by Zoey Marcel
“I’m not wearing anything.”
He groaned and buried his face in her hair.
“Judah told me to go without panties tonight. He said sluts don’t wear panties, and if I ever want to wear them again I have to learn how to take two cocks in my mouth at once first.”
Ben moaned, cramming the bulge in his jeans against her. “Remind me to thank him.”
“I’m really wet, Ben,” she whispered, guiding his hand under her dress to cup her hot pussy.
“Mmm, you are. Do you think you can come for me before anyone walks in here?”
She grinned, biting back a soft moan when his broad finger skimmed through her warm nectar. “I’ll try, Sir.”
“We’re equals, honey. You don’t have to call me Sir.”
“I wanted to.” She leaned back against him, melting into his body as her cunt absorbed the pleasure his fingers gave her. “I miss it, Ben. I miss having you take control.”
“You have Logan and Judah for Doms. You don’t need me.”
She touched his arm with her hand, brushing her palm over the hair and admiring the strength and veins in his forearm as he held it against her tummy while his hand worked her clit below.
“I do you need you, Ben. You’re hottest to me when you take charge,” she whispered, gyrating her hips and pushing her clit into his finger.
“Is that so?” His voice sounded husky.
“Yes, Sir.” The familiar heat and tingles commenced, and she gave herself over to a euphoric moan.
“Keep talking, woman. I want you to come admitting that your husband has won and wears the pants.”
She whimpered, feeling her pussy leak with submissive lust. “Oh god, Ben, I think I might scream.”
He chuckled. “Well, that would be an interesting conversation to have when I go back out there.”
“Oh, don’t make me scream.”
He rubbed her fleshy clitoris faster. “You’d have no choice but to scream if I ordered you to, wouldn’t you, little wife?”
A heat wave swept over her. “Yes, Sir.”
“Take the heels off.”
She stepped out of her green pumps, feeling a rush of endorphins when he moved them aside with his foot.
“I like you barefoot,” he teased.
His taunting drove her crazy. Her doubts and fears were gone, leaving behind only arousal and a strong desire to submit.
“Say what I told you to say. I want to hear those words on your tongue when you come,” he murmured into her hair.
Her legs started to shake and her stomach muscles contracted. “You win, Ben. You wear the pants.”
“Are you my sweetheart?”
“Yes.” The pleasure mounted inside her. “Oh god, don’t tease me. I was so close.”
He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “You can come when I want you to come. Are you my slut?”
“Yes.”
He stimulated her faster. “Are you my little housewife?”
A feeble noise of arousal squeaked from her as she started to slip over the edge. “Yeah.”
“Say you’re my good, submissive little wife.” The rod in his jeans tightened and thickened the more he taunted and touched her.
“Oh god, you’re amazing,” she choked out.
His hand went around her throat, and his tone turned hot and dark. “Say it.”
“I’m your good, submissive little wife.” It was difficult to focus on talking while an intense orgasm bombarded her, but once the words were uttered, she lost herself to the chaotic siege of nirvana overthrowing her body.
Ben’s hand went over her mouth to silence her sob of need. “I was kidding about wanting to explain your noises to my family.”
Jill convulsed in his arms before lurching forward against the counter, panting hard. Her cunt pounded, clit pulsing as hot juices oozed from her sex. “Wow. Thank you. I’ve got to clean up before your mother gets back.”
“Too late. She’s coming.”
Jill spun around. “Oh no, I’m a mess.”
“Don’t clean up yet, Jill.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “You just sit there at the table and talk to my mom. Everyone will think you’re a lady wearing that dress, but the whole time we’ll know just how slutty you are with your pussy soaked and no panties.”
She sighed when he kissed her forehead. “Yes, Master.”
Ben’s head jerked and he gaped at her in surprise. His eyes were deep with penetrating warmth and a glassy quality.
“Collar me, sheriff?” she whispered, walking her fingers up his chest.
“I just might.” He kissed her fingertips before smiling at her and heading back into the living room.
Her cunt clenched at his words.
“I’m back, dear,” Edna Easton announced as she returned from down the hall. “I still can’t believe how quickly you got everything packed.”
“I had help.”
“Why did you take your shoes off?”
Jill blushed and moved them beside her before sitting back down at the table. “You know how it is spending all day in high heels.”
“Oh, I know it.” Edna waved her off. “Did I ever show you that shoe rack Ben made for me when he was a teenager?”
Jill’s ears perked, hungry for information about her husband. “No. Do you still have it?”
“Oh yes, I kept all the things the boys made for me. Ben did such a good job on the shoe rack. He’s really good with his hands.”
Jill tried not to giggle like a smitten teenager. Her pussy seeped with fond recollection of her husband’s hands. “Yes, he sure is.”
* * * *
Jill walked down the aisle outdoors in the warm September air. A cool breeze suggested that autumn would soon arrive to harden the friendly heat of the sun. Today had the feel of Indian summer, though.
She felt like a goddess in the pristine white bridal dress as she walked toward her four grooms. The silken gown she wore had spaghetti straps and a plunging V-neckline with a sparkly sequin in the middle of the bodice below her bust. The white silk hugged her hips like an enthusiastic lover and the gown dragged a bit on the grass behind her.
Ben had asked her when she’d first pointed the dress out just why she needed so much cleavage on her wedding day if she wasn’t out to seduce anyone. To which she’d replied that she had every intention of seducing four men at her wedding. He’d readily agreed that she should get the dress.
Her hair fell soft and curly over her shoulders. There were a lot of people and they were all looking at her. Good lord.
Callie Spencer sat with her girlfriend, Hilary, and their boyfriend, Cameron Hunter. The three of them had bought Ben and Jill’s old house and were quite ecstatic about living in a house instead of an apartment.
Ben, Jill, and Neil had moved in with Logan and Judah at their ranch along with Pasadena and Coral.
Jill smiled at her two daughters in their pretty green dresses. They were the two prettiest flower girls she’d ever seen.
Jill’s younger sister, Chanel, sat with her three husbands, Brad, Dawson, and Cory Taylor. Chanel was round in the belly and ready to burst with child any minute. Her due date was tomorrow.
Jill smiled at her before looking ahead to her four grooms. God, they were handsome and sexy as sin in their black tuxes as they stood there waiting for her with loving smiles and beautiful eyes.
After her sister gave birth tomorrow and they got to see the baby, Jill would be off to her honeymoon in Hawaii with her four husbands. She couldn’t wait.
The nervousness of being the focal point of an entire audience waned as the preacher, Constantine Wrenwar, spoke his part, seeming mildly embarrassed in the beginning when he looked at either Ben or Judah.
The five of them said their vows. Jill gave each of her men gold bands and Ben slipped a gold band with a large flower-shaped diamond in the center on her ring finger.
Her sister’s wedding ring was just a tiny bit bigger, but Jill thought her own ring was far
more beautiful and unique.
At one point she saw Ben looking contemplative before reaching for Neil’s hand and taking it in his. Neil looked down at their joined hands in surprise before grinning and squeezing Ben’s hand in gratitude.
A loud gasp could be heard, and it sounded an awful lot like Ben’s father. Ben stiffened uncomfortably before a slow smile eased onto his face. Jill caressed his hand with her thumb, and he gave her an adoring smile.
Once the rings were exchanged, Logan stepped forward and presented her with a collar. Jill automatically got on her knees, though doing so in heels and a skintight dress was a slight ordeal.
The sterling silver collar had tiny heart-shaped engravings here and there on it. A few tiny pale-pink teardrop-shaped gems dangled from tiny hooks on the collar, and two silver chains attached to each hook and dangled, interlacing in places. In the center was a large heart made of some kind of jewel. Pale-pink diamond or light-purple amethyst, Jill wasn’t sure.
The collar was breathtaking. She nearly wept with joy when she moved her hair aside and Logan locked it around her neck.
There was a time years ago when she considered one husband to be a handful and power exchange a wicked fantasy, but a big “hell no” in real life.
Now she couldn’t disagree more. She had four husbands, four Masters. Well, three for now. Neil kept insisting that he wasn’t her Master. He was simply awesome. She couldn’t argue with that, but should he ever hunger to dominate her like her other three men did, she would submit to him, too.
The audience clapped and started to get up, wanting cake and alcohol, but she lingered on her knees for a moment, feeling whole and happy when Ben, Judah, and Neil stepped forward and surrounded her.
Logan stood in front of her with a loving smile and caught the falling tear she shed. “Tell me what’s going through your mind right now, my sweet. What are you feeling?”
Jill smiled, feeling complete and for once unashamed of her tears. “I feel free, Master.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Zoey Marcel lives with her husband, their baby, and their quirky pug in the Pacific Northwest.
She writes erotica and erotic romance, and her favorite genres include paranormal, BDSM, ménage, dark fantasy, and historical. Her stories range from scorching and moving to dark and edgy. She enjoys variety in her characters, but her favorite heroes are the tortured ones in need of love and redemption.
When she’s not writing, Zoey enjoys spending time with her husband and friends, working out, reading, going for drives, and seeing new places.
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