Dominating Devney (Montana Maiden Series Book 3) (6 page)

Doc leaned against the table, McKenzie against the wall, their gazes fixed on Devney's spread thighs and the sight of her pussy being split wide by my cock. They were both aroused by her. The way she moaned, she was aroused by them as well.

"Touch your breasts," McKenzie told her. She complied and lifted her hands to cup her mounds as they rose and fell with each deep breath. Her skin was damp, her hair falling down her back now, loose and free.

Her pussy instantly got wetter and she sank further. "She likes that, McKenzie. Now lean forward and you'll slide in deeper. There, there's your maidenhead. Say goodbye to it, baby. Now you're mine," I gritted out through clenched teeth. It was torture with her going so slow. I'd been patient with her, more patient than most husbands with their bride. But I could hold out no longer. With a quick thrust of my hips, I shoved my cock up into Devney's pussy as I pulled her hips down so that I ripped through her maidenhead and hit the end of her channel.

She cried out and fought against my hold, trying to squirm off my lap. Her thighs rested on mine; she was fully seated. The feel of her pussy milking my cock, adjusting to the invasion had me ready to come. I could feel my balls tighten, my orgasm building.

"Very good, Devney. You gave your virginity to Sam, but you shared it with us," Doc said, trying to soothe her mind as her body adjusted to my girth.

I stood, lifting Devney with me with a surprised gasp and took a step that had her bent forward over the table, her belly and breasts pressed into the cool wood. Doc stepped back out of the way as I grabbed hold of the far end of the table and began fucking her. Hard. She might be a virgin. She might be wary of a virtual stranger being her husband, but she was mine and I would take her. The way she cried out with each deep thrust, she wanted it. "I can feel you squeezing my cock, Devney, so I know you want this. Know you like being watched. The men are looking at your naked body, watching you get fucked. Come for me, baby."

I didn't stop thrusting, and continued to work her again and again until she started pushing back against me, meeting me so that our skin slapped, the wet sounds of her arousal and ointment filling the room as I pumped my cock into her.

All at once, she tensed, her pussy all but strangling my cock. She screamed, loud and lusty as she came, her face turned sideways on the wooden table, her eyes fixed upon Doc and McKenzie. I quickly followed, there was no way to resist, nor did I wish to. Her pussy clenched and pulled my cock in as deep as it could go and I flooded her with pulse after pulse of my seed.

I slapped a hand onto the table so I didn't collapse upon her as I caught my breath. It had been the most intense orgasm of my life. This was my wife, this was the woman where my every desire lay. I could take her, use her, show her off, teach her everything I wanted her to know. She was mine. And when I slipped my spent cock from her pussy, my seed tinged with her virgin blood confirmed this.

Devney

I couldn't move. It was possible that every bone in my body dissolved like sugar at the bottom of a teacup. I'd reached a pinnacle of pleasure not once, but twice and it had been...heaven on earth. I had no idea my body could feel like that. I had no idea my...pussy could be worked in such a way to make that happen.

And Mr. Bridger. Lord above, he was handsome and virile and so arousing. His voice was calm, yet demanding. He was dominant that I wanted desperately to please him. I had no choice but to obey. When he'd called in the sheriff and the doctor to watch me touch myself, in the most carnal and inappropriate of ways, I hadn't been embarrassed as I should have been because he'd told me this was what he wanted. He took the guilt, the shame away. His words absolved me of it being wrong which made it oh so right. Just the sight of them watching me made every touch of my fingers on that special spot, every dip inside of me even more incredible. I'd wanted them to watch me, wanted the men to see what I was doing. And then I'd exploded, like TNT on a mine, all fire and brightness.

And then he took me. There was no other way to describe it. One minute I was slowly sinking upon his hardness - it was so big that I thought there was no chance it would fit - and the next I was face down upon the table and he'd thrust so deep we were one. My maidenhead was no more. I'd been very thoroughly compromised, and with two very official witnesses. When he pulled himself from my depths, I felt his seed dripping out. There was no question who I belonged to now.

"Are you intending to breed her?" Doctor Graham asked.

I glanced up at the men, my head still turned, my cheek pressed into the cool wood.

"No. At least not now. I have a feeling Devney feels the same way." Mr. Bridger moved into my view, pressed his forearms on the table and leaned down so his face was close to mine. I hadn't noticed how dark the scruff of his beard was as it came in. "Baby, we need to decide now if you want me to breed you, or if you want a passel full of kids."

I was too tired to think. "Kids?"

"My seed's in your belly."

Oh. Oh! "No." I pushed up onto my forearms, panicked. I reached one arm back and wiped at the thick seed that was dripping out of me. "No, please. I don't want children. Not after how my father treated me. The way Jack neglected Sarah--his own daughter."

Mr. Bridger moved my fingers away from my pussy, then gave me a soft smile. "You'd be a terrific mother. But Doctor Graham's going to make sure we can take our time and decide." He pushed off the table. "There's your answer, Doc."

"Fine." He went over to his cabinet and pulled out another glass jar, opened it and removed a small white object. Turning back around, he handed them to Mr. Bridger. "Here. Use this one."

I pressed up off the table to rise.

"No, baby. Stay right there." He moved directly behind me. "To keep my seed from taking root, we need to put this pill up inside you. It has special medicine that prevents it."

His hand moved between my legs and he worked his seed around, then back to coat my--

"Wait. No!" I pushed up, but he placed a hand on the small of my back, holding me in place. I felt the air move before I felt the stinging slap to my bottom. He'd spanked me! I jolted, not expecting it. The spot stung, but he hadn't done it hard, only to get my attention. My father had done much, much worse, even through layers of clothing. But Mr. Bridger's single spanking had my nipples tingling as they pressed into the hard surface. It was not an assault; it wasn't violent. It was a reminder, a way for me to refocus my attentions on him.

"The pill needs to go in your ass, baby. If you resist, I'll spank your ass a pretty shade of pink. Ah, the one spot with my handprint is making me hard again. Do you want a spanking and then the pill or will you take the pill like a good girl?" As he spoke, I felt a finger circling my back passage, lightly rimming around, then slowly pushing harder.

"I'll...oh!" I began to pant against the pressure I felt because of his finger. "I'll be a good girl."

He circled, widened, pushed in. Oh!

"Every day I will put the pill in."

"Based on the amount of seed that's dripping out - and that's just from one fuck - you'll want to do it morning and night," Doctor Graham added.

"But why...there?" I sucked in a breath as the tip of his finger gained entry. I pushed out with my muscles, trying to force it out, but it only let his slippery digit slide in further. "Oh...it's too big."

"Nonsense," Mr. Bridger replied. "Besides having a pill in your ass, you'll be corked as well."

I was trying to focus on his words, but was distracted by the jangly feelings his one finger moving in and out of my bottom elicited. "Corked?"

His finger switched course, returning to the circular rubbing, working my opening wider and wider. I couldn't help but groan at the stretching, the burning.

"A wife has her ass corked. That means I will put a cork, a round piece of wood, in you. Doc, show her one."

My husband's fingers continued their motion as Doc placed a small piece of wood, round and smooth, in a similar shape to a spool for thread, upon the table. It wasn't large, but neither was Mr. Bridger's finger, and it was too much.

"That keeps you remembering that you belong to me, always feeling like what I'm doing now with my finger. It also keeps the pill deep inside, keeps you slick so I can fuck your ass."

I shifted my hips hoping to get free of the invasion, but all it did was push it in deeper. I moaned. Was this what it would feel like to have his cock there?

"I think you're ready for the pill." He pulled his finger free and I slumped against the table. I only had a moment's reprieve when I felt something pressing against my...ass again, this time larger than his fingers.

"Mr. Bridger, please, I don't think it's going to fit. There must be some mistake," I protested. It burned and the stretching. Oh! He pushed and pushed.

"Just relax, baby. Take a deep breath. There's nothing you can do but submit. Take the pill. Open that ass for us. Think about the men's eyes upon you. They're watching your hole open up, wider and wider. They can see your pussy and how swollen it is from being fucked. They can see everything."

His words were like a balm, somehow calming raw nerves. Why did I feel reassured knowing that there was nothing I could do, that the other men - men who were not my husband - were watching these unmentionable acts? I gave up the fight and sagged against the table, letting my husband do as he wished, even pushed out for him, knowing he could work the pill in. His words eased every bit of doubt, every bit of discomfort as I gave up and submitted.

When he'd settled it deep within me, I panted in relief, my skin was damp with perspiration.

"Such a good girl. I am very proud of you." His free hand roamed over my ass once again, brushing gently over the spot that still tingled from his single spanking, as if I was a skittish mare that needed to be soothed. I relaxed completely around the digit that rested in my ass. He didn't move it, just held it still.

"See gentleman, her ass is so nice and tight," he said as he ran his palm over my bottom. "A gorgeous virgin ass."

"You'll want to consider whether you want to stretch her or just fill her," Doc said.

"I think a nice plug will be better than a cork. I like how she's nice and snug. I don't want to lose that. Maybe a middle length one, Doc, and not too much stretching." Mr. Bridger's hand stopped rubbing and pulled my bottom wide apart so I knew I was fully exposed.

Doctor Graham returned and held up a long wooden object. "Like this?" he asked, looking to Mr. Bridger. It looked something like Mr. Bridger's cock, long and thick, but not nearly as big. It had a tapered bottom where it was very narrow, then flared out again at a base where the doctor held it.

"That should do, yes. She should grow accustomed to being filled and this should be an excellent start. Coat it for me in ointment, will you?"

I watched as the doctor liberally slathered the ointment onto the wooden shaft, then handed it to Mr. Bridger. Immediately, his finger slid out of me, and the hard tip of the object was pushing into my back passage.

"If you intend to train her ass this way, I have various plug sizes, but I'll need to check her ass frequently to make sure it's working."

Slowly the object was being pushed up and into me. I stared at a knot of wood on the table and concentrated on breathing. It was going in so much deeper than Mr. Bridger's finger and it was nudging the pill so far within. "Mr. Bridger," I panted. "It's...oh--"

All at once it narrowed and my body clenched down, squeezing tightly. Mr. Bridger shifted it a bit, but it wasn't going in any more. The ring of muscle that he'd been stretching wide now closed tightly and the discomfort was gone. Now, oh God. Now I felt so full. Like when Mr. Bridger had buried himself in my pussy, but now it was filling me in my bottom.

"There. All done, baby. Let me help you up."

I stood and Mr. Bridger held onto my arm, letting me adjust to being upright again. "The...thing in my bottom--"

Mr. Bridger held up a finger. "The plug in your ass. Say it correctly, Devney."

I felt my cheeks heat. "The plug in my ass--"

"Good girl."

"--is very uncomfortable."

"Yes, I suppose it would be."

"If you shift your hips back, you should find it better," Doctor Graham said.

I did as he recommended, tilting my hips back, which only thrust my bottom - my ass - out. It somehow thrust my breasts forward as well. The posture was very obscene. "Everyone will wonder why I am standing so," I replied.

Mr. Bridger shook his head, a lock of light hair falling over his forehead. "No, they won't wonder. Everyone will know."

Everyone will know.

"Shall we have that meal now?" Doctor Graham asked.

I looked down at myself. My breasts thrust out, Mr. Bridger's seed tinged with my virgin blood coating my thighs, my pussy tingly, my ass full. "I need clothes."

"No. You don't need clothes right now. You will need them when we leave. I will go to the mercantile and pick up some things. I was woefully unprepared for a wife." He smiled, brushed his knuckle over my cheek.

"I have my dress."

He shook his head, his face serious. "No. No dresses. I will be back shortly."

Panic started to rise. I glanced between the men. He was leaving me? Here? Naked? "No! You can't leave me like this!" I ran my hand down my body. "You can’t leave me with these men."

Mr. Bridger crinkled his brow. "Why not? They've seen everything you have to offer."

"No. I can't," I begged. "Not alone."

"You can and you will. I won't be long."

I backed away, shaking my head. What had I gotten myself into? My heart pounded against my chest.

Mr. Bridger pulled out one of the chairs and turned it around so the back faced me. "Bend over the chair, Devney."

I held up my hands. "You're not going to beat me! Please don't beat me," I pleaded, panicked that he was like my father and would hurt me.