Their Treasured Bride (8 page)

"Ye are under a misconception that what we do with yer body is
perverted," I said, crossing my own arms over my own chest.
Connor moved to stand beside me and she had to look up from her perch
on the table to look at us. "Ye are also under the misconception
that what we do with yer body is nae honorable. We wed ye,
sweetheart. Both of us. We pledged our lives, our wealth, our bodies,
everything to ye. If we were nae honorable, we would do all of this
and leave you at the brothel in town."

Her mouth fell open at my untarnished words.

"Tis our job to change yer views, to make ye understand that
what we do together is good and pure and true." Connor took a
step closer. "Ye may not like us for it now, but tis for yer own
good."

Instead of trying to climb off the table, she scooted backwards,
perhaps to get away from us over the far end. Perhaps it was the tone
of our voices or the way we stood tall and blocked out the rest of
the world from view, but she knew we were serious.

Connor stepped back, spun on his heel and went to retrieve the
shaving supplies.

"First thing we are going to do is shave that pretty pussy."
I grabbed one of her ankles, preventing her from escaping, then
pulled the chair close to the table and sat down. Grabbing her other
leg, I pulled her toward the edge as she gasped in surprise, pushed
her feet wide apart so that her pussy was open and exposed directly
before me.

She came up onto her elbows to look at me. "What are you doing?"
she whispered, glancing around, thinking we'd expose her like this
when others were about.

"As I said, shaving yer pussy." I ran my fingers over the
silky dark hair that covered her mound and hid her pretty pink lips.
Dried seed clung to it and my cock pulsed against my pants knowing it
belonged to Connor and me.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because we want to see all yer pretty pink flesh," I
replied. "Because ye belong to us. Yer pussy belongs to us.
Because ye need to accustom yerself to showing us yer pussy whenever
we wish."

"Give me time and I'll become used to the idea," she
countered.

I shook my head. "Nay, we dinna want ye to be
used
to the
idea, we want you to
want
to show us yer pussy. We want ye to
want
to bend over the table and lift yer dress so we can fuck
ye. In the stable, we
want
ye to lead us into a stall, lay
back in the fresh hay and open yer legs wide so we can put our face
between yer legs."

"Why...why would you want to do that?" she asked, her brow
furrowed.

Connor turned back, razor, brush and soap cup in hand. "Did ye
like how it felt when ye came, lass?"

She couldna lie, for she'd screamed her pleasure
three
times.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Ye are going to want our cocks. Ye are going to want to be
fucked and ye are going to beg for it." Connor tilted his head
toward her. "Yer pussy's wet, lass, I can see it from here. As
we said before, yer mind may not like it, but yer body likes the way
we take control."

She licked her lips. "I've only met you this morning. What's the
rush?"

"There is nay rush. Yer pussy's dripping, sweetheart," I
said. "Yer pussy doesna need time, only our attentions, and
quite a bit of it."

Connor handed me the shaving items.

"Lay back, sweetheart and dinna move. If ye are a good girl,
we'll give ye a treat after."

Her eyes narrowed. "I do not need a treat like I am a little
girl."

Connor crossed his arms. "I promise ye, the treat is definitely
nae for a
little
girl. It is for a
good
girl."

Pursing her lips, she eyed us both, then laid back.

Connor grabbed her about the waist and pulled her closer to the edge
of the table, her feet wide and her toes curled around the edge.

"Ye want to be distracted?" Connor asked, leaning over the
table and placing a hand beside her head. "I'll distract ye."

As Connor began to kiss Rebecca and use his free hand to play with
her nipples, I said, "Dinna move, sweetheart."

I brushed thick bubbles of soap onto her mound and pussy, then
quickly and methodically worked to shave her bare, all the while she
lay as still as she could with Connor working her nipples. When done,
I stood and retrieved a damp cloth. I wiped at her now smooth, pink
skin, removing any traces of soap.

Connor lifted his head and pushed off the table to stand beside me
and see her bare flesh.

Running my finger over the now smooth skin, I said, "Doesn't
that feel better? Ye are going to feel so much more from now on.
That's only my finger." I leaned forward and ran my tongue over
the spot where my finger caressed. So smooth, so soft. "That is
my tongue."

Her hips shifted and she cried out.

"Yer treat, lass, is coming by Dash's mouth on ye."

I looked up at her from between her spread thighs and past her
upturned nipples. She lifted back up on her elbows, but instead of
being feisty and contrary, she was flushed and her eyes were blurry
with passion. "His mouth?"

Her eyes were on Connor, so I lowered my head and flicked my tongue
over her clit, now clearly visible along with the rest of her very
pink, very plush pussy.

"Ye can watch if ye want. Tell him what ye like," Connor
added. He turned away to put the shaving supplies away and Rebecca's
eyes met mine. As I flicked her clit, parted her folds with my
thumbs, I watched her. Her dark eyes widened in surprised, then the
lids slid closed. I took the time to learn her every curve, every
soft fold, every slick inch of her. Turning my hand, I hooked two
fingertips into her entrance and slipped them inside, fucking her
slowly yet in time with my flat licks across her clit. I felt our
seed deep inside her, making her channel slick.

Her breathing changed, became erratic and deep, her muscles in her
thighs quivered. Her entire body tensed as I worked her. Her head
thrashed on the table.

"I can't," she cried. "I can't. This isn't right. I
shouldn't—"

"Stop," Connor said, his voice like a whip cracking in the
room.

Rebecca cut off her words and I pulled my fingers and mouth free.
Using the back of my hand, I wiped her essence from my mouth.

"Do ye want to come, Rebecca?" Connor used her name, nae
lass, therefore I knew he was serious.

"Yes, yes I do, but not like this." Her voice was breathy
and needy and frustrated. "Not with your...your mouth on me."

"Ye didna like it?" I asked.

I knew she did. I tasted her desire, licked it from her body.

She nodded.

"Then ye will come like this, with my mouth on ye. Ye can decide
if it will be a treat or punishment."

I went back to my task and didna relent until she was thrashing upon
the table. Even with her mind fighting the sensations, she came
readily enough, proving our thoughts as to her level of passion and
responsiveness.

She cried her pleasure, then as she slumped back onto the table.

I picked up the bag Connor had brought and pulled out the various
plugs Rhys had crafted along with a jar of lubricant. I opened the
jar and dipped the smallest plug into the slick ointment. Without
waiting for Rebecca to return to her senses, I placed one hand low on
her belly and held her in place as I placed the tip of the plug
against her arse. She startled and Connor stroked over her forehead.
"Shh," he crooned. "Dash is putting a plug in yer
arse."

Her body clenched down and fought the invading plug. With the hand on
her stomach, I slid my thumb down to coax over her clit and her body
relaxed, if just briefly, long enough to push the very tip within her
virgin opening.

"Why?" she gasped, her breath coming out in little pants.

"Because we will take ye here, we will fuck yer arse and yer
pussy at the same time."

"Now?" she asked turning her head and looking up at Connor.

"Nay, lass. We have to train yer arse to take us."

"She's tight, Connor," I affirmed.

Rebecca moaned as I slowly worked the plug into her. It was quite
small, perhaps the thickness of my smallest finger, but to her it
must feel quite massive. 'Twould take time to stretch her open for
both of us to claim her, but based on her responses to little hints
of pain with her pleasure, I had a feeling that arse play would be
something she'd enjoy.

Continuing to circle her hard clit, she relaxed even more and the
plug slid in all the way, the narrowed valley allowing her body to
close most of the way around it with a flange that remained outside
of her so it could be pulled free.

"Good girl," I said. "Ye took yer first plug so well."

"I want to see," Connor said.

I stood and moved out of his way.

"Ah, lass ye're dripping wet again." Connor focused
directly between her legs, then lowered himself heavily into the
chair I'd vacated. She tried to bring her legs together and sit up,
but Connor would have none of it. He tugged once on the end of the
plug and she gasped, her eyes flaring wide. "Did ye like having
yer arse filled?"

She shook her head but said nothing. "Ah, lass, yer body never
lies." He stroked a finger over her inner thigh, slippery from
her arousal, and then slid a finger into her tight channel.

"So greedy, lass. Ye're squeezing my finger. Do ye need to come
again? Dash's mouth wasn't enough for ye?"

"I...I—"

"Shh, it's all right, lass. We know what ye need." Connor
stood and undid the front of his pants, his erect cock falling into
his palm. "A big cock."

Stepping forward, he lined himself up with her very eager opening.
Slowly, as she had a plug in her arse, he slid in all the way to the
hilt. Rebecca cried out and Connor groaned. Leaning forward, he
placed a hand once again beside her head, leaned down and kissed her,
his hips beginning to slowly move.

"So tight, lass, with the plug in yer arse," he whispered.
"Imagine what it will be like when it's me in yer pussy and Dash
fucking yer arse."

She moaned and arched her back.

"That's it, lass. Take it. Take what I give ye, what Dash gives
ye."

She did. It was beautiful to see her surrender, to watch as she
lifted her knees to squeeze them against Connor's hips, to hear her
breathy cries of pleasure, to watch her body stiffen as she gasped
through her pleasure. Connor came quickly, for she must have been
unbelievably tight. Kissing her forehead, he slowly slipped from her
body, stood and exhaled loudly. "Fuck," he muttered as he
put his pants to rights. "She's insatiable."

Rebecca lowered her legs so they dangled off the edge of the table,
then hissed out a breath as the plug nudged into her, brought her
hands up to her face and began to cry. All of her emotions, the
excess arousal, had to bleed off somehow and her orgasms weren't
enough, or perhaps they were too much. Connor pulled her up and into
his arms, sat down in a chair and held her, letting her cry. It was a
short jag, lasting only a minute or so.

"Shh, we are so pleased with ye. Ye are fine. Dash, however,
isna doing so well. Look, lass, look."

He pointed to the cock stand that was uncomfortably pressing against
the front of my pants.

"Look what ye do to me, sweetheart." I undid the front of
my pants and pulled my cock out, gripping it at the base. "The
taste of yer pussy made me hard. Filling yer arse made me harder.
Watching Connor fuck ye has me all but coming in my pants. Since yer
pussy's most likely sore and ye've been through enough for now, ye
can watch me come."

I began to stroke my cock, finding a rhythm familiar, a pace I knew
would be pulling the seed from my balls readily enough.

"You can...come without being inside me?" She sniffled and
leaned her head against Connor's chest. She wasna sitting upright any
longer, which was a good sign.

"We can, sure enough, but the feel of yer sweet pussy milking
the seed from my cock is like nothing else," Connor told her.
"Or your mouth. As Dash made ye come with his mouth, ye can take
a cock in yer mouth and make a man come."

Connor was instructing her all the while I worked and rubbed my cock.

"Ye can also grip a cock in yer hand and do it."

"Why does he look like it hurts?" Rebecca asked. My hips
started to buck into my thrusts, the orgasm building at the base of
my spine and into my balls. They drew up against my body.

"It feels good, a painful pleasure."

I grabbed the dishtowel from the sink and held it directly below my
cock. With one last stroke, I came, my hips shooting forward as my
seed spurted forth and onto the cloth.

"See that? There's so much seed, lass, so much for ye."

I took a deep breath as the last few drops of seed pulsed from me,
folded the towel and wiped the head of my cock clean. Glancing over
at Rebecca who was now nestled on Connor's lap but enthralled by my
little show, I grinned. I was well sated and I couldna help it.

"Are ye planning on sharing what I just did with anyone?" I
asked, eyebrow arched.

She furrowed her brow and Connor smoothed it out with a finger. "No,
of course not. It's private."

I held up a finger and grinned. "That's right, sweetheart? What
we do, ‘tis private."

She was confused at first, and then she understood.

"I wouldna tell a soul about what ye look like when ye come or
how ye taste. That honor belongs to me."

"And me, " Connor added.

CHAPTER SIX

CONNOR

I awoke before Rebecca, whose head rested on my shoulder, her body
tucked into the side of mine. The scent from her hair, vanilla
perhaps, teased me awake. The wind had picked up during the night and
with the dawn I could see thick dark clouds as I listened to the wind
blowing. The bedroom was cold, for we had yet to light fires to warm
the house. During the night, Rebecca had turned to me seeking warmth,
and I enjoyed the feel of her breasts pressed against me, her one leg
thrown over mine, the heat from her pussy on my thigh.