Dominating Devney (Montana Maiden Series Book 3) Page 6

Two hours later, I pulled the blanket from around Devney's shoulders. Once she'd recovered from her orgasm, I'd removed the dildo from her pussy and bundled her up in one of Doc's blankets and taken her home, foregoing the new clothes. She'd protested being covered solely in a blanket, but she had yet to see her new blouses with the front open to expose her breasts. I'd mentioned it, but she had been well distracted and most likely didn't remember.

  Dressing her would have taken time. Explaining the blouse and perhaps dealing with any consequences for not wishing to wear it would have changed the dynamic of the evening. I didn't want to punish her on our wedding night for disobedience, and I was more than eager to get her home to fuck her again. Knowing my seed still coated her thighs only made the ride with her in my lap even more uncomfortable.

  Having Doc and McKenzie watch her first fucking did not bother me. We'd seen each other with a woman before; it was nothing new. But I'd done it to test Devney, to learn what made her hot. I imagined she would enjoy it; however if I'd been wrong, the men would have been long gone. Either way, it didn't mean I wanted to share her with either man. She was mine.

  We were in my – our – bedroom. The late summer sun setting, bathing the room in gold. She stood naked before me, beside the large bed that we would now be sharing.

  "Let's get you all shaved and cleaned up," I told her, going to the basin to wet a cloth and to retrieve my shaving cup, brush and razor.

  She glanced down her body. "Really? I don't see why."

  "Exactly. I can't see your pussy like that. Besides, my seed's all dried in and it can't be comfortable."

  "The thing in my bottom--"

  "Ass. The thing in your ass," I corrected.

  "Ass. It isn't comfortable." She shifted her hips from just thinking about it.

  "If it's too comfortable, you won't remember it's there."

  "Why is it there again?"

  I tilted my chin toward the bed. "Lie down so your feet are on the floor."

  She complied carefully as not to push the plug in. Her pale skin looked golden in the waning sunlight, her skin lush and soft next to the dark quilt.

  "Now lift your feet onto the edge of the bed. Good girl."

  I took the wooden chair that was in the corner of the room and placed it directly in front of her as she lay sideways on the bed.

  "Grab your knees and tuck them up to your chest. Good. Spread them wide. Wider. Yes, like that. Now hold them there while I shave your pussy."

  Before she could debate the merits of a shaved pussy, I quickly applied a thick lather of soap to the area and began baring her, one stroke at a time. I couldn't help but admire her large pussy lips, bright pink and a little swollen from her first fucking. I hadn't been very gentle. The wooden flange on the plug in her ass looked exceptionally good. Just knowing how deep it filled her made my cock press against the placket of my pants even more uncomfortably.

  "To answer your question about why you have your ass filled, the reason is because you will always remember that you belong to me. It is a constant reminder that your body is mine. I will do things to it that please me, like having your ass full with a plug. Remember, I will always please you, too. You've found this to be true, haven't you, baby?"

  "Oh yes, but I won't forget," she replied, holding very still for me.

  "I know you won't. Let me know if you require the plug to be removed. Otherwise, you will be filled. Always."

  She remained quiet for the remainder of the time it took to shave her bare. I wiped the cool cloth over her now naked pussy. "That is a beautiful sight, baby. I can see everything now. You may put your legs down."

  I returned the items to the shelf.

  "Have you ever seen a man unclothed?"

  She shook her head.

  "That's about to change." I stripped quickly, my cock eager to be free of the confines of my pants.

  Her eyes widened when she saw me naked. My cock stood erect, the head bobbing close to my navel. I took it in hand and stroked it from base to tip as I spoke. It wouldn't take much to come knowing how tight her pussy was, how hot and slick it was. How it clenched down, all but milking the cum from me.

  "Are you sore?" I asked, looking down at her bare pussy.

  "Not too much," she replied softly, her eyes focused on my pumping hand.

  "Lie back as you were, knees tucked up and spread wide. Good girl."

  The bed creaked as my knee pressed down. "Let's see if you're all wet and ready." Carefully, I slid the tips of my fingers through her newly exposed folds, her skin there soft and smooth. She could not shift her hips the way she held her knees, but her head tilted back and her eyes fell shut. I dipped one finger, then two, into her sopping hole. There was no question she was ready. It might be from the pill in her ass, but I believed that she was well and truly aroused. It might be my seed that made her so slick. I didn't care. I was going to fuck her and she would be able to take me easily. She might not need a pill for long, other than to keep my seed from taking root.

  Leaning forward, I placed one forearm by her head and touched her breasts, learned their shape, their weight, their responsiveness. I cupped each one, rubbing my thumb over her flat tip until it tightened. Nudging the head of my cock at her opening, I sucked a turgid tip into my mouth. And when I bit down gently, I thrust my cock in all the way in one smooth lunge.

  Devney cried out as I set a fierce pace, using her to seek my own pleasure. I worked one nipple, then the other, nipping a little harder each time with my teeth. The last time bordered close to painful and I felt her pussy muscles clench down on my cock. This involuntary action set my cum to boiling and I shot load after load deep inside her. It had been a fast come, the way Devney had kept me on edge.

  She hadn't come yet, which was fine because my cock remained hard. I didn't even need to catch my breath and I was ready for more. She was thoroughly drenched now, my seed seeping out around my cock with each in and out motion. Slowly, very slowly I thrust. With that first come taken care of, I could go at her now for much longer and focus on her.

  With her fingers white about her knees, her legs were tucked up wide by her sides and this position lifted her ass up off the bed. I reached beneath my cock and worked the plug in her ass, gently pushing and pulling on it, opposing motions to my cock. Pulling back enough, her ass stretched so the plug would pull out. I didn't remove it all the way, just enough so that I could fuck her with it. In and out, in a contretemps to my cock.

  Her head thrashed, her nipples like diamonds, her mouth open but no sound escaped. Her orgasm hit her hard, her pussy all but strangling my cock as she did so. This, of course, pushed me into my second orgasm, my seed filling her even more. The pill Doc had given me to keep from breeding Devney was truly a requirement now.

  "You may let go now, baby," I said, my voice rough and deep.

  Her fingers released their tight grip and her legs fell to the bed, her knees splayed wide. She hadn't opened her eyes. Her chest heaved, her nipples turning soft once again.

  I pulled free and watched the copious amounts of seed seep out. She didn't move. Looking at her closely, I realized she was asleep. I couldn't help but smile. Naked, legs spread, pussy lips swollen and opened wide by my cock, hair all tangled. She was a beautiful mess.

  Shifting her so she rested on a pillow, I climbed in next to her and pulled the quilt over us both. Having a wife was certainly not going to be the hardship I had expected. To the contrary, in fact.

  Devney

  I woke up disoriented and confused. I didn't know where I was. Something was wrong. I was in a bed, but it was dark and completely quiet except for the sound of the summer breeze. Both were normal, but the room smelled different, the bed felt different. I felt different.

  Soft breathing came from beside me and, everything that had happened the day before quickly returned. I was married to Mr. Bridger. I was in his bed. And I'd awoken because my skin was hot and sensitive against the soft sheets. My nipples were tight. My pussy throbbed. My th
ighs were slippery wet, but it wasn't from the ointment Mr. Bridger had applied the night before. I clenched down on the plug in my ass, the action sending tremors through my body and I moaned and turned my face into the pillow to stifle it.

  Mr. Bridger sat up. I could barely see him, but knew he was looking down at me. "What's wrong, baby?"

  He ran a hand up my arm and I felt goose bumps rise. "There's...there's something wrong with me."

  "Are you sick?" he asked, his voice worried. I heard the light of a match, then the room filled with a soft light from the flicker of the bedside lamp.

  I thrashed beneath the sheets. "Not the way you mean. I...I need--"

  "Ah, you're not sick, you're in heat." He pulled the sheet down from my body and looked his fill, his dark eyes intent upon my breasts, then lower to my shaved pussy. "Look at you. So beautiful."

  "I'm in...what?" I arched my back off the bed as I tried to rub my thighs together.

  "In heat. It's what happens to a woman after she marries. It's your body saying you belong to me. You need me to fuck you. You'd like that, wouldn't you, baby?"

  I opened my eyes slowly and looked up into my husband's face. His jaw was covered in dark stubble a shade or two darker than the tousled mop on his head. His shoulders were so broad. The dark hair sprinkled across his belly tapered into a thin line that worked its way down to his cock, which was very awake. Was it always so huge? If he hadn't fucked me earlier, I would have questioned whether it would fit. The head was mushroom shaped and an angry red color, fluid oozing from the tip.

  I couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight and felt a new flood of juices seep from me. I craved his cock. "Oh yes, please, Mr. Bridger."

  "My name is Sam and you can call me that, although I do like the sound of you saying ‘Mr. Bridger’ as I fuck you."

  The feelings were intolerable. I knew the only way for them to subside was to come, just as Mr. Bridger had taught me. I had the plug in my ass, but that wasn't enough. I needed him in my pussy. I turned and positioned myself just as I'd been earlier when he'd fucked me, my hands holding my knees apart and back. Yes, I was exposing myself, offering myself. I didn't care. He'd shown me he liked me this way, made it safe and acceptable for me to open myself thusly. "Please, Mr. Bridger. I need you to...to fuck me."

  "Such a good girl, presenting yourself to me." His dark gaze narrowed as I showed him my most intimate of places. "Oh, you're so wet," he murmured, running a finger through the wetness coating my thighs.

  "Is that...is that normal?" I asked.

  "Baby, you're always going to be wet for me now. Everyone's going to know because there's going to be a big damp spot on the back of all your skirts."

  I wanted to feel embarrassed, but I didn't care at the moment. That was a problem for later. Now, now I just needed to come.

  "Roll over, baby, onto your belly, knees tucked under."

  I gave him a questioning look, but didn't argue. My nipples tightened at the feel of the sheet as they pressed into the mattress.

  "Knees wider. Yes, just like that. I'm going to fuck you, but I don't think you're quite ready."

  I glanced back at him over my shoulder. Had he lost his mind? If he didn't fill me up I was going to scream. "I'm ready. Please, I'm ready."

  He shook his head. "You don't decide that, Devney. Would you rather wait until morning?"

  My eyes widened. "What? No."

  "Then do as I say. If you please me, then I will pleasure you. I promise."

  I could only nod.

  "Good girl. Now grab hold of the plug in your ass and pull it out some. I want to watch you fuck your ass first."

  "Oh, I can't, Mr. Bridger." It was one thing to have him do it, while he was fucking me, but having me do it to myself while he just watched?

  He shrugged nonchalantly. "That's fine. We can wait until morning."

  "No!" I reached behind me and found the hard, wide end of the plug. I tugged on it, feeling my ring of muscle stretch and burn as I opened up for the wooden object. I gasped as I stretched to the girth of the plug.

  "Good girl. Now fuck your ass with it."

  I pressed my face into the cool mattress as I lifted my hips to reach better. Slowly, I pushed the plug in, then out, rubbing that tight ring in both directions. I could feel my pussy clamp down on nothing as it craved Mr. Bridger's cock. I worked the plug harder. It didn't exactly hurt, but it was uncomfortable, yet there was some kind of intense feelings that were building from the rubbing. There. These sensations made me fuck my ass faster. It was different than Mr. Bridger's cock in my pussy, the feelings sharper. Regardless, it was working. The need that woke me up grew, built and took me toward my release. If I worked my ass enough, I might...might be able to come. I started to pant; fucking my ass was hard work.

  "Enough," Mr. Bridger growled. "Push it back in all the way."

  I didn't hesitate to do so and Mr. Bridger's hand nudged mine out of the way. He moved above me; I could feel the hair on his chest tickling my back, could feel his breath on my nape, could smell his clean, virile scent surrounding us. His cock nudged at the entrance to my pussy and I shifted my hips back, pushing the head in just just enough to stretch the opening and tease me.

  "So greedy, baby," he murmured against my ear as he thrust deep. Hard.

  I screamed and came. Right then. There was no preamble, no working myself up. I'd done that while I'd been asleep, then while I fucked my own ass with a plug. Just having Mr. Bridger's big cock stuffing me full sent me hurtling over this precipice. Sheer heaven.

  I reveled in my release as Mr. Bridger fucked me as if he were a stallion mounting a mare. I could do nothing but take it. Take everything he gave me. Which was pleasure. He came with a loud groan, his cock thrust deep as I felt him pulse within. As I fell asleep folded just as he'd placed me, I realized he'd been right. When I pleased him, he gave me such pleasure as I hadn't even known before.

  ***

  I awoke to the sound of horses - hooves against the ground and the snorting and blowing. Directly thereafter, the sound of voices drifted down the hall, presumably from the large main room. Sitting up, I felt the plug press into my ass so I quickly shifted up onto my knees, crawled to the edge of the bed, then stood. Hearing Mr. Bridger--Sam--in conversation with someone had me searching for something to cover myself. I had no clothes; Sam had purchased some items at the mercantile, but I didn't see them. This didn't surprise me. Two days ago I'd been on the ranch with Sarah, ready to live quietly and alone. Now, I was married to a man I barely knew, had done all kinds of carnal and wanton things, things I didn't even know were possible. They'd been unimaginable. Until now.

  This wasn't what was so troublesome. I glanced down my body to see Sam's dried seed on my thighs, my pussy bare and completely smooth. I had a plug in my ass that was a constant distraction. My body elicited a gamut of new feelings: heat, desire, arousal, pleasure, frustration, need. There was something clearly wrong with me. I'd woken up in the middle of the night, my body frantic for release. And to get it, I'd done what Sam had said and fucked my own ass with a plug! I'd been so desperate for it that I hadn't fought his commands. Even now, only hours later, I could feel how wet my pussy was. Why was it doing that? It never had before. Surely, this was not normal. The constant craving for what only Sam could give me had to be extremely abnormal.

  I watched as my nipples tightened at the direction of my thoughts. I squeezed my thighs together in the off chance it would help with the ache that was quickly building again. Why was it so warm? I felt a sheen of sweat coat my brow. Perhaps I could touch myself as I had yesterday, rub myself just as Sam had to make me come. It would feel so good and I could do it quietly and he'd never know. He'd recognized I'd touched myself yesterday when he saw I was red and swollen, but now, my pussy was already in that condition. My pleasure could be disguised. Hidden.

  Listening carefully, I could only hear a murmur of voices, which meant Sam was occupied elsewhere. Furtively, I glanced at the closed door
, then tossed the blanket back onto the bed and quickly laid back down. I spread my legs like I had on the doctor's table and put my hand to my pussy. It was slippery and hot to the touch. Quickly, I found the swollen nub that was the source of my pleasure and began to rub it, back and forth, then found a light circular motion that felt so good. I lifted my hips and I reached my other hand between my thighs so I could slip one, then two fingers deep within my pussy.

  I was so lost in the pleasure of my fingers that I didn't hear the door open. "Such a pretty sight," Sam said from the doorway.

  My eyes flew open and my hands jerked away from my body. Sam came over and sat on the side of the bed. "Do you need to come, baby?" he asked, his gaze raking over by spread legs.

  I could only nod as I felt like a small child caught with a hand in a cookie jar.

  "Your orgasms are mine, Devney." He lifted one of my hands and licked the sticky wetness from my fingers. "So sweet. If you want to come, you must find me. Doing it like this, being sneaky about it, calls for correction."

  I yanked my hand out of his hold and sat up. "Correction?"

  He stood, helped me to my feet. "Come. Since you don't know what my expectations are, I will show you. But first, my brother and his wife are here and I want you to meet them."

  Leading me to the door, he meant for me to remain unclothed. "Sam, I'm...I'm undressed."

  He looked me over. "Yes, and your clothes are on the table in the other room." I had no choice but to follow him out to the main room, the wood floor cool beneath my bare feet.

  "Jake and Catherine, this is my wife, Devney."

  I froze in place, using my hands to cover myself. Mortified, I moved to stand behind Sam. "No, I can't meet them like this! I need my clothes. They can see everything."

  Sam took my hand and led me over to the dining table. He pointed at the hard surface. "Bend over."

  I looked at him, confused. "Why?"

  I glanced furtively at the other couple, who were watching me closely.

  The resemblance between the men was strong. They were both tall and commanding, their shoulders broad, their legs long. Jake's hair was several shades darker. Catherine was also dark-haired, with striking features. She could have been missing an eye for all I knew as I could only stare at her breasts, which were completely exposed even though she wore a white blouse. They were large and lifted so that they were large globes, thrusting out from her body with dusky pink, very erect nipples. Mine were not nearly as...prominent. She was very well endowed, but perhaps the way she stood with her hips shifted back so far, it made her back arch, thus the forward thrust of her breasts. I recognized that hip tilt; my hips were shifted slightly forward to accommodate the plug in my ass, but not as severely as Catherine. When Sam had said I would have my breasts exposed at all times, was this what he meant?