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"She's gone," McKenzie said, the door to my room slamming against the wall.

We'd made it into town just as the sun set, but I decided to sleep in McKenzie's extra room and remain in town overnight instead of returning to the ranch. I wiped a hand over my face as I squinted up at my friend in the darkness.

I sniffed and sat up, swung my bare feet over the side of the bed. "Who's gone?" I asked, wishing for a strong cup of coffee.

"Sarah Jenkins."

I perked up at the name. "What do you mean, gone?"

McKenzie lit a lamp next to the bed and began to pace. "Doc got called out to tend Mary Duncan, as it's her time. I was just leaving Rose's and a card game gone bad when I ran into him. He asked me to stop by and check on the women at his house, so I did. Devney was sound asleep, but Sarah wasn't there. No sign of her."

"Do you think someone took her?" I stood and pulled on my pants.

"Doubtful. Other than us, no one knew she was in town besides your brothers. No one even knows what she looks like. She's practically a myth around here."

I buttoned my shirt but left it untucked, grabbed my boots. "You just left Devney all alone?"

"Hell, no." He shook his head. "I put her in the jail. She's not going anywhere." He held up a hand. "Before you bite my head off, the jail's empty besides her."

I gave a quick nod. "Good. Nothing's to happen to her, McKenzie. Devney's mine. She just doesn't know it yet." We went out into the cool early morning air. All was quiet; the stars shone bright.

"I didn't expect you to be the marrying type," McKenzie commented. Our footsteps were heavy on the dirt packed main thoroughfare through town.

"Yesterday, I didn't think so either."

It was true. I hadn't imagined ever finding a woman I wanted to claim. Enjoy an evening with, yes. Claim? No. The way my brothers Jake and Cole, as well as Grant, our cousin, tended to their wives reinforced this. They were doting, yet strict husbands. Their wives were the center of their worlds and they would do anything to protect and cherish them, but they needed constant attention. I didn't think I had that of possessiveness in myself. Until now. Until I saw Devney. She was everything I didn't know I wanted in a woman. It scared the hell out of me, the abruptness of it all, but there was no going back.

"We need to stop by Doc's office on the way," I told him, my long strides eating up the distance toward my future wife.

It only took five minutes to walk to the jail. The sun was just starting to brighten the eastern sky as I looked in on Devney. She sat upon a low wooden stool and leaned against the bars. Her hair was long down her back and she wore a white nightgown that covered her from head to toe. She looked exhausted, worried and a little annoyed.

The jail was one large room. McKenzie's desk with two chairs sat by the door, a jail cell to the side. Liberty wasn't known for trouble. Only a drunk or two usually filled the cell to sleep off their problems. McKenzie went to his desk, had a seat and let me approach Devney alone.

She stood as I came to her. I didn't have to look down far to meet her eyes; her head came up to my nose. The white gown only accentuated her virginity, her innocence even though she'd been married for seven years. No husband I knew allowed his wife to wear a nightgown like this, or one at all. When we married, she'd never be covered from me again.

"Are you all right?" I used McKenzie's keys to open the door.

"Yes," she whispered, but looked down.

"Is something wrong?" I looked her over, but the gown covered too much. I felt a flare of worry that she might be injured in some way, that staying in the jail cell had hurt her. It was a new feeling and it surprised me, but when it came to Devney, I was becoming quite protective.

"I need to...um...use the necessary."

Relief flooded me. "Ah. You need me to remove the harness."

She flicked a glance to McKenzie, then met my eyes. I saw a mixture of embarrassment and interest there. "Yes, I've tried, but I can't get it myself." I could see the pink flush to her cheeks as she came out of the cell to stand before me.

McKenzie tossed me the key to the lock on her belt. I knelt in front of her and worked my hands up from her trim ankles, letting my palms slide the entire length of her legs to find the lock at her lower back. Goose bumps rose on her skin and I felt her shiver, although I knew it wasn't from cold. Her skin was warm, almost hot beneath my hands.

"Hold up your gown, Devney," I told her. She couldn't play modest now; her need for the necessary too great. She complied and I took in her shapely legs, so creamy white. Her pussy was covered by the leather, but I could see that her hair there was indeed as dark as her lashes. Her skin smelled of the floral soap she must use, but I couldn't miss the scent of her pussy as well, so close to my face as it was. It was like an aphrodisiac - just for me. "Turn around." My voice had turned rough.

She did and her ass was right at eye level. It was perfect, high and round. Wide hips flared to a narrow waist. The strip of leather spread her cheeks slightly apart and the belt hugged her curves. I unlocked it, let the heavy leather fall to the floor. Red marks marred her pale skin above her hip and I ran my fingers over them. Her skin was so soft and it was not right that it was irritated.

"Was it too tight?"

Looking down at me with her dark eyes, she shook her head. "Not...not there."

I nodded, understanding where she spoke of. "Go. Remember, if you try to run off like Sarah, I’ll spank you to where you won't be able to sit down for a week."

Her eyes widened in blatant surprise. Clearly, Jenkins hadn’t laid a hand on her in any way. She didn't seem to have a temperament for being contrary, but it was important she knew the consequences from the start. It was her turn to nod, then she went out the back door of the jail. I moved to lean against the doorframe to wait. When she returned, I motioned for her to enter before me. "Let's put the harness back on."

"This isn't necessary, Mr. Bridger." Her hands were up in front of her as if to stop me. "Really." She shook her head and her voice was defiant.

"It is necessary. Doesn't your maidenhead mean anything to you?" I asked sternly.

"Well, yes."

I nodded. "Good, because it does to me. It's my job to help you protect it, until you finally decide we will marry. Have you accepted my offer?"

She licked her lips and stared at me, her dark eyes mesmerizing. She didn't speak, just shook her head.

"In that case, use some of this." I held out a small glass jar of ointment I'd grabbed from Doc's office on the way from McKenzie's house. Doc provided it to husbands to use on their wife's pussy, ass or breasts. It was slick and eased the way for a cock or prevented chafing on sensitive nipples. It also contained a ground plant, the recipe originally shared by the Indians, known for its aphrodisiac qualities. Doc made pills mixing the plant and the ointment with a hard coating of beeswax that was worked deep in a woman's ass every day. The pills dissolved from the warmth of her body and ensured that her arousal was constantly elevated.

For Devney, the ointment would ease the chafing of the belt that covered her pussy, but might also bring about a slight rise in her arousal. It was not the same dosage as a pill, especially not a honeymoon pill that Jake and Cole were putting in their wives, but it was a start. From the way Devney's gaze flicked to mine, the way her cheeks turned pink and how her nipples hardened beneath her nightgown, I knew she was attracted to me. But attraction alone wouldn't be enough. She'd been in control of her life for so long, that bastard Jenkins using her - or not using her at all - as he had. He'd neglected the basic needs of a woman and it was time for Devney to discover them. But her mind would want her to remain in control, so she'd fight the attraction. The ointment should counteract this just enough to sway her, and would work fairly quickly, especially on one as sheltered as Devney. I didn't want her wearing the belt; I wanted her married to me. I wanted her under my protection. Under me.

She took the jar from me, staring at it in confusion.

"It's ointment. Rub it on your pussy and your ass to keep the leather from chafing. Since you aren't ready to accept me as your husband, I want your virtue protected."

I watched as the pink crept back into her cheeks. "Oh, um...thank you. Could you turn your back please?"

"Of course." This would be the one and only time I would comply with this request. She would never deny me the sight of her body after this. I turned and walked to McKenzie's desk, looking down at my friend. I raised my eyebrow in silent question and he just grinned in return. "Be liberal with the ointment's application, Devney," I called out. "You don't want your pretty pussy to get sore."

It took a minute, but Devney did as I'd bid. "All right," she replied, her voice soft. I brought her a clean cloth and she wiped her hands.

I grabbed the belt from the ground where I'd left it by the cell. She lifted her nightgown and I worked the belt back up her legs until it was around her waist. I could see her pussy through the tangle of white fabric, only a quick glimpse, but her pink folds were slick with ointment and so was the hair that sheltered it all. I could tell she'd heeded my instructions as the leather slid over her flesh quite easily. Once I finished locking it securely, making sure to have the leather snug against her pussy, I stood. It was difficult to move away from her, especially after glimpsing such a tempting sight.

"Please, have a seat."

She took an empty chair in front of McKenzie's desk, sitting carefully and adjusting her hips, and I lowering myself into the other chair.

"Where's Sarah, Devney?" McKenzie asked without any preamble.

"I don't know. Truly, I don't." Her gaze was steady, but weary. She didn't fidget, didn't avert her eyes. She was telling the truth. Her lies would be visible on her face; every emotion flickered there and I could read her like a book.

"Then who was she meeting?"

"Again, I don't know. She hasn't left the ranch since she was twelve. She has no concept of the world, nor contact with anyone but me or Mr. Jenkins all this time. He didn't even let the ranch hands near her."

For a man not interested in women, he'd kept a very vigilant watch over his wife and daughter.

"You don't seem worried that she's run off," McKenzie replied, drumming his fingers on the wood surface of his desk.

Devney shrugged. "Sarah's always been headstrong. Independent. I am worried for her, Sheriff. Please don't think I'm disinterested, but she's been planning something like this for years. It's the way she tolerated her life, by formulating a way to escape it. I didn't think she'd attempt something now. In fact, I'd expected it long before. Do you think she wanted to stay on the ranch like she had?"

McKenzie didn't say anything. Silence often brought about more answers than asking questions. It seemed to work for Devney because she continued.

"Really, I don't know her whereabouts. Besides, if I'd known she was going to run away, would I have agreed to wear this contraption? Or let you put one upon her before she left?" She gazed at me but squirmed in her chair. That ointment must be making her pussy slippery in a way she'd never known before. And having that leather strap rub against her clit - it was only a matter of time before she squirmed for a completely different reason.

"With Sarah gone, my offer of marriage still stands," I said.

She was mine. But she needed a gentle touch, some simple coaxing, for now. She wasn't the typical town maiden, unaware of what happened in married life. She might be a virgin, but she'd been married, and it had damaged her. She had desires and passions that hadn't been aroused. I would do that to her, for her, with her. Soon.

She sucked in a deep breath. "I agreed to marriage with you to protect her, but she's run away. I don't think it's a requirement now, do you, Mr. Bridger?"

I eyed her. The loose fabric of her nightgown hid all her secrets. But I'd felt her long legs, gotten a brief glimpse of her pussy, noticed her tight nipples through the fabric. Marriage was necessary, very necessary if the rock hard cock in my pants was any indicator. "You need a husband, Devney - one that's not going to ignore you for seven years. I'm going to fuck you night and day, anywhere I can have you. I'm going to take care of your every need."

Her mouth dropped open at my plain talk. "I...I don't have any needs."

"You will, baby," I assured her, grinning. "Very soon. Now that you know I'm claiming you, your body will start to recognize that, even if your mind says otherwise. Your body won't lie, Devney."

"How? I...I don't understand."

"You'll start to become hot all over, your skin sensitive. Your nipples will be hard little points all the time. Your breasts will tingle and send little flashes of heat to your clit that's between your lush thighs. It will start to pulse while your pussy is wet. And it's going to get very wet. You're going to fantasize about rubbing yourself, fucking yourself with your fingers, with anything that will fit up inside you. And you'll start thinking of me when you do it."

She held up a shaky hand and I could see her pupils dilate at the ideas I'd placed in her head. "I doubt that very much." She glanced at me, then at McKenzie, who just shrugged noncommittally.

"Don't worry, baby, it's only natural. Jenkins wasn't the man for you. I am. You'll let me know when you're ready." I stood. It was time to step back, let her think I wasn't pushing her into a fait accompli and let McKenzie take care of her until Doc got back. "The sheriff's going to take you back to Doctor Graham's to rest. You'll be safe with both of them."

"When Doc returns, I'll go look for Sarah." McKenzie stood, put his gun back in the holster about his waist. "She can't have gone far."

 

Devney

 

I awoke to bright sunlight streaming through the window. The sheriff had escorted me back to Doctor Graham's house and I fell back asleep in the extra bedroom upstairs. It had been dawn then, so I assumed the day was already half gone. I washed at the basin and tidied my hair, then removed the rumpled nightgown. Standing in front of the mirror, I could now see the harness in its full effect. The dark leather was snug about my waist and between my legs. It was wide enough to cover me completely, although I could see some glistening hair peek out, coated in the ointment. The greasy substance had also worked its way down onto my thighs. Mr. Bridger had been correct, the slickness kept the belt from chafing. Instead, it made the leather slippery, and rub against me in a way that I actually found pleasant.

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