Their Wayward Bride (8 page)

"You're going to come one more time for me, sweetheart."

Her pussy lips were red and swollen and dripping wet, her clit a hard
pearl just begging to be touched again. And her arse! It was a
stunning site. The ointment glistened around her back entrance, her
body clenching down on the slim plug. It was beneficial I'd just come
or I'd reject our earlier promise not to fill her pussy and fuck her.
As Laurel moved on Mason's cock, I started to work the plug. This
time, instead of letting it slide between the two broader curves, I
pushed it in deeper so that the ball shape stretched her arse wide,
then closed around it, taking both of them—the one at the very end
and this second one—deep inside. Carefully, I pulled the round part
so it popped out, and then pushed it back in. This caused her arse to
stretch so much more than ever before, over and over again.

Laurel froze in place, Mason's cock filling her mouth as she adjusted
to this new assault. I grinned, thrilled by her response. She wasn't
avoiding it and shifting her hips away. She groaned, a deep body
sound of sheer pleasure. Mason began to move, fucking her slowly and
carefully with his cock, allowing Laurel to remain still as I popped
the round part of the plug in and out. In.
Plop.
Out.
Plop.

I didn't even have to touch her clit to make her come. She was so
sensitive from her previous orgasms and the awakening of new feelings
elicited from the plug in her arse that she came again. Mason was
ready, more than ready and came at the same time. When he pulled his
spent cock from her mouth, Laurel slumped down onto the bed.
Carefully, I worked the plug completely free and watched her arse
clench closed. She didn't move as I did so and realized she'd fallen
asleep, so I shifted her up onto a pillow and beneath the covers.

If this was what it was like when we played with her arse, I could
only imagine how incredible it would be when we were both finally
able to claim her together, her arse and pussy filled with our cocks
simultaneously. It would be the ultimate claiming, the ultimate
pleasure.

CHAPTER SEVEN

LAUREL

I awoke, for the second day in a row, in the arms of two men. It was
early, the light through the window only the slightest hint of pink.
The sun had yet to rise.

"Sleep, sweetheart," Brody murmured, his voice deep.

Mason—I was beginning to tell the men's touches apart—stroked a
hand down my arm. I was warm and I felt safe and protected. I knew
that nothing was going to harm me with these men surrounding me.
They'd given me pleasure, perhaps in ways I never imagined, but it
had been incredible. I doubted their every action when it came to
touching my body, for I knew they were pushing me, teaching me carnal
activities that I should consider unseemly. Now, though, after they
gave me the most amazing orgasms after giving in to their demands on
my body, I couldn't question them. They'd put a hard object in my
back entrance! I'd objected, for the idea had been ludicrous. But
when I came so hard, so intensely from the jangly, sharp feelings the
plug had elicited, I couldn't question any longer. I craved.

Soothed by their continued gentle attention and caring, I closed my
eyes and did as Brody said. When I awoke again, I was alone in bed.
Sitting up, I found my dress, the one I arrived in, laid out at the
foot of the bed with my corset on top along with Ann's skirt and
blouse. I readied myself for the day at the ewer and pitcher, tidied
my hair in the mirror above it and tried to put on Ann's clothes. The
waist was too snug on the skirt and not only were the sleeves too
short on the blouse, but I could not button the front. Abandoning
those options, I donned my own dress. The bodice was terribly ripped,
half the buttons missing, but with the corset on securely, only my
cleavage above the white material was visible. Pulling the two sides
of the bodice together, I had the least amount of skin showing since
I arrived.

I found the men downstairs, the smell of coffee and bacon luring me
to them. They were at the table eating when I entered and they stood.
I gave them a small smile, but didn't know what to say. The last I
remember from the night before was taking Mason's cock into my mouth.
Brody had been playing with the plug in my...ass. I'd come for the
third time and the pleasure was so intense, so sharp, it was like a
knife piercing through my reserve.

"We have a plate warming for you." Mason went to the stove
and took a covered dish from the back corner and brought it to the
table. "Coffee?"

I sat and the men followed. "Yes, thank you."

"Today we thought you might want to spend the day with Ann and
Emma. They will be together at Ann's house and you can join them."
Brody spoke as if I hadn't run out of the group dinner the night
before.

"Won't they be upset to see me?" I asked tentatively,
taking a sip of my coffee.

Both men frowned. "Why?" Brody asked. "You've done
nothing wrong."

"But last night—"

Mason held up a hand halting my words. "Last night we did not
recognize your true concerns until it was too late. It is our fault,
not yours. Although your dress needs mending, it is a better choice
than my shirt, although I do find you wearing it quite appealing."

"Perhaps you can wear our shirts here in the house?" Brody
asked, one pale eyebrow raised.

He looked so eager at the idea, like a schoolboy, and I couldn't help
but smile. I remembered about how they made me feel so good, again
and again. "Just for you?"

"Just for us," Mason said and Brody nodded.

They were so handsome when they grinned, pleased about something so
simple as my clothing compromise. So thoughtful and...kind. It was a
strange, unusual sensation to feel safe, happy even, with them.

***

Andrew opened the door for us an hour later. I was once again in
Mason's arms and I felt quite the invalid, although my coat had dried
and I was able to wear that for warmth instead of a blanket. I held
my boots in my hands.

Ann met us at the door along with another woman who I assumed was
Emma. She was quite the opposite of Ann, taller and with dark hair.
Both of them smiled at me and I felt reassured.

Brody held out Ann's borrowed blouse and skirt and the woman took
them and set them on the banister leading upstairs, then took my coat
and hung it on a peg by the door.

"I'm afraid the fit was too small." I lifted my boots.
"Perhaps you have some spare laces?"

"Of course. In the kitchen. We will just fix your dress and it
will be as good as new," Ann said very cheerfully, perhaps a
little worried I might start to cry on her once again. "You have
not yet met Emma. She has been very eager to make your acquaintance."

Emma came up to me and hooked her arm through mine. "Come, let's
let the men go about their day."

I turned and looked back at Mason and Brody standing with Andrew. A
smile was all I could offer as I was whisked away.

In the kitchen, Ann took my boots and sat them by the back door next
to another pair. "I should be civilized and offer you tea, but
we are both coffee drinkers. Is that all right with you?"

I nodded. Emma ran a hand over her belly. It wasn't overly prominent
yet, but she would soon need to alter her dresses. "When will
the baby come?" I asked.

"Summer," Emma replied, smiling.

"She never was sick in the mornings as I was, which makes me
furious," Ann chided.

Emma grinned and waggled her eyebrows. "You were as lusty as I."

Ann blushed, but did not deny it. "Enjoy it now." She
pouted and looked down at the sleeping baby in the cradle. "Your
men won't touch you again for weeks and weeks. Perhaps not ever,"
she grumbled.

"What? I've seen them touch you and you seemed quite pleased."

Ann pursed her lips. "True, but they haven't
fucked
me
since before the birth. I'm healed. Truly. Yet they insist on
pleasing me in other ways."

The way they spoke of what she did with her husbands so openly and
easily surprised me.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Laurel. You are not familiar with such ways,"
Ann replied.

I shrugged and felt my cheeks heat, my virginity a hindrance in
participating in the conversation.

"Surely Mason and Brody have showed you
some
of what they
will do with you?" Ann looked at me so hopefully. I was
discovering she was quite the romantic.

"All of the men at Bridgewater are lusty and those two certainly
can't keep their hands off you. Your red hair is so pretty,"
Emma added.

Lusty wouldn't begin to describe Mason and Brody. They
were...dominant, possessive, potent, thoughtful, demanding,
considerate. Kind.

Both women looked at me expectantly. "You saw me last night,
Ann, wearing just Mason's shirt. Obviously
something
has
happened with them, but...I...I can't share." I was too
mortified to even think about it, let alone share it with others.

Emma's eyebrows rose and Ann told her the details, including my hasty
retreat. "They are being very protective with you."

The baby started to fuss so Ann picked him up, tucked him into her
arm and opened her blouse for him to nurse, the boy's chubby hand
patting her absently.
She
seemed quite adept at being a mother, even with the baby so young.

Emma took a sip of her coffee. "Within the first hour of
arriving at the ranch with Kane and Ian, Mason came to the bedroom
door to announced dinner as they shaved my pussy and stretched my ass
for the first time. I was completely naked and although he couldn't
see
what they were doing, he
knew
. For me, it was
mortifying."

My mouth fell open and a strange feeling washed over me. Mason had
been a part of that, even only tangentially? He'd known what her
husbands were doing to her? I didn't like it. I didn't like it one
bit. I pulled out a chair and sat down. Did that mean Mason was just
using me to pass the time? To use for pleasure during a blizzard and
that was all?

Ann placed her hand over mine pulling me from my thoughts. "You
look as if you want to scratch Emma's eyes out." That had me
stirring from my jealous thoughts. That was what I was. Jealous.
"Emma had no control over the situation, as you can imagine. Do
not think poorly of Mason either. As you learned last night, the men
have different ways. Honorable ways that perhaps go against how we
were raised, the town, everyone, but honorable nonetheless. Perhaps
even more so. Do not worry over Mason's devotion, for he will tend to
only you."

I frowned. "This word, tended, is used often around here."

Ann shrugged. "That's because it's what our husbands do to us.
They tend to our needs. Theirs as well, but ours always come first.
Last night, my milk was overflowing and my men eased the discomfort,
regardless of whether dinner was ready or we had guests." She
smiled. "I've grown accustomed to orgasm when they drink from
me. They've trained me to respond this way because they want me to
feel pleasure from my body, from what they do to it."

It made sense. "Aren't you embarrassed?"

"At first I was, when we were just married. But I've learned
that everything they do to me is
for
me. I might not like it,
at least at first, but they know what is best, and they always
pleasure me."

I thought of how they'd filled my back entrance the night before. At
first, I resisted, questioned their every action. But they'd done it
for me, to make me feel good. I'd doubted, but they'd met their every
vow, every promise of pleasure. Ann's words hit their mark and only
eased my mind. It made me think that what Mason and Brody did with me
was...normal.

"Even in punishment. Or at least after," Emma added.

"Punishment?" I asked, wary. What did they mean punishment?

Both women nodded. "We are punished for indiscretions, but it's
for our safety, for our own good."

"They beat you? The teachers at school would smack our palms
with rulers."

Both women looked aghast. "They spank me," Emma replied.
"It isn't a pleasurable experience...at first, but something
about it always makes me wet."

It was my turn to look stunned.

"As I said, they always make us come...eventually." Ann
grinned.

I couldn't see how a spanking would bring about arousal, but I had to
cede to their expert judgment on it.

Emma lowered herself into a chair in the awkward way of expecting
women. "All this talk has me eager for my men."

"They'll be here for lunch and can tend to you then," Ann
replied, a sly smile forming on her lips. I recognized it as I'd had
a similar on my face after the men made me come.

"Perhaps Mason and Brody can tend to you over lunch as well."
Emma grinned, quite the matchmaker. She was striking with her dark
hair and pale eyes. Unfortunately, she didn't know I had no intention
of staying at Bridgewater and wasn't the one for Mason and Brody. I
was just a passing fancy, a woman they had a short dalliance with in
a snowstorm. If only I could come up with a way to leave, I'd let
them all return their unusual, yet idyllic, life.

MASON

With Laurel settled with the other women and the weather much
improved, we were able to see to tasks that had been set aside.
Horses to feed, stalls to muck, tack to mend. Even at the house, wood
boxes needed to be filled. We were eating a hasty, cold lunch when we
heard the horses. I looked across the table at Brody. His jaw
clenched.

We stood in unison, and grabbed our coats. Brody took the rifle from
above the door and we met the group of men on horseback. The sun was
at our back so they had to squint against the bright snow. There was
Sheriff Baker, Nolan Turner and three men I didn't know. The only man
with a gun was the sheriff, and his was sticking out the back of his
saddlebag.