Their Harlot Bride (Bridgewater Brides 7)

“Like I said, just something to give you.” My eyes sparkled with mischief as I pulled the box Rhys had brought to us out of my saddlebag. He’d swung by while we were out in the fields. Sassy reached for it, but I waved her hands away. “No, no, let’s go in the house, so I can give it to you properly.”

Confused but curious, she preceded me into the house before spinning around and putting her hands on her hips.

“Can you give it to me now?”

Instead of answering, I pointed to the table.

“Go bend over the table, sweetheart, and close your eyes.”

“I am becoming very suspicious of this present, husband.” She sighed, shaking her head in mock exasperation.

Chuckling, I followed along behind her. “Trust me, wife.”

Quietly, so quietly I almost didn’t hear her, she murmured, “I do.”

I practically glowed at her admission, my chest tightening with emotion. She trusted me completely and without reservation. Not even Clive trusted me that way—he needed to be in control too much—but our wife did. I didn’t have the words to tell her how much that meant to me, but I would find a way to show her.

For now, I needed to give her the present.

She bent over the table, exactly as I’d asked. I flipped her skirts up, baring her from the waist down, and Sassy squeaked, wriggling her beautiful bottom. Her pussy was already plump and glossy with her arousal, and my cock jerked. It felt almost wrong to have her in this position and not plunge into her, but I needed to get back to Clive in the fields.

I had won the coin toss to deliver Rhys’ gift since both of us wanted to start her bottom training as quickly as possible, but Clive wouldn’t take it well if I dallied, and I wouldn’t blame him. While we might take turns having Sassy to ourselves at some point, that would need to be agreed upon beforehand.

Sassy looked over her shoulder, craning her neck to see what I was doing as I pulled one of the polished wooden plugs out of the box. We’d ordered three from Rhys, in growing sizes, and I’d picked up the smallest.

“What is that?” she asked, pushing herself up with her hands to see better.

I swatted her bottom. “Back down on the table, sweetheart.”

With a disappointed humph, she lowered back down while I oiled the wood, making it nice and slick and even shinier than it already was.

“These are going to help get your bottom ready for Clive and me,” I told her, making sure its surface was nice and slick. “It’s called a plug. Today you’re just going to wear it for the afternoon while you get used to it.”

She gasped when I pressed the tip to her bottom and began to push in, already squirming at the sensation. My cock throbbed in protest of its confinement. Ignoring the need pulsing through me, I concentrated on gently opening up Sassy’s bottom, moving the plug back and forth with little motions, pushing it deeper.

Sassy

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Oh, my…

My fingers gripped the edge of the table, and I gasped at the sensation of being stretched open. I had become accustomed to a finger or two when Clive or William had his mouth on my pussy, but this was different.

It was harder, thicker, and there was nothing to distract me from the slow burn of penetration as William worked the plug back and forth inside me.

My bottom clenched, trying to keep out the invader.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” William said, and I moaned when he touched my clit, rubbing in slow, firm circles that made my toes curl. “It will be easier if you relax.”

Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one having something pushed up his bottom. It didn’t hurt, other than a slight burn. I trusted him, so I tried to relax. His fingers circling my clit added to the growing pleasure, which far outweighed the discomfort from the plug.

It nosed deeper, and I yelped at the tiny sting as it suddenly popped through the tight ring of my entrance. Now snugly fitted inside of me, I could feel it pressing on my insides, filling me even more than their fingers and with far more resistance.

“Good girl,” William said, giving my pussy a final pat before pulling down my skirts.

Indignant, I shot straight up to a standing position, which made my bottom clench around the plug. I gasped at the sensation, unable to focus for a moment.

“Whoa there!” William grabbed my elbow, keeping me from swaying too much. “Alright, sweetheart?”