Dominating Devney (Montana Maiden Series Book 3) Page 9

  We left the other couple behind and went to the stable; Sam had work to do. As for Jake, he and Catherine might be fucking for hours. The building was large, with a sliding door at the long end that opened into a large room. Down the center beyond that was a long aisle with stalls on either side. Windows made the space bright, and it smelled of fresh cut hay and the earthy scent of horses.

  Leaning his back against a near stall was a tall man, clearly the third Bridger brother. His arms were stretched out across the top of a stall's half door, his relaxed body in the shape of a T. At his feet knelt a woman, dressed in a simple skirt and the same revealing blouse as mine, although her breasts were incredibly large. Her nipples were engorged and long; now I could see what was wrong with mine. Her face right was at the level of his body with his...oh! She had his cock in her mouth. I didn't even know such a thing was possible.

  The man just gave a slight nod of his head in recognition of our presence and clearly was enjoying what was being done to him. When the woman realized she was being watched, she pulled away, her eyes wide and her cheeks heated in with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. The man's cock was as large as Mr. Bridger's, all slick with saliva from the woman's mouth and an angry plum color, right next to her swollen lips.

  "Don't stop, darlin'," the man said, his voice deep and rough.

  "But--"

  He didn't let her say more, just took hold of the back of her head and pulled her back onto his cock. It went in, and in, and in until it completely disappeared in her mouth.

  Sam steered me away from the couple, turning us back to the large room, although slurping sounds of the woman sucking the cock followed us.

  "That was my brother Cole, and his wife, Tessa. You heard that Tessa likes to suck cock and that's just what she was doing. When it's time for you to learn, she'll be very helpful. Here in the stable, we breed and train the horses." Clearly he wanted to switch topics off of what we just witnessed. "Since I work in here most of the day, this is where you will be as well."

  He smiled at me. I couldn't help smile back because it softened his face, and he looked pleased.

  "Let's go see what Doc finished for you." He stepped back and moved around the space, looking low on the wall. "Ah, there."

  I looked to where he pointed. The door to the tack room - at least it looked like it with all the leather and metal items hanging neatly from the walls - was open and low. On the doorframe was a ... oh dear! Glancing around, I figured out now what the men had been speaking of. It was a dildo that was attached to the doorframe. In fact, it actually stuck out into the doorway. Not far, but if someone wasn't careful, they could hit it with their leg.

  "That's ... that's for me?" Did he plan for me to do what I imagined? Here?

  "Absolutely. You're in heat, baby." We heard Tessa cry out her pleasure. "So's Tessa, and she comes when she sucks cock."

  I put my hand up to my chest and bumped one of the trainers, which had me gasping. "Me? I'm in heat like that?"

  "You came three times earlier."

  I looked away from him because I was ashamed. He was right. I had.

  "No, don't look away. Your pleasure is a beautiful thing to see, baby. And now? Do you want to come again? Are the trainers making your nipples all sensitive? Is that big plug in your ass making your pussy lonely? Are you dripping wet still? Look at the dildo, Devney. Look," he repeated when I refused.

  I glanced down at it.

  "You can use that anytime you wish. Think how it will feel to have your pussy filled."

  I felt my cheeks heat, my skin flush at the idea.

  "Oh, I can tell by looking at you that it's appealing. When you're in heat, you crave being filled. And that makes me happy."

  I looked up at him, surprised. "Really?"

  "Of course. It means your body knows you're mine. It's just your mind that needs to catch up." He swiped a finger gently down my cheek. "I've got to go check on a horse that's healing from a cut leg. You stay here and look around. If you want to use the dildo," he tilted his head toward it, "you may. You may come as many times as you wish, but you may not touch yourself when I'm not with you. Do you understand?"

  I could only nod and stare at the dildo as he walked off, his footsteps getting quieter. I heard a stall door slide open. I was left alone in the cool stable, alone with a dildo. I knelt down on the floor to look at it closely, to run my fingers over it. It was smooth and cool to the touch, about eighteen inches off the ground. A horse blanket was folded neatly just outside the door.

  I had to try it. Sam was right; my pussy was empty. With the constant pulling on my nipples and my ass full, my pussy was lonely, just as he'd said. I was certainly wet enough to have it fill me. Moving the blanket, I positioned it so I knelt upon it so I was sideways within the doorframe, my bottom facing the dildo. I grabbed my skirts and worked them up over my hips, then looked over my shoulder.

  There it was. It wasn't overly large like Mr. Bridger's cock, but it was hard and would fill me up. It was at just the right height so that as I knelt, it would go straight into me. My pussy ached just thinking about it. I shimmied back, adjusting myself until I felt it press against my heated flesh, my legs straddling the doorframe. Slowly, very slowly I worked myself back onto the dildo so that it sank deep. My bottom pressed against the cool wood of the doorway.

  I closed my eyes, arched my back to sink a tiny bit deeper, and moaned. Oh, it felt so good. I clenched down on it, adjusting to it. Rocking myself forward and back, I started to slowly fuck myself. I was so wet that my body emitted slippery sounds as it moved. I moved my hips and followed my pleasure, trying to reach it, but it was like a butterfly in a field, floating this way and that, just out of reach. I started to fuck myself faster, harder, trying to get the dildo in deeper, but it wasn't long enough. It didn't hit all the perfect spots that Mr. Bridger's cock seemed to find.

  I needed more. I needed something to push me off that pinnacle of pleasure. I needed ... my fingers. Oh yes, I could just strum my clit and I would come so hard. Lowering myself to one forearm, I reached between my legs and touched myself, all the while riding the cock.

  Yes! I was close, so--

  "Devney!" Sam shouted.

  My hand froze and I whipped my head around to look at Sam. "Sam! Oh, God!” I knew I was caught, but I was so close to my release I didn't care. With him were two men, Cole and another I'd never seen before.

  "Mr. Bridger," he replied, his voice dark and grim. "I think it's best if you solely call me that for awhile."

  I felt shame heat my cheeks.

  "Stand up."

  I carefully worked myself off the dildo and stood, brushing my skirt back down. I glanced down at the floor, but clenched my pussy. I felt empty now.

  "This is my disobedient wife, Devney. She is not allowed to touch her clit without me present. I just told her that and clearly she's forgotten. Devney, this is my brother, Cole, and my cousin, Grant."

  I glanced up through my lashes at the other men and whispered a hello.

  "On the table in the tack room, you will find a coil of thin rope. Get it, please." I turned into the room, thrilled to be taking a moment out of his presence.

  I returned to stand in front of him, held up the rope. He took it from me, measured off a short section, cut it from a knife he pulled from his pocket. Cut a second one of similar length. He handed the remainder of the coil to his brother.

  "Hands, Devney."

  I didn't know what he intended; the ropes weren't thick, nor very long. He'd vowed not to hurt me, so I trusted that the punishment he was meting would not be painful. I took a deep breath and held them out.

  "You are clearly in heat and your mind can only think about coming. I'm sure the need to come was quite strong for you to disobey me. Therefore, you need help in keeping your hands off your pussy." He tied a string around each wrist, knotting it so that it was snug, but not tight. I might be able to work the rope free if I tried, but I doubted that would serve me well. Taking
the end of one string, he brought it up and threaded it through one of the bars of the nipple trainer. Carefully, he tied a knot there. There was some slack in the rope; I could move my arms freely across my body, up to my face, even to reach my back or shoulder. But there was no way I could lower my hand below my waist without tugging on my already stretched nipple. He did the other, then stepped back.

  "There. That should take care of the problem. You may now go back to riding the dildo. I can see from here you were enjoying it, the dildo and the doorframe around it are coated in your juices."

  Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that he was correct. My face heated and I glanced at the men, mortified.

  "You're starting early on the nipple training, aren't you?" Grant asked.

  Mr. Bridger pointed his chin toward the doorway. "Go Devney. I want to watch." He gave me a pointed look so I remained silent and obeyed. He hadn't punished me. He hadn't raised his voice or barely touched me when I disobeyed. He'd corrected me. "It will please me to see you work yourself until you come."

  I nodded balefully and went back to kneel as I had before. He wanted to see me come? He wanted me to pleasure myself still, even after I'd disobeyed? I lifted my skirt up once again, got back into position.

  "Sorry, Grant." Mr. Bridger replied. "To answer your question, she has very flat nipples. They need to be stretched right away. I didn't want to wait at all."

  Grant moved to lean against a wall, crossing one leg over the other as he watched me push myself onto the dildo. I was sure he could see it spreading my lips apart. "Then you're being smart. It's important for nipples to be large. Maura can give Devney some advice when they meet."

  "Much obliged," he replied.

  I began to slowly rock back and forth, careful to place my hands near enough to my nipples so I wouldn't overextend the rope. With my hands directly beneath my shoulders, there was plenty of slack, but I knew if I tried to reach back to my pussy, it would really hurt. So I closed my eyes and focused on being filled. The plug in my ass was so large, and with the dildo buried in me, the two together felt so good.

  "You're going with a plug instead of a cork for her?" Cole asked. I recognized his deep voice from earlier.

  In. Out. Roll the hips.

  "She has a gorgeous, virgin ass. I want it to be nice and tight when I fuck her there. Not just the first time, but every time. That doesn't mean she can't be filled, so she's got a nice big one in there."

  I started to become a little restless; I wasn't getting any closer to coming. It was as if I'd hit a plateau and couldn't go any higher. My hand reached back and I felt the tug on my nipple and I moaned, not only by the reminder, but because of frustration.

  "The rope is simple, but very effective," Grant said.

  Ooh! I wanted to yell at the man for being so patronizing, but I knew I shouldn't be so angry. It wasn't him; it was the fact that I couldn't come! The dildo was too small. It didn't go in deep enough and it wasn't wide enough to stretch me and rub against all the special places Mr. Bridger seemed to find. It was so warm in the stable. The air thick and my skin beaded with perspiration. My legs were becoming tired. I pushed back all the way, my bottom resting against the doorframe. I stopped and turned pleading eyes on Mr. Bridger.

  "What's the matter, baby?"

  "It's too small," I replied, my words laden with frustration.

  "Too small?"

  "I can't ... come." I started crying. My need, my angst at not reaching completion ebbed out in tears.

  Mr. Bridger came over to me and knelt down beside me. He brushed my tangled hair back from my face. "Do you need my cock, baby?"

  I nodded against his warm palm.

  "All right. Work yourself off the dildo," he crooned. I did what he said and he helped me up. My skirt fell back to the ground. "This won't do. The skirt's going to be in the way." He worked the buttons free at my waist and let the skirt drop to the floor.

  "Now, come over here to the pen and hold on to the top rail."

  There was a small enclosure with a half fence surrounding it. Straw was on the floor and it appeared to be used to isolate a horse or perhaps for foaling. I grabbed hold of the wood that came a little above waist height. Fortunately, this height allowed for plenty of slack in the rope.

  Mr. Bridger moved right up behind me and I could feel his hard cock through his pants on my bare bottom. "Lift your leg, baby, and place it on the bottom rail. Good. Now move your foot wider. Even wider. Good. Just like that."

  "Before you get your fucking, you get your spanking. Ten this time. Gentleman, I need to take care of my wife, then I'll be able to get back to work."

  I didn't have a moment to think. He spanked me in rapid succession, but his palm made contact with a different spot on my bottom each time, lighting up my entire backside with the burning slaps. I cried out, then began to sob as his palm hit harder on the last two. I wiped my eyes and took a deep breath once finished, then glanced over my shoulder. He undid his pants, his cock springing free. Oh yes, that's what I needed. Even with a fiery backside, I wanted his cock.

  Grabbing my hips in a tight grasp, he pulled me back a little, lined himself up and thrust deep. With my leg up, I was spread open for him and his penetration was swift. The material of his pants felt rough against my tender skin, but instead of hurting, it only heightened the pleasurable sensations I was feeling.

  I sobbed as the pleasure of being filled mingled with the burning of my spanked flesh. It was as if I needed his cock, and just his cock because I came immediately, crying out with a pleasure so intense I slumped against the rail. It was as if that was the sole thing I'd been missing. How thick he was, how long he was, how he could move his hips to work me just the way I needed. He controlled my orgasms. I had no doubt in my mind now that they belonged to him.

  Sam

  Once I finished fucking Devney, I opened a clean horse blanket and let her rest upon it. I then went back to tend to the injured horse with Cole and Grant. My wife fell asleep wearing only her blouse and corset, practically naked. She was swollen, her lips spread wide to reveal a well used pussy with my seed and her juices seeping out. The large brown end of the plug was easily visible between her very red ass cheeks. And her nipples - I was hard again just thinking about seeing them taut and entrapped in the trainers. I'd have to take them off soon, as she would be quite sore. She'd hesitate at having them put on again, but in the interim, I'd let her rub ointment into them. It would create a very mild cycle of arousal where she would want to play with them, then put them back in the trainers as she'd begin to crave the stretch. I didn't want her desire to be created from the pill or ointment. I just wanted to give it a little boost, or otherwise she'd fight me and the trainers. Ultimately, her nipples would elongate quite nicely. It would take a long, long time, but I was patient and I had no doubt we'd both enjoy the transformation.

  "She's incredible, Sam." Grant slapped me on the back and went over to hold the horse's bridle. Cole was crouched down by the animal's back leg and I joined him, checking on a healing gash.

  "That she is."

  "I thought you were a confirmed bachelor," Cole added, giving him a big grin.

  "I thought so too, but when I saw her the first time, holding a loaded rifle on her front porch, I knew she was mine." I couldn't help but grin at the image. "Where's your contented wife?" I asked.

  "With Maura. Tessa sucks my cock before every meal, so since I missed the one at midday, she came to the stable to tend to me beforehand."

  "She's clearly in heat," Grant replied, keeping his voice low as not to wake her. "Both your wives, but I was referring to Devney."

  "Yes, and she's responding quite well with only one pill a day. She can come without touching her clit. She could right from the start. And I'm going to keep it that way."

  "Your method of correction was quite inventive," Cole replied.

  "I assume you're referring to the string and not the spanking."

  The man shook his head and chuckled.
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  "It was, wasn't it?" I ran my hand down the horse's flank. "She's submitting well. I'm surprised at how fast I've been able to dominate her."

  Satisfied the horse was healing well, we left the stall and I shut the half door behind us. "I've been married for over a decade and you'll always be working on her submission,” Grant said. “It changes, but doesn't stop."

  "That's the enjoyment of it," Cole said, clearly satisfied with Tessa. "For both of us."

  I thought for a moment. One joy of being married was having an obedient wife, but Devney often questioned my decisions. She was clearly an exhibitionist, not bothered by being seen being exposed or fucked, but she fought against it's appropriateness. Her mind and body were in a battle, and ultimately, her body would win. I just had to show her that her desires were not wrong, and that she should be proud of her body and the reaction she had to me and what I did to her. I'd push her continuously to discover this.

  "What's ironic is that even though she's the one doing the submitting, she has all the power."

  My time was now focused on her - her needs, her desires, her submission. How she reacted in the near term dictated how I would work with her in the future. It was all about Devney. I realized I was just as crazy as my brothers.

  Grant chuckled and gave me a good whack on the back. "Welcome to marriage, cousin."

  Cole grinned. "Tessa's the one on her knees, but I'm the one who's tied in knots."

  I glanced down the long central corridor to where Devney lay asleep. Her pale skin glowed from the light coming through a nearby window. I wanted to go track down her father and string him up by his balls for hurting her as he had. If Jenkins wasn't dead, I'd kill him all over again for neglecting her. I just wanted to protect her, cherish her, let her see how passionate she could be, let her see how perfect she was.

  Shaking my head at the sappy direction of my thoughts, I turned to the men and grinned. "Go home and fuck your wives."

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