Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 1) (5 page)

"I was returning for a child's lunch pail and at first didn't know what I was witnessing." When they quietly watched me with penetrating, dark gazes but did not respond, I continued. "It caught me by surprise. I never expected, never
knew,
this could occur in the kitchen."

"You didn't answer my question, but I'll let it pass. How was he fucking her?" Kane asked.

I closed my eyes briefly, completely unaccustomed to this line of query. "She was...on her back on the table. He held her ankles up and spread wide. His member–"

"Cock." I jumped when Ian said the word, interrupting me. "His cock. Say it, lass."

I licked my lips. "His...cock was big and hard and red and he was putting it in her, over and over."

"He was fucking her cunny with his cock." He said the words I couldn't.

I pushed a curl back from my face. "Yes."

"The woman was enjoying his attentions?"

I looked to Kane at his question, met his stare. "Yes. Yes, she was."

"Did you enjoy watching?"

I pushed off the edge of the desk, paced the small room, from the unlit fireplace to the bookshelf and back, steering clear of Ian. I couldn't tell them the truth. What would they think of me? I would be just like the girls below stairs if I admitted I'd felt...need course through me at their actions.

"Emma?"

"No. No, I didn't," I replied, averting my gaze.

"Emma." This time, when he said my name, it was laced with harshness, disappointment. "I will offer you this one opportunity to lie to me. In the future, if you lie, I promise you will not enjoy the consequences."

"How do you know I'm lying?" I waved my arms in the air. "Isn't it possible that I didn't like what I'd witnessed?"

"As I said before, your body doesn't lie. Look at your nipples, they're hard."

I glanced down. They were.

"Your eyes, they're not a pale blue now, but a deep, stormy gray. I'd say just thinking about what the secretary did to the woman has you aroused. Answer the question, Emma."

I spun around, faced Kane, narrowing my eyes. I didn't need to glance down at my breasts to know the tips were hard. I could feel them, painfully erect. I was not one to let my ire show – no lady of good breeding did – but I'd had quite the day and they'd pushed me too far. "Yes! I enjoyed it. I felt...something when I watched them." I tightened my hands into fists. "Now you know the truth, but it's too late." My breasts were rising and falling beneath my thin shift and the material chafed my sensitive nipples.

Kane only arched a brow at my heated response. Why did he have to be so calm? "Too late?"

"You're married to a woman who is just as her step-brother painted: a voyeur with the moral leanings of a prostitute. Why you would want me, both of you, is beyond me. There's no escaping marriage to me now." No doubt he could hear the bitterness in my tone.

My words did not have the effect I expected. Instead of anger, they were both amused. Kane smiled, broadly, showing off his straight, white teeth. He was even more handsome, and that irked me.

"That's true. You are mine." He still rested his forearms on his knees. "You are Ian's as well." He let those words settle for a moment, perhaps trying to ease my worries. It was not working.

"I will make this even easier for you. Answer yes or no to my questions, all right?"

I took a deep breath and stood before him, yet still too far away for him to reach. Either man could move quickly and grab me, hit me, hurt me, but they remained still. My heart pounded, my breathing deep from my outburst.

"Close your eyes. Go on, close them," Kane added when I didn't respond immediately.

The darkness was like a protective barrier, something I could hide behind. I didn't have to look at Kane or Ian, see their handsome faces, feel their scrutiny with my eyes closed. It was...easier.

"Good girl. Picture the couple. The secretary and the maid. Did your body warm watching them?" His voice slowed, went smoother.

"Yes."

"Did your nipples tighten?"

"Yes."

"Did you want the man to fuck you?" Ian asked, his voice coming from my side.

I pictured Allen and what I saw.
He
hadn't appealed to me, what he'd been doing had. I hadn't wanted him to fuck me, but a man of my own. "No."

"But you wanted to be fucked, to know what it felt like when his cock was buried deep. What the woman felt?"

I saw Clara's head tossed back, eyes closed, mouth open, back arched off the table. She'd been lost in her pleasure in that moment. "Yes."

I heard Kane stand, walk behind me. Circle me.

"Keep your eyes closed." His voice came from the right. "Your cunny – your pussy, that place between your thighs, does it ache at the idea of cock?"

It did. Oh, it did. "Yes."

I heard Ian move next, coming from my left to stand behind me. "I can see your nipples, all tight and erect." He was close enough to where I could feel his breath on my shoulder. "Do they need to be touched?"

My head fell back, as I became entranced by his deep voice. "Yes."

"Answer my question again, Emma. Are you wet?" Kane asked.

Now, I knew to what he spoke. That place at the juncture of my legs, my woman's place, was...wet. I could feel the hotness of it, the way my folds were swollen and coated in a slick essence brought about by the men's words, the mental pictures they'd elicited, their voices, their very presence.

I was surrounded. I felt the heat from their bodies, the way they took away all the air from the room. With my eyes closed, I didn't feel threatened – overwhelmed, assuredly – but protected instead.

It was dark with my lids closed, only a soft flickering of orange light seeped through. I could block out the world, everything that had happened to me, everything around me except Kane and Ian. Their words, their deep, almost hypnotic voices with the lovely accents. This was why I felt at liberty to answer, to respond to how they made me feel.

I heard Kane sink back into the chair in front of me. Waiting.

"Yes," I uttered.

"Open your eyes," Kane commanded.

My lashes fluttered open as I looked down at him first, then glanced over my shoulder at Ian whose gaze was dark and lust filled. He was close, only a foot away, but he did not touch me. Neither had yet to touch me except for when Ian caught my stumble.

"Come here," Kane ordered. He gestured with his hand to the space before him, his knees wide, the fabric of his pants stretched taut and defined over his muscular thighs.

I approached him slowly and stood where he bid. He met my eyes, then his head lowered, taking in my breasts and tight nipples, the transparent shift, my bare thighs.

"Spread your legs."

I moved my left leg so my stance was wider, my thigh bumping against his knee, and waited. What did he intend? He still hadn't touched me in any way. My modesty was losing to curiosity. Neither had done anything for me to fear, so on bated breath, I waited.

Slowly, he lifted his right hand and slipped it between my legs, up beneath the short hem of my shift to touch me.
There.

I startled at the contact. The one finger brushed over me in the lightest of touches, yet it felt like I was being branded, the heat that it wrought searing. I gasped and met his piercing, dark gaze, but didn't move, afraid that if I did he might stop. With a feather light touch, he slid over my folds, slowly, watching me. The corner of his mouth tipped up in something akin to triumph all the while learning my flesh.

"I haven't held your hand. I haven't kissed you. I like knowing that the first place I touch your body is your delectable cunny."

When his finger flicked over the place that throbbed, that had pulsed and come to life when I'd witnessed Clara and Allen, a moan slipped from my lips. Panic flared in my eyes at the illicit feelings, the way I found pleasure in a stranger's intimate touch. That barest of caresses felt so incredibly...amazing, that I feared it. Feared what he was doing to me. How could a man I didn't know bring about such carnal feelings with the barest of touches? It wasn't proper. It was wrong.

I started to step back, but just one word from his lips kept me still.

"No." Somehow, after only a few minutes, he was able to sense my emotions. "I will give you your pleasure. Do not fear it, or me." His jaw was tight, his gaze hooded as his fingers became bolder, parting my folds and running over the slippery, swollen flesh. Finding my virgin opening, he circled it, nudging in just a fraction and my body clenched down on it.

"She's so tight, Ian," he murmured.

I'd forgotten about the other man.

The finger dipped in even further, then slid back out to slide up my folds to the bundle of nerves. I exhaled harshly and placed my hands on Kane's solid shoulders for balance. My knees weakened and I needed to hold on to stay upright. Just the very tip of his finger on me had me off kilter. Even through the jacket of his suit, I could feel his warmth, the very strength of him.

When his finger moved back to my opening, another finger joined and two slipped inside. I shifted my hips and lifted up onto my toes at the onslaught. My tissues burned at the stretching and yet, it felt...exquisite. I could hear how wet I was, the sound of his fingers probing me filled the space between us.

"There." His eyes held mine. I couldn't look away. I felt the pressure and pain of his digits as they tried to push even further into me, but couldn't. I clenched his shoulders and winced. "I can feel her maidenhead."

"I...." I licked my lips. "I told you I was a virgin."

"Yes, yes you did. Now I have to decide what to do about it." He pulled his fingers completely from me and I was bereft, lost. Empty.

His fingers were glistening and slick with my wetness and I watched as Kane put them in his mouth and licked them. "So sweet. Like honey." His gaze heated, his skin flushing in what I recognized as desire. "Taste."

My eyes widened. "Your fingers?"

He shook his head. "No. Kiss me."

I leaned forward ever so slightly and Kane came the rest of the way so his mouth covered mine. It wasn't a tentative, chaste kiss, for his mouth opened over mine and his tongue delved deep. He tasted musky and sweet and deliciously male, perhaps a combination of my woman's essence and his own personal flavor. I sank into the kiss, I could do nothing but, for he was quite skilled at it. My body heated and softened, my skin warming and becoming sensitive to the cool air. Finally, after an interminable length of time, Kane sat back.

"Run your fingers over your pussy. Good girl. Now feed them to Ian. Let him taste you, too."

I pulled my hand from between my trembling thighs and looked at my coated fingers. My arousal was warm and slick. Ian took my hand in his and lifted it to his mouth, sucking on my wet digits. His pale eyes darkened as I felt him suck on the tips of my fingers. My mouth fell open as I watched him.

"Aye, like honey," he said when he lowered my hand back to my side. His voice was darker, more gravelly than before, his accent stronger. "Have you ever come before?"

I didn't know to what he spoke, but I had no doubt the answer was no, so I shook my head as I licked my lips.

"Then for being such a good girl, you will have a treat," Kane promised.

Both of his hands moved beneath my shift and over my cunny, or the other word he'd used, my pussy. Fingers dipped inside of me, just bumping into my maidenhead, while his other hand moved to circle and flick at the bundle of nerves that had my eyes slipping closed, my head falling back and mouth opening to let a moan of pleasure escape.

This
was what Clara had been feeling: sheer, unadulterated bliss. Kane was masterfully working my body as a weapon against my strongest of mental defenses. One flick of a well skilled finger and my mind emptied of every reason why this was wrong.

This
was something I couldn't control. In this moment, my body did not belong to me. It belonged to Kane.

I shook my head at that revelation. "No, please. I'm scared," I cried out, my hands pushing on his shoulders one moment, then gripping and clinging to him the next.

"There's nothing to fear, lass," Ian murmured from behind me.

"I've got you," Kane added. "You are safe and in this moment, your body belongs to me."

It was too much. The pleasure was building, growing. Kane was masterful in working my body. My skin was damp, my knees were weak, my nipples tight peaks. I felt engulfed in flames and with each stroke of Kane's fingers he threw more fuel on the fire, until....

"Come, Emma," Ian ordered. "Let us see your pleasure."

His commanding voice pushed me over some precipice and I was falling, falling into nothingness. The intensity of it all was so grand that I screamed and clawed at Kane's shoulders. With letting go, giving over to what he was doing to me, I'd found the most amazing pleasure I never knew was possible.

No wonder Clara had spread her legs. No wonder she let herself be taken on the kitchen table. With this one demonstration of Kane's power, I was addicted. I wanted more. I wanted it again. I
needed
what he'd just done to me. Again and again.