Dominating Devney (Montana Maiden Series Book 3) Page 5

  And Mr. Bridger. Lord above, he was handsome and virile and so arousing. His voice was calm, yet demanding. He was dominant that I wanted desperately to please him. I had no choice but to obey. When he'd called in the sheriff and the doctor to watch me touch myself, in the most carnal and inappropriate of ways, I hadn't been embarrassed as I should have been because he'd told me this was what he wanted. He took the guilt, the shame away. His words absolved me of it being wrong which made it oh so right. Just the sight of them watching me made every touch of my fingers on that special spot, every dip inside of me even more incredible. I'd wanted them to watch me, wanted the men to see what I was doing. And then I'd exploded, like TNT on a mine, all fire and brightness.

  And then he took me. There was no other way to describe it. One minute I was slowly sinking upon his hardness - it was so big that I thought there was no chance it would fit - and the next I was face down upon the table and he'd thrust so deep we were one. My maidenhead was no more. I'd been very thoroughly compromised, and with two very official witnesses. When he pulled himself from my depths, I felt his seed dripping out. There was no question who I belonged to now.

  "Are you intending to breed her?" Doctor Graham asked.

  I glanced up at the men, my head still turned, my cheek pressed into the cool wood.

  "No. At least not now. I have a feeling Devney feels the same way." Mr. Bridger moved into my view, pressed his forearms on the table and leaned down so his face was close to mine. I hadn't noticed how dark the scruff of his beard was as it came in. "Baby, we need to decide now if you want me to breed you, or if you want a passel full of kids."

  I was too tired to think. "Kids?"

  "My seed's in your belly."

  Oh. Oh! "No." I pushed up onto my forearms, panicked. I reached one arm back and wiped at the thick seed that was dripping out of me. "No, please. I don't want children. Not after how my father treated me. The way Jack neglected Sarah--his own daughter."

  Mr. Bridger moved my fingers away from my pussy, then gave me a soft smile. "You'd be a terrific mother. But Doctor Graham's going to make sure we can take our time and decide." He pushed off the table. "There's your answer, Doc."

  "Fine." He went over to his cabinet and pulled out another glass jar, opened it and removed a small white object. Turning back around, he handed them to Mr. Bridger. "Here. Use this one."

  I pressed up off the table to rise.

  "No, baby. Stay right there." He moved directly behind me. "To keep my seed from taking root, we need to put this pill up inside you. It has special medicine that prevents it."

  His hand moved between my legs and he worked his seed around, then back to coat my--

  "Wait. No!" I pushed up, but he placed a hand on the small of my back, holding me in place. I felt the air move before I felt the stinging slap to my bottom. He'd spanked me! I jolted, not expecting it. The spot stung, but he hadn't done it hard, only to get my attention. My father had done much, much worse, even through layers of clothing. But Mr. Bridger's single spanking had my nipples tingling as they pressed into the hard surface. It was not an assault; it wasn't violent. It was a reminder, a way for me to refocus my attentions on him.

  "The pill needs to go in your ass, baby. If you resist, I'll spank your ass a pretty shade of pink. Ah, the one spot with my handprint is making me hard again. Do you want a spanking and then the pill or will you take the pill like a good girl?" As he spoke, I felt a finger circling my back passage, lightly rimming around, then slowly pushing harder.

  "I'll...oh!" I began to pant against the pressure I felt because of his finger. "I'll be a good girl."

  He circled, widened, pushed in. Oh!

  "Every day I will put the pill in."

  "Based on the amount of seed that's dripping out - and that's just from one fuck - you'll want to do it morning and night," Doctor Graham added.

  "But why...there?" I sucked in a breath as the tip of his finger gained entry. I pushed out with my muscles, trying to force it out, but it only let his slippery digit slide in further. "Oh...it's too big."

  "Nonsense," Mr. Bridger replied. "Besides having a pill in your ass, you'll be corked as well."

  I was trying to focus on his words, but was distracted by the jangly feelings his one finger moving in and out of my bottom elicited. "Corked?"

  His finger switched course, returning to the circular rubbing, working my opening wider and wider. I couldn't help but groan at the stretching, the burning.

  "A wife has her ass corked. That means I will put a cork, a round piece of wood, in you. Doc, show her one."

  My husband's fingers continued their motion as Doc placed a small piece of wood, round and smooth, in a similar shape to a spool for thread, upon the table. It wasn't large, but neither was Mr. Bridger's finger, and it was too much.

  "That keeps you remembering that you belong to me, always feeling like what I'm doing now with my finger. It also keeps the pill deep inside, keeps you slick so I can fuck your ass."

  I shifted my hips hoping to get free of the invasion, but all it did was push it in deeper. I moaned. Was this what it would feel like to have his cock there?

  "I think you're ready for the pill." He pulled his finger free and I slumped against the table. I only had a moment's reprieve when I felt something pressing against my...ass again, this time larger than his fingers.

  "Mr. Bridger, please, I don't think it's going to fit. There must be some mistake," I protested. It burned and the stretching. Oh! He pushed and pushed.

  "Just relax, baby. Take a deep breath. There's nothing you can do but submit. Take the pill. Open that ass for us. Think about the men's eyes upon you. They're watching your hole open up, wider and wider. They can see your pussy and how swollen it is from being fucked. They can see everything."

  His words were like a balm, somehow calming raw nerves. Why did I feel reassured knowing that there was nothing I could do, that the other men - men who were not my husband - were watching these unmentionable acts? I gave up the fight and sagged against the table, letting my husband do as he wished, even pushed out for him, knowing he could work the pill in. His words eased every bit of doubt, every bit of discomfort as I gave up and submitted.

  When he'd settled it deep within me, I panted in relief, my skin was damp with perspiration.

  "Such a good girl. I am very proud of you." His free hand roamed over my ass once again, brushing gently over the spot that still tingled from his single spanking, as if I was a skittish mare that needed to be soothed. I relaxed completely around the digit that rested in my ass. He didn't move it, just held it still.

  "See gentleman, her ass is so nice and tight," he said as he ran his palm over my bottom. "A gorgeous virgin ass."

  "You'll want to consider whether you want to stretch her or just fill her," Doc said.

  "I think a nice plug will be better than a cork. I like how she's nice and snug. I don't want to lose that. Maybe a middle length one, Doc, and not too much stretching." Mr. Bridger's hand stopped rubbing and pulled my bottom wide apart so I knew I was fully exposed.

  Doctor Graham returned and held up a long wooden object. "Like this?" he asked, looking to Mr. Bridger. It looked something like Mr. Bridger's cock, long and thick, but not nearly as big. It had a tapered bottom where it was very narrow, then flared out again at a base where the doctor held it.

  "That should do, yes. She should grow accustomed to being filled and this should be an excellent start. Coat it for me in ointment, will you?"

  I watched as the doctor liberally slathered the ointment onto the wooden shaft, then handed it to Mr. Bridger. Immediately, his finger slid out of me, and the hard tip of the object was pushing into my back passage.

  "If you intend to train her ass this way, I have various plug sizes, but I'll need to check her ass frequently to make sure it's working."

  Slowly the object was being pushed up and into me. I stared at a knot of wood on the table and concentrated on breathing. It was going in so much deep
er than Mr. Bridger's finger and it was nudging the pill so far within. "Mr. Bridger," I panted. "It's...oh--"

  All at once it narrowed and my body clenched down, squeezing tightly. Mr. Bridger shifted it a bit, but it wasn't going in any more. The ring of muscle that he'd been stretching wide now closed tightly and the discomfort was gone. Now, oh God. Now I felt so full. Like when Mr. Bridger had buried himself in my pussy, but now it was filling me in my bottom.

  "There. All done, baby. Let me help you up."

  I stood and Mr. Bridger held onto my arm, letting me adjust to being upright again. "The...thing in my bottom--"

  Mr. Bridger held up a finger. "The plug in your ass. Say it correctly, Devney."

  I felt my cheeks heat. "The plug in my ass--"

  "Good girl."

  "--is very uncomfortable."

  "Yes, I suppose it would be."

  "If you shift your hips back, you should find it better," Doctor Graham said.

  I did as he recommended, tilting my hips back, which only thrust my bottom - my ass - out. It somehow thrust my breasts forward as well. The posture was very obscene. "Everyone will wonder why I am standing so," I replied.

  Mr. Bridger shook his head, a lock of light hair falling over his forehead. "No, they won't wonder. Everyone will know."

  Everyone will know.

  "Shall we have that meal now?" Doctor Graham asked.

  I looked down at myself. My breasts thrust out, Mr. Bridger's seed tinged with my virgin blood coating my thighs, my pussy tingly, my ass full. "I need clothes."

  "No. You don't need clothes right now. You will need them when we leave. I will go to the mercantile and pick up some things. I was woefully unprepared for a wife." He smiled, brushed his knuckle over my cheek.

  "I have my dress."

  He shook his head, his face serious. "No. No dresses. I will be back shortly."

  Panic started to rise. I glanced between the men. He was leaving me? Here? Naked? "No! You can't leave me like this!" I ran my hand down my body. "You can’t leave me with these men."

  Mr. Bridger crinkled his brow. "Why not? They've seen everything you have to offer."

  "No. I can't," I begged. "Not alone."

  "You can and you will. I won't be long."

  I backed away, shaking my head. What had I gotten myself into? My heart pounded against my chest.

  Mr. Bridger pulled out one of the chairs and turned it around so the back faced me. "Bend over the chair, Devney."

  I held up my hands. "You're not going to beat me! Please don't beat me," I pleaded, panicked that he was like my father and would hurt me.

  "Stop," Mr. Bridger said, his voice loud and authoritative. "Who did that to you?"

  "My...my father."

  A tick pulsed at his temple.

  "Jenkins?"

  "No. He never touched me."

  He relaxed imperceptibly. "Let's be very clear about this, Devney. I will not beat you. No one is going to hurt you. Ever."

  "But you spanked me!" I yelled.

  Mr. Bridger folded his arms over his broad chest, calm and collected. "Yes, and did it hurt?"

  His question gave me pause. "Not...not really."

  "Exactly." He nodded. "You will be spanked, of that I have no doubt, but it is nothing...nothing... like what I can imagine your father did to you. Now take a deep breath. Good. Another. Good girl. Now lean over the chair. Obey."

  I looked at him, uncertain, but a little calmer. His vehemence led me to consider him truthful. Leaning forward, I bent my body over the chair, placing my hands on the hard seat.

  "Doc, the ties, please."

  "What?" I gasped, pushing off to stand back up. Ties?

  Mr. Bridger's hand went up and down my back in a soothing gesture, lowering me once again. "Baby, no one's going to hurt you." He repeated. "I promise. Now, Doc is going to tie your wrists to the chair so you stay still. I'm going to go to the mercantile and get you your clothes."

  Doc knelt down in front of me and carefully tied my wrists to the legs of the chair.

  "Why? Why do I have to be like this?"

  "Because you were panicking and you have to learn to submit. You will be alone with Doc and McKenzie. Yes, they will see your pussy and ass," Mr. Bridger continued. "They will see the plug peeking out. They will see my seed on your thighs. They will see your breasts hanging down. They will see everything because I allow it. Know that even though I'm not in the room, I possess your body. You are mine. I can display you for others any way I wish and you have no choice. So give in, Devney. Accept it. Feel pride that I want to show how beautiful my wife is. Feel pride in the way others are enjoying what you are offering."

  "Mr. Bridger--"

  He cut off any of my arguments as he continued to run his big hand up and down my back, softly, reverently. "You've been such a good girl, Devney, so I think you deserve a reward. Doc, I need a dildo to put in her pussy."

  So much was happening so fast. I couldn't keep pace with my husband. I was bent over a wooden chair, my hands tied so I couldn't move. The restraints were snug, but not tight. My ass was thrust high in the air so that I was on complete display. My feet were on the floor so I wasn't uncomfortable, just remarkably awkward. There was no way I could hide. There was nothing I could do. I could only give in and accept what Mr. Bridger wanted.

  "Here," Doctor Graham said, just before I felt something cool and hard sliding into my pussy. It was wide and--

  "Oh!" I cried out. It was so big, like Mr. Bridger's cock. I was so full, the plug in my ass made the space tight. I squirmed my hips, but couldn't move. "Oh my," I gasped, my inner muscles clenching down on the object filling me. Arousal coursed through me, the pleasure building each time I squeezed the dildo.

  "She came without her clit being touched when you fucked her," Doctor Graham commented. "Perhaps with nothing else to distract her, she can come again."

  Again? Feel the same indescribable pleasure once more? I didn't think it would be possible, but the way I was filled, the way my body tingled and my pussy throbbed, it might happen. I just needed to concentrate on that thing...that dildo in my pussy. If I clenched my ass--oh!

  Sam

  I watched as Devney's pussy and ass clenched down on the dildo and plug. Each time she did so a little sigh escaped her lips. I loved seeing her like this, bound and concentrating solely on coming. I glanced at Doc, who nodded his head. McKenzie just raised an eyebrow and left the room, heading to the kitchen.

  "I'll be back in a few minutes, baby. Doctor Graham will be right here to keep you safe." I glanced at my friend. "Let me know if she comes."

  I hastily went to the mercantile and with the help of Mrs. Carter, had several blouses, corsets and skirts folded and wrapped in twine for my new wife. I was gone less than fifteen minutes. When I returned, I placed the parcel on the table as I looked at Devney. Her back was coated in sweat. Her head hung down, her hair touching the floor. She was panting and murmuring to herself.

  "She hasn't come yet," Doc said. He sat in the other chair, legs stretched out in front of him, just watching, making sure she stayed safe.

  I squatted down by her head. "Oh, baby, do you want to come?"

  She turned her head to me, her face flushed from being upside down, her hair damp at her temples. Tears filled her eyes. "I can't!" she cried. "I want to, but I just...oh god. I don't know what to do."

  I wiped her hair back from her face. "I do. Oh, baby, you couldn't come because I wasn't here. Don't you see? You can't come without me. Your body knows I give it its pleasure. Now, I want you to clench down on that dildo. Think of it as my cock. So big, filling your tight pussy up so there's no space left."

  My voice was soft, all but whispering in her ear. She moaned as she did as I told. I could pull out the dildo and fuck her, but she wouldn't learn this lesson, that I dominated her in every way.

  "That's it. Now think about that plug in your ass. How that could be my cock shoved deep. Wouldn't that feel so good?"

  "
Yes!" she replied, her voice filled with frustration.

  "So come, Devney. I give you permission to come. You're allowed to find your pleasure being treated this way. Oh, look how tight your nipples are. Doc, is she pulling that plug into her ass?"

  "Yes, I can see her clenching down on it. Her body is so greedy. It likes to be filled."

  "So beautiful. I'm not letting you up until you come. You'll stay like this and have your pussy and ass stuffed when Doctor Graham's next patient arrives if you don't."

  "Oh, no! Mr. Bridger--"

  "It's the Ericksson brothers. They should be here any time," Doc replied.

  The Erickssons had their own spread east of town. They were younger than me by a year or two and were very successful horse breeders. Closer than most brothers, they shared everything, including a woman. Still bachelors, it would only be a matter of time before they found someone that could meet both their needs together. Whether they were actually coming to see Doc later or not, I had no idea, but it definitely helped Devney. She held her breath and I watched as her nipples furled even tighter.

  "You can come or you can have the Erickssons watch. Maybe you'd like that? Having them see you like this?"

  All at once she stiffened, her hips tilting across the seat back. Devney screamed, then began repeating, yes, yes, yes! She tried to move, but with her wrists secured, she could only shift up onto her toes as she rode through her pleasure. While she continued to languish in the aftermath of her orgasm, I untied her wrists, pulled her gently off the chair back and pulled her onto my lap as I sat down. Tucking her head beneath my chin, I let her breathing calm, her heart rate slow. Her skin was damp where I stroked her, and I could feel her wetness seeping through my pants beneath her. The scent of sex and her arousal permeated the air, thick like a humid July evening. She was the one panting and recovering from her pleasure. I was dominating Devney. Then why was she the one slumped and sated from her pleasure?

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Sam