Dominating Devney (Montana Maiden Series Book 3) (8 page)

Her head thrashed, her nipples like diamonds, her mouth open but no sound escaped. Her orgasm hit her hard, her pussy all but strangling my cock as she did so. This, of course, pushed me into my second orgasm, my seed filling her even more. The pill Doc had given me to keep from breeding Devney was truly a requirement now.

"You may let go now, baby," I said, my voice rough and deep.

Her fingers released their tight grip and her legs fell to the bed, her knees splayed wide. She hadn't opened her eyes. Her chest heaved, her nipples turning soft once again.

I pulled free and watched the copious amounts of seed seep out. She didn't move. Looking at her closely, I realized she was asleep. I couldn't help but smile. Naked, legs spread, pussy lips swollen and opened wide by my cock, hair all tangled. She was a beautiful mess.

Shifting her so she rested on a pillow, I climbed in next to her and pulled the quilt over us both. Having a wife was certainly not going to be the hardship I had expected. To the contrary, in fact.

Devney

I woke up disoriented and confused. I didn't know where I was. Something was wrong. I was in a bed, but it was dark and completely quiet except for the sound of the summer breeze. Both were normal, but the room smelled different, the bed felt different. I felt different.

Soft breathing came from beside me and, everything that had happened the day before quickly returned. I was married to Mr. Bridger. I was in his bed. And I'd awoken because my skin was hot and sensitive against the soft sheets. My nipples were tight. My pussy throbbed. My thighs were slippery wet, but it wasn't from the ointment Mr. Bridger had applied the night before. I clenched down on the plug in my ass, the action sending tremors through my body and I moaned and turned my face into the pillow to stifle it.

Mr. Bridger sat up. I could barely see him, but knew he was looking down at me. "What's wrong, baby?"

He ran a hand up my arm and I felt goose bumps rise. "There's...there's something wrong with me."

"Are you sick?" he asked, his voice worried. I heard the light of a match, then the room filled with a soft light from the flicker of the bedside lamp.

I thrashed beneath the sheets. "Not the way you mean. I...I need--"

"Ah, you're not sick, you're in heat." He pulled the sheet down from my body and looked his fill, his dark eyes intent upon my breasts, then lower to my shaved pussy. "Look at you. So beautiful."

"I'm in...what?" I arched my back off the bed as I tried to rub my thighs together.

"In heat. It's what happens to a woman after she marries. It's your body saying you belong to me. You need me to fuck you. You'd like that, wouldn't you, baby?"

I opened my eyes slowly and looked up into my husband's face. His jaw was covered in dark stubble a shade or two darker than the tousled mop on his head. His shoulders were so broad. The dark hair sprinkled across his belly tapered into a thin line that worked its way down to his cock, which was very awake. Was it always so huge? If he hadn't fucked me earlier, I would have questioned whether it would fit. The head was mushroom shaped and an angry red color, fluid oozing from the tip.

I couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight and felt a new flood of juices seep from me. I craved his cock. "Oh yes, please, Mr. Bridger."

"My name is Sam and you can call me that, although I do like the sound of you saying ‘Mr. Bridger’ as I fuck you."

The feelings were intolerable. I knew the only way for them to subside was to come, just as Mr. Bridger had taught me. I had the plug in my ass, but that wasn't enough. I needed him in my pussy. I turned and positioned myself just as I'd been earlier when he'd fucked me, my hands holding my knees apart and back. Yes, I was exposing myself, offering myself. I didn't care. He'd shown me he liked me this way, made it safe and acceptable for me to open myself thusly. "Please, Mr. Bridger. I need you to...to fuck me."

"Such a good girl, presenting yourself to me." His dark gaze narrowed as I showed him my most intimate of places. "Oh, you're so wet," he murmured, running a finger through the wetness coating my thighs.

"Is that...is that normal?" I asked.

"Baby, you're always going to be wet for me now. Everyone's going to know because there's going to be a big damp spot on the back of all your skirts."

I wanted to feel embarrassed, but I didn't care at the moment. That was a problem for later. Now, now I just needed to come.

"Roll over, baby, onto your belly, knees tucked under."

I gave him a questioning look, but didn't argue. My nipples tightened at the feel of the sheet as they pressed into the mattress.

"Knees wider. Yes, just like that. I'm going to fuck you, but I don't think you're quite ready."

I glanced back at him over my shoulder. Had he lost his mind? If he didn't fill me up I was going to scream. "I'm ready. Please, I'm ready."

He shook his head. "You don't decide that, Devney. Would you rather wait until morning?"

My eyes widened. "What? No."

"Then do as I say. If you please me, then I will pleasure you. I promise."

I could only nod.

"Good girl. Now grab hold of the plug in your ass and pull it out some. I want to watch you fuck your ass first."

"Oh, I can't, Mr. Bridger." It was one thing to have him do it, while he was fucking me, but having me do it to myself while he just watched?

He shrugged nonchalantly. "That's fine. We can wait until morning."

"No!" I reached behind me and found the hard, wide end of the plug. I tugged on it, feeling my ring of muscle stretch and burn as I opened up for the wooden object. I gasped as I stretched to the girth of the plug.

"Good girl. Now fuck your ass with it."

I pressed my face into the cool mattress as I lifted my hips to reach better. Slowly, I pushed the plug in, then out, rubbing that tight ring in both directions. I could feel my pussy clamp down on nothing as it craved Mr. Bridger's cock. I worked the plug harder. It didn't exactly hurt, but it was uncomfortable, yet there was some kind of intense feelings that were building from the rubbing. There. These sensations made me fuck my ass faster. It was different than Mr. Bridger's cock in my pussy, the feelings sharper. Regardless, it was working. The need that woke me up grew, built and took me toward my release. If I worked my ass enough, I might...might be able to come. I started to pant; fucking my ass was hard work.

"Enough," Mr. Bridger growled. "Push it back in all the way."

I didn't hesitate to do so and Mr. Bridger's hand nudged mine out of the way. He moved above me; I could feel the hair on his chest tickling my back, could feel his breath on my nape, could smell his clean, virile scent surrounding us. His cock nudged at the entrance to my pussy and I shifted my hips back, pushing the head in just just enough to stretch the opening and tease me.

"So greedy, baby," he murmured against my ear as he thrust deep. Hard.

I screamed and came. Right then. There was no preamble, no working myself up. I'd done that while I'd been asleep, then while I fucked my own ass with a plug. Just having Mr. Bridger's big cock stuffing me full sent me hurtling over this precipice. Sheer heaven.

I reveled in my release as Mr. Bridger fucked me as if he were a stallion mounting a mare. I could do nothing but take it. Take everything he gave me. Which was pleasure. He came with a loud groan, his cock thrust deep as I felt him pulse within. As I fell asleep folded just as he'd placed me, I realized he'd been right. When I pleased him, he gave me such pleasure as I hadn't even known before.

***

I awoke to the sound of horses - hooves against the ground and the snorting and blowing. Directly thereafter, the sound of voices drifted down the hall, presumably from the large main room. Sitting up, I felt the plug press into my ass so I quickly shifted up onto my knees, crawled to the edge of the bed, then stood. Hearing Mr. Bridger--Sam--in conversation with someone had me searching for something to cover myself. I had no clothes; Sam had purchased some items at the mercantile, but I didn't see them. This didn't surprise me. Two days ago I'd been on the ranch with Sarah, ready to live quietly and alone. Now, I was married to a man I barely knew, had done all kinds of carnal and wanton things, things I didn't even know were possible. They'd been unimaginable. Until now.

This wasn't what was so troublesome. I glanced down my body to see Sam's dried seed on my thighs, my pussy bare and completely smooth. I had a plug in my ass that was a constant distraction. My body elicited a gamut of new feelings: heat, desire, arousal, pleasure, frustration, need. There was something clearly wrong with me. I'd woken up in the middle of the night, my body frantic for release. And to get it, I'd done what Sam had said and fucked my own ass with a plug! I'd been so desperate for it that I hadn't fought his commands. Even now, only hours later, I could feel how wet my pussy was. Why was it doing that? It never had before. Surely, this was not normal. The constant craving for what only Sam could give me had to be extremely abnormal.

I watched as my nipples tightened at the direction of my thoughts. I squeezed my thighs together in the off chance it would help with the ache that was quickly building again. Why was it so warm? I felt a sheen of sweat coat my brow. Perhaps I could touch myself as I had yesterday, rub myself just as Sam had to make me come. It would feel so good and I could do it quietly and he'd never know. He'd recognized I'd touched myself yesterday when he saw I was red and swollen, but now, my pussy was already in that condition. My pleasure could be disguised. Hidden.

Listening carefully, I could only hear a murmur of voices, which meant Sam was occupied elsewhere. Furtively, I glanced at the closed door, then tossed the blanket back onto the bed and quickly laid back down. I spread my legs like I had on the doctor's table and put my hand to my pussy. It was slippery and hot to the touch. Quickly, I found the swollen nub that was the source of my pleasure and began to rub it, back and forth, then found a light circular motion that felt so good. I lifted my hips and I reached my other hand between my thighs so I could slip one, then two fingers deep within my pussy.

I was so lost in the pleasure of my fingers that I didn't hear the door open. "Such a pretty sight," Sam said from the doorway.

My eyes flew open and my hands jerked away from my body. Sam came over and sat on the side of the bed. "Do you need to come, baby?" he asked, his gaze raking over by spread legs.

I could only nod as I felt like a small child caught with a hand in a cookie jar.

"Your orgasms are mine, Devney." He lifted one of my hands and licked the sticky wetness from my fingers. "So sweet. If you want to come, you must find me. Doing it like this, being sneaky about it, calls for correction."

I yanked my hand out of his hold and sat up. "Correction?"

He stood, helped me to my feet. "Come. Since you don't know what my expectations are, I will show you. But first, my brother and his wife are here and I want you to meet them."

Leading me to the door, he meant for me to remain unclothed. "Sam, I'm...I'm undressed."

He looked me over. "Yes, and your clothes are on the table in the other room." I had no choice but to follow him out to the main room, the wood floor cool beneath my bare feet.

"Jake and Catherine, this is my wife, Devney."

I froze in place, using my hands to cover myself. Mortified, I moved to stand behind Sam. "No, I can't meet them like this! I need my clothes. They can see everything."

Sam took my hand and led me over to the dining table. He pointed at the hard surface. "Bend over."

I looked at him, confused. "Why?"

I glanced furtively at the other couple, who were watching me closely.

The resemblance between the men was strong. They were both tall and commanding, their shoulders broad, their legs long. Jake's hair was several shades darker. Catherine was also dark-haired, with striking features. She could have been missing an eye for all I knew as I could only stare at her breasts, which were completely exposed even though she wore a white blouse. They were large and lifted so that they were large globes, thrusting out from her body with dusky pink, very erect nipples. Mine were not nearly as...prominent. She was very well endowed, but perhaps the way she stood with her hips shifted back so far, it made her back arch, thus the forward thrust of her breasts. I recognized that hip tilt; my hips were shifted slightly forward to accommodate the plug in my ass, but not as severely as Catherine. When Sam had said I would have my breasts exposed at all times, was this what he meant?

"Bend over, baby. Don't make me say it again."

I did as he bid, hissing as my breasts touched the cold wood.

"Spread your legs."

I quickly moved my feet apart.

"Good, baby. This is the correction I spoke of. A spanking."

"What? No!"

"Yes. Jake and Catherine can see your pussy, all dripping wet because you were strumming your clit without telling me. They can also see the plug embedded deep in your ass. They can see everything. You're laying like this on display because your pussy isn't something you hide. Your pleasure isn't yours. It's mine. Now, since this is your first spanking, you'll only receive five."

Five? He didn't give me time to consider what he meant. I heard the strike before I felt it, then the spot flared to life with a burning sting so fiery I jerked. "Ow!"

"That's one, Devney." Smack. "Your pleasure's mine." Smack. Smack.

I felt terrible, tears clogging my throat. Besides being on blatant display, I'd disappointed Sam. My new in-laws must think horribly of me, that I was ill-behaved and disobedient.

"All mine." Smack. "There. All done." He caressed the heated flesh gently with the palm of his hand, soothingly. "If you have a few minutes, brother, I need to get Devney ready for the day."

From my vantage point, I saw Jake move to the kitchen and put the coffee pot on the stove. "Actually, Doc stopped by as he wanted to check on Catherine's progress. He told us you married and thought it would work well if he checked on both Catherine and Devney at the same time. He's with Grant and Maura now, but should be over in awhile. So until then, we have your undivided attention."