by Zoey Marcel
No such luck. Apparently even a strong dosage of hormone suppressants couldn’t stop the mating heat now. He and Jill needed to mate.
Nex Harper ran in. “The mating heat got to you, did it?”
“Where is she?” Logan asked, feeling crazed with need for his tight, trim little mate.
Nex blocked the way, speaking in his Scottish accent. “You told me to stop you from succumbing to mating heat with her by whatever means necessary. Shall I hit you over the head, lad?”
“Go fuck yourself. I’m going after her.” Logan shoved past him, growling in pain when the were-tiger hit him over the head with something. He thought he saw one of the club owners, Dakarai Hawthorne, appear in the doorway.
“Nex, what have you done?” Dakarai asked.
Nex, the bouncer, sounded extremely happy. “He asked me to do it. I finally got to hit someone over the head with their permission.”
Everything went black.
* * * *
Ben walked into the club and approached Logan, who sat at a table alone.
The cowboy didn’t look at him as he raised his shot glass. “The mating heat got to me. I lost control. Jill left before anything happened.”
“I know. She told me. Poor thing tripped and fell on some broken glass when she was leaving you. It cut her arm up.” Ben recalled his nurturing urge to hold her when he’d seen the bandage on her arm.
Logan didn’t say anything for a moment. His focus stayed transfixed straight ahead. “Is that what she told you?”
“Yeah, you didn’t know?” Ben pulled up a chair and sat down at the table. “You got a minute?”
Logan took a drink before setting his glass down. “What’s on your mind?”
“I hate the thought of sharing Jill with anyone else besides Neil, but I can’t stand to see her this way.” Ben leaned in so no one could hear him. “I’ve decided to share her with you.”
Logan paused, but his face was unreadable.
“Judah can have her, too, once in a while, but I don’t want to hear about it.”
“Did Jill claim you when she went home?”
Ben heaved a frustrated sigh and leaned back in his chair. “No. I’m still mated to the Shaughnessy bastard because of it.”
“So you’re bargaining with her.” Logan glanced down into his empty shot glass. “You’re gonna share her if she agrees to claim you?”
“Can you think of a better idea?” Ben retorted.
“If you give into her original ultimatum, she won’t respect you, even if she’s grateful.”
“And what do you suggest I do?”
Logan poured himself more whiskey. “You need to beef up the deal on your end so you get more out of it. If she gets what she really wants, shouldn’t you get your heart’s desire as well?”
“I already have Jill.”
Logan finally looked at him, setting his glass down roughly with a satisfied exhale. “But not her submission. She holds back with you. Don’t let her.”
“She thinks letting me have my way once in a while is submission. I need more than that from her.”
“Then tell her. Don’t beat around the bush or tell her she’s a sub one minute and call her a slave the next. Tell her exactly what you want from her, what you need and expect from her. She’s made it clear who she wants and how. Now it’s your turn to tell her what you want and how.”
“So now I’m the one giving her an ultimatum?” Ben felt a smile coming on.
Logan’s lips twitched before he took another swallow of liquor. “You’re taking control like she secretly wants. She’ll fight you. She’ll probably never stop testing you to see if you love her unconditionally, and never stop trying to overthrow your authority. But if you’re patient with her and don’t let her walk on you, in time she’ll treat you the way you want to be treated and give you the respect you’ve earned. And you’ll give her the security and strength she needs.”
“Will she ever see me as her Master?” Ben asked. He wasn’t even sure whether he preferred to hear Sir or Master anymore. Both were good, but all that mattered was having his wife and winning her respect.
“She will when you are one,” Logan replied.
“How will I know when I’m one?”
“When she calls you Master without you ever telling her to.”
* * * *
Jill walked into the open dining room and halted when she saw Ben and Neil standing around the island in the kitchen with Logan and Judah. In what weird-ass universe was that normal?
“What’s going on?” she asked nervously, trying to conceal all traces of hope in her tone.
“Show us your tits, baby.” Judah blew her a kiss.
Neil laughed. “Nice and to the point. Awesome.”
“Your clothes, take them off,” Logan ordered in a quiet voice.
Her eyes flickered over to Ben for an explanation, but he simply nodded at her. Trembling, she discarded the clothes from her body and stood before them naked. One of them had better start undressing soon and make the moment less awkward.
Ben patted the marble island. “Lie down.”
“I make food there, Ben.” Her stomach fluttered at the stern way his brow popped up at her protest. “Yes, Sir.”
She hopped up onto the island and lay stiffly on her back.
“Relax, baby.” Neil winked at her, stroking the marble surface. “Remember, no man is an island.”
Ben rolled his eyes with a smile, and Judah smirked.
Logan retained his composure as he fiddled with candles on the counter.
Jill smiled and shook her head, thankful Neil’s antics had calmed her to a certain extent. “What’s this about, Ben…Sir?”
“You said you wouldn’t claim me until I gave you what wanted,” Ben reminded her, sounding ominous and crafty. “Well, here you go, babe, your two cowboys are here to fuck you, but there’s a catch.”
“I have to claim you,” she said, feeling uneasy as she tried to prop herself up with her elbows. “Ben—”
Judah stood between her splayed thighs and pressed on her tummy while Neil and Logan loosened her braced arms so she lay down again.
“That’s part of it,” Ben concurred, “but there’s more. The way I figure claiming me is just you doing your duty and being a good little wife.”
Her jaw locked with the age-old war of annoyance and arousal at his chauvinistic condescension. He was joking, of course, or at least half in jest.
“But me sharing you with two other men—”
“Three, bro,” Neil interrupted Ben.
“Three men,” Ben corrected himself. “That seems to me to be going above and beyond being a good husband.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, you’re a saint and I’m a whore. Thanks for the reminder. Now let go of me so I can walk out of here and slam the door on your pious face.”
Ben smiled in that charming way of his like he often did when she said something snippy during a moment when he had her cornered. “Nice try, sweetheart. I’m beefing up the deal for me. You can have your precious cowboys, but in return you have to give me your submission, your complete submission.”
She gulped, noting the sudden tightness on her chest, her nipples hardening with anticipation. Goose bumps sprouted on her arms, accompanied by chills of excitement and apprehension. Complete surrender—her greatest fantasy…and worst nightmare.
“I don’t mean satin ties, pink feathers, or a light spanking,” Ben continued.
“Hell, no,” Judah blurted. “We’re talking heavy bondage, perverted toys, and hardcore punishment.”
Her eyes bugged out and she blinked, glowering at Judah when he grinned and blew her a kiss to let her know he was joking, or at least she hoped he was. Half of her hoped he wasn’t kidding. How delicious would that be?
Ben exhaled in annoyance, throwing Judah a dirty look for talking or possibly for existing. “I’m talking about a power exchange, Jill. If you want them in your life, then you have to surrender control o
ver to me from now on. That’s the condition. Take it or leave it.”
Jill weighed her decision carefully. “How long do I have to think about it?”
“Until we’re done here,” Logan answered, bringing a votive with a flickering candle over. “Close your eyes and keep them closed until we tell you to open them.”
“You’re not going to set me on fire, are you?” she shrieked.
Neil made a pfft noise. “Baby, we’d never set you on fire. We’re just going to pour hot wax on your body.”
“This was something you wanted to try according to your list,” Logan reminded her. “If you still want this, close your eyes and keep them that way until told otherwise.”
She shut her eyes, shaking with nervous delight. They were all there, all four of her loves. Could this really work? Would Ben really share her with them if she agreed to his terms?
“Your safe word is ‘pie,’” Ben informed her.
She’d show him pie. The word put a humored smile on her face, though.
“No talking, darlin’, just feel,” Judah coaxed, pushing her legs apart even more.
She felt too naked and exposed being completely spread open like that and lying on her back in front of the four of them while they were still clothed.
Strong, manly hands grasped her by the wrists and held her arms above her head and against the island. The hands felt like Ben’s.
“What—”
“Just relax, sunshine. I’ve got you,” Ben lulled.
“I’d feel more comfortable if my eyes were open,” she told him.
“This is the way I want you, babe—spread open and naked with your arms pinned down and your eyes closed, completely vulnerable and trusting. It’s your best look, sweetheart.”
Ben’s voice calmed her, but the knowledge that there were candles burning to touch her nude body made her as uneasy as she was ready.
A smaller, slightly softer hand she knew was Neil’s ran over her sensitive underarm before paying homage to her breasts with his fingertips. He dragged them enticingly over the tops and along the sides of her globes and then used the backs of his fingers to slide across the sensitive underside of her tits. The intimate contact and teasing promise of carnal things to come made her wet and ready.
An easy sound of elation slipped from her when Judah positioned his head between her legs and covered her smooth mound with gentle kisses. He lightly rubbed her pussy lips in between kissing them, driving her wild with want.
“Say you want it,” he taunted in a husky tone.
She whimpered at the balmy swipe of his slick tongue across her naked sex. “I want it, Sir.”
“Fuck,” Judah breathed in reverence. “Too bad I’m not going down on you right now.”
She whined as moisture seeped from her slit. What a tease.
“You can have my fingers, though.”
Her back arched when two of his digits pushed into her cunt, coated in lube.
She dared to peek and saw Logan dunk the soft-bristled tips of a paintbrush in the melted wax and then brushed it on the top of her bosom, enveloping her in molten liquid. His eyes made love to hers while he continued to brush melted wax on her chest and left thigh.
“Why are your eyes open, pet?” he asked.
“Sorry.” Jill snapped them shut, moaning and pushing into Judah’s probing fingers as he stretched and stroked into her.
“Keep your eyes closed. I’m about to pour wax on you. I don’t want it to splatter and get in your eyes,” Logan warned.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Logan and I prefer to be called Master, Jill,” Judah informed her while he worked his fingers in and out of her cunt hole.
“You want a power exchange with me,” she realized, growing hot and weak even as she trembled with uncertainty. Then again that might have been her slowly approaching climax on the horizon.
Could she handle three Masters, four if Neil decided to jump on the bandwagon?
“We do, pet,” Logan replied.
She let out a long, deep moan when she felt scalding warmth pour over her vulnerable flesh. The scent of beeswax was heavenly, though the wax was a hot punishment. Once it started to cool, the pliable softness encased her skin in lingering warmth.
“This stuff burns hotter than the other wax I brushed onto you,” Logan said. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine, Sir, or M…do I have to call you guys that all the time?”
“Not all the time, no. There are different protocols we’ll teach you,” Logan explained. “During low protocol you can call us by name or pet names. During medium it depends on the situation. We’ll explain more later if you agree to this.”
“In high protocol you’d have to call us Master at all times,” Judah added.
Ben hadn’t been kidding when he’d told her that Logan and Judah had delved deeper into the lifestyle than he’d already ventured with her.
Warm breath basked against her armpit before cartilage touched her skin and nuzzled. She guessed it was Neil.
“What the hell, Neil?” she demanded.
Judah slapped her pussy, sounding happy over the way she flinched. “You can’t talk like that to us, Jill. You’ve got to be respectful.”
“I’d lick you here, but you’re wearing deodorant,” Neil said.
Ben still clasped her wrists together at the head of the island. “I thought I told you not to put on any deodorant after your shower today, Jill.”
“Ben, I’m not walking around without deodorant.” She winced when human teeth bit the tender flesh of her inner thigh. “Ow! Was that necessary?”
“You didn’t call him Sir,” Judah reminded her.
“I wasn’t asking you to go without deodorant all the time,” Ben explained. “I appreciate that you have good hygiene. I just told you not to put any on when you got out of the shower today. It was only supposed to be for a few minutes. Then when we’re done you could wash and put deodorant on.”
“I’ll just wash it off,” Neil decided.
Jill heard water running in the metal sink and then footsteps on the kitchen floor. A warm cloth rubbed her armpit gently, wiping away her freshly applied deodorant before he cleaned her other side as well.
Not wear deodorant? What sort of backward, careless—
“Don’t come, Jill,” Judah warned. “You’re not allowed to come without permission. That includes masturbation, unless we tell you to touch yourself. If you belong to us, you have to understand that your body is ours, not yours.”
There was a time when such a speech might have earned even Judah a slug mark on the face, but now all she could do was lie there sweating against the island with her eyes closed. Her body trembled and her pussy dampened with need at the pleasurable feel of three of Judah’s fingers applying pressure to her G-spot.
Logan poured more melted wax onto her tummy and splattered a bit onto her breasts deliberately. He drizzled scorching lava onto her nude sex, making her cringe and sigh at the unpleasant fire that became sensual warmth and then luxurious heat inside her blood.
“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” Ben asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, barely able to think clearly.
Soft lips kissed a line up the right side of her body before settling in her armpit. At a guess, she’d say it was Neil.
“No, no!” Jill squirmed. “That’s disgusting!”
Ben gripped her wrists tighter.
“Remember what I told you about the word no, Jill?” Logan asked in a firm voice.
“Sorry, Master.”
“Sir is fine for now,” he replied. “If you agree to our terms, then we can discuss titles, protocols, and rules.”
She swallowed, feeling warm and tingly all over.
“Are you using your safe word, Jill?” Judah asked.
She knew the safe word was a safety net for her protection and a source of comfort, but to her it was a challenge. She wouldn’t utter the damned thing no matter what they did to her. “No, Sir.�
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Neil kept kissing, nuzzling, and licking under her arm until she started to relax and enjoy the unusual stimulation. He moved to the other side and wet her armpit with his moist kisses and invigorating licks of his tongue.
“Back off for a minute, Neil. I don’t want to get this on you,” Logan advised.
Neil stepped back.
“Close your eyes,” Logan warned when Jill peeked. Nothing got past him.
She obeyed, flinching and gasping at the wicked droplets of fire that pinged onto her untouched skin. He then aimed for her nipples, adding another layer of melted wax to the first layer. The molten tears plopped onto the cooled layer, creating a penetrating heat that riled her sexually and heated her blood.
“That feels good, Sir,” she quietly confessed.
“Glad you like it,” Logan replied. “You can open your eyes now.”
Jill blinked to adjust to the warm light of filtered sunshine coming through the dining room window. Judah stood between her thighs, heating her blood with that molten silver-blue stare of his as his fingers fucked her G-spot, persuading it that pleasure was its only option when he touched her like that.
The wax was starting to cool, and the waterfall of waxy trickles seemed frozen on her flesh in places, making for a decadent, messy work of art. Some of the runoff was creamy colored wax, but there were warm, solidified trails of reds, greens, and blues frozen in place on her raw, clammy skin. She felt like a vibrant masterpiece splattered with colors to appease some creative deity of art.
“You smell like a woman, baby,” Neil murmured against her arm as his wandering lips dipped back down into her underarm. “You’re starting to sweat. I love it.”
She gasped and wriggled with discomfort. Men were so strange. What was so appealing about sweat?
Then again, she’d seen Ben and Logan covered in perspiration after a hard workout at the gym. They looked so primal and masculine sweating like animals with their bulging muscles all swollen from a hard workout while beads of sweat dripped from their foreheads. Their moderate panting probably escaped their notice, but to her it was hot as hell the way it triggered memories of blazing passion with them.
