all over your body. I’m the only one who gets to. Besides you’re staying home tomorrow anyway.” He continued to ravage her neck with furious sucking and slurping.

  She wasn’t going anywhere tomorrow? Who the hell was he to decide that, and why was her first thought “I guess I’m staying home tomorrow”?

  “Say what I told you to say, Jill.” He kept devouring her neck and shoulder with his hungry mouth.

  Give him what he wants so you can come.

  But it wasn’t like her to let him take control. She used to be the one who withheld sex from him whenever he was a jerk and didn’t let her have her way. Now he was the one denying her orgasm unless she agreed to submit to him and call him Master.

  It’s just a word. It’s just word. I’m still my own boss.

  “Please let me come…Master.” Good god, why did her tone sound so much like whimpering and begging? She really needed to control herself.

  Ben gave her a self-satisfied smile like a smug bastard who desperately needed to be smacked by a domineering bitch. He lifted her pelvis and buried his face between her thighs, munching on her muff like a starving man. Jill bucked and tamped down on her sounds as she writhed against the cushy bathmat. The material felt extraordinary against her naked flesh while the hot, satin prowess of his wet tongue probed her drenched pussy.

  “Keep your hips raised and don’t move them,” he rasped. “Answer me, damn you.”

  Moisture trickled from her vagina. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Master,” he corrected her.

  Her body went into meltdown mode, and she began to shake with numerous sensations and emotions that warred inside of her. “Yes, Master. I’ll obey you.”

  What the hell did she just say?

  He groaned and traced the contours of her heated folds with his warm tongue. “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear.”

  Her breathing turned shallow and ragged as she struggled to regain control and her sanity. Both eluded her at present and all she could do was cram her pussy up against his face in search of the almighty climax. It was like nothing else mattered in that moment.

  He crammed the slippery appendage up her cunt hole and fucked her with it, grunting like a savage, wild man. His finger rubbed her little clit gently, making her utter feeble cries of want as he brought her to the verge of release and then denied her. Never once did he lose control of himself as he quietly demonstrated his power over her defeated body.

  “Spread your ass cheeks.”

  She blushed and squeezed her anus in defense. “More rimming?”

  “Yes, more rimming. You denied me your tight asshole all those years and now it’s mine for the taking. I won’t let you deny me any longer, Jill. I’m going to lick you from ass to clit and you’re going to come hard all over my face.”

  She blushed when he watched her wetness trickle down her skin.

  “You’re creaming so much it’s coating your asshole. How thoughtful of you to lubricate yourself for me.”

  She swallowed and her cheeks flushed more. “Ben…”

  “Ass cheeks apart, Jill. And don’t call me Ben right now.”

  Her body quaked as she split her buttocks open and lay there tense, waiting for his determined tongue to invade her there. He took his damned sweet time playing with her spongy vulva first and laving her perineum. His tongue wiggled up her widened crack, dragging pitiful sounds from her. Helpless, conquered noises that would make her friend Claudia or any other feminist punch her in the face.

  “My asshole,” he growled in a husky tone. “Mine to fuck.”

  Jill let out a breathy wail as he rimmed her anus and fucked his tongue into her hard and deep. When he was good and ready and had her wetness dripping down into her crack, he swiveled his tongue back through her creamy sex and lashed violently at her clitoris. He ran his tongue through the length of her slit and pushed the slick muscle into her sopping pussy. He tongue-fucked her and rubbed her pulsing clit until she exploded with pleasure. Her cunt sucked onto his tongue while she came and she had to cover her own mouth with her hand to keep her pleasured outcries from extending beyond the bathroom walls.

  He licked her folds clean and then sat up with a calm, serious expression as he stared down at the writhing, quivering mess she was. The only consolation she found was in the fact that she’d seduced him into going down on her rather than punishing her for her intention to go and see Judah.

  But this short-lived comfort was eclipsed by the shocking realization that she’d just pleaded for orgasm and had been desperate enough for release that she’d submitted to Ben and called him Master. What had she done? If her hope had been to gain back some of the power he’d stolen from her the chances of that happening were shot to hell now.

  He gently helped Jill to her feet and stood there with her, holding her in his arms and caressing her cares away in a telling silence. Her eyes flickered to the mirror as the brawny heat of his body consumed her senses. Her reflection revealed stripes, welts, and bruises from her flogging earlier. She felt owned and overpowered at the marks of her husband’s possession of her. The sight excited her.

  “I’m going to spank you now, Jill,” he told her in a quiet, serious tone. “Do you understand why, sweetheart?”

  The “because you’re a callous bastard” answer probably wasn’t the best reply. She gulped nervously, unable to pry herself away from the scald
ing heat of his strong, masculine body for as much as she wanted to.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Why?”

  She refrained from scowling. Difficult twit. “Because I was going to go see Judah.”

  “That’s right.” His fingertips tenderly grazing the stripes of discipline were an intriguing contrast. “And you know you’re not supposed to do that, don’t you?”

  The condescension didn’t piss her off like she thought it might. She felt apprehensive and guilty more than anything. “Yes, Sir.”

  He didn’t make her call him Master. That was a relief.

  He held her back at arm’s length and gently lifted her chin. His eyes were tender and full of subtle authority. “You know this is the only way you’ll learn. I’ve tried to be patient with you, Jill, but you’ve forced my hand. You agree that you deserve to be punished?”

  “Yes,” she quietly agreed, letting her eyes drop in shame.

  What was she doing? Where was the pissed-off, cursing queen bee? Why this quiet, obedient female about to willingly take her punishment?

  “I know this isn’t fun, but it’s necessary. I ate you out because I figured it would calm you during subdrop, but this sneaking out to see Judah is unacceptable. I won’t tolerate shit like that from you anymore, Jill.” Ben’s hold on her chin tightened, making her lips pucker. His tone dropped as he elevated her head, but his jurisdiction over her was still unmistakable. “You’re my wife, not his. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Get in the shower. I want you to get your ass nice and wet so your spanking hurts more.”

  Her anus clenched in trepidation as she stepped into the shower and turned the water on. She soaked her rump, quaking with the knowledge that her spouse was about to punish her for disobedience.

  “Turn around and place your hands against the wall. Don’t tense up. This needs to hurt in order for you to learn,” he instructed, getting into the shower once she assumed the position. “I want our marriage to work this time around, but it won’t if you cheat on me again.”