Masters of Temptation [Temptation, Wyoming 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)
Temptation, Wyoming 6
Masters of Temptation
Life is sweet for Jill Easton after her reconciliation with her husband, Ben. He’s even allowed Neil Banks into their marriage. She has everything she wants, except for Logan Weston and Judah Shaughnessy, the other two loves of her life.
She discovers that Ben has a spanking fetish and a startling obsession with the 1950s that challenges her inner feminist and entices the natural submissive in her. Their power struggle is halted when fate takes a turn for the worst, and Jill must prove how far she’s willing to go to save the man she loves most.
When their BDSM relationship progresses, Ben calls Logan in to help train Jill. Jealous, Judah hatches a plan to make Ben want to share Jill with him, but things go horribly wrong. The four men must unite to heal Jill from her inner demons and prove to her that only complete surrender to them will set her free.
Note: This book contains double vaginal penetration.
Note: This book contains double anal penetration.
Note: This book is a sequel to Badge of Temptation. Although each book ends with an HEA for its main characters, the two books share an external story arc.
Genre: BDSM, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal
Length: 103,022 words
MASTERS OF TEMPTATION
Temptation, Wyoming 6
Zoey Marcel
MENAGE AND MORE
Siren Publishing, Inc.
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MASTERS OF TEMPTATION
Copyright © 2013 by Zoey Marcel
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Chapter One:
’Til Death Do Us Part
Jill Easton watched in quiet awe as her younger sister, Chanel Carmichael, got ready for her wedding ceremony. Well, she wouldn’t carry the Carmichael legacy for long. She was soon to be Chanel Taylor once she got her name changed.
Callie Spencer meticulously applied Chanel’s makeup like a pro, impressing the heck out of Jill with the smashing results. Chanel looked exquisite. Maybe Jill would have Callie do her makeup come September when she renewed her vows with her husband, Ben Easton. They were still legally married, but after their recent reconciliation from their seven-and-a-half-year separation, they’d decided that a public declaration of their love for each other was a good idea.
They’d gone to a judge when they originally got married thirteen years ago, and while the memory was something they both treasured, Jill was looking forward to having an actual wedding this time around and wearing the damned white dress.
Neil Banks seemed to be equally excited about the arrival of September. Jill and Ben had known him since childhood, and Neil had told them that he’d been in love with them since high school.
They were all thirty-five now, and Ben had finally admitted that he was bisexual. He’d agreed to let Neil into their marriage permanently, though he still didn’t want anyone to know that their ménage relationship was a full-contact one just yet.
Personally Jill didn’t ever see her husband admitting publicly that he went both ways. But then again, years ago he never would have agreed to share her with another man, and now he was fine with Neil joining their marriage bed. Maybe someday Ben would be fine holding hands with him in public. She hoped for Neil’s sake that Ben eventually came around to that, but at least he’d grown comfortable with saying “I love you” to his best guy friend.
She returned from her drifting thoughts and refocused on the bride of today’s wedding. It was early May and spring was in full force, making it a perfect time to tie the knot outdoors like Chanel had always wanted to.
She looked absolutely stunning standing there in the breathtaking, white wedding gown. It was a sleeveless dress with boning in the bodice to give it a fitted, corset look that gave her bust a decent lift, though the cleavage was minimal. The white satin basque was gathered in front at about hip-length and pinned with a decorative white rose. In the back she was laced up and the satin draped halfway down her legs. The majority of the white gown was ruffled layers of lace that tumbled down her lower body in an elegant cascade that reached the floor without dragging.
Her long brown hair had been curled. The ringlets and waves flounced around her shoulders and down her back like a glorious waterfall.
“What do you think, Jill?” Chanel asked. “Pink flower in the hair or no?”
Jill couldn’t imagine her sister looking any more beautiful than she already did, but a small pink flower would probably add to the magical spring look she was going for. Jill selected the smallest pink lily she could find from Chanel’s bouquet and nestled it in her hair, securing it behind her ear.
“I like it,” Chanel
decided with a giddy smile. She turned to face her older sister anxiously. “How do I look? Be honest.”
Jill scanned her over, feeling warm and cozy inside. Her little sister was getting married today…to three men. She picked up the bouquet of pink lilies and baby’s breath and handed it to Chanel. “You look absolutely breathtaking.”
“Thank you.” Chanel never stopped smiling.
Callie looked proud of her work as she scrutinized Chanel’s face. “What do you guys think?”
Chanel turned and examined her made-up face in the full-length mirror. “Oh, Callie, you did a great job. Thank you.”
It was true. Chanel was an eye catcher anyway, but Callie’s expertise had ensured that Chanel looked flawless and model-gorgeous.
“You look beautiful. Nice job, Callie,” Jill praised. “I think you should do my makeup in September.”
Callie was beaming as she put her makeup kit away. “I’d be happy to.”
She got her stuff together and then left the room.
“Are you nervous?” Jill asked.
Chanel nodded, but if she was nervous her excitement prevented her from showing it. “Yeah, a little, but I’m very excited. I’ve been in love with them since I was in high school. I can’t believe I get all three of them. I feel like all my dreams came true. I don’t deserve this.”
“Of course you do, silly. This is your big day. You deserve every moment of it.”
Jill noticed with satisfaction how Chanel’s peridot engagement ring sparkled brilliantly. She’d seen the wedding ring her sister picked out. It was a big, shiny diamond ring.
The pink lily in her hair matched the pink diamonds in her choker, and the jades were a nice addition, too. Anyone who didn’t know any better would suppose the fancy necklace was simply an expensive piece of jewelry Chanel had purchased for the special day.
In actuality the choker was a slave collar. While the shiny jewels and polished stones were striking and obviously real, Jill still couldn’t understand why her sister had agreed to be the Taylors’ love slave. Chanel obviously had a submissive nature, but how could she after the tyranny their father had subjected them to?
Jill had made a promise to herself to be her own woman and submit to no man ever again. She didn’t want to lose her identity or become a doormat like they’d once been.
Oh, well. It was Chanel’s choice and she was evidently very happy with it.
“I’m sorry our parents weren’t supportive,” Jill said, trying not to sound bitter.
Chanel didn’t seem bothered by this. “Don’t be. If they can’t support something that means so much to me, then I don’t need them.”
Jill wished she could have that kind of attitude about the situation, but she was angry, and had been for a long time. At least her sister had made peace with the past.
Chanel was in her fifth month of pregnancy. Their parents refused to attend their youngest daughter’s wedding when she’d gotten knocked up out of wedlock and was marrying three men. They considered the town of Temptation and its residents a vile joke and had sworn to stay away.
Jill didn’t mind, though. Chanel’s pregnancy and how many grooms she had were her own business. She wasn’t marrying to conceal an indiscretion. She and the Taylors were getting hitched out of love.
Jill went outside and sat down in between her husband, Ben, and their friend, Neil.
“We missed you,” Ben murmured as he planted a kiss on her head and breathed in the fragrance of her hair.
“I missed you guys, too. I was just helping Chanel get ready. She looks wonderful.”
Neil placed his hand on her thigh. “Not as awesome as you will in September.”
“That’s sweet. Neil!” She moved his hand and slapped it when he slid his palm under her rose-pink dress to caress her bare thigh. The hem fell to just an inch above her knees, so his journey under there was hardly a difficult one.
He gave her a mischievous grin. “I like these bridesmaids’ dresses. They’re nice and slutty.”
She gave him a playful swat. “I do not look like a slut.”
Ben placed his hand on her left thigh and slipped it under her dress. “What have we here?”
“Ben!” She yanked his hand out and slapped the top of it. “Naughty. Honestly, you two, we’re in public.”
Ben looked at Neil and smiled. “Neil, how long until the wedding starts?”
Neil rolled up the sleeve of his tux and glanced down at his silver Rolex watch. “It looks like we’ve got about thirty-five minutes or thereabouts.”
“Thirty-five minutes. Hmm,” Ben began in a mysterious manner. “Now what could we do with that kind of time? Neil, any suggestions?”
Neil grinned. “I think we should take the slutty maid of honor somewhere and bang her.”
“Excuse me,” she broke in, “but the classy maid of honor needs to wait here in case Chanel needs help. She just has some last minute touches.”
“So do we.” Neil threw her a suggestive wink. “Do you see what I did there, baby?”
Jill rolled her eyes and shook her head with a bemused smile. “Yes, Neil. I got it.”
“Well, I need to go take a piss,” Ben announced only loud enough for them to hear.
“Ah, my classy man,” she teased.
He grinned and nodded with his head. “Neil, come with me.”
Neil wiggled his brows and jumped to his feet with overabundant enthusiasm. “All right, Ben. I’ll follow you to the bathroom innocently.”
“Shh,” Ben scolded, glancing around nervously.
Disappointment crossed over Neil’s face briefly before it passed and he followed the sheriff toward some buildings.
Jill licked her lips as she watched them walking away. They looked great in their black tuxes and they smelled divine. If they weren’t in public she’d tear their clothes off and have at them.
A couple of minutes later she received a text from Neil. You’d better come quick. Ben’s zipper is stuck.
She texted back Nice try, Neil. If it is, why don’t you fix it?
We tried. It’s stuck. You’re good at undoing knots and unsticking things. Help us out here.
She got up and headed toward the town. All right. Where are you?
We’re in the men’s bathroom at Teton Pizza & Brewery Co.
I’ll be right there.
She was still somewhat suspicious of Ben’s supposed predicament, but she supposed it might be possible that he was in fact stuck and didn’t have an ulterior motive. She found Neil alone in the men’s bathroom.
“Where’s Ben?” she asked.
Neil stepped aside and nodded toward a closed door. “He’s in there. The pants zipper is stuck on his boxers and it won’t budge.”
Jill stepped past him and went into the stall where Ben was waiting for her. She heard the door close when Neil leaned up against it. “What have you done, Ben?”
Ben flashed her a crooked grin and pulled her into his arms suddenly. His spontaneity excited her, and the ravenous passion fueling the aggressive kiss made her hot and cold.
“I doubt you’ll have trouble getting your zipper open now, huh?” she teased.
He smirked and she heard Neil chuckle from the other side. Ben lowered the zipper slowly as he seared her with the molten intensity of his gaze. “I knew you could help me with that.”
Jill gasped when he shoved her forward so her hands went out to brace herself on the wall. She shivered when he gathered her dress up from behind and a light draft flirted with her bottom through the delicate lace of her panties.
“Ben, this is really hot, but I don’t know if we have time for this.” She yelped and flinched when he slapped her butt cheek.
“I’m calling the shots, hausfrau.”
She snorted. “Oh, you are, are you?”
“I most certainly am, and I think you need a good spanking to remind you of that.”
She tried to withhold her excitement. “But someone might walk in and—”
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p; She winced and yipped at the sudden slap on her left ass cheek.
His fingers tangled in her brown waves and tugged her head back slightly so his breathy murmur fanned her ear. “I’m spanking you, Jill, and then I’m gonna fuck you.”
Her pussy grew hot and moist over his lurid promise.
“Then when I’m done having my way with you, Neil is gonna fuck you.” Ben roughly tugged her hot-pink panties down her bottom and gave her a swift slap there. “And you’re going to be quiet and submissive while you’re getting spanked and fucked, but you have my permission to make all the slutty noises you want.”
Jill moaned and her body heated in response. She loved being dominated in bed, but if Ben or Neil ever tried to take it outside the bedroom, she’d have their balls and paddle their asses with a wooden spoon.
“You’ll take your spanking and our cocks like a good girl, won’t you?” Ben asked each question with a fierce slap on her ass. “You’ll be quiet while we have our way with you?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her rump warmed beneath the hard spanking and her sex dampened with arousal. She needed them inside her now.
“And you’ll moan for us like the whore you are?”
She answered with a soft moan.
“Do you want me to keep spanking you?”
Her pussy clenched the air, frustrated with the absence of a cock inside her there. “Yes, Sir, I need more.”
“You need more?” Ben spanked her in hard, rapid strikes all over her exposed ass. “You need your husband to punish you and remind you of your place?”
She threw a playful glower back at him, flinching with each painful spanking on her butt. “My place is higher on the payroll than you.”