Dominating Zoe

By Samantha Madisen

When Zoe’s falls ill her step-father proposes a solution, to auction Zoe to the highest bidder and use the money to pay for a doctor. Desperate and without prospects, Zoe agrees. When the day arrives she is terrified that she will end up with the older and portly Mr. Sameuls. Just as she is about to accept her fate two rugged cowboys double Samuels bid and win the auction.

Jeb and Troy are headed for Timber Creek when they stop in Breckson Ridge to water their horses. Walking by the auction happening at the inn, the two see Zoe. They know immediately that they must make her their own. Borrowing money from their friends in the caravan they are travelling with is a small price to pay. But the end of their wedding is disrupted by an angry mob loyal to Samuels and the three have to leave town in a hurry.

Jeb and Troy immediately set about showing innocent Zoe what it means to be married to two men. Their dominant, masterful lovemaking and frequent spankings for misbehaviour ignite a spark in her she never knew existed. She is brought to climax after blushing climax, subjected to intimate examinations and trained in how she will take them both. Trouble waits on the trail but as the three get to know each other they fall more and more deeply in love.

This book contains sexual scenes, spankings, anal training and menage situations. If this offends you, please do not buy this book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thirteenth Line Publications
• Release date: Jan 12, 2018

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Dominating Zoe

Timber Creek Brides

A Historical Western Menage Romance

by

Samantha Madisen

Copyright 2018 Samantha Madisen

Thirteenth Line Publications

This book is a work of fiction. All characters, companies, organizations, products and events in this book, other than those that are clearly in the public domain, are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, companies, organizations, events, or products, is purely coincidental.

All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older.

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Also in this series:

Sharing Amelia

Training Harmony

Claiming Chastity

Taming Annie

Chapter 1

Zoe

I stared at Dean, the man I’d called pappy for as long as I could remember, with my jaw hanging open. My ears were ringing at what he’d said.

Zoe I know this is a hard thing to hear. But you’ve known it’s coming. I tried to tell you as often as I could. We just can’t afford to keep you any more. This is already a year overdue. You were supposed to leave when you were eighteen, remember?

Of course I remembered. But every time he’d brought it up I’d just nodded and pushed the thought away. I simply could not imagine a life outside of Breckson Ridge. The tiny town had been everything I’d known.

I suppose not knowing who my real parents were made this even harder. Dean and Bernice, who I’d called mammy, had taken me in when I’d been left on the parish doorstep and loved me like their own.

I…you’re just…where am I going to go?

Pappy sighed. His shoulders slumped and he looked down at the ground. "Ma and I have talked about this. And believe me it was the hardest thing we’ve ever had to decide but we just don’t have the money to help you any more. Ma’s sick. She needs to go to Portson City to see a doc but we can’t save enough to do it."

My heart sank. I knew Ma hadn’t been feeling well but I didn’t know she was so sick she had to go to Portson City about it. Is she going to be alright? I asked.

Pappy shrugged. Hard to tell. He looked up and looked right into my eyes. That’s why we wanted to give you a choice. You’re free to leave, Zoe. You always have been and we won’t do anything against your will. But Ma and I had another idea, too.

Go on? I said. My heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t like Pappy to find it hard to say something.

Another sigh. There’s been times when folks have been in need that they’ve…well, they’ve had to come up with money some way or another. You’re young, Zoe. And very pretty. There are men right here in Breckson Ridge that would…well they’d pay a lot of money for the privilege of marrying a girl like you.

The ringing in my ears got louder and my heart started to thump. What? I whispered.

I know it’s not the most romantic thing but life isn’t like a fairy tale for folks like us.

"You want…you want me to sell myself?" I could barely speak the words.

Pappy shook his head. Not sell yourself, Zoe, that’s not how it’s done. An auction is traditional. And of course you would go to the highest bidder, whoever that may be.

Whoever that may be?

I shuddered at the prospects. I knew a few men that lived on the hill just outside of town that would be in the running. Crotchety old Mr. Samuels who’d been on the prowl for a wife and leering at me since I’d changed. Or maybe old Doc Sanders who was nice enough but had propositioned me a few times telling me all about what a comfortable life he would give me.

I didn’t want men like that! Who could imagine spending the rest of their life, or what was left of theirs, at least, with a fat old bald man or a bent up crook?

My throat tightened and my mouth dried out.

I see that it’s not something you could consider, Pappy said quietly. He forced a smile. I understand. You’re like a daughter to me and I’d never ask you to do something you wouldn’t want to do. We’ll find the money to get Ma to the doc some other way. Don’t you worry. We’ll come up with it somehow.

The sound of Ma coughing came from the back room.

I stared at Pappy who was looking out the window, his eyes glistening. The wheels started to turn in my mind.

These two had given me nineteen long years of a joyful childhood. Sure I hadn’t had a lot of things but I’d had their love and that was more than any kind of money could buy.

Certainly the thought of marrying one of those two men was distasteful but what of the other choice? What would I do alone and unschooled out on the streets of Breckson Ridge?

At most I could go and try to get a job helping at the inn or the general store but with the way business was these days there was not much chance of that.

So I would be penniless and lonely or in a comfortable house with a roof over my head and money for Ma to go see a doc.

I swallowed back the tears that threatened to overwhelm me. The decision was clear. It was time to grow up and face life the way it was. Pappy? I whispered, putting a hand over his.

What is it love? he asked with a smile.

I’ll do it. The three hardest words I’d ever spoken in my life.

The smile faded. His mouth opened a little, eyes widened in shock. You will? he whispered.

I swallowed back another swell of sadness, or joy at being able to help, or whatever it was I was feeling. I could barely tell any more. I will, I replied.

Oh Zoe! he cried and wrapped his arms around me in a hug. We’ll find a way to make it up to you Zoe. We’ll find a way to pay you back. As soon as Ma is better we’ll…

I pulled away and put my fingers on his lips to silence him. I looked into his kind eyes and this time couldn’t help the tears rolling down my cheeks. "You and Ma have already done so much, Pappy. Think of this as my way of paying you back."

We held each other for a long time. When Pappy finally got up to go and tell Ma I sat alone staring out the window towards an unknown future feeling like a part of me had died.

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The auction was organized for the following Saturday. Pappy borrowed some money for me to get a dress. Money he would pay back with the proceeds of my sale.

I spent a lot of time with Ma. At first she couldn’t stop saying how sorry she was. I had to do a lot of convincing that I would be alright.

Having given it some thought I realized that both of the prospective men were advanced in age. At worst I would be a wife to them for ten, maybe fifteen years and then end up a well-off widow. Then I’d be able to do as I pleased. It didn’t seem so bad when I thought of it that way. Much better than a life sentence, anyway.

On the day of the auction Ma even got up and poured me a bath and helped me do my hair. She hadn’t been out of bed in weeks but now she had a rosy glow to her cheeks and looked proud.

After my bath she braided my hair. Our eyes met in the mirror as she stood behind me. Concern furrowed her brow.

Ma? What is it? I asked.

She sighed and shook her head. I’m afraid I’ve been remiss in some ways of your upbringing, she said.

How so? I asked.

She looked at my reflection in the mirror