Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 1) (8 page)

"Yes. Your breasts are lovely and shouldn't be hidden from us."

"But–"

"Do not question us, baby. It will please us to see you so," Kane countered, the tone of his voice shifted to commanding. If we wished to see her breasts, we would not be deterred.

She must have heard the sharp bite in his voice because her fingers went up to undo the tiny buttons that ran down the length of her bodice. Slowly, the two sides flapped open, revealing her white corset. I had ensured the fit was quite snug when I dressed her, pulling the laces tight, so I knew her nipples were just below the edge. In fact, I could see the upper curve of one pink tip peeking out above the top.

"Lift your breasts out," I told her. She belonged to both of us – in all things – and the quicker she acclimated to having two men to please, the better. Two men to please, two men to obey. The ranch was a rugged place, where dangers abounded. The land was harsh and rugged.
We
were rugged. She would obey us in the bedroom for her pleasure and outside of it to keep her safe.

As she held my gaze, she tugged the front of the corset down to sit at the bottom curve of her breasts. Cupping herself, she adjusted her soft flesh until it was fully exposed. With the tight corset beneath, her creamy globes were lifted high and thrust out, the soft pink tips plump and pointing straight towards us. I kent how they tasted, how they felt against my tongue. My mouth watered to suckle at them again, but I wanted something else from her first.

"On your knees, lass." I gestured with my chin to the floor between my wide stretched legs.

"Ian," she countered, her eyes flitting left and right, but I arched a brow.

"I can spank you for your disobeying Ian, but you will still end up on your knees before him," Kane said.

Her eyes flared in surprise at his words. "Disobey? You mean–"

"Yes, we would spank you," Kane reiterated.

Licking her lips, she slid off the bench seat, knelt on the wooden floor, and placed her small hands on my thighs. She swayed with the motion of the stage, her face upturned to look at me with sweet innocence. In this position, she was a sight to behold.

Lowering my head, I kissed her, but only chastely and briefly. I wanted to deepen the kiss, but she had a lesson in cock sucking and I didn't want to divert from that. I didn't want anything to delay her hot little mouth around my cock. Her skin was flushed, her breasts were out and on delightful display, her eyes innocent as to what was to come. I loved her submissive placement between my legs, her mouth only inches from my from my–

"Take out my cock." My words were deep, my need obvious not only in my voice but in the thick length pressed against my pants.

With small, fumbling fingers, Emma undid the placket on my pants and pulled me out. I was incredibly hard, the tip oozing clear liquid in a steady stream. I'd fucked her only an hour before, yet I was ready for her again. What man could resist a wife on her knees before him?

"First lesson, lass, is sucking cock."

Her eyes flared as she understood my more crude terminology. "How?"

"Lick the tip. See how it's dripping for you? Clean it off."

She did. Her dainty little tongue lapped at it, swirling around the plum shaped head. My breath hissed out through clenched teeth at the hot lick.

"How do I taste?"

I watched her throat work as she swallowed. "Salty."

"Good girl. Now take it all the way into your mouth."

As instructed, she engulfed me in her hot warmth as far as she could go, which was not all that far, only half of me filled her. Her eyes widened and she coughed, pulling back. "You're too big!" she gasped, her eyes watering.

"Ye will ken soon enough, lass. Ye are doing fine. For now, take me as far as ye can go."

She did, licking and sucking with a sweet innocence that had my hips coming off the seat. "Grab hold of the base." I ground my teeth together as her grip tightened around me. "Good," I growled. "Now fuck my cock with your mouth."

Lowering her head, she took me into her mouth as far as she could comfortably go then pulled back, over and over. Her mouth was so wet and so hot that she all but seared my flesh. She was so earnest, so eager to comply with my instruction that my balls tightened, my orgasm close.

"Her mouth is as tight and perfect as her cunny," I told Kane, savoring the tight suction. I wouldn't last long, the need to come so intense.

"She's being a very good girl," Kane praised as he watched Emma take my cock. His big hand ran over her head, stroked her silky hair in reassurance.

I closed my eyes and gave in to the pleasure of her tentative tongue, the hot licks, the sweet sucking until I was almost there. "I'm going to come in your mouth, lass. Ye need to take it all. Our seed belongs in ye. Your cunny, your mouth, your ass. Swallow it all down."

My hips thrust up to join with the ministrations of her mouth and culminated in the most intense release that I groaned, my fingers gripping the hard bench seat, as my seed shot into the back of Emma's throat. Pulse after pulse, I throbbed against her tongue. She was sucking me dry all the while trying to swallow my seed. All she accomplished with her unskilled actions was choking on the copious seed before backing off my cock, the final white ropes of my cum spurting onto her upturned breasts. My release was explosive and did not seem to end. Some thick cream dripped down her chin and one large glob landed on her plump nipple. The erotic sight of her being marked in such a way prevented my cock from softening.

She'd done an impressive, albeit sloppy job. I came quickly and reveled in her first mouth fucking, my body sated. I had to catch my breath, for she had the ability to render my body useless until I could recover.

Even though she did beautifully, there was a lesson here for Emma to learn and I couldna veer from teaching her what we expected of her just because of her eagerness to please. However, I was too replete to do anything, the haze of lust and release overwhelming. My cock rested half erect against my open pants, wet and shiny from Emma's mouth. My shoulders slid across the seat back with the sway of the coach. Fortunately, Kane recognized my state and took over.

He shook his head in disappointment.

She glanced up at him through her lashes as she lifted her hand to wipe her chin.

"Don't," he told her. He leaned forward and ran his finger over the cooling seed and fed it to her. "Lick." Her lips closed over his finger and she sucked it as if it were a cock. "You disobeyed, Emma."

He pushed a second finger in her mouth to join the first, sliding the digits in and out like I did my cock. Slowly, he worked the fingers further and further back until met with her instinctive reaction to choke. Pressing down on her tongue, he held his fingers in place. "You must adjust to taking a cock. All the way."

Her hands wrapped around his wrist as her eyes widened in panic. She was breathing, air going in and out quickly through her nose, but she fought him and the innate reaction for something to be so deep in her mouth.

"Shh. Settle," Kane murmured, his tone calming her. After only a few seconds, he pulled back, slipped his fingers from her mouth.

"You didn't swallow his seed, baby." He glanced down at her exposed breasts and the viscous cream spread in random pulses across her pale flesh. I liked seeing my seed mark her this way, a stain of possession.

Emma lowered her head to see for herself. "I'm sorry, Kane, Ian, but it was too much. It...it surprised me."

She was correct; my seed had been plentiful. Her lush mouth had pulled it all from me.

"It is your job to do our bidding and you did not."

Her brow furrowed. "I had no idea it would be so...copious. I now know what to expect, therefore I will do better next time."

Kane stroked her hair again and she tilted her head into the caress, clearly savoring, and even craving, the affection. "Of course you will, but you must be punished."

She sat back on her heels, a frown marring her brow. "Punished? Why?"

"Because you did not swallow Ian's seed."

"But–"

He held up his hand and she quieted. Pulling a handkerchief from the pocket of his suit jacket, Kane wiped at her breasts, smearing away all traces of my emissions.

"Over my lap, please."

She shook her head. "Kane, no. I will be good."

"You were a very good girl, sucking his cock, but we do not take disobedience lightly. We will no longer be in a large town but on a ranch where it is wild and untamed. Following rules can save your life, therefore we must know that you will obey us in all things. It is our job to keep you safe, but your job to listen so we may do so. Now, over my knees." He deepened his voice and hardened his gaze.

She glanced at me, perhaps seeking a pardon.

"Your delay has added five additional strikes of Kane's palm," I told her. "Would ye like to delay longer and make it ten?"

She scurried to obey, realizing the consequence was growing. When she positioned herself correctly, her belly pressing into Kane's thighs, her feet just touched the floor of the stage on one side, her hair a curtain about her head on the other. I could see her breasts pointing downwards, the nipples tight and furled. I had to shift my legs out of the way to make room for hers. Lifting her dress, Kane tugged it up to bunch around her waist. Her legs were covered in stockings with pale blue ribbons securing them on her thighs. Her drawers, however, were a hindrance.

Using both hands, Kane ripped the delicate material exposing the pale globes of her arse. He'd strategically placed her so I could get a good glimpse. He let the torn material fall to the wooden floor below her head so she could look at them. "No more drawers, baby. Your cunny must be available to us at all times. Spread your legs, please."

She shook her head in defiance.

Kane spanked her, his palm landing in a firm strike against her left cheek.

"Kane!"

She jolted and cried out more in surprise than in pain. The strike hadn't been overly hard; it was more of a warning and introduction than true punishment.

Quickly realizing Kane was very serious, she widened her legs and I could see her cunny clearly as Kane began to spank her. Even though I'd just come, my cock hardened at the sweet sight, her lips there red and swollen from being fucked twice. "Count, please."

Each strike landed someplace new on her untried bottom, the skin turning a light pink, yet quickly turning darker as she counted. It was the most arousing of sights. When she called out the tenth strike, she was crying, yet the fight had left her. Instead of kicking out and wiggling her hips, she'd given up and took her punishment, her body lax. Kane's strikes weren't overly hard, but solely for her to learn the consequences of her actions. She would be turned over a knee as needed, especially if she did something that would put her safety in jeopardy.

Seeing her accept the error of her ways was a sweet sight. Her submission was beautiful and I was very pleased. Kane, no doubt, was as well.

"Fifteen," she sobbed.

Gently, Kane caressed her hot flesh, soothing her with words. "You did beautifully, sweetheart, taking your punishment like a good girl."

Once she settled, her breaths coming evenly and slowly, Kane helped her up and onto the bench seat across from us once again, brushing the hair back from her face and kissing her brow gently. It was a mild spanking and she would quickly recover, however the hard seat and the bumpy ride would keep her mind on her transgression.

"Put yer feet up on our knees," I said.

She frowned at me in confusion, so I patted the bend in my leg where I intended. "Give me your foot." I held out my hands, palms up.

She lifted her foot and I placed it against the front of my knee. Once she saw what I expected, she placed the other one in Kane's hand and he placed it against his own knee. This position had her sitting lower on the bench so her arse was off the edge, keeping the brunt of her weight off her sore flesh.

"There. That's better, isn't it? Your arse will be sore for a little while, but sitting this way should ease your discomfort," I said, stroking my hand up and down her stocking covered calf.

It was also an unladylike position, her shoulders slumped, her legs wide, her breasts uncovered and thrust out. My smeared seed had dried upon them leaving a dappled haze on her creamy skin. Emma was most certainly a lady, but neither Kane nor I were gentleman, at least not when we were alone with her. "Pull your skirt up. Show me my cunny, or as ye say here in America, pussy."

When she didn't comply to my request, I arched my brow. Her eyes lowered and she complied, although her dislike of the action was obvious. Slowly, her fingers pulled the blue silk up higher and higher so it pooled at her waist. I moved my knee wider, which opened her legs further. We had the perfect vantage of her body.

"You are so beautiful, Emma. Every inch of you." I couldn't help but stare at her delectable cunny and the way the tops of her creamy thighs were at full advantage above the edge of her stockings.

Her cheeks heated and her hands gripped the edge of her seat, her knuckles white.

"Ye dinna ken so?" I asked.