Their Treasured Bride

by Vanessa Vale

  Connor stuck an arm out for me to take the cloth bag that he'd collected from Rhys, then dipped his fingers into the front of Rebecca's corset and coaxed her nipples above the upper edging of lace. He took a tip into his mouth and laved it, then the other, both hardening into hard points. "There. Tis much better."

  Rebecca's mouth fell open as she looked down at herself.

  "We want you naked, you want to be comfortable."

  "For how long must I remain unclothed?"

  "Tomorrow," both Connor and I said at the same time.

  "Tis time to tend to you, then dinner." Connor held out his hand. "Come."

  We'd befuddled her. Her mouth opened and closed as if she were a fish, no words coming out. As Connor led her to the kitchen, I followed behind and admired the view. Her arse was round and curvy and I remembered the feel of it in my hands, the supple skin. I also remembered the sight of her perfect pussy all slick and dripping with seed, her little rosebud just above it as she was bent over. It had tightened so responsively as I brushed my finger over it, but she'd gasped nae only in surprise, but with awakening, for I knew she'd be sensitive and easily aroused there. Her nipples were verra responsive and she was quite passionate once she forgot to try to be all frigid and modest. It would be a delight to train her arse as well as the rest of her.

  The kitchen was large with a kitchen table beneath a large window that offered a view across the prairie and to the mountains in the distance. Connor pulled a chair out of the way and lifted Rebecca up onto the wooden table. She tried to squirm down, but Connor would have none of it.

  "I can't sit here naked! This is where you eat."

  "Dinna worry, sweetheart, we'll be eating," I told her, my mouth watering for a taste of her pussy.

  "Nae only will ye sit here, ye will lie back and put yer feet up," Connor ordered.

  "Why are you being like this? I thought you said you were honorable? You're being demanding and pushing your perverted ways upon me." She crossed her arms over her chest as she inched her chin up. Neither action worked to make her seem bossy or superior because her nipples jutted out above her forearms and I could see the dark thatch of hair between her thighs.

  "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 whi
p 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.

  It was all I could do not to relieve the ache in my cock by sliding into her. But Dash slept behind her, his front to her back and we'd pushed her yesterday, nae only taking her virginity, but forcing her to change some hard learned misconceptions. She'd questioned everything we'd done with her, nae becaus
e she was contrary, but because she didna know they were even possible or allowed.

  She'd told us about her time in boarding school and I wanted to find the headmistress who’d condoned the beatings she’d received—that children received—get ahold of the bloody ruler or switch she'd used and beat her with it. I wanted to put her in her place for laying a hand upon my bride, even at a time in her life when I didna know her, but also for putting ridiculous notions into her head regarding a wife's place.

  It wasna quiet and subservient at all times. It wasna beneath me still and unmoving as I fucked her.

  Our reason for nae returning to Scotland after our time in Mohamir was based on the cruel actions of our commanding officer, Evers. It had nae been a choice, but I didna miss the staid and almost prudish notions that society held women to. Husbands could leave a woman unfulfilled, cold and alone as he ventured to a brothel to dabble in his baser needs. A wife had to be virtuous, frigid and faithful. A husband could be anything he wanted, including dishonorable, just like my own da had been. Wealthy and highborn in his own right, he'd married my mother for her own money, merging it into a vast fortune. The only merging my parents had besides money was the night I was conceived, for I remember the women my father paraded in front of me, my mother, the entire county, without a care.

  She'd been raised to be as biddable as Rebecca, but it had been my father who had taught her she was frigid and solely a broodmare for his heir. Me.

  What my father had done, what Rebecca had been taught was nae our way. The men of Bridgewater Ranch held themselves to a higher standard. We were faithful, possessive, and very loving. In return, wives did as bid with regards for their safety and also for their pleasure. We were nae modest, we were nae the least bit chaste. If a wife needed attention, we didna delay. While my cock had been hard since I fucked her last, Rebecca was surely sore and so my needs were second to her comfort.

  She mightna be inclined to believe Dash or me about how a woman should behave, although we were her husbands and her pleasure was proof that our every forward demand was for her benefit, so I would enlist help from the others. The other ladies would know of her concerns and surely assuage some of the guilt she felt, alleviate some of the confusion. Carefully, I climbed from the bed to go to the barn, begin my chores and to ask the men for their wives' help. Knowing Dash would be with Rebecca when she awakened, I quickly dressed and headed downstairs to start the potbellied stove in the kitchen.