Dominating Devney (Montana Maiden Series Book 3) (5 page)

I glanced at Devney and squeezed her hand reassuringly. Her need had abated a bit. Her dark eyes were clear, but her cheeks still held a pretty rosy flush. Her hair was slightly mussed and she looked perfectly...fuckable. The only thing standing in our way was that we weren’t married, and that was about to change.

"Yes, Reverend," I replied, ready to make this legal. Make her mine.

The ceremony was thankfully short and I sealed the ceremony with a quick, chaste kiss. Devney's lips were soft, warm and very plush, the touch of her mouth hesitant. This little hint of naiveté only made me want her more, made my cock throb with the need to claim her.

"Congratulations to you both," the minister commented. "I won't linger as this room is quite crowded as it is. Also, Mrs. Abernathy has prepared a pot roast that I do enjoy."

"Thank you, Reverend, and enjoy your dinner," I replied, shaking the man's hand.

Devney stood dwarfed between Doc, McKenzie and me. Even with the minister gone, there wasn't much room. We turned as a formidable group and she stepped back, bumping into the table behind her. Her eyes widened, she licked her lips, and her cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

"McKenzie, you're a good cook," Doc said. "Come help me make something that won't kill the newlyweds."

McKenzie gave a little nod and followed Doc from the room, shutting the door behind him. I could see Devney sigh - in relief?

"Now, wife, is your pussy still begging for my touch?" I grabbed her waist and once again placed her upon the table. She looked up at me, wide eyed, yet not fearful. Her dark gaze was curious, eager even. She licked her lips and shifted her hips. I waited for some kind of response. I wouldn't let her hide from me.

She nodded.

Ah, so honest. "Then let me see about making things better for you. Lie back like before and lift your dress."

She complied without saying a word, moving into a similar position as earlier. In fact, the only words she'd spoken in the past fifteen minutes were I do. I moved to the bottom of the table to where I could look up her body. I reached for her hips and slid her down the smooth surface so her feet were close to her ass. She gasped at the shift, perhaps because her legs were open wide and she was completely exposed.

"Touch yourself, baby. Show me what you like." I smiled reassuringly. I planned to fuck her, and soon, but first I needed to get her ready. Not just her body, but her mind as well. She needed to remember this first time in a pleasing way, not with tears and pain.

She glanced at me, unsure.

"Go on." I tilted my chin in her direction. "It's going to be such a pretty sight."

Tentatively, she placed her hand over her pussy, which still glistened from the ointment she'd spread earlier.

"Devney, have you ever had someone take care of you before?" I asked, watching her closely as she moved her hand.

She paused, her fingers over her pussy and she stared at me, probably surprised by the turn of topic. She shook her head, whispered, "No. My father, he was...cruel. Then Mr. Jenkins, well...he mostly ignored me, but wouldn't let anyone else have me either."

"That's about to change." I grasped her trim ankle and gave it a gentle squeeze to ensure she looked at me. "It's my job to take care of you now. So when I tell you to touch yourself, it's because I want you to. In your marriage vows, you said you would obey. I'm telling you to touch your pussy, which means you don't have to think, don't have to worry if it's right or wrong, you just do it."

I kept my voice calm, relaxed. This wasn't the time to show my dominance by the strength of my voice or what consequence I might mete out. Devney could learn my power over her just by her submission. I wanted to make it as easy as possible; I knew she worried that this was highly inappropriate. But if I took the blame, if I was the one that made her touch herself so wickedly - at least in her mind - then she'd let go of those burdensome thoughts and just do as I bid.

Satisfied and reassured, perhaps by the conviction of my words, she began to move her hand slowly up and down her pussy. Every time she found her clit, she gasped, but it was clear with her fumbling fingers she didn't know where to touch herself. Hell, she probably didn't even know how to come. This would be my first job as husband, to show her how.

"That hard little nub, Devney. Yes, that, right there. Circle it with the tips of your fingers. Very gently. Yes, just like that. Now, take your other hand and slide a finger up into yourself. Good girl." Her pussy was within reach. I could easily tug her even closer, open my pants and fuck her. The way my cock was uncomfortably hard, it was almost impossible to resist, especially when the pussy in front of me now belonged to me. I would take her right after she found her first pleasure. I wanted her pussy wet, soft and open for my cock.

Devney spread her knees wider of her own accord and started rocking her hips into her fingers. Along with the ointment I could see her own arousal coating the finger that plunged into her pussy. A sheen of sweat glistened on her brow. Her eyes were closed as if concentrating. She bit her lip.

"Very soon Devney, those are going to be my fingers on your pussy. My cock filling you."

Her eyes flared open and I saw so much heat there, so much need, I was almost singed. It was time to test her a bit, to see what her secret desires were. I had an idea of what could make her burn, but I had to be sure.

"Keep going, baby. Keep circling that clit. You're getting hotter and hotter, aren't you? I'm going to go get McKenzie to see."

"What?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"Don't you want to show the sheriff how hot you can get?"

She was so lost in her body's sensations that she didn’t answer. Instead of the fear, the embarrassment most women encountered at being exposed to others, Devney only strummed her clit harder and cried out, unable to help herself.

"Does that appeal to you? That another man will watch you touch yourself? See your pussy all slick and ripe? Look at me, baby." Slowly, she opened her eyes as I ran my hand from her ankle up to her inner thigh, but not close enough to get in the way of her hands. Her skin was silky smooth and lush. "Tell me. You've been hidden for so long without anyone looking at you. Seeing you. Do you want the sheriff to watch? To see how beautiful you are?"

"I...I need--"

"I know what you need," I reassured her. "You need to come. Do you want him to watch when you do?"

Her hips shifted up and down faster now, her heels pressed hard into the table. "Only...only if you're here."

The words were a gift. A precious gift. She'd shared a deepest, darkest desire that only her arousal - and my taking responsibility for it - would allow her to admit. Jenkins had hidden her for so long that Devney craved attention - particularly male attention. Based on her history, with a bastard for a father and another for a first husband, she wanted praise from a man. She wanted affirmation that, as a woman, she was appealing -  and even more likely - worthy. Even though I was now her husband, she barely knew me. I would offer her praise, but for now, my praise alone might not be enough. She needed other men, like Doc and McKenzie, to see and appreciate the real Devney. That she trusted me to help her with this need and to be there as her protector was monumental. I was her anchor, her source of safety and assurance, even after such a short acquaintance.

"Such a good girl," I replied, so pleased. Thrilled, in fact, that my wife was an exhibitionist. "Don't come yet."

Her head thrashed from side to side. "I don't know how."

I turned away, opened the door and stuck my head into the hall. "McKenzie," I called. He glanced around the doorway of the kitchen. "Devney's going to make herself come and she wants you to watch."

Behind me, I could hear Devney moan at my words.

His eyebrow went up in surprise, no doubt he heard her as well, and joined me. We looked down upon Devney as she continued to rub her clit. Two fingers of her other hand were buried deep in her pussy. When she glanced up and saw both of us watching, she didn't stop or push her dress back down and jump off the table.

"It seems, Sheriff, that my wife likes to be watched." I spoke to McKenzie, but looked down upon my wife. I couldn't tear my gaze away.

"This is a fine treat, Sam, seeing a virgin pussy like this. Have you ever come before, Devney?" McKenzie asked.

"No," she panted. "I don't...I can't--"

"She doesn't know how, Sheriff," I replied. "Perhaps we should have Doctor Graham in here as well."

"Oh, Mr. Bridger, please! I need....I need something," she begged. She was wild upon the table, agitated, frustrated. Desperate.

"You need another man to watch you, baby. Doc!" I called, watching Devney closely for any qualms. None. If the other men had upset her, I'd have made them leave, but it was not to be the case.

Doc joined us, his steps loud. "Problem?" he asked, all three of us around the foot of the table.

"Devney seems to become more aroused by an audience. So she's going to come for us. Her first time," I told him. "Baby, I'm going to touch your clit and you're going to come for me." I moved to stand between her thighs, nudging her fingers off her clit. It was a hard pearl, bright pink and exposed from the little hood that shielded it. "You're going to come because I say so. Don't think; just feel. Give it to me. Show all of us."

I carefully ran the tips of my fingers over her slick, swollen flesh. She arched her back and cried out as I honed in on her clit. I circled around it gently, building her even higher.

"You're so beautiful, baby. McKenzie and Doc are looking at your pussy, seeing how wet you've gotten. They’re watching as you finger fuck yourself."

Her breath came out in pants, her face flushed, eyes closed, her hair a tangle on the table beneath her.

I pressed two fingers down on her hard clit, working it in circles, and then giving it a pinch. "Now, Devney. Come now for us."

And she did. It was a beautiful sight. Her eyes opened wide, but sightlessly as she screamed, her back arching like a bow. I could see her pussy clenching down on her fingers, working them as if they were my cock. I continued to strum her clit, to extend her first release for as long as possible.

Slowly, she returned to herself, warily looking up at us. Her gaze slid from Doc to McKenzie in a languorous way and settled on me. Her lids were droopy, her eyes vague, her skin flushed and bright with perspiration. I grinned at her. "You were so beautiful. Did you like that, baby?"

She grinned. It lit up her face like a sun breaking free of the clouds. "Oh, yes," she replied breathily.

"Want to do that again?"

She nodded dreamily.

"The next time you come is going to be with my cock buried to the hilt in your pussy. Come on, baby, stand so I can get that dress off." I helped her off the table, working the buttons down the front of her dress and then slipping the fabric from her shoulders. I pushed it down past her hips. Holding out a hand, I helped her step out of the garment where it now pooled at her feet.

"Sheriff, undo her corset while I check her pussy to make sure she's wet enough for my cock."

Her eyes flared in surprise.

"It's not wrong if I command it," I told her.

McKenzie moved to stand behind Devney and reached around to work his fingers down her stays. I knelt down and slipped two fingers up and into her tight pussy. The abrupt motion had her lifting up onto the balls of her feet and gasping in surprise, then groaning in pleasure.

"She's wet, but unbelievably tight," I said darkly, looking up the length of Devney's body to meet her gaze. "She'll need more ointment so my cock slides in nice and easy."

Doc handed me the glass jar and I coated three of my fingers liberally.

McKenzie undid the final stay on her corset and the confining garment came loose and dropped to the floor. Her breasts weren't overly large like Tessa's, nor small like Maura's. They were a perfect handful, with large, flat nipples a pretty pink color that was a shade lighter than her pussy. Reaching up, I cupped them in my palms; they were heavy, yet silky soft and supple. I ran my thumb over the tips and she sagged, her legs giving out. McKenzie held her securely about the waist as I began to finger fuck her pussy, stretching her open for my cock and working in even more ointment. Soon enough, she'd be dripping wet from her own arousal and the ointment wouldn't be needed. For now, for her first fucking, she needed to be thoroughly coated so I could fuck her as hard as I wanted.

Once Devney started shifting her hips, I knew it was time, especially when she called out. "Oh, God. Oh!"

I looked to McKenzie, who took Devney's arm gently, keeping her upright. I moved to sit in one of the chairs and opened the placket on my pants, pulling my cock free. "Ever seen a cock before, baby?"

She looked down at my engorged member and her eyes widened. "Um...no."

"Turn her around," I told McKenzie, who spun her to face away from me. I reached forward and grabbed her hips, pulled her back to me. Her ass was full and round and perfect. I'd take it, but not now. Now, I lowered her to sit upon my spread thighs. She was tall, but lithe. Her skin was pale and creamy next to my tanned forearms. I could smell her arousal and it made my cock bob and ache with the need to be buried deep. "I'm going to lift you up, baby, and you're going to sit down right on my cock," I said gruffly. "See Doc and the sheriff? They're going to watch your pussy get filled with a cock for the first time. Up you go."

I lifted her hips and pulled her back until my cock was positioned directly beneath her pussy, the very tip bumping against her slick folds. "Move your hips. Work me in."

Slowly, very slowly, she shifted as the head of my cock began to slide in. The feel of her inner walls was unbelievable - hot, wet and oh so tight. "More, baby," I rasped.

She sunk down another inch, but she struggled, fought against the invasion, her hands pushing at my thighs. "I can't. You're too big," she complained.

"Devney, I'm not too big. You're tight. Doc and McKenzie are looking at how you're being stretched open. Look at them. See what you do to them?"