Their Captivated Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 3) (10 page)

"I've made many things to pleasure you with. Right now, you're going to fuck yourself with the dildo, love, and break through your maidenhead."

"But...oh God," she moaned, Simon doing an amazing job of building her arousal, however she was quite sensitive and very responsive. I began to play with her breasts again, for I wanted her to be completely brainless and only feel. I wanted her to
want
to fuck herself. "I thought, I thought one of you would do that."

"We will, soon," Simon growled, barely holding on to his willpower. Just looking down the length of her body—parted lips, long neck, pert breasts with furled tips, lush belly and hips, smooth and bare pussy, then Cross' thumb working her slippery clit. She was all I'd dreamed of and more. There was just one tiny barrier still in the way.

"It's going to slide in so easily," I murmured. "Once that barrier is gone, we're going to fuck you. One at a time."

"I'm first, lass, and I canna wait. Can ye feel my cock at yer back?"

Simon took her hand and adjusted her grip on the dildo so she held it like a small spear and lined it up with her slick pussy.

"Will it hurt?" she asked me, her head tilted to the side, her pale eyes filled with trepidation. Cross worked her clit and her eyes slipped closed. I kissed her lips, for how could I not, then whispered, "If it does, it will only be for a brief moment. We will be watching, love, watching you ready yourself for us. It is going to be so beautiful to see."

"Now, lass."

OLIVIA

I was so overwhelmed! For a few minutes in my bath, I'd had private time to think about what was to come with the men, with their taking my virginity, and then they'd all but stomped up the steps, stripped off their clothes and beat their chests like cavemen. I had hoped for a husband who would dote and offer me attention and affection, and Cross, Simon and Rhys certainly did all of that. Their fervent attentions would be something to which I would have to accustom.

They wanted me! Even a very innocent virgin like me couldn't miss that fact. While I'd had my hand on their cocks earlier, seeing them naked and fully aroused was something else. Seeing one virile, well formed man with a cock that was big enough to curve up and practically touch his navel was impressive, but I had three. Three! Three men and three cocks.

Simon was solid and broad and big and very, very large. Everywhere. His cock was a ruddy red, the head flared and almost angry looking. Rhys, equally dark, was leaner, taller and his cock seemed longer, which should have been impossible because I didn't think Simon was remotely small. Cross, with his light hair and fairer skin, had hard, sleek muscles and a pale nest of hair at the base of his cock that made him so very different from the other two. That was just their bodies. The looks on their faces were almost predatory, as if they intended to circle me, stalk me, then take me.

The way my body heated at the idea, the way my nipples pebbled at the thought; I wanted it. I wanted
them.

I was also...scared.

I'd forgotten all about being scared when Simon had held my legs open so they could shave me. If their goal was to keep me off kilter, then it was working, for I had never imagined such a thing, but Rhys' words and then his hands on my breasts had distracted me.
Everything
they did was a distraction!

Once finished, Cross began touching me with just his thumb and in a very specific spot. Circling and circling he worked that bundle of nerves that spread pleasure to my fingers, my toes, to my nipples, to every part of my body. Even then, looking down at Cross's cock, rigid and long between his legs, I'd thought he'd lean forward and push it in, but instead they'd pulled out this slim wooden contraption—a dildo, they called it—for me to break through my maidenhead.

My inner walls clenched as they gave me the directions, and again when Cross guided my hand and this wooden phallus to my opening. My newly shaved skin there felt cool, slick and very, very bare. I watched the dildo disappear, little by little as it began to fill me. My body clamped down on it, but it wasn't big like the men's cocks and I was frustrated. When I was able to slide it in so easily and so far, I knew something was wrong. I'd heard about pain during the first time, of some membrane inside ripping and bleeding. A man expected their bride to be a virgin and this barrier was the true sign, the official notice that she was pure.

My eyes widened in surprise when the side of my hand bumped my newly bare skin.

"It...it didn't hurt."

There was something wrong with me and they'd think I was a whore!

I let go of the dildo's small handle and grabbed Cross' forearms. I had to make him understand, for he could clearly see from his vantage point what was happening.

"I'm a virgin, truly." I tried to sit up, but Simon's hold on my legs prevented it. Slowly, Cross eased the dildo out and I gasped at the feel of the hard wood brushing against my inner walls. He held it up, coated in my glistening arousal, but no virgin's blood.

"Cross, please, you have to believe me!" I cried. I tugged at Simon's hold on my legs and he released me and I scrambled to sit up. There was nothing with which to cover myself and I could not escape the dominating presence of three large, aroused men. I couldn't discern from their faces what they were feeling. Did they think I'd tricked them? Tears welled—I couldn't stop them—and slipped down my cheeks.

Simon took hold of my arm and pulled me into him, his skin so warm and I could feel his cock prodding my belly.

"We believe you, lass," he said, wiping my tears away with his thumbs.

I frowned. "How? Isn't there supposed to be blood?"

Rhys shrugged, but did not seem overly concerned. "I believe sometimes it is just that way. Have you ever played with yourself? Put your fingers inside or used something like the dildo? It's all right if you did, for I would want you to lay back and show us how you pleased yourself."

I shook my head. "No. I've never touched myself like that. Only...only with you have I felt this way."

All three of the men smiled and I felt the fear, the chill of it, ebb away.

"You're not mad?" she breathed.

"Nay, lass. This is so much better, for now we can take ye as we wish."

"I thought that was what you had been doing," I countered. "You even shaved me."

"Aye, but if your maidenhead had been there and it tore, you'd be verra sore. Are ye sore, lass?"

I shook my head. I was...needy.

"Then it is going to be a long night, for our cocks are eager to fill you, to mark you, to make you ours." Simon and Cross traded places, and I remembered Simon said he would be first.

Cross angled me back on his arm to kiss me, his tongue plunging into my mouth directly and I tasted myself on his tongue; it was so carnal to learn the flavor of my own desire. His hand was on the back of my neck, holding me just as he wanted me and he overwhelmed me. His own need was obvious in his touch, his kiss, his very breath.

When he pulled back, his breathing was rough. "Lay back now and let us have our way with you."

I was so relieved they believed me that I did as he bid without question, although the kiss had certainly helped. I wanted to please them and clearly I became upset if I couldn't, or if I perceived some flaw in myself that would have them finding me deficient. But Cross' mouth was red and slick from our kiss and his eyes held secret promises I wanted to learn. The only way to do that was to lay back and let them teach me.

All three of them shifted to give me room, and Cross was kissing me once again, Rhys returned his attentions to my breasts—he seemed to have a slight fixation with them—and Simon nudged my thighs apart with his hands and flicked his tongue over the place where Cross' thumb had been rubbing.

They were definite warriors, all of them, for they gave all their energies to a task and if they wanted to defeat their opponent, they could do so with sheer will alone. While I was not the enemy, they definitely laid siege and I could not uphold any of my defenses against them, not that I even wanted to. My head fell back and my eyes closed as the delicious pinch on my nipples set my body on fire. A hint of perspiration coated my skin as they again built me up to the brink of that sweet pleasure. They'd given it to me several times now and I recognized what it felt like just beforehand. I cried out and I could feel my belly tighten, my knees squeeze Simon's dark head for I did not wish him to move from that pleasure spot. I wanted him to stay right...there...and...lick...one...more...time. Yes!

I screamed my release, every muscle in my body tensing, my back arching off the bed, my inner walls clenching down on nothing...that thin dildo had just been a quick tease. They didn't stop their attentions, only Cross stopped kissing me but instead stroked a hand gently over my hair and crooned to me.

You are so beautiful. I love to see you come.

I felt a dip in the bed just before Simon's knees nudged my thighs wide as he settled into the cradle of my hips, his cock slipping over my slick woman's core. I was still coming, the luscious feelings making my heart pound, the blood roaring in my ears, as the large head stretched my opening as he slowly pushed his way in.

"Yes!" I cried, my inner walls now having something to clench onto.

"Christ, ye are so bloody tight."

I looked up at Simon, his eyes so dark as to be black. His hair fell over his forehead and his face was all hard lines, his neck tightly corded. He held himself up on his forearms, the hair on his chest tickling my breasts and tormenting my nipples. Rhys and Cross were watching, hands stroking their cocks.

Slowly, Simon slipped into me, one delicious inch at a time. While I'd just come, the new sensation of being stretched wide, being filled deeper and deeper had my arousal simmering. My body was soft and pliant and I brought my legs up to Simon's hips, giving him room to go even deeper. Finally, his hips bumped into my bottom and he was fully seated.

My eyes widened at the feel of him and he watched me carefully.

"Am I hurting ye?" he asked, his voice as dark and rumbly as a thunderstorm.

I shook my head and clenched down on him, testing my body.

"Nay, dinna do that unless ye want me to move."

I grinned and did it again. He groaned and gritted his teeth. "I want you to move."

His eyes flew open and he grinned, his blinding smile combined with the dark intent in his eyes had me eager.

"I
need
you to move, Simon."

And so he did, slowly at first, but when I arched up to meet him, tilted my hips into his thrusts, he didn't hold back.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders. "Yes!" I cried out, his cock rubbing over new places deep within me that had me back to the brink within seconds. He rubbed over my clit with each stroke and I just broke, coming again while Simon continued to move. It was so much better than ever before, the way his body could make me come, knowing that it was because we were joined, that his cock being so deep inside me. I screamed, for I could not hold it back. I felt my body soften and get even wetter, the sound of our joining loud. Simon's breathing was ragged and all at once he stiffened, embedded all the way and groaned. I felt his hot seed, the thick emission I'd stroked from him in the stable just that morning, flood my womb, coating me and marking me. There was no doubt I was his.

He kissed me gently, his breathing mixing with mine as he settled. While he was still inside of me, I could feel the wetness seeping out around him and when he pulled out, I whimpered.

"I'm speechless, lass," he said standing up before me. I was too replete to close my legs as I looked at his cock, slick and wet from our combined fluids, still hard. His face lost that tenseness and his smile was soft. He appeared very satisfied and I felt a surge of...something at knowing I was the one to make him that way.

Rhys moved off the bed to stand before me, his cock weeping clear fluid from the tip as his hand gripped the base. "I love this view. Our wife, sated from coming, our seed all over your pretty pussy. My turn, love."

He settled in between my thighs, his cock nudging my inner thigh. Up on his hand, he looked down at me. "Sore?"

I shook my head, anxious and ready for his turn. He took one leg and lifted my knee up to his hip, aligned his cock at my entrance and slid all the way in in one long, smooth stroke.

"Oh!" I gasped. This angle was different than how Simon had me. The feel of Rhys' cock was different and when he began to move, I recognized that he fucked differently as well. Simon had been gentle, perhaps because of his large size he had been afraid to hurt me, but when he let his baser needs take over, he became rougher, but even then he hadn't hurt me.

Rhys' motions were more deliberate, as if he knew just how to use his cock to bring me to pleasure as fast as possible. He was almost ruthless in his attentions, precise in his motions. "So hot and slippery wet. You feel incredible."

I smiled at him and he lowered his head to kiss me as his hips moved, filling me again and again.

"You'll come for me."

He said it as if I didn't have a choice. Perhaps I didn't, for he used his cock like a weapon and I was powerless against it. I could do nothing but give in, and so I did. As I tensed and tried to hold him within me, he came on a harsh stroke, a guttural sound escaping his lips that were sealed over mine.